withered prosperity

Holding the drunken Yan Hai in his arms, Yun Ji left Shaohuafang and walked back in the direction of Prince Cheng's Mansion.

It was late at night, the shops on both sides were closed, and there were not many pedestrians on the road.

"Brother Li, look at the brothers who are drunk, they all pick them up and walk away, why don't you even carry me on your back!" Someone saw the two of them, and immediately made a voice of injustice.

"That's because you're too fat, and you're hugging your own wife! You're a drunkard, you're old and blind!"

"You are the drunk!"

The two drunks passed away laughing and joking.

Yun Ji glanced down at Yan Hai's flushed cheeks, regretting that he didn't bring a piece of clothing to put on him.

The wind at night is still a little cold... If he is sick, I don't know how much trouble it will cause.

Why is your face so red? Could it be that you have a fever?

He hugged Yan Hai upright like a child, wanting to free up a hand to test the temperature of his forehead.

Just after adjusting the position, Yan Hai naturally stretched out his arms to wrap around his neck, bent down and pressed his cheek against the side of his neck.

Yun Ji's breathing stopped for a moment.

It's too close like this... Not only is it hot against his cheeks, but the hot breath from those exhaled goes straight into his neck, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Yun Ji turned his head halfway, trying to pull him away, but saw two or three small crescent-shaped wounds on his lips,

A moment ago, what happened in the darkness suddenly flooded into his mind.

In that small place, it was filled with the scent of wine and flowers, as well as a faint smell emanating from this person.

It's not pear blossom, but it seems to be another kind of floral fragrance, very clear and light, lingering endlessly.

I don't feel it on weekdays, but if I get very close, like now, I can vaguely smell that fragrance.

Thinking of this, Yun Ji couldn't help but get closer and took a deep breath.

This is the taste, not my illusion...

Yun Ji shook his head, feeling that something was wrong with him.

Perhaps it was the one after another that happened tonight that made him restless, or maybe it was the old wine from 30 years ago that made him a little bit drunk.

What's more, Yan Hai's eyes, words, actions...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look sideways.

Yan Hai slept deeply.

Today, he competed with the Yin brothers on the White Deer Terrace, walked a long way, and drank very thick wine, so he must be tired.

Yun Ji's heart, which had been tinged with irritability, suddenly calmed down.

There's really nothing to worry about, he thought.

I will definitely know who this person is, where he is from, what past I don't know about, etc., I will know everything!

Anyway, he is in my palm!can't go anywhere...

Under the mask, Yun Ji smiled.

There was a pear flower in Yan Hai's hair, so he reached out and took it off, smoothing out his messy hair.

Without the cover of those hairs, Yan Hai's slender neck was exposed, and the marks on the neck became darker, and I don't know if it will turn into bruises tomorrow.

Yun Ji's face was a little hot, but he took a closer look and confirmed that the wound was not serious.

But when his eyes moved to the place near Yan Hai's lips, he couldn't help but let out a "huh".

The skin next to the wound seems a little strange, how does it feel...

He was about to take a closer look, when suddenly he felt a warning sign, and he took a step to the left with Yan Hai in his arms.

A cold light almost flew over his body, and completely sank into the big tree beside the road with a "duh".

Following the failure of this sneak attack, several figures in black appeared on the surrounding walls and eaves.

The street was empty, not only was he unarmed, but he was holding a large living person in his arms at the moment, his body was full of flaws, standing there was a huge target.

Dozens of barbed terriers whizzed towards them, their color was dull, and it looked like they had been poisoned.

The target was Yan Hai in his arms.

Yun Ji closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, people within a radius of tens of feet could feel the temperature drop suddenly.Those barbed thorns were three feet away from him, and they suddenly fell to the ground as if they had hit some invisible barrier.

The moonlight suddenly disappeared into the clouds...

Han'er has been serving Prince Cheng since she was a child, and has always been highly valued because of her cleverness and well-behaved. This time she was arranged to take care of important guests, and she was also very energetic.

Today, the lord and the guests went to the palace for a banquet. The lord had already returned to the mansion after nightfall, but the two guests didn't come back. She didn't dare to slack off a bit, and sat there to watch.

In the middle of the night, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Han'er was startled, and hurriedly stood up.

That Mr. Xiao stood in front of the door, holding a person in his arms, and it was Mr. Yan who was dressed.

"Sir." Han'er rushed forward, smelling the smell of alcohol at the same time, and asked obediently: "Mr. Yan has drunk too much, do you want to prepare hot water and hangover soup?"

"Hot water is enough." Mr. Xiao's voice was hoarse, but he hugged Mr. Yan, who seemed to be drunk, into his arms, and walked upstairs.

But the sharp-eyed Han'er saw the red marks on Mr. Yan's neck with a glance...

After Mr. Dai Xiao went upstairs with Mr. Yan in his arms, she called another maid to fetch hot water in the kitchen, while she went to Prince Cheng's yard.

The servant guarding the gate in Prince Cheng's courtyard saw her and immediately let her in.

The prince's room was lit, and there were faint voices. She was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect someone else to be here at such a late hour.

"Han'er is here, I have something to report to the prince." She heard the servant communicate with the prince.

The prince sent her to go in, and she lowered her head and entered the house.

The prince was wearing a coat and sitting on a chair, apparently just got up from the bed, and there was a person kneeling in front of him.

Han'er knew this person, he was the prince's old department for many years, and now he was working in Gyeonggi Guard.

"How many people died?" The prince was asking the man, "When did it happen?"

"A total of nine people, half an hour ago, on Sitong Street." The man replied. "The subordinates took a rough look, and they all sealed their throats with a sword."

"Where's the corpse?"

"It has been sent to the prison department."

The prince waved his hand, and the man backed out, and the prince's eyes turned to her.

"My lord, Mr. Xiao and Mr. Yan have returned." She stepped forward and saluted the lord. "Mr. Yan seems to be drunk, he was carried back by Mr. Xiao."

The prince asked a few details, and was stunned for a moment when she said that Mr. Yan had marks on his neck.

Although she spoke tactfully, the prince must have understood.

"You..." The prince was about to tell her something, but there was a noise in the inner room.

"My lord." The voice was a little lazy, but it was indescribably sweet: "Why haven't you finished?"

Han'er immediately lowered her head.

"Come here." The prince's voice softened a lot, and he turned to her and said, "Go back! Come and report if you have anything to do."

When Han'er stepped back, he saw the prince opened the curtain leading to the inner room, and the aroma of Ruiborneo mixed with another smell wafted over.

Her cheeks flushed immediately, and she hurriedly backed out.

Yun Ji put hot water on the table, then untied the mask and threw it aside.

He twisted the hot handkerchief and walked to the side of the bed.

Yan Hai, who had taken off his coat and let his hair loose, was lying on the bed, his face flushed and he was sleeping soundly.

At this time, he looked quite cute, but...

Yun Ji's eyes became darker, he sat on the side of the bed, and gently wiped the wound on Yan Hai's neck with a handkerchief.

The wound was quite deep, and Yan Hai also felt uncomfortable in his sleep, grunted dissatisfiedly, and frowned.

Yun Ji firmly and gently stopped his dodge, then took out a delicate silver box from his waist, picked some powder from it with his fingernails, and sprinkled it on Yan Hai's wound.

A thin layer of blood scab immediately formed on the surface of the wound, and Yan Hai also relaxed his brows, showing a relaxed expression.

Then Yun Ji wiped his hands for him, and then covered him with the quilt.

Yan Hai's breathing gradually became heavier, and soon he fell into a deeper sleep.

After dawn, it is the quietest moment.

Yun Ji sat on Yan Hai's bedside, his eyes fell on Yan Hai's lips for a long time.

He was looking at the wound on the corner of Yan Hai's lip, and the very, very tiny crack beside the wound.

He just looked at it, didn't touch it, and didn't even have such a thought.

His expression was dignified, as if behind the crack, there was an abyss hidden...

This evening, two major events occurred in Shangjing.

One is that several people died on Sitong Street, like a vendetta, but the strange thing is that the nearby merchants did not hear the slightest sound of fighting.

The second is that the murderer who disappeared recently reappeared. This time, the one who died was not a girl from an ordinary family, but Bai Lele, the unmarried wife of Tianhe County King Murongji, the daughter of the Jiangdong Bai family.