The familiar scent of gardenia rushed into He Liuzhi's mouth and nose, like a silk thread under a spell, scrambling towards his heart, and then gradually tightened.

He Liuzhi's face suddenly turned cold, and he pushed her away, but who knew that Sheng Chuhe held his hands with his backhand and continued to say in secret words: "Don't make trouble, there are killers." ”

Sure enough, before she could finish speaking, she saw a dagger plunging through the crack in the window.

The dagger moved slightly, and the closed window had been silently opened.

There was dim moonlight streaming in through the window, and I could barely see the killer wearing an old-fashioned nightcoat with long braids around his neck.

The killers rushed in through the window, and Sheng Chuhe counted them, a full five.

The body is as light as a swallow, and the walking is silent, which shows that it will do some light work.

These killers threw themselves at the side of the bed with their daggers held high, saying that it was too late, and that it was too fast, Sheng Chuhe had already rolled to the ground with He Liuzhi in his arms.

Sheng Chuhe said coldly: "Stay here obediently!" ”

As she spoke, she tied up her half-length short hair, and then she got up violently and twisted into a ball with these killers.

Sheng Chuhe is small, light as a swallow, and his movements are sharp, without dragging mud and water.

None of these killers were her opponents.

In just a quarter of an hour, there were already five more corpses in the room.

It's just that there are many people on the other side, Sheng Chuhe's arm was scratched, and he was bleeding and staining his white shirt red.

She was small, and her shirt was left over from He Liuzhi, which was worn loosely on her, and she was even more embarrassed after the fight, and her neckline was crooked, revealing a small piece of porcelain white collarbone.

He Liuzhi leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, looking at her with dark eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lao Zhang heard the movement and hurried to the bedroom with his manpower, but when he saw that the fight in the room had ended, he was angry and afraid: "Young master, the slave is late......

He Liuzhi interrupted him indifferently: "Bring the medicine box, he is injured." ”

Lao Zhang hurriedly responded, led people to retreat, and quickly sent the medicine box to the room.

He Liuzhi opened the medicine box, took out cotton swabs and iodophor, and said with a twisted eyebrow: "Take off your clothes." ”

Sheng Chuhe's right hind arm was injured, and he was afraid that he would not be able to take medicine on his own.

She was stunned, and subconsciously clenched the buttons on her chest: "No, I can handle this small injury myself." ”

As she spoke, she snatched iodophor from He Liuzhi's hand, turned around and walked out of the room.

He Liuzhi looked at it coldly and remained silent.

The wall clock on the wall was already pointing to one o'clock in the morning, and the dim nightlight gave off a dim yellow glow.

He closed his eyes, as if in a dream, and the tip of his nose seemed to have a faint fragrance of gardenias.

The pair of charming eyebrows and eyes appeared in front of his eyes, but they were hazy, like a faint layer of fog.

He snapped his eyes open and sat up, his anger churning wildly in his chest.

This night, the light in the study was on all night, and in the early morning, when Aunt Wang entered the study to clean up, she saw the young master lying on the table with his eyes closed and sleeping, holding a "Gentleman's Book" in his hand.

Aunt Wang didn't dare to disturb and retreated silently.

In the next few days, He Liuzhi didn't seem to be happy.

He locked himself in the study all day long, and no one was allowed to enter, even the daily meals were placed at the door, and He Liuzhi took them by himself.

The prince was unhappy, and the atmosphere of the whole villa was solemn.

Lao Zhang said to Sheng Chuhe in private: "The young master must blame us for improper protection and is angry!" ”

Lao Zhang is the old housekeeper of He Mansion, who has been serving since the old prince, growing up with He Xuhong since he was a child, and taking care of the little sixth master's food and clothing since childhood.

Now that someone assassinated the little master, but he failed to protect it in time, he blamed himself very much.

Sheng Chuhe felt that this could be Lao Zhang's fault, the subordinates were on standby, and they were all doing their best, obviously He Liuzhi Young Master had too much temper, and she didn't know what he was angry about.

Since the eldest young master was reluctant to go out of the study, Sheng Chuhe stood outside the door of the study and waited, very conscientious.

So every time He Liuzhi opened the door to pick up food, he could always see Sheng Chuhe standing straight at the door, like a living fossil.

But after seeing her, He Liuzhi's face was even worse, and he didn't even want a meal, and slammed the door to the sky.

She deeply understands that she has a barrier with the young master of a big family, and she can't empathize with this prince who is being held and coaxed by everyone, what is he angry about.

Fortunately, the prize money of one million oceans can heal her.

In the evening of that day, He Liuzhi finally walked out of the study.

The eldest young master passed by Sheng Chuhe with cold eyes, Sheng Chuhe didn't care, and followed respectfully.

It's just that after only a few steps, He Liuzhi suddenly stopped and said coldly: "Don't follow me." ”

Sheng Chuhe's footsteps paused slightly.

An hour later, He Liuzhi took a lot of attendants out of the door.

The car roared away, leaving Sheng Chuhe alone at the door of the villa.

In the cold night, the car didn't drive fast. Sheng Chuhe thought about it and quietly followed.