If it weren't for the pursuit of soldiers outside the courtyard, it would be nothing more than the beautiful scenery described by the romantic wanderer.
The sound of clothes breaking through the air echoed outside the courtyard wall. Lan Xiaohe didn't notice it, but Li Luo heard it clearly. The pursuers behind him were already close. Several groups of assassins passed by the courtyard, and a few people stopped for a moment.
After that, they searched elsewhere. However, this courtyard was obviously the place where the assassins were most suspicious. The scent they were tracking suddenly became blurry when they arrived here, seeming to be there or not, and they were nowhere to be found.
There was a soft click on the roof. Lan Xiaohe was startled and took a heavy breath. His heart suddenly rose to his throat. He blinked and looked at Li Luo in panic. But Li Luo seemed a little tired and leaned on
Close your eyes and rest at the corner of the bed.
Lan Xiaohe was furious. At this point, Li Luo was still so calm and unhurried. It seemed that these assassins were after someone else.
At this moment, a deep voice came from the roof: "Who are you, and why do you break into houses at night?"
"So it's the Mobei duo. Why are you two brothers hiding on the roof without sleeping?" Another hoarse voice asked coldly.
"Huh, your Majesty, why do you ask questions knowingly? You know who lives here. This is not the place you should come to. Get out of here."
"Hey, the famous Mobei heroes have become someone else's watchdog. It's ridiculous."
"Looking for death!" The person who spoke was full of evil in his words, showing that he was really angry.
"Don't be rude! Brother Liang, we know that this is the place where Miss Mo Qing lives. No offense. We have other important matters tonight. We don't mean to cause trouble for you two. But I have something to ask, and I hope you will spare no effort."
Give me some advice."
A person on the roof snorted coldly and said coldly: "What's the matter?"
"I wonder if Brother Liang can see a wounded person running away?"
"I didn't see it." He said flatly in a stiff voice.
When the roof fell silent, it seemed that even the boudoir could smell the murderous aura above his head. After a long time, the person who asked the question slowly replied: "In that case, let's not bother you anymore. It would be bad to disturb Miss Mo."
Okay, farewell."
"I won't send it."
Several blasts of sound pierced the air, and these assassins seemed to be quite wary of Mo Qing. Although they were a little suspicious, they did not show off, and just retreated.
After a while, someone jumped into the yard and called softly through the door: "Miss Lan, are you asleep?"
Lan Xiaohe glanced at Li Luo and wrinkled his beautiful nose, as if to say: You see, they don't dare to break in.
Li Luo also woke up at this time, slowly opened his eyes, bowed his head, and looked peaceful and calm.
Lan Xiaohe replied softly toward the door: "I was sleeping, but I was woken up again. Who is he?"
"I don't know much about this. He is dressed in black and has a mask. He is very skilled. He should be an assassin-killer."
"Ah, what do they want to do?" Lan Xiaohe exclaimed, pretending to be surprised.
The warrior outside the door smiled warmly and said: "Don't worry, Miss Lan, they are not coming for us. They seem to be looking for someone. By the way, Miss Lan, have you seen anything unusual?"
"No, my waitress went back to her room after sleeping. I didn't see anything unusual."
"That's good, Miss Lan. It's not peaceful in the city tonight. Please stay in the house and don't come out. If you need anything, just call my two brothers."
"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Brother Liang." Miss Lan responded softly.
"Is there only Miss Lan in the house?" Suddenly, another one of the Mobei heroes interrupted and asked.
Lan Xiaohe was slightly startled. If these two people broke in, it would be troublesome. Lan Xiaohe's thoughts changed and he replied harmoniously: "I'm the only one. Xiao Shang went to bed early. Brother Liang, please wait a moment."
Now, I'll light the candle, and you guys can come in and talk." After saying that, he walked down from the bed, groped for the flint on the table, lit the candle, and said hello, "Brother Liang, come in."
The person who spoke earlier scolded a few words, and said with a smile: "Miss Lan, please forgive me, my brother has offended Miss Lan, there is no reason to go to the girl's boudoir late at night." After saying that, he paused slightly, and shouted in a deep voice, "Brother, please forgive me.
They all retreated, these people are quite strong, so as not to create a gap."
"Yes, brother, I'll go right away."
"Well, Miss Lan, it's late at night, you should go to bed early." After saying this, without waiting for Lan Xiaohe to reply, the two people outside the door dispersed and quietly guarded this small courtyard.
Lan Xiaohe breathed a sigh of relief, with a slight sweat on his forehead, because he was betting that the Liang brothers would not dare to come in, otherwise Li Luo's whereabouts would be exposed.
Lan Xiaohe moved the candle to the bed, opened the curtain, looked at Li Luo, frowned, and whispered, "Let me bandage the young master's wound."
Li Luo and Yan Yi smiled and said: "It's okay, thank you very much for your help."
Lan Xiaohe seemed not to hear Li Luo's words. He sighed leisurely and took out a few handkerchiefs. There was water in the room. Lan Xiaohe wet the cloths. Not allowing Li Luo to refuse, he carefully wiped the wounds on Li Luo's arms and shoulders, and then
I didn't know where I found some golden sore medicine, wrapped it in a handkerchief and applied it to the wound.
"I don't have any good medicine for golden sores here, so I'll just use it first." Lan Xiaohe said softly.
He was very close to Lan Xiaohe, and the fragrance on his body was clearly discernible. It seemed to be more mellow than the ambergris. Li Luo couldn't help but feel a tingle in his heart. He felt a lazy and numb feeling in his heart, calling this moment a passing moment.
Slower, longer.
After finishing packing, Lan Xiaohe stared at Li Luo, his eyes soft, but there was something burning in Li Luo's eyes, which was particularly arousing.
"You still don't know what the young master's name is?" Lan Xiaohe asked softly, exhaling like a blue breath.
"I am Mr. Lee."
"Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Li." Lan Xiaohe didn't pay much attention to it, and seemed to feel that he was too close to Li Luo. His pretty face turned red again, and he stepped back a few feet to clean up the bloody cloth.
The assassin had left, and the night in Xiu Tong City seemed to have become quiet again. Lan Xiaohe was busy in the house, but he didn't know what to do, but he didn't dare to look back at Li Luo beside the bed.
The candlelight flickered, making the entire room drunk with teasing. Li Luo stared blankly at Lan Xiaohe, who was pretending to be busy, and asked harmoniously: "Young lady saved me tonight, except for this piece of ambergris, but I don't know
How to repay."
"No need, I saved you with no intention of asking the young master to repay me. It's just a small effort, it's nothing."
"To Miss Lan, it may be a piece of cake, but to me it's a matter of life and death. If Miss Lan is involved in this right and wrong, it will be even more difficult for me to feel at ease."
"Haha, the young master is serious. I just borrowed my young lady's name. If you want to thank me, young master, just thank my young lady."