Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 57 A new look, what's the matter?
In the dim candlelight, the man turned his back to her, dipped the handkerchief in the water with porcelain-white jade hands, picked it up and wrung it dry, and handed it to her, "Treat the injury on the front shoulder first, and call me when it's done."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and opened the bamboo curtain, and entered the room.

Su Rao withdrew her gaze, and silently took off the clothes on her shoulders.

At this time, the blood and the flesh were already stuck together. To separate the two would be tantamount to tearing off the flesh. Her phoenix eyes were closed tightly, and the sweat on her slender neck was densely covered. As the bloody clothes were torn off, the sweat and blood Mixed together, the pain quickly spread to the limbs and bones like electric discharge...

It made her scalp tense and her whole body tremble!
She clenched her teeth tightly without making a sound, and began to clean up the blood near the wound while pinching the veil.

After sprinkling the wound medicine, Su Rao clenched the clothes on her chest with one hand, slightly turned her back to the room, "My lord, I'm healed."

The voice fell.

Someone came out from behind the curtain, the rolling curtain swayed, and the tassels struck together to make a small sound. The person walked lightly, with a unique rhythm and law, and every step seemed to step on the tip of her heart, making her heart ache. Tighten slightly, and the whole person becomes tense unconsciously.

"Don't be afraid, I'll try to move as lightly as possible."

The wet and soft veil fell on her shoulders along with the sound, and almost instantly, her hair stood on end, and her body trembled violently!
Let alone her reaction, even Yan Yun was taken aback and froze on the spot.

After a while, he sighed softly, "If you knew this, you should cherish yourself."

That's what he said, but the movements of his hands were a little lighter. He thought it was caused by the pain of the wound, but in fact Su Rao knew that it was just her body not used to such intimate contact, caused by conditioned reflex Rejection.

She took a deep breath, trying to relax as much as possible.

It has to be said that the lonely man and the widow are in the same room, with half-exposed shoulders and disheveled clothes. It is difficult for people to feel relaxed in such an environment. In order to avoid embarrassment, Su Rao casually started a topic: "Young master, do you know what there is?" Martial arts can make one's hands as sharp as a blade, destroying gold and breaking jade?"

"Xuanmen's Catching Eagle Claw, Beidi's Broken Bone Hand, One Finger Shang, Yanmen's Lu Family Tuiyun Fist, these martial arts specialize in hands-on kung fu, and they can all do this."

After a short thought, Yan Yun gave the answer, "But..."

"But what?"

"If you want to ask about the wound on the shoulder, judging from the shape of the wound and the degree of tearing, it looks more like the work of a hand with a broken bone. There are rumors in the world that he was hunted down by his enemies in the early years and died without a whole body. Now it seems that most likely It's rumors that mislead people, it's just that I don't know how a generation of martial arts masters are willing to be driven by others..."

He rarely said a lot.

Su Rao kept this incident in her heart, for a while she forgot the injury on her shoulder, and when she came back to her senses, the wound had been treated properly.

The medicinal powder brought by Zhuyan was very effective, and the bleeding was quickly stopped after being sprinkled.

She put her clothes back together and said calmly, "I heard Song Daiyan call him 'Mr. Han'."

"Surname Han? That's right. The name of Han Sheng, the handicapped hand, has been powerful in martial arts for many years. I believe people still remember it."

Yan Yun threw the handkerchief into the basin, and said to her, "Go and change the bloody clothes on your body first."

"it is good."

After Su Rao got up and turned the screen, it was troublesome to change clothes with one hand, but Zhu Yan got a very gorgeous and complicated dress from somewhere, and she fiddled with it for a long time.

Yan Yun sat quietly at the table, listening to the low curse sound that came out from time to time while changing clothes, and pursed her thin lips, "Why is there another layer?" "It's broken, a strap is missing" "Damn"...

The woman's weak voice was accompanied by a bit of impatience.

This is a rare sight since they met. In the past, she either lowered her eyebrows and smiled, or remained calm and self-possessed, always wearing an invisible mask.

Only at this moment, it is real and dumbfounding.

"It's finally changed."

Su Rao walked out with the changed clothes.

Faintly lit candles illuminate the beauty, she is wearing a long blue dress with blue silk hanging over her shoulders, tulle slightly caged, and a jade chain around her waist, which is inlaid with fine pearls, making her waist look like a weak willow, Yingying grasped it.

The blue color is the most attractive, but wearing it on her body, it is like wearing the light of the lake, hazy and indescribably beautiful.

Astonishment flashed across Yan Yun's eyes, and it disappeared for a moment, and he ordered: "Bamboo Banquet, take these things out and dispose of them."

Zhuyan pushed the door open and entered, and took away the bloody clothes and other things as promised.

Then Su Rao opened the window again and let the night wind blow in to disperse the smell of blood. After a busy night, she had a chance to breathe. Su Rao asked belatedly, "By the way, where is this?"

"Golden House."

After Yan Yun finished answering, she met her gaze, took out two human skin masks out of nowhere, and said in a low voice, "Remember, from now on, I am the owner of this house. A native of Hanyang Prefecture, the family has been doing business for generations, this time I came to Shanglin County for a business, and I stopped by the Song family to congratulate him."

"The other one..."

Su Raochi questioned, "For me?"

"Yes, your identity is Hanyang Mansion's top oiran tea smoke, come here to play with me, as long as you remember each other's identities, the rest is not important."

"What about sex?"

"There are not many people who are familiar with tea and cigarettes here, so you can do whatever you want."

"What about the real Mr. Jin and the tea cigarettes?"

she asked again.

Yan Yun paused, and replied, "They're in a place outside the city, together with Mu Tianfeng and Qichi. I'll take you to see them when things are over here."

"You said to go to the Song family to congratulate, what kind of happy event?"

"A younger brother of Song Daiyan's family is newly married and wants to hold a banquet in the mansion."

Speaking of the sheriff, Su Rao suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Mu Tianfeng said that Song Daiyan still has an account book in his hand, which seems very important. If we take this opportunity to enter the Song family, we can look for it by the way!"

The identities of these two people are very suitable. After this night's accident, Song Daiyan will definitely strengthen the security of the mansion, and with a broken bone hand, it will be difficult to find out the things quietly.

If you want to hold a wedding banquet.

There are many people at the banquet, and there are always opportunities to strike.

"What did you plan to do in the Song Mansion?"

Judging from the current clues, the biggest convenience for pretending to be the son of the Jin family is to be able to enter the Song residence openly. Obviously, he has this in mind.

Yan Yun stared at her for a long while, then replied flatly, "It's the same as you think."

"You know the news?"

Su Rao was surprised.

"I don't know."

Yan Yun shook his head lightly, "According to Mu Tianfeng, what Song Daiyan earned from setting up a private mine seems to be related to Shengjing. This person is meticulous in his work, and I think he will leave some room for himself."

"last question."

Su Rao hesitated for a moment, then looked at Yan Yun tentatively, "What is the relationship between tea smoke and gold catkins...?"

(End of this chapter)