Lin Xiaocha, who was lying on the bed, rubbed her eyes, and asked Han Yu blankly, "Is this your room? Why am I here?"
Waking up in a man's room, she doesn't appear panicked.
Not that she was reckless, but she seemed to have no idea what might be going on.
A picture that was sold and had to count the money.
It's just that she seems to be blaming her for the place where she buried her bones, and her attitude towards herself is still a little cold.
Han Yu sat up calmly, went to the table and poured a cup of tea.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Lin Xiaocha tentatively asked, "Did I drink too much last night?"
Han Yu looked at the overnight tea in the cup, and answered her knowingly question with silence.
Lin Xiaocha also stopped talking.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Finally, he put down his teacup and asked calmly, "Do you have an elder brother?"
Lin Xiaocha looked very surprised, then seemed to understand something, grabbed the skirt on her knees, and said nervously: "Did I treat you as my brother last night?"
Han Yu's face was as cold as ever.
Even if they are brothers and sisters, it is not appropriate to hug and intimacy like her last night, after all, she looks fifteen or sixteen years old.
Lin Xiaocha handed over the dress in front of her, "My brother passed away when I was five years old..."
Han Yu was slightly taken aback.
Lin Xiaochazui seemed to return to good memories, his eyes were sweet and gentle, "My brother was the most protective of me when I was young, and was the best to me... Father always said that I was like a tail behind him..."
These are all true, but not her experience, but Lin Wu's.
Poor green tea that won't pack is not qualified green tea.
As she spoke, the corners of her eyes became wet, and she wiped it calmly with her hand, and sobbed in a very thin voice.
But she soon stopped crying.
"Did you bring me back?" She looked at Han Yu with red eyes, and changed the topic.
And Han Yu sipped the tea in his cup carefully, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.
He didn't speak, it was acquiescence.
"why?"
"Feng Ziying has other plans for you." He finally spoke.
"Don't have any plans? I'm a refugee, what can he do for me?" Lin Xiaocha murmured.
Han Yu: ...
After a while, he said, "I want you to be my concubine."
Lin Xiaocha's face suddenly turned pale, and she shrank back in fear, "So you saved me yesterday?"
Han Yu put down the teacup and continued: "Whether you want to be with him or not, you should choose when you are awake."
After he finished speaking, Lin Xiaocha remained silent for a while.
Han Yu's eyes became lighter, it seemed that he was meddling in his own business.
After a long time, Lin Xiaocha whispered, "Where can I choose?"
The tone is full of helplessness.
Han Yu turned her eyes to look at her, her tears rolled back and forth in her eyes, she stared blankly at the front, but there was no focus in her eyes.
Like a piece of driftwood in the vast ocean that cannot control its own ups and downs.
"Here, if the city wants me to live, I will live. If the city wants me to die, I will die. You saved me last night, but if you are not here, what can I do?"
Han Yu put down the teacup in her hand, thinking that she regarded herself as her elder brother, so she probably wanted to find someone to rely on.
"I'll take you out of Dongling City."
Lin Xiaocha was secretly delighted, just waiting for his words.
On the face, he looked very hesitant, and a pair of small hands holding the skirt were clenched back and forth.
Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind, wiped the tears from her eyes, and said cautiously: "Thank you Xianjun, I am sorry to trouble you."
Finally, she was willing to call him Xianjun again, instead of calling him "you" directly.
Han Yu glanced at her, "Go wash up and change clothes."
He is obsessed with cleanliness and has sensitive five senses. Even if he walks with him for a short distance, he doesn't like the smell of alcohol on her body after a night.
Lin Xiaocha didn't leave right away, but made up the messy bed and folded the quilt.
"Xianjun, I have some things to do, I may come back later, can you wait for me to download?"
He nodded in agreement, and he didn't care where she went or what happened.
Until he heard that she took the token and went to Captain Zuo.
Unexpectedly, in just a short distance, the general gave her all his tokens so that she could pass through the city.
She asked herself to wait for her, but she was going to meet someone else.
He put down the teacup with a snap, then turned around and went back to lie down on the chaise longue again.
Not too long later, she and the general came back.
Captain Zuo didn't say a word, and even his breathing seemed dull.
Lin Xiaocha was also very quiet.
Finally, Captain Zuo couldn't help but said, "Miss Tea, do you have to go?"
"What's the matter, General?"
The two walking side by side fell into silence again.
Finally Captain Zuo said, "I..."
Lin Xiaocha gave an "um" to show that she was listening to him carefully.
Captain Zuo blushed, and it was the first time for him who was always cheerful to speak so hesitantly.
"Actually, the outside is no better than Winterling City. I heard that summer is very hot." He clenched the hilt of his sword with callused hands, and finally squeezed out a sentence.
"Really?" Xiaocha looked at the gray sky, "But I'm more afraid of winter."
This is true. In order to save electricity bills, her family was reluctant to burn electricity for heating. In winter, she was too cold to take a bath. When she was a child, her hands were covered with frostbite.
Seeing Captain Zuo not speaking, she smiled and said, "Dongling City will definitely get better and better with people like General around."
Captain Zuo blushed and scratched his head, "The people in the city like you very much."
"Really?"
"I, I..." When the patrolling guards walked away, he stopped, and Lin Xiaocha also stopped.
"General, what's the matter?"
His face turned red from holding back, and the palm of his hand holding the sword hilt was dripping with sweat, "I actually like you quite a lot..."
At this time, Han Yu on the chaise longue slowly opened his eyes.
"Really"? "Lin Xiaocha smiled sweetly, bending her eyes, "I also like the general very much!" "
Han Yu frowned, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but his eyes were still closed.
Soon, his brows widened.
What do they have to do with me
I already like to be alone, if she stays because of this, I will feel more comfortable.
Captain Zuo's mind exploded, "Really, really?"
Lin Xiaocha nodded seriously, "I used to have an older brother who was like a general, and I liked him the most when I was young."
Captain Zuo: "Ah..." Then he scratched his head to ease the embarrassment and whispered: "So it's this kind of liking."
"Can I call you brother?" Lin Xiaocha looked at him expectantly.
"This, this, of course, yes." After he agreed, he drooped his head and sighed, rubbing the sweat from his palms on his clothes.
Han Yu lowered her eyes: ...
It seems that she is thinking too much, and she has not yet enlightened on the matter of men and women.
But since she didn't mean it that way, why did she call the Captain Zuo here
She didn't let Captain Zuo into the room, but wrapped all the rewards in a piece of cloth.
"Brother General, please help me change these things into winter clothes and distribute them to the refugees. I can rest assured only if I give them to you."
Captain Zuo looked at her in surprise, knowing that these things are a huge temptation for any poor refugee.
In fact, Lin Xiaocha is no exception. She loves money very much, and she can't wait to take everything away.
But here her real identity is not a refugee but Lin Wu, the daughter of the lord of Banxia City. As long as she returns to Banxia City, these things are nothing to her, as much as she wants.
Besides, Feng Ziying herself has that kind of meaning for herself, and she still keeps the things he rewarded, which will lower the image in the hero's heart.
It's better to give these things to the refugees, and get another wave of favorability points, so as to strengthen your innocent and kind little white flower persona.
Lin Xiaocha added: "These are originally the things of the city lord, but we can't impersonate the city lord and donate in the name of the city lord, so please make it clear that these are the city lord's rewards, and I'm just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. This way the city lord will not be embarrassed General."
Captain Zuo has a straightforward personality, but whenever someone asks who the reward is for, he will naturally not take the credit, and will truthfully answer that it is for Lin Xiaocha.
Captain Zuo looked at her, "Xiaocha, you are really kind-hearted and meticulous."
Han Yu's eyes gradually softened, and he closed his eyes again.
Soon, Lin Xiaocha came in with a happy face.
Seeing Han Yu resting with his eyes closed, he closed the door softly, sat on the stool and waited for him without saying a word.
Han Yu slowly opened his eyes.
"Xianjun, did I wake you up?"
He sat up without answering. He looked at the girl in front of him with a bright face, and his gentle eyebrows and eyes couldn't hide his joy.
"Xianjun, don't you ask me why I am so happy?"
The little girl couldn't hold her breath.
"Tell me." Han Yu's tone was mild with a hint of gentleness.
Lin Xiaocha is not really a good person, he did good deeds without leaving a name. It's not about the heroine who abuses the novel, all the good deeds are done, and all the credit is taken by the female supporting role.
To her, doing good deeds without being known is the same as not doing them.
Lin Xiaocha sat down, "I asked General Zuo to exchange the things the city lord gave me with money to buy winter clothes and distribute them to the refugees."
She sat in front of him with a pair of clear eyes shining.
"Then?"
"Xianjun, don't you praise me?"
"Being kind and wanting others to know is not true kindness."
He said so, but his eyes were very soft.
Lin Xiaocha blushed at what she said, pursed her lips, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm not the same as Xianjun, I don't have such a high awareness."
Han Yu stood up and turned his back to her.
Such an innocent girl doesn't seem like a scheming person.
He shifted his gaze to her face, "I blamed you for what happened that night."