At this time, when I looked at it again, I felt that the bruised scars were a bit of an eyesore.

Ding Bao turned his back to Su Sleeve, stared ahead, his face was very tight, and his body trembled slightly.

She's afraid of itching.

In particular, Su Sleeve's hand was fluttering, slicing across her back, which made her nervous tense for no reason.

Want to laugh.

Su Sleeve, who was helping her wipe the medicine, also noticed that the body of the person in front of her was tense and trembling, obviously enduring something.

Ding Bao originally wanted to ask Su Sleeve to help her apply the plaster carefully, and she endured the itch, but later she found that something was wrong.

The other party's hand kept rubbing her waist with the most itchy flesh.

I can't bear it.

"Okay, no need to wipe it."

After speaking, Ding Bao directly put on his clothes, in case he laughed out of the pig cry in the next second.

Su Sleeve didn't speak, and quietly stepped aside, his eyes silent.

It's just that in those black eyes, there is a faint trace of pity and dissatisfaction, and when he looks up again, Ding Bao has already put on his clothes neatly.

Lunch was delivered again, and as always, the congee, steamed buns and pickles looked extremely miserable and sad.

Su Sleeve stood behind Ding Bao, watching Concubine Zhuang, who had infinite scenery in the past, pinching the steamed buns and nibbling them fragrantly.

"To eat or not to eat?"

Ding Bao handed over a steamed bun.

Su Sleeve looked at the steamed bun that had been grabbed by Ding Bao, pursed his lips slightly, and slowly shook his head.

"Eat it, slaves and maids are not hungry."

Night.

The hut was plunged into darkness.

Ding Bao lay on the bed tossing and turning, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the stone door that had not been opened.

After a little more flanning, she got up and put on her shoes.

"Salesman, what are you going to do?"

The voice that had not spoken for a day sounded again.

Ding Bao walked out of the hut and looked around, but Su Sleeve didn't know where to run.

"I've eaten it, I've got to go out and yo."

"Do you want to go to the Imperial Tomb?"

"You don't care where I go."

"Please hurry up and do the task, don't do anything unrelated to the task."

Ding Bao muttered as he walked.

"Where birds don't poop, how do I do tasks? Where can I find Cen Yao? ”

"Cen Yao just left."

When Ding Bao heard this, his footsteps paused slightly, frowned and asked.

"Cen Yao just came?"

"He's been here all day today."

"Where?"

"By your side."

Ding Bao was stunned, his mind turned slightly, and then scolded in a low voice.

"Plain sleeves? Why didn't you remind me?! ”

"Identifying task goals is one of the necessary professional qualities of a salesman, and I am exercising you."

"Shut up."

I never thought that there was such a developed high technology in ancient times, and men disguised as women could not see the slightest flaw!

After a minute of silence, Ding Bao calmly accepted this fact.

If you go through it from the beginning to the end, you can explain what went wrong all day.

Obviously, Cen Yao's purpose for approaching him is very simple, that is, the jade seal.

Thinking about it this way, according to the original plot, there is indeed such a strange place, that is, the palace maid Su Sleeve next to the original owner died mysteriously in the imperial tomb.

That's three days.

In the past three days, Cen Yao pretended to be plain sleeves and served by Concubine Zhuang's side, so as to find the whereabouts of the jade seal.

Three days later, the search was fruitless, Cen Yao left, and deliberately let Concubine Zhuang find Su Sleeve's body.

That means that as long as she doesn't do anything, Cen Yao will leave in two days.

"This is a good opportunity, salesman, please cherish it."

"I'm a little confused."

"Say."

"Why did Cen Yao ask to stand next to me when I changed my clothes today, did he covet my beauty?"