Crossing the bar on the tyrant: the only favorite

Chapter 291
The man's voice was very low, but his tone was very strange, as if reminding him of something.

Qiu Yishui turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

The man winked at her, glanced under the teacup, and said, "Young master, this tea is brewed from the best tea picked from the top of the mountain by the shop. Please taste it carefully, young master."

Glancing under the teacup again, he took the empty tray and left.

When the man brought the tea, several guards watched him vigilantly. They didn't relax a little until he left and everything was normal.

Qiu Yishui was thinking about what the buddy said, holding the teacup with his left hand, his sleeve just blocked the guards' sight, and groping under the teacup with his right hand.

Her finger touched something like a note. There was indeed an article under the teacup. Someone wanted to send her a message.

Who is the one?She didn't know this guy at all.

Never mind, you'll know if you read it.

Grip the note between your fingers and hold it in your palm.He pretended to pick up the tea, took a sip, and praised: "Good tea."

His gaze drifted past the buddy seemingly inadvertently.

The clerk kept his head buried, pretending to be arranging the tea sets, but he kept staring at Qiu Yishui from the corner of his eyes.Seeing that she picked up the teacup, but there was no note underneath, she relaxed and went to serve tea for other tea guests as if nothing had happened.

Qiu Yishui put down her teacup, turned her back, seemed to be looking at the scenery, and just blocked the guards' sight behind her.

Lightly stretching his right palm, he secretly unfolded the note.

A sentence was written on the note: "Get to Motianya quickly, it is related to detoxification. Zetian."

It turned out that Zetian also followed.Probably because he wanted to have a private meeting with her while Cang Mo was not by her side.

Originally, Qiu Yishui didn't want to see Zetian again, but when he saw that he mentioned detoxification, he thought, maybe he found the antidote, so he had to go.

Secretly tore the paper strips into pieces, little by little, until they could no longer be put back together, and then threw them under the railing one by one.

The wind in the mountains was strong, and the wind swept away the debris mercilessly, blowing all over the mountains and plains.

(End of this chapter)