Shen Qingyi was leaning against the wall of the barrel very relaxedly, but when he heard this, he suddenly stood upright.
"What did you say?"
The maid continued: "The patrolling guards found Miss Yuan lying on the ground covered in blood. Her life and death are unknown. Now a doctor has been sent for diagnosis and treatment. Miss Yuan, you'd better go and have a look soon!"
Shen Qingyi didn't even have time to answer, so she hurriedly walked out of the water, picked up the clothes from the screen, put them on casually, and was about to go out.
She was so concerned that she didn't notice anything unusual for a while. She stopped suddenly when her hand grabbed the fan.
Logically speaking, if something suddenly happens to a guest, the other guests will rarely be alerted immediately, in order not to cause panic and make other guests afraid. Generally, the guest will only be notified after the matter has been handled as quickly as possible.
, not to mention that she, a female prostitute, can't do anything, so what can she do if she is asked to go?
Just when she realized this, she suddenly heard a clear "click" sound coming from the carved window pane behind her.
Someone has come in!
Cold sweat flowed down her cheeks, and a hand covered her mouth in time before she called for help.
Someone whispered against her ear: "Miss Shen, I advise you not to shout out..."
Shen Qingyi's hands and feet were cold due to fear, but she didn't dare to anger the other party, so she had to turn her head slowly...
The maid outside the door heard a faint noise coming from the room and saw that Shen Qingyi had not made a sound for a long time. She couldn't help but worry, so she knocked on the door again, frowned and asked: "Girl, are you okay?"
However, now she has no makeup on, her hair is disheveled, and her clothes are disheveled. When others see her, she can only laugh or say something about her disheveled clothes. But her purpose is to make Chu Zhengyue fall down under her skirt, so how can he see this embarrassing look?
Shen Qingyi was furious: "Who wants to go out dressed like that? Don't frame me, I... I just..."
And at this moment, in the house.
However, in Chu Zhengyue's eyes, he could vaguely see the graceful figure of the girl on the couch behind the bed curtain. She had slender shoulders and a slim waist like a willow tree. Her long hair was like a waterfall. Even without makeup, she had the feeling of a hibiscus flowing out of water. The bed curtain
The fall of the barrier made me feel even more hazy, and my heart could not help but feel ripples.
"I'm fine. It's just that my clothes accidentally fell into the tub and got soaked. I probably won't be able to leave for a while. Go tell the prince and help me get some clothes to change. I'll be here later.
Let’s go see Sister Yuan again.”
I'm afraid that when the thief saw that the third and outer floors of her residence were sealed with copper walls and iron walls, he had the desire to lure the snake out of the hole, and he also became resentful of Yuan Wanning because of his fight with Yuan Wanning that day in the Taifu's Mansion.
Therefore, he deceived Yuan Wanning and severely injured her while she was unprepared. Then he pretended to be a servant and came here to tell Yuan Wanning that she was injured, so as to trick her out of the iron wall.
When Shen Qingyi heard this, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but collapse.
Yuan Wanning was in good condition, so why was she suddenly attacked? And with her ability as a hero among women, who would leave her unprepared and even seriously injure her?!
As the clues are connected in series, the ideas related to this matter gradually become clearer.
The moment he turned around, the hand holding the lantern handle suddenly tightened, and the lantern handle was broken.
Chu Zhengyue said: "Everyone knows that the girl is intelligent and transparent. Is it possible that you still can't figure out this truth?"
She wrung her fingers and thought to herself that it was okay for her to be careless in front of others. Anyway, she was confident that she was extremely beautiful, and she was the daughter of a dignified master. She had a noble status, so even if her clothes were rough, she didn't worry about being looked down upon by others.
Chu Zhengyue admired the translucent gold-embedded glass cup in his hand, and his expression was leisurely: "Why, you dare to go out dressed like that, but you don't dare to face me openly in this outfit?"
What a vicious plot this is!
Shen Qingyi couldn't care less after receiving this answer. He straightened up and said angrily: "Just because he wanted to lure me out, he attacked Sister Yuan?! How cold and heartless could he be?"
How could a person do something that would not hesitate to anger others just to lure a snake out of its hole?!"
Shen Qingyi said: "What do you mean?"
Although Shen Qingyi noticed something was wrong with the boy who came to report Yuan Wanning's injury, she didn't have time to think about it because of Chu Zhengyue's arrival. When she calmed down, she realized that something was abnormal.
Chu Zhengyue calmly poured a cup of strong tea and drank it in large gulps.
The maid came to the door and explained the reason to the person waiting at the door. The man's face was lowered and buried in the shadow where the lantern could not see. After hearing the words, he muttered: "I know."
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pull the bed curtain with all her strength until she was completely hidden in it.
Then he turned and left without saying a word.
He turned around, propped up his chin and looked at Shen Qingyi through the bed curtain with interest, and said: "I have always heard that Miss Shen is smart, and it turned out to be true when I saw her today. I was shocked just by showing up in the room.
He stabilized the maid waiting outside the door and quickly came up with a countermeasure. It is indeed better to see once than to hear a hundred times."
Someone seemed to mutter something in the room, and then Shen Qingyi's voice came.
Because Shen Qingyi's voice was as normal as usual, the maid had no doubts and said "Yes." and then left.
She clenched her hands into fists, with shock, heartache, sadness, and anger all intertwined together. She wished she could immediately find out the evildoer, cut the thief into pieces, crush his bones and spread ashes, so that she could relieve the hatred in her heart!
Although she was separated by the bed curtain, because her face turned red and white, Chu Zhengyue could still see her thoughts and said: "I came here because I saw Yuan Wanning's injury and guessed that someone might be there.
It's not good for Miss Shen, and I'm afraid of disturbing others, who might take the opportunity to cause chaos."
After putting down the bed curtain, Shen Qingyi coughed and changed the subject: "I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing sneaking into my room in the middle of the night? If my brother sees you, be careful he breaks your legs."
She pointed at the extraordinary and handsome young man sitting in front of her, drinking tea calmly at the Eight Immortals table. She blushed and stuttered even when she spoke: "You, you, you... how dare you break into the boudoir at night! You are a gangster and a scoundrel!"
Shen Qingyi was in shock, hugging the quilt and huddled in the corner of the bed.
Chu Zhengyue put down the cup in his hand and said, "If I hadn't come here to stop the girl, I'm afraid Miss Shen would have ended up like Miss Yuan."
She was angry that Chu Zhengyue seemed to predict everything, so she couldn't help but stand up and said: "Do you think I only expected it? Let me tell you, even if you don't come today, I expected it all the time before I went out.
People outside the door do something fishy, but my reputation for intelligence will never be inferior to yours!"
She stared at Chu Zhengyue angrily, her anger coming from nowhere, and she wanted to compare Chu Zhengyue inexplicably.
But she saw Chu Zhengyue looking at her with a slightly startled look, and even the tips of his ears were visibly tinged with red.
Then, he coughed lightly and turned his head away awkwardly.
