Section 21 Confidant

The place where they were held was dark and damp, with a strong salty smell, and the walls and floors were made of iron sheets. On the way here, blindfolded, you can also hear the white waves crashing on the shore and the sound of gulls in your ears. Murong Hualou knew that this was on a cruise ship.

Murong Hualou was locked in first, and in the dark, she played with the laser pistol in her hand, expecting to make a hole in the wall, would it sink the entire cruise ship?

It's a pity that she's the master, and the water is not good......

After about an hour, there were bursts of footsteps outside, and Murong Hualou put away the pistol, and the loose handcuff clicked and cuffed it back again. Handcuffs in this era are also a new thing in the West, but in her eyes, they are as untechnical as toys.

The dim lights in the cabin were lit up, the orange light was scorching, and Murong Hualou lowered his eyes slightly, so that he could adapt to this faint light.

The lock on the stainless steel door had been opened, and the smell of the fishy tide was even stronger, and two loaded squires pushed a tall and thin man in. His black tuxedo top was gone, and his snow-white shirt was stained with blood—blood splattered from a wound on his arm. He was not tortured, and his wound was simply wrapped. It's just that his hands were cut backwards, and he was handcuffed, and the wound squirmed and pulled, and blood burst out again.

His steps were also brisk, and he looked back and smiled: "There are two brothers who send each other ......" The merry smile seems to be not a prison, but a stage full of flowers......

The two squires snorted and closed the steel door again. This time, I didn't turn off the lights.

In the details, you can also see the fear of Li Fangjing.

His hands were cuffed, making the wound even more painful, and his face turned pale. The thick sideburns are messy, but the eyebrows are raised and he smiles at her: "It's ...... even the madam."

Murong Hualou's heart was slightly sluggish.

At sea in the middle of summer, the temperature is not too high, but in the cabin at the bottom, it is unbearably hot. Her purple lotus-patterned low-slit cheongsam had already been torn, a bunch of green silk was sprinkled, sweat appeared on her face, and her cheeks were more delicate with red tides.

The orange light fell on her cheeks, and the worry had long since faded, leaving only a faint smile.

Li Fangjing only heard a slight click, and the solid metal handcuffs in her hands were loosened and dropped on the ground. I saw that her eyes were like silk, and her breath was like an orchid, but she shook her white hands naughtily: "I was indeed affected by you...... In the future, you will pay me back this debt......

“…… Good! At that moment, I don't know what kind of bewitchment he was underway, and his voice quieted down.

Murong Hualou walked behind him, and his slender fingers pinched his handcuffs, but in five seconds, the handcuff spring was released and fell off automatically.

"I don't think Madame still has this hand...... Worthy of the wife of the White Overseer! When he said this, he was genuinely complimented. Who said she was a rustic lady in the mainland? This kind of composure and composure, being in prison is like a leisurely stroll, without a trace of panic. It's just that she is too calm, but others seem to be a little wooden.

Can the woman of Mu Ne open the handcuffs with her bare hands?

"In such a troubled world, you have to learn some skills to protect yourself, right?" She didn't explain, half-knelt beside him, and said, "Can I see your wounds?" "In the storage bag on her body, there are all kinds of medicines that are equipped all year round, which can simply treat his wounds to avoid inflammation.

Li Fangjing hurriedly held it down and said with a smile: "Bloody and mushy, how good is it?" Don't scare Madame......"

Murong Hualou's eyes were half-closed, his lips twitched, and he muttered, "Thank you......"

Li Fangjing seemed to smell a warm fragrance, vaguely smelling her perfume, and there was an illusion in front of him, and in the floating light, he saw her dancing. He paused for a moment before coming back to his senses, and his voice softened: "No need...... I was the one who caused you to ...... As soon as the lights dimmed, I intuitively thought that it was the White Overseer's men, and my heart was in turmoil, so I pulled you in. You still come to thank me for such a small act, and I have no place to be ashamed......"

Keep saying that you and I are no longer the sixth young man and his wife.

When Murong Hualou saw that he said that he was, his heart sank, is this the kind of fellowship he loved?

"Look, you already trust me...... "Murong Hualou smiled slyly, "Let me see your wounds, okay?" The wound is very deep, and if it is not treated well, this half of the arm will be useless in the future...... You still want to go down in history, how can you let one arm delay the great cause? ”

He shook slightly, and instantly laughed again: "Li doesn't have such ambitions...... The wine is thick and warm, and the nephrite is warm and fragrant, which is enough for a lifetime! ”

This time, he didn't refuse her request to see the wound.

Murong Hualou was laughing, and his slender ten fingers had already skillfully untied the gauze on his arm, uncovering layer by layer, until the last two layers, the blood condensation gauze scarf, was already entangled and could not be straightened out. Behind him, she pulled out cotton wool and medicinal wine from her storage bag, as well as disinfectant powder.

Li Fangjing rolled his eyes, stunned.

Murong Hualou smiled: "In such a troubled world, I just protect myself......"

The cotton wool soaked the medicinal wine, and her ten fingers were already wet with the transparent medicinal wine, and she gently pressed it on his arm, which clotted the blood apart. Li Fangjing didn't ask any more questions, and his heart was already clear. She is about, and she is also a wonderful flower in this troubled world, right? She still has obscure words that she can't say to others, why doesn't she?

It's just that Bai Yungui doesn't know her identity?

If you don't know...... Li Fangjing suddenly fantasized like this, and his heart was like a flower blooming.

"I don't believe your words...... "Murong Hualou spoke softly while treating his wounds, softly, "The fighting room can't accommodate the ambition of the husband...... If the six young people have no ambitions in their hearts, they can get an official position in the North and South Cabinets. Six young graduates from the German Military Academy, is a rare talent, now in China, the most lacking is military generals...... If you hadn't had another plan, how would you have taken on the name of a gentleman and mixed with fat powder and warm incense? Even I, a little woman, don't believe it, how can others believe it? ”

Li Fangjing's body didn't move, and it took a while for a while to let out a sigh and laugh. My father has been calculating all his life and reading countless people, but he has been deceived, but this little woman has revealed the secret he has been hiding so hard. It's just this, is Bai Yungui telling each other or did she see through it herself? Li Fangjing didn't ask.

In the hot and salty cell, there is actually his confidant...... Even if Bai Yun returns to tell him, she is willing to believe that she is his confidant!

"Madame...... Really exalt my ...... Walking on the horse stage, drunk and lying on the flowers, I have long forgotten the ideal ...... of the day" Li Fangjing smiled indifferently, his eyebrows were flying, and his eyes were shining.

Murong Hualou didn't ask much, just carefully bandaged his wounds.

Li Fangjing wanted to shake her arm, but she hurriedly held it down and said with a smile: "Don't move......"

The two of them looked at each other slightly, and Murong Hualou still put away the gauze he had replaced, along with the medicinal wine, medicine powder and other things, and put them into the pocket of the cheongsam, where her storage bag was placed. Li Fangjing was curious, could he hide so many things in a small pocket?

But it's not good to stare at her body.

"I have a name......" When she looked at him again, her eyes were soft, "My name is Murong Hualou, Fang Jing!" Are we a tribulation? ”

Affliction is a friend.

"Painting Building, what a beautiful name!" His voice swirled around the tip of his heart, lingering.

In this way, it can be regarded as befriending Li Fangjing, a hero who will be famous in the history books in the future. In Murong Hualou's heart, he was also quite surprised.