Zhao Yin heard her complaining like a cannon, and the curve of the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but she didn't say anything. When she finally stopped, her eyes were staring at her coldly, he raised his hand and stroked her hair.

"It's over."

"No." Shi Yong said: "If the Marquis still wants to hear it, I can say another ten thousand words."

“…”

Zhao Yin didn't say anything, but Shi Yong really saw a smile on his face.

This guy usually looks like a pedantic old antique, with a straight look and expressionless face, and rarely sees such a smile.

Shi Yong raised his eyebrows, "It turns out that the Marquis likes to be scolded? It seems that what I said to my mother that day was not wrong. The Marquis is just... masochist."

Zhao Yin said: "If you scold ten thousand words more, Ashi can relieve his annoyance a little, that's fine."

Hum? What does it mean?

Shi Yong was stunned. Looking at Zhao Yin's face, he suddenly thought that Baima Fuzhou, who intercepted her in the middle of the road last night, had an inexplicable quarrel with her. His heart suddenly felt warm. Compared to Baima Fuzhou, the bastard who only bullies women, Zhao Yin was really gentle and considerate.

"So the Marquis is trying to make me happy? I'll say it earlier."

Zhao Yin was silent for a moment, sighed, and squeezed her face hard, looking in a tone of regret, "You. You are right, you are right, why do you need me to coax it? You are standing sideways."

I said I wouldn't coax it, but I'd rather coax it? Anyway, I'd coax it.

Shi Yong snorted, "I am reasonable and talented. I am not like the Marquis, who hides the beauty behind my back."

Is this impossible to overcome?

Zhao Yin looked at her with complicated eyes, "I don't know that Princess Chengge will come."

This is also an explanation. Shi Yong was not tempted and pursed his lips, "Okay, I believe you. Then tell me, what's wrong with you and Zhebu?"

What a tricky woman.

Therefore, a suspicion array was set up.

Knowing that he and Cheng Ge had nothing to do, he had to criticize him for this matter and cover up her intention to save Chu Daozi. At this moment, the topic changed and wanted to come to find out his words.

Isn't this going to be sure of him, so what?

Zhao Yin glanced at her and said with a cold look: "As you can see, I took Zhebu to the gacha in advance without hiding it from everyone, just for the sake of tonight. However, I invited Zhebu not to guard against Chu Daozi."

Shi Yong narrowed his eyes, looked at him for a moment, and said thoughtfully: "Is this to stop the white horse from supporting the boat? No wonder Zhebu said that you are as expected."

If there is no Prince Zhebu, then no one can restrain the white horses and boats in this post station. If Zhao Yin wants to avoid conflict and not offend Baoyin, then using Zhebu to resolve this matter is the best way.

Shi Yong narrowed his eyes and said, "It's true that he's cunning. But how can Zhebu be so easy to use? What exchange conditions do you have to pay? Is it up to you?"

Zhao Yin glanced at her and did not answer the question. Instead, he gently held her into her arms, stroked her back twice, and his voice became quiet.

"It's like God's exaggeration, but it's appropriate to be accurate."

Shi Yong curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "You can keep it accurate, and you can keep it well if you keep it from me."

Zhao Yin narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You must report to the eldest princess about Chu Daozi, and she will decide."

Shi Yong was originally in his arms, enjoying the warmth of a man. He suddenly looked up when he heard this, and saw a flash of chill in his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but feel numb.

How much does this man know? Why don’t he take the initiative to fold it?

Should she speak, or did he not know at all?

The most terrifying thing is, if he knew, how much would the eldest princess know?

Shi Yong's expression was solemn, no longer laughing at him, he became serious, and said half-truely: "Do you really want to do this? The eldest princess hates Batu so much... Now that Zhebu is here, Batu is saved, she can't find a place to vent her resentment. What if she kills my master...?"

Zhao Yin pondered, "That's his life."

Shi Yong's eyelids drooped slightly and he glanced at him lightly, "I can also go and ask my aunt."

Zhao Yin looked at her with a calm expression, "That is also his life."

"I understand." Shi Yong hesitated for a moment, broke free from his arms, stroked his hair, and went to his clothes. "In order not to provoke the eldest princess' suspicion, the Marquis intends to stay out of trouble and protect himself. But if this is true, why should you try your best to save Batu today?"

"For you." Zhao Yin said calmly, "If it's not the case, he is still your biological father. You can't watch him die."

Shi Yong felt a little uncomfortable.

In fact, she has a very complicated mood for Batu.

It is not as sad as they think, nor as calm as they think.

Staring at Zhao Yin's eyes, she smiled slowly, "Don't the Marquis know that he is alive and he is alive, I don't care?"

She was smiling, but her eyes were particularly cold.

Zhao Yin didn't say anything, and directly held her equally cold little hand tightly, his voice calm and gentle, "Believe me. I can see your thoughts."

Shi Yong felt irritated, "You can save Batu for me, why not save Chu Daozi for me?"

Zhao Yin's eyes flashed slightly, "It's different."

What's the difference?

Shi Yong felt that this man was simply pedantic.

If Batu is her biological father, isn’t it the same for master? Isn’t this the thought of the ancients as a teacher for one day and a father for life?

"Mr. Marquis, are you hiding something from me?"

Shi Yong pulled his sleeve and wanted to repeat the same trick. However, Zhao Yin didn't put on the trap again, pulled her hand away, and said, "Are you going to talk to Chu Daozi? Go quickly, it's even later."

Shi Yong felt so angry that his teeth were itchy.

This man was a donkey, a stuffy donkey. As long as he didn't want to say, he couldn't get it no matter what he wanted to do.

"Okay, chase me away, right?"

After Shi Yong finished speaking, he saw that Zhao Yin had no intention of trying to keep him, so he gritted his teeth and hammered him.

"Zhao Dalu, wait for me. If I pay attention to you again, I will be a dog."

After she said fiercely, she opened the door and rushed out. Dahei, who was lying outside the threshold, heard the movement and sat up straight and looked at her. His tail shook again and again, as if he was looking at his kind.

...

Before Shi Yong walked into the room, he heard Chu Daozi's cough coming out. One after another, as if his lungs were about to cough out. He had injuries on his body and had not yet healed. Tonight, he got another rain and fought with others. It was obvious that his injuries were even worse.

He coughed, and Shi Yong's heart thrust.

An indescribable boredom rose again, and accompanied her into the house, and the depression on her face had not yet dissipated.

There is no one else in the room, there is a lonely lamp, and the furnishings are simple.

Batu on the bed was still unconscious, but the bedding on the bed had been changed.

When Chu Daozi heard the footsteps, he slowly turned his head and cleared his hoarse voice.

"It's late at night. You should go back and rest and come and interrogate me tomorrow."

Shi Yong didn't speak and slowly approached, "It seems that Master knows why I came here. Do you have anything to ask you?"

Chu Daozi smiled helplessly, "I don't know. But as long as you ask, I will answer honestly."

Shi Yong took a wooden bench without hesitation, sat opposite him, put his hands on his knees, and sat upright.

"My master is so injured, he has to try his best to rescue Batu, and even lose his life for him. I dare to ask, what is this for?"

Chu Daozi lowered his eyes and did not look at her.

"He saves my life on the banks of Ergu River, and you are here."

"Save life, that's it?"

Shi Yong's voice was smiling, but the question in his tone could be distinguished even if Chu Daozi didn't look at her expression.

Chu Daozi said softly: "Yes. That's it."

A drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water.

This is right, but Shi Yong curled up the corners of his lips obliquely, and his eyes slowly fell onto his waist from his black robe that he had covered his face all year round, as if he had never changed his washing.

"The injury on the master's body was stabbed by himself."

Chu Daozi was shocked and looked up suddenly.

Shi Yongzheng stared at him without blinking. Chu Daozi suddenly bumped into his clear eyes and felt embarrassed. He was caught by someone to do something bad, and no matter how he could cover it up, his emotions would be revealed.

Seeing that he was like this, Shi Yong was even more confident in his guess.

"That night, there were no assassins in Gongkang's villa. The drama was all directed and acted by Master. The purpose was to attract us to Yinshan. I guess the half of the robe you pulled off from the assassin was from Batu, right?"

Chu Daozi said nothing, his black robe covered his face and his expression.

Shi Yong looked at him expressionlessly, motionless.

"You're sure I'll ask Dahei to find someone. So, at that time, you had the idea of ​​rescuing Batu. Is it right? I'm afraid we won't get into a trap, so you made up a lie that the assassin might have a twin drum."

When Chu Daozi answered, Shi Yong paused and analyzed it himself.

"I actually had a few doubts before. First, what is the purpose of the assassin coming alone with the twin drum on the eve of our departure? Second, the guards of Gongkang Villa are so strict, how did the assassin escape the eyes of so many guards, kill the master, and escape unscathed? No one was found in the whole city. Could it be that he would not be able to fly? Third, he asked you to recognize the corpse that night, and you said without hesitation that the deceased was not an assassin. I was a little puzzled at the time. Now when I think about it, it's completely understandable."

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To be continued...