Chu Yunyao, who was sleeping, opened her eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed silently, held her breath, and stared at the slender bamboo pipe.

Incense.

Not fatal, lethargic.

Fortunately, she didn't light incense in the bedroom tonight, otherwise, she wouldn't have noticed such a faint smell.

Chu Yunyao stared at the tube that was quietly withdrawn, listened to the footsteps outside the window, and tightened the pillow

Outside, there was a slight knock on the door.

"Young lady, young lady?" The people outside pressed their throats, unable to distinguish whether the voice was male or female, "Are you awake?" The young marshal had a fever in the middle of the night, so he sent me over and asked you to come over and check the pulse. ”

There was a dead silence in the bedroom.

The man's ear was close to the bedroom, and he didn't hear any movement for a while, so he drew his knife and slipped it through the crack in the door, and opened the bolt little by little.

Pushing open the crack of the door, the full moon like a silver basin hangs in the dark sky like a night pearl, and the moonlight pours down like flowing water, taking a clear picture of the wedding bed carved with dragon painting pillars.

The red gauze tent was half-hidden, the big red mandarin duck brocade was raised high, and the people on the bed were sleeping unconsciously.

The man dressed in black pushed the crack of the door wider, held a sharp knife that flickered in the cold light, stepped into the door silently, and walked towards the person on the bed.

Standing in front of the bed, the man closed his eyes, and the hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly.

"Young lady, I'm sorry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man stepped forward suddenly, and the sharp tip of his knife stabbed into the futon.

Easy.

The man lifted the quilt suddenly, and the futon was empty, only two pillows stacked on top of each other, and there was no one at all.

Sensing that he had been deceived, the man violently covered the face towel on his face, turned around and wanted to run out.

"Who sent you here to kill me?" Chu Yunyao was dressed in a thin close-fitting cotton shirt, with her hands behind her back, and her slender body stood at the door.

The man was shocked, "When I came in, you were standing behind the door?" ”

But he didn't see anyone at all.

Chu Yunyao stretched out a finger and pointed to the roof beam, "I'm on there." ”

The man raised his head and clenched the blade in his hand, he was afraid that this chess piece was about to be abolished.

In that case, let's get the job done.

The man raised his knife and stabbed at Chu Yunyao, "Young lady, don't want to know the answer in your life, even if I die, I won't tell you." ”

Chu Yunyao sideways avoided the man's knife, and between dodging, he reached out violently and tore off the black cloth on the man's face, surprised, "Why are you?" ”

It turned out to be Li Bo, who sprinkled and cleaned the courtyard every day.

Once, when I was admiring the flowers in the courtyard, I heard the servants chatting, saying that these old people who stayed in the Young Marshal's Mansion were all henchmen who served Su Wan, the former overseer's wife, and followed Mo Lingyuan to guard the Young Marshal's Mansion.

That's why the entire Young Marshal's Mansion will be solid, and Mo Lingyuan is also very good to these old people.

Chu Yunyao never expected that such an honest and seemingly wooden old man would actually break into her bedroom in the middle of the night and assassinate her after lighting her incense.

She asked herself if she had never had a grudge against anyone in the house.

Seeing that his face was exposed, Li Bo's attack became more and more fierce, Chu Yunyao retreated again and again, found the gap, and kicked him in the stomach.

Li Bo took a few steps back, stabilized his figure, pulled the window sideways, jumped up, and walked out of the bedroom.

Chu Yunyao followed closely and shouted, "Come on, catch the assassin!" ”