In this environment, can she eat and sleep? Can he take a good rest and not be overwhelmed by Jin Siyu's perpetual temptations
As for himself, he didn't think much about it—everyone knew that Jin Siyu would never keep her because of her beauty. This legendary prince with a city mansion and the most powerful contender for the Dai Viet throne, he kept her Her life could only be for one purpose - to besiege the city and fight for aid.
When she is alive, there will be a steady stream of rescuers trying to rescue her. From these rescuers, her identity can be figured out, and even bigger fish can be caught.
Therefore, one cannot miss.
Liu Sanhu pursed his lips tightly, held the things in his hands tightly, thinking that if there was any disharmony and it really came to the end, would he die quickly by chewing his tongue or committing suicide
At the gate of the inner courtyard, a man dressed as a servant was also waiting for him without turning his eyes.
The posture of this man standing by the door with his hands tied is more polite than that of Liu Shiwei, and more like a fearful servant.
Liu Shiwei squinted at him and couldn't help smiling.
Passed the box over, the servant raised his head to pick it up, the two touched their fingers on the bottom of the box, and retracted each other.
They moved each other's sleeves.
There were people on all sides, and the two looked up at each other. There seemed to be sparks in their eyes, and then they converged.
Both of them entered the mansion in one batch, so it was unreasonable not to exchange pleasantries at all, although they actually didn't want to exchange pleasantries at all.
"What's the name of this brother?" Liu Shiwei squinted his eyes and smiled at the other party, "We met each other at the concierge that day, and we almost got separated."
"Qiu Shu." The man raised his head and smiled, "I'm not as lucky as my brother, look, the study boy."
"Liu Sanhu." Liu Shiwei smiled, "Brother is someone close to the prince, not a second-class bodyguard like me, please support me in the future."
"Dare not dare."
"sure."
He pretended to smile and chattered a few words, then Liu Shiwei turned around and left, as fast as someone was burning his ass behind, and the study boy named Qiu Shu didn't even look back, he took the box back to the inner courtyard.
Holding the box, Qiu Shu just walked to the second yard, where a group of personal guards were practicing martial arts, the servant walked around, and suddenly heard behind him: "Here!"
The voice came suddenly, full of murderous aura, and then a dazzling crystal light covered him from behind!
Qiu Shu turned her head in surprise, like all ordinary people who don't know martial arts, she was so shocked that she stayed where she was and didn't move.
"Wow."
Under the hood of a tank of water, Qiu Shu was drenched in an instant, and the tank filled with water fell on him. He froze there with his eyes wide open, seemingly dumbfounded.
With a "Keng" sound, the knife flashed, brushed against his scalp, knocked the small vat to the ground, and the fragments splashed around his feet, and the guard who rushed to make the knife smashed the vat raised his knife, leaving a few hairs on the knife. Si pushed him contemptuously, and said, "What are you doing standing there, you're in the way!"
Before Qiu Shu could react, she was pushed staggeringly and fell to the ground. Subconsciously, she supported herself on the pieces of broken porcelain, cut her palm and dyed the pieces of porcelain red.
He gasped hissingly, his palms were stained with blood and his whole body was wet, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, shivering in the cold wind of the early winter in the Northland, looking very embarrassed, facing the guards who surrounded him, he walked carefully. He moved back on the ground, not daring to look at his own wound, and humbly apologized, "Yes, yes, the villain has no wink... So this is martial arts. My lords really opened the eyes of the villain."
The guard who hit the vat with the knife snorted coldly and walked away, but another man came over, helped him up with his own hands, and said with a smile: "Don't pay attention to Lao Zhang, I blame me for the knife mouth and bean curd heart. An ant crawled up the neck, and the itch was unbearable, and you happened to pass by... are you okay?"
"Thank you for your concern, sir, it's all right." Qiu Shu looked flattered and grateful, the guard helped him up, and said with a smile: "The clothes are all wet, and the box is also stained with water, how do you go to deliver documents to the prince in this state? We have a change of clothes on the practice ground here, let's go change."
"How can I wear an adult's clothes..." Qiu Shu hurriedly refused in panic, but the guard pushed him into the room and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's not the guard uniform, it's the casual clothes we wear when we leave the house." Without any explanation, she dragged him into the room, found out a set of clothes by herself, and still held them in her hand, wanting to watch Qiu Shu change them.
Facing the guard's extraordinary enthusiasm, Qiu Shu was polite for a while, then took it calmly, and changed his clothes generously, but the guard turned his head casually, as if he didn't care at all.
It doesn't really matter whether he looks at it or not—there are countless places to look around.
The wet clothes were all changed, Qiu Shu thanked the guard, took the clothes and wanted to leave, the guard pulled him and said: "Your clothes are dirty for me, I have to apologize, you go to the west side of the training ground I went to wash in the laundry room, it is specially for our guards to wash exercise clothes."
As if he was afraid of Qiu Shu's refusal, he snatched his clothes and gave them to him. Qiu Shu smiled lightly and didn't ask, "Then I'll send the documents to the prince."
He resigned from the guard, and continued walking forward with the box in his hand. The wound on his hand had congealed blood, and the wound was deeper than he expected. The super enthusiastic guards only cared about his clothes, but didn't even look at these wounds.
Raising his hand gently, he casually wiped away the bloodstains on the wall, as if he was afraid of staining the box and clothes. Those bloodstains were clearly printed on the blue brick wall with a bright color.
New blood gushed out from the wound, and there was a faint white mark, which was a blood-stained wax pill embedded in the wound.
Just now, at the moment of falling, the wax pill that was originally on the sleeve entered the palm of his hand, and he stuffed it fiercely into his wound. The wax pill was not big, and only a small part of the skin was exposed, and then it was congealed by blood. In the fuzzy palm, there doesn't seem to be anything special.
When he fell, he aimed at the sharpest tile, and the wound was extremely deep. At this moment, trying to take out the wax pill that had been firmly inserted was nothing more than another heart-wrenching pain.
He frowned and looked at the wound, not because he was afraid of the pain, but because he was worried that the crushed wax pill would be broken into the flesh and blood when it was taken out. Once infected, the hand would be ruined.