Chu Yunyao approached and saw a small man hidden in the rickshaw.

When the man saw Chu Yunyao, the panic at the bottom of his eyes flashed by, pretending to be calm and asked: "Miss, do you want to take a car? Where do you want to go? "

Chu Yunyao fixed a glance at him, shook his head, turned and walked to the direction of Yunlai Pavilion.

Huangbao rickshaws are generally used by the children and wives of small families. They are convenient, fast and inexpensive. They also stop at the side of the street where people come and go, or at the gate of LAN Guifang and gambling house, which is convenient for people who return home at night.

How can you stop in such a secluded place that it's hard to find a few figures?

Bao'er stared at the man warily and lowered his voice: "Miss, how can this man be in this place? I always think something's wrong. "

"Go ahead, someone will come to deal with him." Chu Yunyao and bao'er enter Yunlai pavilion from the backyard. Not to mind taking the trouble of everlasting longing for each other,

pushed her bedroom out of the South cigarette room and found that Wen Ting Yun was sitting in a wheelchair. She was reading the poem to the South smoke at the head of the bed.

...

beauty is like flowers across the clouds.

The sky above is blue and the waves below are Lushui.

It's a long way to go, but it's hard for the soul to fly.

everlasting longing for each other.

The low, warm voice is magnetic and pleasant.

Nan Yan is lying on the pillow with a pretty little face to Wen Tingyun. His eyes are closed tightly. His restless expression is gradually calming down in the low recitation, and his eyes are soothing.

Seeing Chu Yunyao coming in, Wen Tingyun was about to speak.

Chu Yunyao gestured to Wen Tingyun to read on.

She sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the thin quilt on Nan Yan's back, and looked at her injury. Her warm finger pulp crossed her beautiful face, and her fingertips were smeared with scar removing cream on her injured cheek.

After leaving the bedroom, Chu Yunyao took out a pen and paper from her desk, wrote a letter, folded it and handed it to Zhang Bo: "send it to LAN Guifang and give it to Chi Yebai. When he receives the letter, he will know how to do it."

"Yes, it's a long way, young lady. Be careful all the way." Zhang Bo put the letter away and put it in his pocket.

Chu Yunyao left Jincheng with bao'er, and drove all the way to the countryside...

in the young commander's mansion...

as soon as the housekeeper stepped into the gate, he was shocked by the battle in front of him.

The servants and guards knelt down in the hall, with their heads down and silent.

A thin old man, about fifty years old, with a black hat and a long shirt, was sitting on the throne with his legs crossed.

While tasting the tea, he lengthened the duck's voice and asked slowly, "say, are you dumb? What happened to the gunfire?

Last night, the president sent people around to inquire, you are good, one by one even refused to open the door.

You are so bold. Do you want to rebel? "

With that, he threw the bone china cup heavily on the table.

The cup and the lid make a clear collision sound, and the tea spills out and flows everywhere.

Kneeling on the ground, the servant's body trembled and his shoulder trembled, but he still bit his teeth and said nothing.

The housekeeper shoved the things in his hand to the entourage. His white and fat face was full of smiles, and he walked quickly to the entourage

The housekeeper pointed to a crowd of kneeling people and asked in surprise: "well, what's the matter? The Young Marshal has always been courteous and compassionate to the officers. Apart from his wife's death, he has never let them suffer such punishment. "

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