Eunuchs are not easy

"Has he not been found yet?" An Huajin stood under the candlelight, with a long shadow behind him.

"If you go back to the manager, not yet." Kneeling below is the leader Lin Yan who came to rescue the two at the time. He was standing upright, his face was pale, his head was hanging down, and he replied in a deep voice.

An Huajin was silent for a moment when he got the answer, then turned around leisurely, frowning, thinking about something.

When the candles on the candlestick were burned out and there was only a filament left, and the shadow under his feet became lighter and lighter, he opened his mouth, "How is Kyoto now?"

"It hasn't moved yet, and it seems that the news of His Majesty's death has not yet spread." Lin Yan replied.

An Huajin nodded, "Has there been any news from your brother?"

Lin Yan paused, then shook his head, "Lin Yan hasn't contacted his subordinates yet."

"Yeah." An Huajin glanced at him lightly, indicating that he knew.

He knocked on the edge of the table with his fingertips a few times, "Send the order to cover the mouths of the courtiers and servants inside and outside Zoucheng who know about this matter, and don't leak any news. Whoever wants to leak the news of His Majesty, he will be punished." It is a serious crime to disturb the court and disrupt the court."

"Yes."

"Well, in addition, we will send people to search for His Majesty's whereabouts in private." An Huajin's eyes fell on Lin Yan's back, "You also pay attention to Lin Yan."

Seeing the other party look up, with obvious panic on his face, An Huajin frowned and explained patiently, "Your Lin family has been loyal and good for generations, and Lin Yan is an upright and courageous person."

He used force with his hands, and gradually increased his tone, "The whereabouts of both your majesty and your majesty are unknown now. How likely do you think they are together?"

"The best thing is to find His Majesty as soon as possible."

"This subordinate understands." Lin Yan immediately lowered his body and replied, his cowardly appearance made An Huajin frowned, "This manager will not do anything to your Lin family, and he looks like our family It’s like doing something rebellious.”

After the words fell, the other party looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water and didn't listen to it at all. An Huajin was angry, and thinking of the previous incident, he swung his long arm and directly hit the burning lamp at hand to Lin Yan. "I really don't know how Dongchang chose you trash."

Lin Yan was splashed by the remaining sparks, his body froze, and he secretly clenched his fists, and then let the spark oil burn the hem of his upper body, but he didn't move a bit, just like before.

An Huajin kneaded the faintly aching temple with his index finger. Seeing the silence of the man below him, the violent ups and downs of his chest gradually calmed down, "Get out."

"Your subordinate will leave." Lin Yanyan saluted, then bowed his head and retreated.

An Huajin was the only one left in the empty room, and the weak candlelight couldn't provide any lighting effect. Even if the moonlight outside was just right, it still couldn't penetrate the room.

Half of An Huajin's body was hidden in the darkness, his dark eyes glowed with light. He sat alone for a long time before getting up slightly and walking outside.

Pushing open the door, waved away the surrounding subordinates, and walked towards the backyard under the hazy moonlight.

Seeing the dimly lit candles in the room, he paused, gestured his finger to the mouth to signal the maidservant at the door to keep silent, kept his eyes on the door, and asked softly, "Are you asleep?"

"No, Mr. Fu is practicing calligraphy." The maidservant bowed and replied in a low voice.

"Practice calligraphy?" An Huajin raised his eyebrows in surprise, then pushed the door lightly and entered.

The room was very bright, Fu Huan was sitting at the desk, and a maid was quietly standing beside her grinding, and she was seriously writing and drawing on the rice paper with a brush.

If it weren't for the ink splashing from time to time and getting her hands on it, anyone who saw this scene would think her eyes had healed.

An Huajin winked at the maid who was about to salute, took what was in her hand, and approached Fu Huan in her place.

From top to bottom, you can only see Fu Huan's well-behaved hair, slightly curled eyelashes, and a delicate nose.

Compared with the past, Fu Huan in front of him now seemed to have removed the armor he had worn on his body in the past, exposing all his fragile sides softly.

Quiet and well-behaved...and only belong to me.

Fu Huan held the writing brush given to her by the maid in her right hand, pressed the paper underneath with her left hand, and wrote on it based on her own impression.

The doctor An Huajin recruited was quite tricky.

After taking the medicine for many days, in fact, she could already hear some small voices in her ears that were lightly soaked in the poison.

Coupled with the weakness of vision, the only remaining sense of hearing and smell becomes clearer.

So when An Huajin pushed the door and walked in, she knew that someone had come in, and with the faint familiarity in her nose, she knew that someone was by her side.

After waiting for a long time without feeling the other party's movement, Fu Huan's pen tip slightly drew a long line on the rice paper, and she seemed to unconsciously follow the force in her hand and slid to the table next to her.

Seeing more and more chaos, An Huajin quickly raised his hand to stop her movement.

Fu Huansun let go of his palms submissively, and then leaned his arms on An Huajin's body, letting the other party wipe his fingers with a brocade handkerchief.

"Huanhuan." After an unknown amount of time, she felt her arms tighten, and then vaguely heard a long sigh.

It's like the illusion of my own deafness.

She tilted her head and moved her profile towards the direction of the voice.

"Is it Ah Ci?"

An Huajin saw Fu Huan slowly resting his head on his neck, and lifted his lips, "Yes."

"Sure enough, I only have you."

He looked blank and said to himself: "Why don't they believe me!"

"I'm not that bad."

"Why are you forcing me!"

"It's still best to only have Huanhuan."

"Although you hated me back then, you never thought of giving up on me. Why are they so bad?"

"I seem to have only you."

Fu Huan: ...

Should I hear it, or should I not hear it.

He rubbed against the top of his head, tightened his arms around his waist, patted An Huajin's back lightly, and wanted to say something.

He didn't know how to comfort him, thinking of what he was busy with before, he immediately let go of him and turned to fumble on the desk.

"What are you looking for?" An Huajin asked suspiciously.

Fu Huan blinked twice in a daze, then paused, stretched out his hand to make a square shape, spread out one hand, and used the fingers of the other hand to write and draw on it.

Then he paused, preparing to give An Huajin time to think.

But remembering that I can speak, "Find a pen and rice paper."

An Huajin understood it, but seeing Fu Huan's brows frowning and muttering in a low voice, he found it interesting, so he deliberately brought over the pastry plate on the table, picked one up and put it in her hand.

"Are you hungry?"

Fu Huan felt the soft and waxy touch on his hand, and was stunned for a moment, then pinched it with his spare hand, and opened his mouth to An Huajin speechlessly, not knowing what to say to him.

He groped to put it on the table, then turned his head and continued to look for the things he wanted to use.

I don't know what's going on with Xiao Niang, even though I can hear the voice now, I still can't help but sigh because of the obstacles my blindness has brought to my life.

"Huanhuan, Huanhuan... what are you looking for?" An Huajin raised his eyebrows, followed her movements playfully, moved his head closer, and hit Fu Huan's neck with his breath.

Fu Huan turned his head to avoid it, and unexpectedly stretched out a hand to pat the heat source.

It directly pressed An Huajin's face, both of them were taken aback.Fu Huan moved her finger, slid towards his face, pinched him hard, and pushed him away.

In just a short while, she reached for the pen with her other hand, picked it up with the other hand, lay down on the desk and pulled the rice paper over, tapped the pen tip, wrote a few large characters, and pulled it towards An Huajin.

An Huajin took the rice paper with a smile and took a look. The smile on his face froze for a moment, and then he squeezed in front of Fu Huan in an instant, and leaned close to her ear, "So Huanhuan can hear me?"

"Am I not acting like I can hear?"

"I thought Huanhuan and I had a good understanding." An Huajin rested his chin on Fu Huan's thin shoulder and narrowed his eyes.

Fu Huan sighed unmoved, "How is your majesty's business?"

"I haven't found it yet." An Huajin opened his mouth lazily, and seemed to yawn during the period.

"When can I go back to Beijing?" Fu Huan pulled his arm out of his.

"I've already sent someone to arrest... to invite Xiao Niang over here, Huanhuan doesn't have to worry about it."

"Can……"

"Can't Huanhuan stay here with me?" An Huajin lowered her eyes, showing a look of disappointment, but thinking that Fu Huan couldn't see her, she turned her head and stared at her face blatantly.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, but what he said sounded aggrieved, "I don't trust you. Besides, you came to the hunting ground just for His Majesty."

"Now that His Majesty's whereabouts are unknown, what do you mean by returning to Beijing early?"

Seeing that the other party's expression was loose, An Huajin fired again, "Besides, the person who designed you has not been found yet. I have already sent another person to investigate in the northern barbarian land. Don't you want to know what conspiracy they have? ?”

"Huh?" Fu Huan moved, "Conspiracy?"

"I think the killing of His Majesty's paddock must have something to do with them."

"Okay, I see." Fu Huan twitched her eyelashes, heard the strange tone here, paused for a while, and then slowly opened her mouth, "A Ci, tell me, you didn't participate in His Majesty's affairs, did you? "

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the air froze for a moment.The person next to her froze, and even An Huajin's hand on her waist loosened.

Feeling that the other party misunderstood her meaning, she hurriedly said, "It's not that I don't believe you, I know you too well."

"I'm afraid, afraid that something will happen to you in front of me."

"Well, I got it." An Huajin's eyes darkened, and a cold light flashed across his eyes. He looked at Fu Huan with a dangerous look. He didn't deny it casually like he did in front of Lin Yan, but said lightly: "I don't know." Something will happen."

Fu Huan's dull pupils flickered slightly when he finished speaking, "That's good."

"After all, I'm not you, and I have no reason to ask you why you did this. But as Ah Ci's Huanhuan, I want to make sure that what you do is safe and will not hurt you."

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