Yi Xin as a concubine

Wangchuan almost used his body to push the study door open. The moment he entered, a sword suddenly stopped at his throat without warning, scaring Wangchuan so much that he stopped in his tracks.

"Master Yifan, please show mercy!"

Wangchuan calmed down all of a sudden, looked at Mo Xuan Yifan, who was still yawning but exuding coldness, and begged for mercy with lingering fear.

"What's the matter? You're so impatient." Chu Xingchen almost took action, but after seeing who was coming, he restrained his aura.

"Yes, yes, yes, I have something urgent to do. The Eighth Miss... The Eighth Miss is missing."

"what?"

"what happened?

Mo Xuan Yifan woke up instantly, and Chu Xingchen's muscles tensed up in an instant, bursting out with an incomparable cold aura.

Wangchuan briefly recounted to his two masters what happened in the afternoon.

As soon as Wang Chuan finished speaking, Chu Xingchen arrived at the door of the study room without knowing when.

"Cousin, let me go!" Mo Xuan Yifan was a step slower, but still reached out to stop the man.

Without waiting for Chu Xingchen to agree, the man opened the door and went out. Chu Xingchen was about to raise his leg to follow, but was stopped by Wangchuan again.

Chu Xingchen stared at Wang Chuan's hand that was holding his sleeve with cold eyes, as if he wanted to chop that hand off with his eyes.

"Master, wait a little longer, Young Master Yifan can do it." If you go there, it will be a big deal. Madam will definitely make a big fuss again, and when Eighth Miss comes back, it will be even more difficult for the two of them to get along.

Wang Chuan was certainly anxious about Xin Baoer's disappearance. After all, it was almost dark, and a girl would be scared to be alone. But it wasn't urgent. The house was big, but there were people watching around, so it was actually quite safe. At least the bad guys wouldn't hide in there, because that would be a trap.

The two were still pulling each other silently when Mo Xuan Yifan came back.

"The eighth girl ran away."

Before Mo Xuan Yifan could explain the cause and effect, the person disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mo Xuan Yifan and Wang Chuan looked at each other, resigned themselves to their fate and ran to tell the maid that Xin Baoer had brought with her, then followed her out to look for someone.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the lake was glowing coldly under the moonlight. The night wind was already very cold in November, and Xin Baoer was brought back to consciousness by the cold.

He gathered his tattered clothes together, looked around in confusion, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Where is this? Is there anyone who can help me? Sigh, power is really not a good thing."

Xin Baoer looked at the overgrown grass outside the pavilion again and again, but she didn't have the courage to go out. The grass and trees in the night looked like monsters with bared fangs and claws, making her feel that if she stepped out of the pavilion, she would be eaten by the monster.

When people feel particularly helpless, they will subconsciously search their pockets or bags, hoping to find something that can help them. Xin Baoer is no exception.

When Xin Baoer touched the two protruding objects in her arms, she almost jumped for joy.

Oh my god! What kind of luck is this?

When she was cooking at noon, she wanted to light the fire, but several people didn't let her help. In the pushing and shoving, she somehow got the flint stuffed into her arms.

"It's saved."

The excitement diluted the fear. He trotted out of the pavilion, grabbed a bunch of hay at a speed he had never seen before, and trotted back to the pavilion.

After the hay was ignited, Xin Baoer finally breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, she looked around, hoping that someone would come to rescue her soon.

Chu Xingchen ran in the opposite direction to look for someone. In order to have an unrestricted vision, he kept walking in the air while searching all around. The moment he saw the fire, his heart finally settled down.

Chu Xingchen was the farthest away, but arrived quite quickly. On the small path closest to the pavilion, the three people who came out to look for someone met up victoriously.

Chu Xingchen was about to walk into the pavilion, but Mo Xuan Yifan moved to block him. He explained in a low voice what Bijun had done, then gave way with a chuckle, and also pulled back Wangchuan who wanted to follow his master.

Chu Xingchen had no time to care about the struggle between the two people behind him. His mind and eyes were filled with the lonely figure illuminated by the firelight. This reminded him of a certain scene, where she was also struggling helplessly in the firelight.

Thinking of this, I became even more anxious and subconsciously quickened my pace.

"Who?"

"Who's there?"

Xin Baoer's voice was obviously trembling as she scolded. The golden hairpin in her hand was slightly deformed and it hit the cut made by the dry grass, and blood silently slid down.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

The man's gentle voice was inexplicably soothing, penetrating the chill of the night wind and instantly warming Xin Baoer's frightened heart.

"Pah!" The golden hairpin fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Xin Baoer fell to the ground with weak legs. The suppressed fear was vented all at once, and she could no longer stop crying.

Chu Xingchen was startled when he saw her fall to the ground, and his Qinggong skills were unconsciously used, appearing in front of Xin Baoer the next second.

"Don't, don't cry, it's okay, I'll take you home." Chu Xingchen was frightened by Xin Baoer's tear-stained face. He stuttered and didn't know what to do. He spoke dryly.

Apart from Xiang Qing, who lived in the same yard but rarely talked to him, he had never been with any other woman. He wanted to ask his cousin or Wang Chuan, but when he turned around, both of them were gone.

Chu Xingchen smiled bitterly inwardly, as expected, every time he met you, the situation was always out of control.

Xin Baoer didn't cry for long. Her momentary emotional breakdown was like opening a floodgate to release a flood. As long as the pent-up water was released, the water level would return to normal.

Maybe he was too excited. After venting, he couldn't calm down for a while, and his speech was sobbing and intermittent.

"Second Master, I'm fine. Thank you for coming to see me."

Xin Baoer's image at the moment was really not very good. She was covered in dust, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were tattered, and there were many wounds of varying sizes on her hands and face. Her crying made her look even more miserable. Fortunately, she didn't wear makeup, otherwise, it would have scared people to death in the middle of the night.

"Don't cry, it's okay, wipe your face first!" Chu Xingchen gently handed over the handkerchief and said in a gentle voice.

"Thank you...thank you!" Xin Baoer took it and smeared it on her face.

"Hiss!" It hurts.

The next second, someone held my hand.

"Hiss!" My hand hurts too.

Chu Xingchen quickly let go of her hands, intending to stop her from continuing to damage her face, but he didn't notice that her hands were also covered with wounds.

For a moment, Chu Xingchen didn't know where to put his hands. He held his hands up, looking at a loss, and his expression was indescribable.

The hay had burned out and there was no fire. Xin Baoer could not see the man's expression, but she could clearly see his hands that had nowhere to go. Her sad mood was suddenly broken and her normal mind gradually returned to normal.

"I'm fine. I was probably too anxious to notice the scratch when I was pulling the grass to start the fire. It's not serious. I'll just go back and apply some medicine."

His mind was clear, his speech returned to normal, and he could finally communicate normally. Chu Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Is it too difficult to comfort and persuade people?

"Shall we go back?" Seeing that the man didn't speak, Xin Baoer gathered her clothes and asked softly.

"Oh, okay, I'll take you back." Chu Xingchen withdrew his gaze from the woman and quickly responded.

Xin Baoer lifted her skirt and stepped towards the fire, which had not yet been completely extinguished, without hesitation in her embroidered shoes.

"Hey, be careful! There are still sparks." Chu Xingchen quickly pulled the person back and scolded in a slightly serious voice.

Xin Baoer was startled and staggered. If Chu Xingchen hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to the ground.

Xin Baoer looked at the man in confusion, and said with a slightly aggrieved voice: "There is wind."

"What?" Chu Xingchen was still thinking about how to remind her to be careful when walking in the future and not to step on any road. For a moment, he didn't react to what she meant.

"The fire wasn't out yet, there was wind, and there was a lot of dry grass in the garden, so it was easy for a fire to start."

When Xin Baoer said this, she was really speaking the truth, but as soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but shudder and looked at the man in astonishment.

"If someone wants to kill us~"

Before Xin Baoer finished her words, Chu Xingchen had already silently continued in my heart, "All it takes is a fire."