My lord, you crushed me

After Qu Jiangliu said this, Yan Yuanjie also recalled the paper fan that fell from Qu Jiangliu's body when he rescued Qu Jiangliu that day. Presumably, the paper fan had special significance to Qu Jiangliu, so he put his hand into his arms I want to return the paper fan to its original owner.

However, his arms were empty, the paper fan disappeared, and the smile on Yan Yuanjie's face froze, he got up from his seat and searched for the paper fan all over his body, but he couldn't find it.

Seeing Yan Yuanjie's actions, Qu Jiangliu changed from being confused to being clear at a glance. He stretched out his hand and patted the back of Yan Yuanjie's hand, his red lips parted slightly, "It's okay, it's just a small thing. If you lose it, you don't want it."

After all, he is his own savior, and it is impossible for him, Qu Jiangliu, to avenge his kindness because of a small paper fan. Besides, he has lost his skill now, and the paper fan is just a decoration, and it is better to lose it.

"It turned out that I kept the paper fan all along. I don't know when I lost it, but don't worry, I will compensate you. I will go to the street to buy a new one for you tomorrow."

Yan Yuanjie felt sorry, but Qu Jiangliu looked indifferent. He shook his head lightly when he heard Yan Yuanjie's words, "There is no other paper fan similar to it in this world."

"I didn't know he was so important, I..." Yan Yuanjie was busy explaining, he wanted to take some responsibility, but Qu Jiangliu quickly stopped him, and there was no sign of blaming him on his face, "It's okay, the night is getting dark, You should rest early." The tone was soft and the words were appropriate.

Momo came to look for Yan Yuanjie after putting the cloths in place, just in time to see the scene where Qu Jiangliu and Yan Yuanjie looked at each other speechlessly, thinking that there was some kind of conflict between them, he hurried to the middle of Yan Yuanjie and Qu Jiangliu, Protecting his master, "Don't take revenge, our young master saved you, if you touch my young master's hair, I will fight you."

The corner of Qu Jiangliu's mouth raised slightly, this little man is really cute, and he is still loyal to protect the Lord at this time, he shook his head lightly, and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I won't touch your young master, but you... "

For some reason, when he saw Momo's expression, he wanted to tease him well, and regardless of Yan Yuanjie's presence in front of him, he directly stretched out his hand to pick up Momo's chin, and sized him up with scrutiny.

"What's wrong with me? Is there something on my face?" Qu Jiangliu stared at him with weird eyes, Momo felt uncomfortable all over, thinking that there was something dirty on his face, and asked with a puzzled look. Looking at the Qujiang River.

"No, I just want to be your friend."

Qu Jiangliu stuck out his tongue, took the lead to express his sincerity, stretched out his hand to hold Momo's hand, and said to himself, "Then it's settled like this, you and I are friends from today on, no lie .”

Before Momo realized what happened, Naqu Jiangliu began to laugh heartily.

The two silent bodies at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion slowly slipped down like a puddle of mud, a black figure flashed into the Prime Minister's Mansion, and slipped into Yan Ruqing's room like a cat.

He took out a delicate dark copper cylinder from his arms and inserted it into the crack of the door. The person who came leaned his head over to blow mist inside, lying on the door panel to investigate the situation in the house, and pushed it away when there was no movement in the house. Enter the door.

The room was neatly furnished, and Mo Jue searched around the room but could not find any news related to Qu Jiangliu. Just when he found Yan Ruqing's desk case, there was movement outside the door.

It turned out that Yan Ruqing didn't stay in the room just now, and the mist that Mo Jue released just now didn't fascinate anyone. Yan Ruqing opened the door as usual, and approached Mo Jue step by step.

Mo Jue held his breath and observed the layout of the room left and right. When Yan Ruqing was about to find Mo Jue, Mo Jue jumped up and disappeared into the night.

Naturally, Mo Jue hadn't left yet. He quietly stayed on the beam and looked down at Yan Ruqing. He thought that Yan Ruqing would go back to bed and get ready for bed when he came back, but he didn't expect that Yan Ruqing always put business affairs first. Now He still had something to do, so he naturally sat back at the desk, turned up the lights, took out a lot of documents and started to work.

Mo Jue never expected that Yan Ruqing didn't leave. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his body uncontrollably. The bean-sized sweat flowed down the curve of his face, just right It dripped onto the document in front of Yan Ruqing's eyes.

Mo Jue felt the air around him suddenly freeze, held his breath and lowered his body, trying his best to blend himself into the night.

Perhaps the guards found the two people fainted at the door, and the door suddenly became brightly lit. A group of guards held up torches and shouted, "There are assassins."

The movement outside the door caught Yan Ruqing's attention, coupled with the sudden drop of water above, Yan Ruqing raised his head to look at the beams, the dark night covered Mo Jue with a layer of protection, Yan Ruqing didn't notice him, and finally came from Leave in front of the table and push the door to leave.

Mo Jue knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he also escaped through the window.