Chapter 1O21 (1/2)
Feng Jue nodded and ordered, ”pay attention tonight to see who goes in and out of this room.”
”Yes, childe, my subordinates obey.”
Feng Jue also kept an eye on the room. He looked through the crack of the door. At the third quarter of 1911, the whole Inn was dark, and his eyes were still staring at the door opposite.
After a while, a man in black appeared quietly and cautiously——
Xiao He?
As soon as Feng Jue saw the man's slight inconvenience, he immediately recognized that it was Xiao He.
How did he come here? What does the child in this room have to do with him? Strong curiosity prompted Feng Jue to decide to have a good look at what the hell Xiao He was doing.
About half an hour later, he came out of the room again, and then hurried away as when he came, avoiding his eyes and ears.
Feng Jue is even more strange. The emperor's son-in-law, who is ambushed in the daytime and out at night, now has another child——
Xiao He, it's suspicious!
”Childe, what should I do now?” Asked the subordinate.
”I want to find out what's in this room.” Feng Jue said.
”However, the people here never came out. Even the food was sent in by the waiter. His subordinates stayed dormant for half a day and didn't see the situation inside.” Said the man.
Just then, the waiter came upstairs with a bowl of white porridge——
The bottom of Feng Jue's eyes coagulated and winked at his subordinates. The subordinates nodded, pushed open the door and inadvertently went downstairs. When passing the waiter, he suddenly grabbed the waiter's throat and hit him on the neck with his elbow.
The waiter had no time to hum and fell down softly. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and carried the bowl of porridge in her hand.
He quickly dragged the waiter into the room. Feng Jue changed his clothes with him, then went out with a bowl, knocked on the door of the room and said:
”Objectively, here comes what you want.”
After a long time, the talent inside had a movement, pushed a little open, stretched out a hand and whispered, ”give it to me.” At the same time, the man was holding a ingot of silver in his hand.
Feng Jue looked at the hand. It looked like a woman's hand. She slowly sent the porridge in her hand. Just before touching it, he suddenly grabbed the man's wrist and pushed it in.
He dodged in and slammed the door shut. His subordinates immediately stood outside the door, listened and judged the form inside. If there was a danger, he would go in immediately to save the childe.
”Ah, you, who are you?” The woman who was gripped by Feng Jue showed frightened eyes at the bottom of her eyes.
”Who are you?” Another rough man in the room suddenly stood up and pulled out his sword around his waist.
But Feng Jue saw the little doll sitting on the bed. He was suddenly stunned - Lian Yan?
This doll looks as like as two peas, which is Lian Yan.
Children have grown up like a few days. Feng Jue doesn't go to even home much. He sees that even Yan's times are numbered.