startled autumn

Han Bi: "Take the things away."

Hearing this, Qing Yan lowered his head and got into the carriage, carrying a used cloth towel and hot water, and was about to leave.

Han Bi said again: "Take the clothes away, too."

Qing Yan lowered her eyebrows and said, "Young Master Han, I will wash your clothes for you along the way."

Han Bi: "I never wear blood-stained clothes for the second time."

After Qing Yan stepped back, Shen Zhiqiu asked softly, "Han Bi, are you injured?"

"That's your blood, I'm fine." Han Bi hid his bruised arm in his cuff as if nothing had happened. In fact, compared with Shen Zhiqiu's, his injury was nothing serious.

He didn't forget to remind Shen Zhiqiu, "Don't forget what you should call me in front of people."

Only then did Shen Zhiqiu remember that he should be Han Banbu now, and wondered, "Why is that so?"

Han Bi explained vaguely: "I have my own reasons."

Although Shen Zhiqiu was dull, he also knew that the wall has ears and it is not a good place to talk, so he didn't ask any more questions, but imitated the name of the people in the Han family in his memory, and called softly: "Master? Young master? Or is it the young master?" ?”

Han Bi felt something was wrong in his heart.

It was just at a critical juncture, even if Han Bi was called master by Shen Zhiqiu, he didn't think it was weird, but now he was in the narrow carriage, and when the two were alone, Shen Zhiqiu put on a serious face while being obedient. He was honored by the land, and there was a charming atmosphere out of thin air, which reminded Han Bi of the time when Shen Zhiqiu suddenly brought his face close to his eyes.

The man was dressed in red, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and he had a handsome appearance, probably because he had just woken up, his eyes were filled with wet mist, and his whole person looked defenseless and extremely soft; then, he leaned on Han Biji approached, and tapped the corners of his eyes with the tip of his nose, like a little beast that only acted on instinct, acting like a baby to its master dependently.

Han Bi only felt that the wound on his arm was burning hot.

Shen Zhiqiu: "Master..."

Han Bi: "..."

Seeing Han Bi's troubled expression, Shen Zhiqiu hurriedly asked, "No, isn't it right?"

Han Bi turned his eyes to the window, changed the subject and said, "You are not suitable for wearing red clothes."

Sure enough, Shen Zhiqiu was transferred away by him, nodded seriously and said: "This is the first time I wear it in my life."

Han Bi thought for a while, and then put all the blame on Shen Zhiqiu's clothes, it was because this person never wore bright clothes on weekdays, but now that he suddenly wore them like this, he was startled, even scared a lot. The inexplicable thought troubled him very much. In short, it was all because Shen Zhiqiu didn't wear the right clothes.

After he figured this out, he suddenly became enlightened, turned around and smiled at Shen Zhiqiu: "I don't wear it often either."

Shen Zhiqiu said sincerely: "You look good now."

Han Bi: "...Is it just now?" After saying this, he felt that there was something wrong with his brain, but once the words were spoken, they could not be taken back.

Shen Zhiqiu: "Huh?"

Han Bi watched him quietly.

Shen Zhiqiu thought for a while, and still replied: "You were blushing before, and I thought it looked good too."

Han Bi asked in surprise, "When did I blush?"

Shen Zhiqiu: "You asked me where there was blood on my face, but no matter what I said, you couldn't find it, and then I..."

Han Bi: "Shut up."

Shen Zhiqiu obediently closed his mouth.

Han Biyu said earnestly: "Do you know that you can't just say that others are good-looking? You should save these words for your sweetheart."

Shen Zhiqiu was taught another lesson, but this time he didn't stay silent, he just said: "But you are not someone else."

Han Bi suddenly felt hot and stuffy in the carriage.

Shen Zhiqiu continued: "You are my friend."

A gust of wind came from the side of the car, blowing Han Bi's whole body completely cold.

Shen Zhiqiu didn't notice any difference, and continued to speak softly: "You said last time that my sweetheart is Shiwu, but I haven't seen him for ten years, and I don't know where to find him to say these things." What's more Now, if he could see Shiwu again now, with so many grievances and hatreds lying in front of him, apart from drawing swords to face each other, he probably wouldn't have the heart to think about whether he looks good.

Han Bi said lightly: "If you are destined, you will meet each other."

Shen Zhiqiu: "I hope so." After all, the Fengqiu sword is still in that person's hands, and he will take it back no matter what.

The two were silent for a long time.

Qing Yan stood outside the car door again, unaware of the change in the atmosphere inside, just smiled and said: "Your Highness has orders, it's time to go." After a pause, she took out a small jade bottle from her sleeve, "By the way, this is my The Holy Medicine is called Xuelu Pill, it has the effect of strengthening the body, purifying the mind and calming the mind, this is specially given by the leader, please accept it, Mr. Han."

Han Bi smiled and said, "Snow Lu Dan?"

Qing Ling: "This medicine needs to be taken every seven days, and then I will serve Mr. Han to take the medicine."

Han Bi: "What if I refuse to take the medicine after seven days?"

The end of Qingyan's eyes slightly curved, and said slyly: "Mr. Han is pampered and pampered, so he will definitely not be able to bear the pain. How can he not take the medicine then?"

She spoke so clearly that Shen Zhiqiu naturally understood. Xuelu Pill is clearly a chronic poison, and he needs to take an antidote every seven days for relief, otherwise he will suffer unbearably. If Han Bi takes this medicine, he will have to Since then, I have been held hostage by them and cannot be free.

Shen Zhiqiu raised his long eyebrows, looked at Qing Yao fiercely, and said, "He doesn't know how to take this medicine."

Qing Huan had never seen Shen Zhiqiu holding a sword, thought he was just Han Bi's entourage, so naturally he was not afraid of him, and said with a smile, "Is it your turn to speak here?"

"Come to fight..."

As soon as Shen Zhiqiu's hand grasped the Shadow Stepping Sword, Han Bi pressed it down.

Han Bi looked at Shen Zhiqiu angrily, and asked, "Now that your wings are hardened, you still dare to make decisions for me?"

Shen Zhiqiu didn't know that Han Bi was acting, so he didn't keep up with his rhythm for a while, and was instantly stunned by him: "Huh?"

Han Bi: "What are you doing in a daze, quickly put down the sword, and apologize to Miss Qinglong."

Shen Zhiqiu pursed his lips, first obeyed Han Bi's orders, and then bowed his head to Qing Yao: "I was impulsive."

Qing Huan snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "With your current state, you must not be able to beat me." Then she turned to Han Bi, and handed the Snow Heron Pill in his hand, "Young Master Han, please use it."

Han Bi took the jade bottle, opened it and poured a small light brown pill into the palm of his hand.

"Only one?"

Qing Huan: "My lord knows that Mr. Han is very smart and cunning. If you want to escape, you may not be able to keep you. The only way to do this is to deliver medicine every seven days. I hope Mr. Han can be with me." spend more time together."

Han Bi smiled and said, "With a beauty by my side, why should I bother to escape?"

After that, he twirled the pill, but it didn't look like he wanted to take it.

He looked at Shen Zhiqiu again, "But this medicine is pretty good, isn't it?"

Shen Zhiqiu asked Qing Huan, "Can I eat it?"

Qing Yao gave him a sideways look: "I only prepared Mr. Han's, not yours."

Shen Zhiqiu: "I mean, can I eat for him?"

Qing Ling: "This medicine is prepared for him, if you take it for him, won't it be useless?"

Shen Zhiqiu said stubbornly: "If you eat it, it will hurt, but at least I'm not afraid of pain."

Qing Huan smiled and said, "You treat Mr. Han with deep affection and righteousness."

Shen Zhiqiu: "He is my...master, I naturally put him first in everything."

Han Bi knew that Shen Zhiqiu must have swallowed the word "friend" abruptly. His acting skills were too bad, so it was not easy. If he continued to act, it would be unavoidable. He thought for a moment, and then put the medicine into his mouth.

Shen Zhiqiu: "!"

Han Bi swallowed the medicine.

Shen Zhiqiu patted him on the back quickly, angrily said: "Spit it out!"

Han Bi said casually: "...If I really spit it out, would you dare to eat it?"

Shen Zhiqiu nodded heavily, his eyes were serious: "You spit it out, I'll eat it."

"..." Han Bi supported his chin with one hand, and stroked his head with the other, "Good boy, next time."

Qing Yan watched the two of them play, and suddenly felt that she was very redundant. Fortunately, the task had been completed, so she turned towards Han Bifu and said with a smile, "Young Master Han, rest well in the car, we are leaving now."

After finishing speaking, Qing Yao went to the first carriage to report to Bai Yan.

After a while, the carriage drove slowly, and it was Qing Ling who was driving for Han Bi and the others.

Inside the carriage, Shen Zhiqiu still glared at Han Bi angrily.

The car door was closed, and the window was only opened a small crack. Han Bi made a silent gesture to Shen Zhiqiu, and then gently rolled up his sleeves. Shen Zhiqiu watched in amazement as Han Bi took out the took a small pill.

It was Snow Heron Dan.

Just now, when Han Bi was twisting the pill, he both winked at Shen Zhiqiu and gave Shen Zhiqiu the handle, implying that he was talking to Qing Cang, first to divert the other party's attention, and then, although Han Bi put the medicine into his lips, But he didn't enter the mouth, but spit the Snow Heron Pill into the palm of his hand in the next second, and slid it down the open cuff. Qing Yan was so focused on talking to Shen Zhiqiu that he didn't even notice his movements for a moment, and was just like that. Lied to the past.

Han Bi praised Shen Zhiqiu in a very soft voice: "You just talked to Qing Yao, and you did a good job."

Shen Zhiqiu didn't know what he was praising himself for, but he just looked at the wound on his exposed arm, feeling guilty: "No wonder you kept having a weird expression just now, the wound must be hurting."

Han Bi: "...I didn't have a strange expression."

Shen Zhiqiu didn't even understand his eyes, but Han Bi thought about it carefully and got used to it. Anyway, the ending is good, so he can't care too much about it.

"Why didn't you apply medicine?" Shen Zhiqiu frowned and stared at his wound, fortunately it was not deep, "I asked you just now if you were injured, why did you say no?"

Han Bi is very good at catching words: "I clearly said 'I'm fine'."

Shen Zhiqiu was not good at refuting, so he was at a loss for words when he said this, so he had no choice but to condemn him with his eyes.

Han Bi held the Snow Heron Pill in front of his eyes again, changed the subject and said, "Look at this."

Sure enough, Shen Zhiqiu fell into the trap again, and asked softly, "How could this be?"

Han Bi smiled and said, "Do you still remember what you said? Now you can keep your promise."

Shen Zhiqiu recalled what happened just now, he seemed to have said...

You spit it out, I eat it.

The Snow Heron Pill was lying quietly in Han Bi's palm, while Han Bi was looking at him with a smile, with the corners of his mouth raised leisurely, his eyes full of mischief.

Shen Zhiqiu picked up the pill, said: "I promise you, I will definitely do it." Saying that, he was about to put the medicine in his mouth.

Han Bi couldn't help laughing, and didn't forget to hold his wrist, "I'm teasing you."

Shen Zhiqiu still wanted to talk, but Han Bi shook his head at him, then pointed to the door of the car, which meant that Qinglong was driving outside, so don't talk too much.

Therefore, Shen Zhiqiu could only watch obediently as Han Bi retracted the Xuelu Pill into his cuffs.

After a while, he asked again: "What should we do next?"

Hearing his question, Han Bi had no choice but to restrain his smile, and said calmly: "Since the Fuluan Sect has chosen to use this tricky way to catch me, if it's not really trying to force me to take refuge, it's just trying to use me For some money, in short, no matter which one, there is room for discussion, but..."

Shen Zhiqiu: "Just what?"

Han Bi pondered, "It's just that it's been a long time since I fell into the trap."

Shen Zhiqiu: "?"

Han Bi rubbed the center of his brows, and the moment he opened his eyes again, everything became clear.

"Even though the mechanism of the wooden building is exquisitely designed, it has already been trampled by you after all. In this case, the longer time passes, the easier it is for people to discover the clues, but Bai Yan is not in a hurry, not only free to talk to us Take turns to fight, there is still time for us to clean up the wound.

"There are only two reasons why he is so leisurely, one is that he still needs to sit here and wait for news; the other is that something happened to the competition, and the people inside have no time to take care of themselves, let alone think that I am missing.

"Now it seems that these two reasons should be established at the same time."

The Fuluan Cult spent so much trouble, if it was just to catch a Han Bi, it would be too much trouble, but if they still plan to make trouble in the competition, it can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

Hearing his analysis, Shen Zhiqiu couldn't help but feel worried for everyone in Mo Yi.