Thinking of this, Hong Yao immediately turned her head and looked around, thinking about where to search.

Then, she was confused.

She really has no idea where to start, because she has never done such a thing after living for two lives.

Although she had served several masters, she would never use them more than her brain. As for the last concubine of Xiang, she was the chief palace maid. However, Xiang concubine was noble in nature and never used such secret tricks. Hong Yao had no chance to get involved in these activities.

So, at this time, Hong Yao looked dark.

He carried the thorn in place like a headless fly, and Hong Yao racked his brains to think of a way. He felt that something was hidden in the cage, and then he felt that the bed was even more suspicious. After a while, he looked at the wall again, wondering if there was a hidden door hidden in it?

After a few breaths, she had already thought about all the secret doors of the various mechanisms that had been staged in the script.

Unfortunately, she herself was not the wise and brave woman in the book. Even if she broke her head, she would not make up her mind and became more and more confused.

In the midst of these surging thoughts, a thought suddenly broke out in Hong Yao's mind:

This was the first time she had entered Hongling’s house in two lifetimes.

She couldn't help but be shocked, and she felt more and more terrifying when she thought about it.

At that moment, many things that seemed ordinary suddenly appeared at this moment.

For example, whenever someone wants to borrow something from Hongling, she will always come out of the house first and give it to others. When people want to return it, she will take the initiative to come to pick it up;

For example, she told Hongyao several times that "I have rats in my house, so I'm afraid of death."

In addition, whenever the seasons changed in previous lives, Hongling would always bring various items early, and never asked Hongyao to run away...

Originally, Hong Yao only regarded it as careful. Now, looking at it again, this is not a careful place. It is clearly something hidden in her room, so she refused to ask anyone to go in.

After reaching this conclusion, Hong Yao suddenly felt that the lower body was floating, the soles of her feet became weak, and her legs became weak. With a "pop" sound, she fell down.

I don't know if it was because of habit, but at the moment when she fell down, she stuffed the little slap under her butt, and never really sat down on the ground.

Then, she frowned and sat on the little mat in a daze.

Is this room really searchable?

Will Hongling notice it later?

The red medicine is almost certain that Hongling must have kept a backup plan.

However, even though he knew this, Hong Yao couldn't guess what the backhand was and where it was.

As a result, I became more confused and even more afraid.

That feeling was like being locked in a dark cage with a giant beast. Knowing that the giant beast was around, but because it was invisible and intangible, the fear was rising up hundreds of times, thousands of times.

Can't fight.

Hong Yao had a pale face, and a little sadness surged in her heart.

She couldn't even fight Hongliu, let alone Hongliu, who was hundreds of times smarter than Hongliu?

She couldn't even touch the other party's thoughts.

What should I do if I am found out?

Can she escape the other party's plan?

Red Medicine shook her head gently in the moonlight, and her fluffy hair trembled slightly with the wind.

At this moment, she remembered the most important thing:

If she did what she had never done in her previous life, would the single-plank bridge under her feet be broken?

As soon as he thought about this, Hong Yao immediately shrank his neck.

Cowardly.

The little courage that had gathered before dissipated like ashes at this moment.

Hong Yao even felt that the white waxed tent was like a soul-summoning banner, trying to trap her three souls and six spirits.

The more she looked at her, the more she became more and more cowardly she became. In the end, she became so limp that she couldn't even stand up. She could only tremble and squeezed out of her butt and crawled out of the house with her arms around her.

Dizziness, palpitations, sweating all over the body, and soreness and weakness of the limbs.

This is all the gains that Hong Yao gets from going to the inner room.

She was only able to recover from her senses when she lay back in the tent.

Not ashamed, not ashamed at all.

Hong Yao clenched her fists and cheered herself up.

Compared with his own life, what is Hongling’s secret?

As the saying goes, you should retreat when you see the difficulties, act within your ability, and do not do it if you can't do it, and you will not be angry with yourself.

She tried to convince herself, or find a sufficient reason for herself, and kept thinking about it repeatedly, gradually calming down.

Then, she cheered up again.

Now it is not the time to slack, and Hongling hasn't come back yet. Who knows what else will happen next?

Red Medicine took out the cloth handkerchief and carefully cleaned the whole body without leaving any mud stains or gray marks.

It is no exaggeration to be careful in front of Hongling.

Just as she put the veil back to her pillow and lay back, a roar of foot sounded suddenly outside the door.

Fragile and erratic, from far to near.

Hongling is back!

Hong Yao couldn't help but wiped her cold sweat.

Very lingering!

Fortunately, she never stayed in the inner room for too long, otherwise she would have been afraid of hitting her in two seconds.

She turned over very lightly, lying on her side facing the inner room, narrowing her eyes slightly, and listening carefully to the movement outside the door.

The tent seemed to be shaking by the wind, and in a moment, the footsteps sounded behind Hong Yao.

It's so close.

I think it must be Hongling who entered the house.

Hong Yao guessed, and then he wondered again, why didn’t he hear the sound of the door opening and closing?

After a breath, she realized that Hongling thought that the two doors of the house had been tampered with the situation in advance.

Hong Yao once again felt confused.

She didn't know how many times she entered and exited the house every day, but she never discovered this.

How big is her heart?

"Red Medicine." A soft call suddenly came from behind, and a fluttering sound thread penetrated into the ear drum like a wandering silk.

Hong Yao was prepared for a long time, but he was not as scared as before, but instead became a little angry.

Is it fun to pretend to be a ghost?

If you want to call you, just shout openly. What is this about learning to cry with a voice hanging over?

She thought to herself, but her ears were raised high, and soon she realized that Hongling's breathing was extremely turbid, as if she had run a long way, and she seemed to have done some heavy work.

After a few breaths, a faint fishy smell came from the nose of the red medicine. I don’t know if it was watery or mud, but it smelled so bad.

She shrugged her nose gently.

Where did Hongling go? It seems that she is very tired. Could it be that she went to dig a well and pick up mud?

Thinking about this in a mess, Hongling called out "Red Medicine" again when she heard it. Seeing that she was not moving, she seemed to have let go, but she never turned the tent on her again.

After another breath, the footsteps rang again, but they were heading inside.

Hong Yao immediately opened her eyes wide and looked at the door of the inner room.

Strictly speaking, it cannot be regarded as a door, it is just a hanging flying cover. It is usually separated by a curtain. If the air is hot today, the curtain will be picked up high.
Chapter completed!