The concubine is haunted, my lord, please pay attention

An'er trembled, being frightened by him, she shrank her neck: "Okay..."

Guo Yixue took Yun Qingmin's hand, and muttered softly: "Don't scare her..."

Yun Qingmin glanced at An'er coolly as if warning, then retracted her gaze, lowered her head and smiled at Guo Yixue: "En."

An'er forced a smile, turned around and walked ahead: "I, I'll take you to another place to see, some are performing stunts or something, very powerful..."

This time, she didn't introduce any more food. Anyone who is not smart knows that Yun Qingmin won't let Guo Yixue eat.

Guo Yixue touched Yun Qingmin's hand, complaining a little: "Look, how sad she is."

Yun Qingmin smiled, looked up at An'er's back, thoughtful.

**

Che Shuo closed the door and stood behind the door for a while, making sure that there were no unnecessary breathing sounds around the room, outside the room, or on the roof, then he raised his feet, walked to the table, and sat down.

He raised his left hand, and with his right hand, he took out a small package wrapped in rags, put it on the table, and opened it gently. The rags wrapped were the leftovers from dinner not long ago.

He took out the special silver miniature chopsticks wrapped in white cloth from his cuffs.

The slender white fingers of the right hand nimbly picked up a sour plum in the scrap cloth with the small chopsticks, and picked up the small cup on the table with the other hand, put it in it, and repeated this action several times, one by one. A little leftover from the crumble was served in small cups.

Then, he stood up and found a stack of silver needles and a small bottle of porcelain jar in the baggage he was carrying.

He sat down at the table again, took out one of the silver needles, and tried the sour plum, but the silver needle did not change.

Cheshuo's face was still calm, and he didn't even flap his eyelashes.

He took out other silver needles one by one, and tried all the leftovers separately, but none of the silver needles changed.

Carefully placing the silver needles on a roll of white cloth, he picked up the small porcelain jar, opened it, and slowly sprinkled fine white powder on the silver needles.

The silver needle gradually changed.

The sharp needles began to turn gray, and gradually, the color became darker and darker until it was completely black.

Cheshuo's face finally changed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a smile that was not a smile.

It was really guessed by him, the third prince is not a simple character, but he underestimated him.

He got up, rewrapped the leftovers in rags, put them in his sleeves, washed the silver miniature chopsticks with tea, wrapped them up, and put them in his sleeves again, and finally wrapped the blackened silver needles with a white cloth Wrapped and stretched over a burning candle until reduced to ashes.

After doing all the follow-up matters, he checked and made sure that there were no traces left, then walked to the window, opened the window, lit the firework stick that Yun Qingmin gave him not long ago, and pointed it at the dark sky.

"call out--"

Ordinary, those fireworks sticks played by children, the sound is fast and somewhat sharp, and it is almost impossible to notice if you don't pay attention. There are no sparks of gorgeous colors or anything, and they have no characteristics.

Che Shuo put away the rest of the stick, closed the window, took out the medical books in the bag, and read them intently by the flickering candlelight.

**

Wen Beiyao suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.

Yi Ran followed his gaze, it was pitch black and there was nothing.

"What's wrong?" She was curious about his reaction.

Wen Beiyao lowered his head, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Go back to the inn, you've been out for a long time."

It's been a while, but the street is still very busy, but...

Seeing that he seems to have something to do, let's come out next time.