21. The official senior crushed to death

She turned to Zhao Zhen and said, "You jump over first, and then carry me outside and drag me out." At the word "hug", she blushed, but fortunately he couldn't see it.

He answered softly, and in a blink of an eye he jumped out of the window.

Outside the house, there was finally a little light shining from nowhere, Xu because of the rain, the light shrouded him like smoke, he was dressed in a moon-white middle coat, faintly revealing a majestic and noble momentum.

He reached out to her and let her lie on his shoulders, he put his hands under her armpits, and with a gentle lift, she kicked harder, but in a moment, she was standing in front of him.

Zhao Zhen had already adapted to the darkness at this time, and vaguely saw her holding her left hand, looking extremely painful, and asked, "Injured?" Moran calmed down: "It's okay, it's too dark in the house, I don't know what cut it." ”

Zhao Zhen took out a frost-colored handkerchief from her sleeve, held up her hand and wrapped the entire palm, and said gently: "Wrap it in a handkerchief for you first, and then ask the doctor to see if there is anything in the flesh and apply some ointment to stop bleeding." His movements were light and gentle, Moran couldn't help but take a closer look at him, he lowered his head, his hair spread out to cover most of his face, if he saw other people's hair scattered, he always felt arrogant and lazy, unreasonable. Looking at the person in front of him now, he is not lazy at all, but he is majestic and elegant, and he is as solemn as Panasonic.

Mo Lan's heart was warm, he endured a trace of shame, and said, "Your clothes are still inside." ”

Zhao Zhen said: "I will send someone to pick it up tomorrow." And he said, "It's wrapped." He held her hand, and the hair brushed against her cheek, and she was startled, blushing, and quickly withdrew her hand, and hurriedly took a step back.

"Master Su and He," Mo Lan suddenly shouted: "Thank you for your handkerchief, when I wash it, I will ask someone to return it to the front of the palace." Zhao Zhen's face froze, and then he said softly: "It's just a handkerchief, you can keep it." Although the rain has not stopped, it is much lighter than before, and there is no umbrella to get in the way. The lady has something important to do, so she might as well go first. ”

Mo Lan nodded, turned sideways and bowed, and said, "Then I'll take the first step." After saying that, he ran into the rain, ran a few steps, and then stopped to look back, and saw that the man was still standing in the darkness, motionless in his direction.

The rain sizzled on Moran's face, she took a step back, stopped, wiped the rain from her face, and said loudly: "My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Moran." I am on duty at the Tongjian Hall of the Renming Palace, and if you want to go back to this veil, you can go to the Tongjian Hall to find me. After saying that, he was already red-faced, and turned around and ran into the rain.

Until the main hall of the main hall, Mo Lan's heart was still pounding, his hands and feet endured the pain, and he asked the palace maid on duty to help, and finally found all the books that Liu Congguang wanted. I wrapped it in cloth brocade and put it in a suitcase, borrowed an oil-paper umbrella, and hurried back to the Tongjian Museum.

Before entering the door of the museum, Qi'er had already greeted him, and scolded in his mouth: "It took so long for you to find a few books, and I only rested for a few days, and you will be relieved!" ”

Moran explained: "It happened to be ...... heavy rain"

"You're still hard-mouthed!" Qi'er reprimanded. In the Division, Qi'er would never dare to treat Mo Lan like this, after all, it was the same grade, and he still had a thin face of three points. Now when I arrived at the Tongjian Museum, the situation was very different. Qi'er was promoted to the palace maid of the Tongjian Pavilion, and her grade was also promoted to the seventh grade, and Mo Lan could be assigned at will, and it was understandable to punish and scold.

The higher officials crushed people to death.