"I'm here to protect my son, you go out first." Minglang whispered to the little girl.

"Oh."

The little guy rubbed his eyes and replied sullenly.

He wondered, why did his son-in-law suddenly get into the quilt and close his eyes and sleep?

He looked at Qingwen quietly with his eyes, and then went out with his eyebrows lowered.

Minglang lifted the quilt, looked at Chen Hanxiao's chest that was tightly wrapped in gauze, untied the jade pendant on his body and put it on the head of the bed, turned back to Qingwen and said:

"I'm sorry, Miss Qing, our son-in-law is still not very good, this will fall asleep. Sit down for a while, and I'll make you tea. ”

"Hey, you're ......"

Qingwen wanted to say that there was no need to bother, but Minglang was like a rabbit, and she rushed out in three steps and two steps.

Qingwen had no choice but to sit down on the ebony chair in front of the bed, and quietly looked at Chen Hanxiao, seeing that his face was pale and bloodless, thinking that he had lost too much blood, and the opponent was rushing for his life.

Qingwen sat bored for a while, her eyes glancing at the jade pendant at the head of the bed.

The jade pendant was the piece that Chen Hanxiao used to offset the account that day, Qingwen once used it to fall asleep and saved Chen Hanxiao at the gate of Baiyun Temple.

Her heart moved, and she involuntarily held the jade pendant.

Suddenly, she fell asleep.

The dream was fleeting, but for a moment, Lin Qingwen watched a short but bloody battle of life and death.

In the dark night, Chen Hanxiao, who came out of the palace, was only followed by Minglang and the other four guards.

When they arrived in a remote alley, more than a dozen masked gangsters suddenly sprang out, and without saying a word, they slashed at Chen Hanxiao and them.

There are too many killers, and the focus is on Chen Hanxiao, although he is good, but he is outnumbered, and he was stabbed several times in a short time, blood all over his body, and he fell to the ground with serious injuries.

The guards fought desperately, and in the end, two of them were killed, and Ming Lang and the other two were also wounded, but in the end Chen Hanxiao was taken out.

There was a killer who wanted to chase him, and the leader tore off the black towel that was masked, wiped the blood splattered on his face, and waved his hand:

"There's no need to chase, I've been stabbed so much, I don't believe he can still live! After all, this is the capital, and it is not good to alarm the forbidden army. ”

The rest of the killers gave up, tore off their toils to wipe their faces and hands, or tucked them up on their chests, and rode away.

It was too dark, and Qingwen didn't see the others clearly, but when the person in the lead put away the knife, the cold light glanced at him in a flash.

After waking up, she went outside to find a pen and paper, and quickly sketched the face of the person in the dream.

Gently blow dry the ink on the paper, carefully fold it and put it in her sleeve, take out the silver ticket from her purse, put it on the head of Chen Hanxiao's bed, she turned around and walked out of the study.

Facing him, Minglang came over with a tea tray.

"Chen Gongzi has been sleeping peacefully, let him rest well, I'll come to see him another day."

"It's really a snub son," Ming Lang didn't keep her, but only raised his voice and ordered the guards standing outside the door, "Haosheng sends Qing Gongzi back to Baiyun Temple, and no mistakes are allowed." ”

Qingwen left with the guards, and Minglang turned around and entered the study.

Chen Gongzi, who was pretending to be asleep, had already opened his eyes and stared at the small pile of silver tickets in his hand in a daze.

"What is this? She didn't think I was injured and needed her to buy me money for medicinal herbs, right? ”

"This is the Zhuangzi money given by Miss Qing," Ming Lang said with a smile, "When Mr. Xu went to the government to make a deed, he wrote 1,800 taels of silver, and Miss Qing has been thinking about sending it to her son." ”

"This old Xu, didn't I say that there is less silver?" Chen Hanxiao frowned and said, "One thousand eight hundred taels, where did she get so many from a girl's family?" ”

"Mr. Xu is also for the good of his son, he doesn't write much, how can Miss Qing know the value of that Zhuangzi? However, Mr. Xu also wrote 'silver and goods', and he didn't need her to give money, because Miss Qing was too serious. ”

Minglang smiled, "Childe, don't be busy feeling sorry for Miss Qing, let's talk about whether your trick really works?" Can this jade pendant really hook the result you want? ”

"Well, let's give it a try, at that time she chased me out to give me a jade pendant, but she happened to save me, will she happen to know something again this time?"

Chen Hanxiao smiled weakly, a bead of blood secreted from his chapped lips, he didn't seem to feel any pain, and ordered, "Let's let Lao Han follow her, first, to protect her secretly, and second, to see what she is going to do next?" ”

He looked at the door, as if watching Qingwen's back as she walked out of the door, and said in a low tone: "If it weren't for the fact that the opponent was too secretive this time, I really shouldn't have dragged her into danger." ”

Although Lin Qingwen painted a portrait of the murderer, she was also at a loss.

She couldn't let others know that she had special abilities, so she couldn't leave the portrait to Chen Hanxiao on the spot.

But on her own, how can she find out who the person in the painting is?

Go ask Jia Baoyu? What's the use of that embroidered pillow that only knows pleasure and doesn't understand affairs?

Mu Nanfeng? Qingwen shook her head. The man was too shrewd to rush out a portrait of a man, which would surely make him suspicious.

Who else could she ask besides the two of them? No one!

This matter cannot be delayed for a long time, and a decision must be made as soon as possible.

So, Lin Qingwen, who had been holding back for three days and her hair was about to go bald, finally made a decision.

With that portrait, she knocked on the heavy door of the "Chen Mansion".

This time, Chen Hanxiao was really asleep.

"Miss Qing," Minglang scratched his scalp and said with some embarrassment, "Childe's wound hurts so badly that he can't sleep peacefully at night, so he drank the painkiller decoction and fell asleep." Why don't you wait and I'll wake him up? ”

"No, no, let him rest well, don't alarm him."

Qingwen hurriedly stopped Minglang, took out the portrait from her sleeve pocket and handed it over, "I happened to pass by the place where Chen Gongzi was assassinated, and I happened to meet the watchman that night.

I asked him quietly for some silver, and he hid in the shadows that night and saw the murderer. According to his description, I drew a portrait of one of them, I wonder if it will be useful to Chen Gongzi? ”

Lin Qingwen gave the portrait and left, never seeing the look of surprise on the face of Minglang who was holding the portrait, and even forgot to order her subordinates to send her out.

She is quite light in her heart, this portrait is enough to cover the difference in his Zhuangzi, right?

An hour later, Chen Hanxiao, who had slept soundly, woke up and saw him sitting on the head of the bed with a contemplative and bright face.

"Childe, Miss Qing sent it." Minglang handed over the portrait.

"Is that him?"

Chen Hanxiao shook his head and nodded heavily, "It must be him!" Although the portrait is not very clear, the scar on this man's face is clearly visible, and it is the commander of the guards beside him. ”

Minglang also looked at the male-looking man in the portrait, with a scar on his left cheek that slanted down from the corner of his eye to his chin.

"It's him! Unexpectedly, he is usually gentle and elegant, and he looks like he has no quarrel with the world, but he is a person who has a big city in his heart. ”

"Hehe," Chen Hanxiao sneered, "his son, who doesn't want to take the seat under him?" Even if I'm not rare, I can't stand them from thinking I'm rare. ”