Chu Yunyao approached and saw a skinny man hidden in the rickshaw.

When the man saw Chu Yunyao, the panic in his eyes flashed, and he pretended to be calm and asked, "Miss, do you want to take the car?" Where do you want to go? ”

Chu Yunyao glanced at him fixedly, shook his head, and turned around and walked in the direction of Yunlai Pavilion.

Yellow rickshaws are generally used by the children and wives of small households, which are convenient and fast, and the price is not expensive, and they are also parked on the side of the street where people come and go, or at the door of Lan Kwai Fong and gambling houses, so as to send people home at night.

How is it possible to stop in such a secluded location that it is difficult to find even a few figures?

Bao'er stared at the person vigilantly and lowered her voice: "Miss, how can this person be in this place?" I always felt that something was wrong. ”

"Go in first, someone will come and clean him up." Chu Yunyao took Bao'er from the backyard into Yunlai Pavilion.

Pushing open Nanyan's bedroom, I found Wen Tingyun sitting in a wheelchair, reading poems to Nanyan at the bedside, over and over again, tirelessly, it was the song "Sauvignon Blanc" that she taught Nanyan to play.

......

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

There is a high heaven of green and underworld,

There are waves of water below.

The day is long, the soul is far away,

It is difficult for the dream soul to not pass the mountain.

Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching.

The low, warm voice is magnetic and very pleasant.

Nanyan was lying on the pillow, a pretty little face facing Wen Tingyun, her eyes were closed, her restless expression gradually quieted down in the low recitation, and her eyebrows were soothing.

Seeing Chu Yunyao coming in, Wen Tingyun was about to speak.

Chu Yunyao made a gesture of not stopping, and motioned for Wen Tingyun to continue reading.

She sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the thin quilt on Nanyan's back, examined her injuries, warm fingertips running over her beautiful face, fingertips dipped in scar cream on her injured cheeks.

Out of the bedroom, Chu Yunyao took out a pen and paper from the desk, wrote a letter, folded it, and handed it to Uncle Zhang: "Send it to Lan Kwai Fong and hand it to Chi Yebai, he will know what to do when he receives this letter." ”

"Yes, it's a long way to go, so be careful all the way." Zhang Bo put the letter away and put it in his personal pocket.

Chu Yunyao left Jincheng with Bao'er, driving the carriage all the way, bumpy to the countryside......

The young marshal's mansion......

As soon as the butler stepped through the door, he was startled by the battle in front of him.

The servants and guards of the palace knelt in the hall in unison, their heads bowed, and they were silent.

An old man in a black hat and a long robe, about fifty years old, with a thin figure sitting on the main seat with Erlang's legs crossed.

While sipping tea, he lengthened the male duck's voice, and asked slowly: "Say, are you dumb?" What the hell is going on with the gunshots?

Last night the president sent people from his side to investigate, but you guys didn't even open the door.

It's really bold, do you want to rebel? ”

As he spoke, he threw the bone china cup in his hand heavily on the table.

The cups and lids made a crisp clashing sound, and the tea spilled out, flowing everywhere.

The servant kneeling on the ground trembled in fright, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The butler stuffed the things in his hand to the entourage, his white and chubby face was full of smiles, and he walked over quickly, "I knew that the chief manager He was coming, and the old slave was waiting for you at home, and sent others to the temple to open the temple and pray for blessings." ”

The butler pointed to the kneeling people and asked in surprise, "This, what the hell is going on?" The young marshal has always been courteous and sympathetic to them, and has never let them suffer such punishment except for the death of his wife. ”