Han Changdui nodded calmly with an indifferent expression: "Mr. An."

An Qing arched his hand, his attitude was not far away, and he looked like he was doing business: "Your Excellency, an assassin broke into the courtyard of His Royal Highness the King of Han today, was injured and escaped, and the last general was ordered to search, and asked the envoy to make it convenient."

Hearing this, Han Changdu's heart moved.

An Qing said this very cleverly, neither saying whose order was he was given, nor the situation of the assassin.

All kinds of far-fetched arguments and the possibility of someone preparing for a search in advance have been almost eliminated.

Han Changdu's expression remained unchanged and said lightly: "This official has nothing to say to people here, and General Banner An is at will." He glanced up at Jin Yu and ordered, "You accompany Mr. An and search carefully, and there must be no mistake or omission."

Jin Yu said yes with a solemn expression, and glanced at Han Changyun worriedly.

When Han Changyun heard that he was just going to search, and he didn't want to do anything to people, his whole person relaxed, and sighed slightly.

As soon as his tense mind relaxed, the sharp pain in his leg penetrated deep into the bone marrow, he hissed softly in pain, and some couldn't stand, limping back half a step, leaning on the edge of the kang.

But Han Changyun had just relaxed, and An Qing's words were like a thunderbolt, and he was cut into love again.

An Qing said lightly, "My lord, there is one more thing."

Han Changdui let out a light "oh" and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

An Qing said indifferently: "The assassin was injured and fled, and the last general was ordered to find the traces and whereabouts of the assassin."

Han Changdui suddenly understood, and raised his eyebrows expressionlessly: "Mr. An means to search his body?"

An Qing nodded with difficulty: "Yes."

"What, body search?!" Hearing this, Han Changyun was immediately terrified, pointed to the tip of his nose, his eyes widened, and he spared no effort to self-deprecating: "Mr. An is also exalting me too much, do you think I look like an assassin? Don't say I don't have the guts, even if I have the guts, I don't have the ability!"

An Qing was amused by these words, and glanced at Han Changyun deeply.

He had never seen Han Changyun and didn't know this person, but it was rumored that Han Wangfu was a big family in Jiannan Province, and the seventh son under King Han's knee was the first in the world.

Don't say it's him, I don't believe that Han Changyun is such a weak and can't help himself, and he can only spend all his time drinking and drinking, and he has the ability to be an assassin.

Besides, even if Han Changyun had the ability to be an assassin, there was no need to be an assassin.

Over the years, the Han family has put on a posture of staying away from the government and holding a neutral posture, but in fact, who doesn't know that they are pretending, and secretly they are afraid that it will be too loose to wear a pair of pants with the King of Han.

After all, in addition to the similarity of the title of King Han and the King of Han, they are blood relatives who break bones and tendons.

King Han's biological mother is King Han's own sister, and King Han and the children of the Han family are cousins.

With such a close relationship, Han Changyun's head was full of Qujiang pond water, so he would cut off his thighs that he hugged firmly.

Such a person cannot offend him, let alone appear to be humble.

An Qing thought for a moment, his mind moved slightly, and he already had an idea, and said with a smile on his face but in a stiff tone: "Although the words of the seventh master are reasonable, the last general is also acting on orders, and he does not dare to disobey the order, and I ask the seventh master for forgiveness for the body search."

"......" Han Changyun choked and almost turned his back on his breath.

He just humbled himself, how could this person still take it seriously.

Han Changdu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't intend to embarrass An Qing, so he nodded slowly: "Since it's a tolerance, General Banner An doesn't have to be embarrassed, just start the search from the official."

After speaking, he really opened his arms and looked at An Qing for a long time, with a calm and indifferent face.

An Qing breathed a shallow sigh and ordered the Yulin Army behind him to be there

A careful search of the house.

Yu Linjun quickly walked everywhere, and there was a noisy and noisy sound in the courtyard, which aroused a panic.

An Qing is very satisfied with this panic, and it will be full of loopholes under panic.

He looked up at Han Changdui, who was still in motion, took two steps forward, and arched his hand.

Han Changwan nodded calmly, and raised his arm without moving.

An Qing didn't see the slightest uneasiness and crampedness, and reached out and carefully patted Han Changdu's arms and legs, and even more importantly, patted his calves.

Han Changdu's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was sudden.

It seems that An Qing knows very well where the so-called assassin is injured, but he doesn't know how much truth he knows in this matter, and whether he is involved in it.

An Qing patted Han Changdui's calf while looking up at Han Changdu's face, and seeing that his expression remained unchanged, he breathed a sigh of relief slightly: "I have offended the envoy."

Han Changwan smiled faintly disappreciatively.

An Qing nodded slightly, and walked straight to Han Changyun.

Han Changyun was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak, he even forgot about the sharp pain in his legs, unconsciously straightened his back, and the whole person was visibly nervous, and his face was a little paler than just now.

An Qing glanced at Han Changyun in surprise, and then looked down at his hand.

Is he so fierce, this person is almost paralyzed with fright.

He walked over slowly, his hand just stretched out, and before he could touch the edge of Han Changyun's clothes, Han Changyun dodged left and right and laughed.

"An, Mr. An, you, you tap, I, I'm afraid of itching." Han Changyun couldn't breathe when he smiled, his cheeks were red, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead.

"......" An Qing looked at Han Changyun speechlessly.

Is it so itchy? He hasn't touched it yet, okay?

Seeing Han Changyun's appearance, An Qing was embarrassed to work too hard, thinking about the rumors that Han Changyun was cowardly, he didn't have the courage to do something to lose his head, so he just slapped him twice routinely.

When he slapped his calf, An Qing lowered his head, and missed Han Changyun's appearance of baring his teeth silently in pain.

Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, An Qing let go of Han Changyun, took a few steps back, arched his hand, and became more humble: "Master Envoy, Seventh Master, the last general has been offended."

Seeing that Han Changyun did not show any flaws, Han Changdu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Mr. An is diligent and hardworking."

At this time, the Yulin Army, who was searching the house, also had a result, and entered the house and replied, "General Banner, I didn't find it."

It is normal to not be able to find anything, An Qing nodded, and arched his hand towards Han Changdu, before leaving with the Yulin Army.

Seeing a group of people who were like wolves and tigers walking away, Jin Yucai was completely relieved, solemnly put the residual incense in the purple gold copper incense burner into the incense box, and returned a copper lock.

Han Changyun couldn't stand still, sat down on the kang, watched Jin Yu's movements, and joked with a smile: "It's just a piece of broken incense left over from burning, why is Mr. Jin reluctant to throw it, it seems that the eldest brother is really poor and crazy in this house."

"Broken incense?" Han Changwan glanced at Han Changyun faintly: "If it weren't for this incense, you would have died of pain just now."

Han Changyun was taken aback, and beckoned to Jin Yu again and again: "Quick, show it to me, what kind of treasure is this, it can make people feel no pain." He moved his legs, hissed in pain, and his face suddenly turned a little whiter: "Quick, how can such a good thing be wasted, quick, quickly wipe the rest for me, master, and wipe it on my leg, won't it hurt if I wipe it on my leg!"

Jin Yu didn't listen to Han Changyun's call at all, hugged the incense box tightly, and sneered: "Ouch, Seventh Master, this can't be done, how can this kind of broken incense be used by Seventh Master, isn't this ruining Seventh Master's precious body!"

"......" Han Changyun angrily threw over a shoe.

Jin Yu's flexible posture turned and dodged the shoe.

The man who walked in from behind Jin Yu was not so lucky, he was caught off guard by a shoe, dirty

The soles of his shoes hit him right in the head.

"There's a hidden weapon!" He let out a loud shout, shook the long sword in his hand, and chopped the shoe in half before it hit the ground, and fell to the ground with a "click" twice.

Suddenly, the room was silent, and three pairs of eyes stared at the visitor in unison.

Han Changyun was the first to come back to his senses, and he howled heavily: "My shoes, the ones with the jade bottom of the Shu brocade embroidered flowers, and the finger-sized Nanzhu and tourmaline on them, I don't care, Brother Leng, you have to pay for my shoes!"

"......" Leng Linjiang stepped into the threshold with one leg, one leg was still outside, and when he heard Han Changyun's howl, he stepped into the house neatly.

What I know is that Han Changyun is crying about his shoes, and those who don't know think that his father is dead!

Leng Linjiang Pi smiled and put away the sword: "A pair of shoes are so fancy, you are not afraid that you will not be able to run after death if you run for your life!"

These words are a breakthrough.

Han Changyun was not hit by the arrow because of these flashy and heavy shoes!

He closed his mouth aggrievedly, looking at the only shoe left on the ground, how unpleasant it was.

Leng Linjiang lifted his robe, crooked it in the bed, and said lazily and slowly: "Jiuchao, I just went to see her, although she looks and has the same figure, but she is definitely not her, she is not so boring."

Han Changdui once had such a guess, and once Leng Linjiang confirmed it, he thought solemnly, "When did the problem occur? Where the hell is she now? Isn't there any danger?"

Leng Linjiang smiled confidently: "Don't worry, that girl belongs to the cat demon, she has nine lives, ordinary people can't hurt her, she can't tell where the cat is at this moment, waiting to come out and be scared!"

Han Changdui was not so optimistic, but breathed a sigh of relief: "I hope so."

Han Changyun was confused when he heard this, and asked impatiently, "Who, who, who are you talking about, belonging to the cat demon?" Eldest brother? Big Brother Leng? Don't ignore me."

Han Changwan glanced at Han Changyun's injured leg, and his heart suddenly shuddered, and after carefully telling Leng Linjiang what Han Changyun had seen, he said slowly, "You are very familiar with her, and you said that she is not her, then all of this has a reasonable explanation."