053 The Handmaiden Harbours the Assassins
Seeing Bai Lu go out and close the door, Wanying felt that there was a place in her heart that was empty. She sighed, intending to stop thinking about Bai Lu's words, when she suddenly remembered that the assassin was still beside her. It seems that his head is resting on his lap. Wan Ying's face turned red all of a sudden, how about she was busy looking at this assassin?
She nudged him, only to find that he didn't move.
"What's going on?" Wanying was a little surprised, so she had to lift the quilt.
Oh! The assassin had a large wound on his shoulder, blood seeping from his hand, staining the sheets, and the wound was shocking!
Wanying felt so painful when she looked at it, and her brows couldn't help frowning. The assassin was masked, and his brow was furrowed, which should have been extremely painful. His eyes were closed, and his slender eyebrows trembled slightly.
"I'll help you stop the bleeding!"
The Assassin's closed eyes twitched slightly, but he didn't say a word.
Although Wanying has been in this world for a long time, many of the skills of the previous life have not been forgotten. Bandaging was a study program when she attended summer camp. She never forgets it, so she will naturally watch it again.
She pulled out the strip of cloth, skillfully bandaged the wound, and poured some water for the assassin to drink.
"Big brother, don't have anything to do, if you die in me, I can't really jump into the Yellow River and wash it away." Wan Ying muttered.
She was just talking to herself, and she didn't expect the other party to answer. But the other moved his eyelashes again, and responded to her with a voice that could only be heard gracefully.
"No, the girl's life-saving grace will definitely be repaid, and it will not affect the girl."
After speaking, he stopped talking, as if he was recuperating. Although the assassin's bleeding stopped, the wound was not light, and the expression on his face was still painful. The fine beads of sweat on his forehead flowed down little by little, dripping over his tall nose and forming a bead on the tip of his nose. And when the eyelashes trembled slightly, the sweat seeped down, more like tears rippling. The sweat on both sides of the sideburns also trickled down a little bit. Breathe slowly and deeply.
Wanying couldn't bear it, but she didn't know what she could do for him. A pair of small hands rubbed together tightly.
The guards outside are still searching inch by inch, and I'm afraid that the entire Qiwuzhuang will be sleepless tonight.
I wonder what happened to the man's injury.
This assassin doesn't look like a bad guy, why did he assassinate Murong Yu? Also, Murong Xian is a dog prince, of course a good person wants to kill him quickly. Wanying thought to herself.
After some more hours, Wanying went to look at the assassin again, only to see him sitting cross-legged, his eyes still tightly closed, and his mind was a little blurred. Some are crooked.
Wanying became more and more anxious, but she didn't know what to do, so she could only watch from the sidelines. Gradually, my thoughts dispersed, and I thought that when I first crossed over, I was also like this, sick and confused. At that time, Xiaoqian took care of herself.
Thinking of this, Wanying missed Xiaoqian more and more, and gently sang the "Moon Like a Hook" she sang
The confinement bends and shines on Kyushu,
A few are happy and a few are sad.
A couple of couples in the same tent,
A few are floating outside.
The poor old man has no one to support,
Children starved to death without rice porridge.
The boy died in several battles,
The daughter lives in the Qinglou.
The moon is like a hook, the moon is like a hook,
The river is long, and the heart is also long.
Wanying sang quietly, although there was a lot of noise outside the door, but this small world seemed to be quiet suddenly. Two worlds, inside and outside. After Wanying finished singing, she still felt that it was not enough, so she sang it again.
"Are you from Chu?" The cold voice suddenly sounded, startling Wanying.
The assassin opened his eyes and looked at Wanying. His face is much better than before. Wanying thought to herself, could this song "Moon Like a Hook" still have the effect of curing diseases and saving people, so magical?
Wan Ying hurriedly shook off the messy thoughts in her head and took a good look at the assassin again. He was no longer frowning, and his eyes were as cold as night. has a handsome face, and the evil Murong Yu is completely two styles.
"Eh, why should I compare him to Murong Yu?" Wanying whispered to herself, thinking more and more lately.
"Why don't you answer?" The cold voice pulled the doppelganger's Wanying back.
Wan Ying didn't know how to answer, the owner of her body, the real "Du Ruo", should be from Chu. What she heard from Manager Liu and Xiaoqian all showed that her original identity was a native of Chu. She looked at the assassin and nodded, "Well, sort of. ”
The assassin's eyes showed sadness, and he lowered his head and said: "The Chu State has been destroyed, how can the Chu people who came back, the three thousand slaves of the Jianxing Palace, just the beasts of the Liang State!" Speaking of excitement, he coughed lightly, but he was afraid of making too much noise, so he covered his mouth and tried to restrain himself.
It turned out that this assassin was from the Chu State, and he was really a good person.
Wanying doesn't know why, maybe her body really has the blood of the people of Chu in her body, and she has a good impression of Chu inexplicably, and anything related to Chu will also affect her nerves.
Wanying picked up a handkerchief and wiped his sweat for him. As if the assassin hadn't expected it, he was stunned when the white silk handkerchief was pressed to his forehead. He even stepped back a little, and his body stiffened.
He looked at this girl with sadness and pity in her eyes, and suddenly thought that the shocking shadow he saw when he was a child many years ago when he was a child was also so compassionate.
"What's your name?" For some reason, he blurted out this question, and after finishing a sentence, he felt abrupt.
Wanying thought for a while and said to him, "My name is Wanying." ”
The assassin looked at him and smiled at her: "Wanying, my name is Yun Feibai. ”
This iceberg face suddenly bloomed with a smile, which made Wanying stunned, it turned out that this expressionless cold-faced killer could also laugh, and he smiled so beautifully!
Like the spring breeze blowing the pond water, like the summer rain moisturizing things silently, like the autumn leaves drifting quietly and beautifully, like the winter snow implying the fragrance of plums.
"Wanying, I'll take you out, if you stay here and let them catch the handle, I'm afraid it will affect you." The white smile disappeared so quickly that it seemed as if what he had just seen was an illusion. He straightened his face again, and his expression became serious.
Wanying felt that what he said was reasonable, but where could she go after escaping? She only has the skill of being a servant, and if she escapes by herself, then Murong Yu may not be angry with her mother-in-law. You can't be so irresponsible.
"No, I can't go. Yun Feibai, if you can escape, run away yourself. Leave me alone, I can handle it. Wanying also had a serious expression and said calmly to listen to him.
Yun Feibai nodded, no longer insisting.
"Well, if Miss Wanying has any difficulties in the future, please hand this over to Tao Yun, the shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Building, known as Jiu Xi Shi. There will be someone to help. ”
After speaking, he handed Wanying a small round bronze medal. Then he got up and hugged Wanying as a farewell.
He listened to the movement outside, and then in a flash, he went out through the graceful window. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the thick night.
Wan Ying knew that Yun Feibai's martial arts should be the top, and he went in and out of Qiwuzhuang, but no one found out.
There was a glimmer of light in the sky, little by little.
Ah, not good! It's almost dawn!
Wan Ying hurriedly destroyed all the clues in the house, so as not to be discovered by the prince's people.