[Red Mansion] Sir, I'm a rough man

The winter night came early, Jia Wan took a nap first, and patiently waited until the second watch was over and the lights everywhere were turned off before going out.

In the dead of night, with the shadows of the trees whirling, Jia Wan was standing under the tree in black clothes. Fortunately, the houses in this era are big, but they are built in a very regular way. Whoever lives, where, and which yard is particular about, otherwise he would never be alone. It is no wonder that people who came from later generations who lived in a mansion with a foot of a foot in this era would not feel dizzy when they entered the yards that can move for miles or tens of miles.

I didn't expect that the first time I visited Zhao Yi's house, it would be like this. Jia Wan sighed, and suddenly remembered that the first time, the second time... I don't know how many times Zhao Yi entered his house. , Speechless again.

Zhao Yi's strange behavior, he still can't figure it out. Although they stayed on the same boat for several months, at that time, one of them was young and the other was very young. They didn't even know each other's name and identity. And after years of separation, there is no news at all...

In his opinion, Zhao Yi and him are barely old friends. Although they have some friendship and are gradually resuming contact, they are far from close. But this person slipped into his room once or twice in the middle of the night, and even climbed into his bed. ...What's wrong with this?

Jia Wan shook his head, no longer thinking about it, roughly identified the position below, and sneaked quietly in the shadows, even if there were patrols passing by, he easily avoided it—although he has not been working for a long time, he is also the top leader of the world A member of the personal security team, this kind of security has been inferior to several levels, how can it be difficult to stop him?

When we arrived at the main room of the main courtyard, we found that the lights were still on inside, and through the light and shadow, we could vaguely see Zhao Yi writing something on the desk.

Jia Wan listened for a while, and found that there was no one waiting inside, and only one servant was moving outside. He couldn't tell whether it was a maid or an eunuch, so he quietly moved to the outside window, and lightly tapped on the window lattice twice.

After a while, light footsteps approached, but they didn't open the window and didn't make a sound, so Jia Wan knocked twice, and then heard the girl's very low voice: "Didn't you say to come back after the fourth watch? Why are you here now, His Highness is still asleep!"

Jia Wan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help being a little embarrassed, was he being regarded as a lover who came to a private meeting?

Suddenly he felt something was wrong, even in Baoyu's room, several maids took turns to do the night work, let alone the prince?

No matter how busy this girl is, why did she choose to have a private meeting at the master's residence when she was on duty at night?Besides, in the middle of the night, sneaking into the prince's inner house is not a small risk, so the little lover can't be so daring, right?

Sure enough, the next moment, the girl's quick and urgent voice was heard again: "Tell master, His Royal Highness's leg is really getting better soon, and he can barely stand up at night with the support of others... An Shenxiang also If you don’t want to use it anymore, what should you do now?”

The amount of information is slightly larger...

Jia Wan couldn't help feeling more sympathetic to Zhao Yi's situation, tapped on the window lattice again, and lowered his voice low and indistinctly: "Master has something for you."

The girl was not suspicious, looked left and right, and quickly opened the window, but there was no one outside, only a purse on the window sill, she hurriedly reached out to take it, and was about to close the window, when she suddenly heard Zhao Yi's deep and hoarse voice :"What's up?"

The girl was startled, and hastily put her purse back into her sleeves. When she turned around, she was already smiling and said, "I don't know where the wild cat came from is scratching the wall outside. This servant will chase it away."

Jia Wan cooperated with meowing outside.

Zhao Yi stopped talking, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, opened the window a little, poked her head out, and was about to make a gesture to drive away, when suddenly her whole body softened and she slid slowly against the wall.

Jia Wan jumped in silently, turned around and closed the window, took back the purse, and then walked to the inner room, slandering a certain person for being too vigilant, not to mention that the close girl is someone else's insider, just now there was a lot of movement outside, but there was no noticed the difference.

Just as he was about to lift the curtain, he suddenly heard Zhao Yi say, "Come here?"

Jia Wan paused: Who was he being taken for again?

The water in the Prince's Mansion is really deep enough.

But Zhao Yi said calmly: "You have made me like this, it's hard for you to remember to look at me."

Jia joked, lifted the curtain to enter the door, and said, "How does Your Highness know it's me?"

Inside, Zhao Yi was practicing calligraphy, without raising his head, and kept writing. He said in a hoarse voice, "I can smell your smell through the window."

taste?

Jia Wan suddenly had a feeling that his life had been subverted: he had always been quite confident in his appearance, and he considered himself to be a beautiful young man, no worse than the little fresh meat on TV, but only now did someone tell him, He smells bad...

Sure enough, people can't smell their own body. His hygienic habits are not bad, and he takes a bath at least once a day. If he can smell it... Could it be that he not only has a heavy body odor, but also has body odor?

It shouldn't be, the innate qi washes the hair and cuts the marrow. He doesn't have the rough skin and calluses that ordinary people should have. Even the pores are so small that it's hard to distinguish with the naked eye. Any pain and scars heal quickly. How can this little body odor be on his body? Rooted in the body?

Zhao Yi didn't hear a response, so he put down his pen and turned his head unhappily, and saw the boy who had behaved calmly since he was eight years old, with a look of astonishment on his face, lowering his head like a cat and sniffing at himself, the resentment and anger in his heart disappeared instantly.

He snorted coldly and said: "I just realized that I smell bad today, so I will stay away from that Wednesday, Liu Si, etc., and the provincial people will pinch their noses and hook your shoulders, and you still don't realize it... that is, the master was caught by you." I have been forced to stay with you for several months, and I am used to it, so I don't dislike it."

How could Jia Wan fail to hear his jokes, knowing that he was wrong, and also, if he really smelled, how could others not react?Not to mention other people, just that kid Zhou Kai would definitely run away when he saw him. How could he just approach him like this now?

Jia Wan stopped his childish behavior, and was about to ask Zhao Yi what "Wednesday and Liusi" was, when he looked up and saw his appearance, he was taken aback: "You are... Zhang Youshi, isn't he a quack doctor?"

I haven't seen him for more than half a month, and the person in front of him is almost unrecognizable. He has lost several circles of weight, his eye sockets are sunken, and there is a thick circle of shadows around him. His eyes are bloodshot, his skin is dry, and his lips are dark. Shen, depressed...

Did this person not sleep for ten days, eat for seven days, and drink water for three days?

It feels like a tall and straight pine and cypress, which becomes dry, cracked and decayed dead wood overnight.

The hands and feet he did on Zhao Yi's legs before just blocked his meridians, making him unable to walk temporarily. There was absolutely no side effect. The effect of warming and tonic.

If acupuncture and moxibustion decoctions are added, this process will be greatly shortened, and a doctor with a little skill can do it. How did Zhang Youshi treat people so that they turned into such a ghost?

Zhao Yi turned pale, shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with Zhang Youshi."

Jia Wan thought that his friendship with Zhao Yi was far from the point of exchanging emotions. Seeing that he didn't want to talk too much, he wouldn't ask questions, and the people in the royal family were treacherous, so he avoided it for fear of being late, so how could he take the initiative to infect him?

Then he smiled and said: "That's good. After all, it's the person I recommended. If it turns out that he is cured, wouldn't I be implicated by him?"

As soon as the words were finished, Zhao Yi's face darkened visibly to the naked eye.

But a joke is worth getting angry, this person's temper is getting weirder and weirder.

Jia Wan slandered, pretending not to see, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for Zhang Han's matter."

At the Metropolitan Procuratorate that day, the only ones who knew the situation best were him and Zhao Yi, apart from Wang Tong and the dead ghost Zhang Han. Lied to Prince Zhongshun, and then died in Taping Lake... Jia Wan knew very well that these two incidents had nothing to do with him, so the biggest possibility left was Zhao Yi.

Anyway, even if you guess wrong, it doesn't matter much.

Zhao Yi looked over with heavy eyes, his voice seemed calm but his anger was suppressed: "You disregarded the imperial father's ban and sneaked here in the middle of the night, just for this?"

Fortunately, he was still angry that this person only thought of visiting him after more than half a month, but it turned out that it wasn't even this time!

Jia Wandao: "I know it's His Highness who helped me, so of course I want to say thank you. If there is something useful in the future, His Highness can just open his mouth, and he will return the favor and live up to his trust."

He, Jia Wan, also has shame. Since he knows that someone is helping him, he naturally wants to appreciate it. How can he pretend to be stupid, take advantage of it and act like a good boy?

Zhao Yi said lightly: "That is to say, if there is no matter about Zhang Han, even if I die here, you won't come to take a look?"

Jia Wan was stunned and was speechless for a while: What kind of talk is this?What are you talking about?

How does it feel like menopausal women find fault and quarrel in TV dramas?

Take the wrong medicine!

Zhao Yi sneered, and said: "Return the favor? Ha, Mr. Jia really has a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, and he counts every bit so clearly...The kindness of saving my life in the past, should I pay this life to you?"

Jia Wan frowned, and said: "In the midst of adversity, it's nothing more than hand in hand, it's nothing, Your Highness, don't take it to heart..."

"Your Mr. Jia has acquaintances all over the world. A mere Zhao Yi will naturally not take it to heart..."

Again!

Damn, he shouldn't have come here today!

Jia Wan was filled with remorse, the person in front of him was clearly suffering from depression and mania caused by long-term insomnia and anxiety, and he just happened to catch up with him!

Unreasonable, nonsense...

Jia Wan rubbed his temples with a headache, and seeing that Zhao Yi didn't seem to want to stop, somehow, he suddenly said, "Hey, don't make trouble."

In an instant, the room could hear the sound of a needle drop, and Zhao Yi's face began to turn red strangely, from his cheeks to the roots of his ears, from his neck to his fingertips...

Then his face gradually turned livid: "Get lost!"

Fortunately, while he was gnashing his teeth, he still remembered to lower his voice.

Jia Wan was really embarrassed this time, coughed dryly, and said, "Well, I..."

"roll!"

Okay, I'm going, I'm going...

The current scene made Jia Wan feel a little terrified, and hurriedly bowed his hands, not daring to say a word, turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, I heard Zhao Yi's voice again: "Stop!"

I had to stop and turn around.

Zhao Yi took a few deep breaths, and it took him a while to finally regain his composure. He said in a cold tone, "Killing a Zhao Han can make Prince Zhongshun completely speechless. It's not that you Jia Wan couldn't think of it, let alone that you couldn't do it. It's just that you can't bear it and disdain it. I have done something you can't bear to disdain, it's fine if you don't like it, what is there to thank?"

Glancing at Zhao Yi who seemed to be back to normal, Jia Wan's eyes drifted past his right hand that was tightly holding the corner of the table, and he thought it better to be careful, and said: "Your Highness thinks too much, Jia Wan is not so ignorant... and I'm not a gentleman, and I didn't kill Zhang Han, not because I couldn't bear it or disdain it, but because I'm not used to it for the time being...For now."

For the sake of profit, he didn't want to kill one person to frame another person, and he didn't need to go to this level... Even if these two people are not good people.

Of course, it's only temporary, just not used to it, and if he stays in this officialdom, he doesn't know how long he can persist with his "unaccustomed".

Zhao Yi was silent for a moment, then said: "Actually, you don't have to take it to heart, killing Zhang Han is also for myself."

Jia Wan was slightly taken aback, and said, "Among His Highness and Prince Zhongshun?"

Zhao Yi squinted at him, laughed at himself, and said flatly, "You don't want to know."

Jia Wan really didn't have any interest in knowing. He regretted the question just now, so he took it back and said, "Anyway, Jia is the beneficiary after all. If there is a chance..."

Zhao Yi only felt that the fire that had been suppressed so easily started to rise again, but his expression became calmer, and he said, "Since you must be so clear, then I will give you this chance now."

Jia Wan nodded happily: "Please speak, Your Highness."

Zhao Yi picked up the saber beside him, raised his hand and threw it at Jia Wan, took a dark handkerchief and threw it over, and said coldly: "Masking your face, draw your sword!"

Jia Wan folded the handkerchief with a touch of sandalwood in half, covered his face, tied it behind his head, and was about to draw his sword as he said, when Zhao Yi picked up a vase and threw it at it.

Jia Wan dodged sideways, and the vase shattered on the wall with a "bang", the crisp sound was very clear in the silent night.

There were hurried footsteps outside, and the guards came in response: "Your Highness? Your Highness?"

"Your Highness? What happened? Miss Xiang'er?"

This time it was Zhang Youshi's voice.

Jia Wan turned around and slashed at the window with his sword. In the cold light, the wooden window lattice and the thick window paper suddenly cracked a sharp scar. The guards outside the door and Zhang Youshi were terrified and shouted: "There is an assassin! "

Don't dare to hesitate any longer, rushing towards the door and window, about to smash the window and rush into the room.

The guards patrolling the courtyard also started to run wildly: "Protect Your Highness!"

Zhao Yi shouted in a low voice, "Still leaving?!"

Jia Wan chuckled, "No rush."

He slashed at Zhao Yi with a sword casually.

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