Without practicing the Hehuan skill, the crazy leader has infinite charm

He spoke incoherently, "Abnormal? What's wrong with him? He looks normal to me. Isn't he still sick? You...you must have been too upset recently and have an illusion. How about I make some tranquilizers for you and you take two doses."

After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something, rushed outside holding the gauze, and exclaimed, "Oh no! My medicine has become mushy, I have to boil it again quickly, Yaoyao, do as you please, do as you please."

Yao Jia looked at his abnormal behavior and knew in her heart that there must be a secret between this gay couple. But how could Nangong Xiulan be injured? And the injury was to his arm.

Wait! Last night! Injured! Arm!

Yao Jia shuddered all over.

The man in black injured his arm last night, and it was on his left shoulder. Could it be...

Yao Jia couldn't sit still any longer and hurried out from Ming Jue.

No wonder the man in black felt familiar. No wonder the man in black knew so much about the mechanisms and formations. This fully demonstrated that Nangong Xiu Lan had regained consciousness!

But now that he has regained consciousness, why is he still pretending to be stupid in front of her?

When did he recover?

Yao Jia had unknowingly arrived at the courtyard where Nangong Xiu Lan lived. Now that she was there, she went in to find out everything.

They arrived at Nangong Xiu Lan's room without any obstructions. At that moment, he was lying on the bed and sleeping.

Lie on your back straight with your hands folded in front of your chest.

I sighed in my heart, no one else can sleep in such an autistic posture except Nangong Xiu Lan!

Yao Jia was a little upset and really wanted to curl him up into a ball and ask him to give back the gentle and well-behaved Nangong Lanlan.

But when his eyes swept over his left shoulder, his arrogance immediately faded.

He could have dodged the arrow last night, but for his own sake, he blocked it.

My heart suddenly felt like it was hit by something heavy, heavy and complicated.

Yao Jia sat down gently on the bedside, looking at his quiet and handsome sleeping face.

But he seemed to be sleeping uneasy, with his sword-like brows deeply furrowed.

"Nangong Xiulan, what are you hiding?"

Yao Jia whispered softly, gently stroking his brow with her fingers, trying to smooth his frown.

At this moment, Nangong Xiu Lan suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were deep and bright, not like those of a fool at all.

When he saw Yao Jia, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and then it was replaced by joy in an instant, "Madam, you came to see me?"

Yao Jia was really amazed at the speed of changing his expression.

"Um, does your stomach still hurt?"

Yao Jia tried her best to make her voice sound calm. Since he wanted to act, she would just accompany him and see what he wanted to do.

Nangong Xiulan shook her head, raised a gentle smile on her lips, and took Yaojia's hand, "Madam, kiss me, kiss me, Lanlan won't feel any pain."

Yao Jia's expression froze slightly, and she broke free from his hand without leaving a trace.

Nangong Xiulan's eyes sparkled with tears, and she pursed her lips aggrievedly, "My wife, Lanlan is really in pain, I'm not lying..."

Yao Jia glanced at his left shoulder vaguely, but finally couldn't bear it, so she leaned over and kissed Nangong Xiu Lan on the lips.

Nangong Xiulan had a faint smile on her lips, "My wife's kiss is not enough, Lanlan still feels pain."

Yao Jia sighed and leaned down again. As soon as her lips touched Nangong Xiu Lan's lips, a hand pressed on the back of her head.

While she was surprised, Nangong Xiu Lan had already opened his lips, held her in his mouth, and kissed her deeply, while his other hand gently pressed on Yao Jia's waist.

Yao Jia placed her hands on both sides of Nangong Xiu Lan's body, not daring to make any response, let alone move, for fear of hurting him again. She let his tongue sweep across her mouth and then suck on her lips.

After a long time, Nangong Xiu Lan let go of Yao Jia, panting. He looked at her with his burning black eyes and a satisfied smile on his lips.

"After my wife kissed me, it really doesn't hurt anymore."

Yao Jia opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. This Nangong Xiu Lan wearing Lan Lan's coat really made her salivate.

In the next few days, except for sneaking to Mingjue's place to change the medicine every day, Nangong Xiu Lan basically stayed by Yao Jia's side.

Yao Jia also gradually adapted to his current state.

That day, the two of them were having breakfast in the main room when they saw Hongying coming in hurriedly from outside.

"Young Master, Governor Jin was found dead in the rockery in the mansion this morning."

"What?" Yao Jia stood up from her chair in shock.

Nangong Xiu Lan beside him was also stunned.

Yao Jia glanced at him and asked Hong Ying, "Do you know the cause of death?"

Hongying said: "According to the spies, his death was horrible. He had more than a hundred wounds all over his body, the most fatal of which was his head. He died of excessive blood loss."

Yao Jia frowned, "Why did he die at this critical moment?"

He died at the right time, just when the account book was stolen and the Inspector General was coming to investigate.

"Where is the body now?"

Hongying said, "He has been taken back to the government office by County Magistrate Wu."

At night, Yaojia and Hongying sneaked into the morgue of the government office, preparing to observe Jin Mantang's body up close.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he found a man in black standing in front of Jin Mantang's body.

When he saw the two of them come in, he didn't react at all and just stared at the corpse.

Hongying immediately protected Yaojia behind her, "Young Master, be careful."

"It's okay, this person is a friend, not an enemy."

Although Yao Jia felt that the man in black was familiar in the rockery last time, now looking at his tall and slender figure with an immortal look, she could tell at a glance that this man was Nangong Xiu Lan.

Under Hongying's surprised gaze, Yaojia stepped forward and bowed to the man in black, saying, "We parted in a hurry last time and I haven't thanked you yet. I wonder if your shoulder injury has healed now?"

The man in black nodded at her and said, "It's okay now." His voice was a little hoarse, not as gentle as usual.

Yao Jia raised her eyebrows and glanced at his neck. This time he did a complete job, even using the music clips.

Yao Jia's lips curled slightly, but she didn't expose him. If she wanted to act, she had to follow the procedures, so she pretended to ask, "I wonder why you visited the morgue so late at night?"

The man in black turned around, revealing his face that was half covered by a black scarf, and looked at Yao Jia with deep eyes, "I came here to find out the cause of death of Governor Jin."

Yao Jia smiled slightly and walked over, standing side by side with him. She looked down at the man lying on the morgue bed, whose body was covered with knife marks, and couldn't help feeling nauseous.

It was just as Hongying said, Jin Mantang's body was covered with scars, and even his face was scratched with several cuts, so people could only make out some rough outlines.

The wounds on his body were of varying depths and uneven distribution, and his death was tragic.

He couldn't help but sigh, wondering what hatred the murderer had against Jin Mantang that made him do such a cruel thing.

However, after carefully observing the wounds, he suddenly found a clue. Although Jin Mantang had many wounds on his body, there were several places where the wounds were of the same depth, and their direction also looked very special.

Yao Jia's heart moved, and she pointed at the wounds on her chest and looked at Nangong Xiu Lan, "My benefactor, look at these wounds, the direction of the wounds is very strange."

Admiration immediately appeared in Nangong Xiu Lan's eyes.

Then he said calmly: "These wounds seem chaotic, but they are arranged according to a certain pattern."

"Oh?" Yao Jia raised an eyebrow, "What pattern?"