Yi Xin as a concubine

The study fell silent, with the two brothers each thinking about their own things.

After a long time, Chu Xingchen's face, which had been tense all day, suddenly brightened up. He watched Xin Baoer and Wei Yu each carrying a tray back into the house, and then he withdrew his gaze from the window.

"Maybe... we just need to keep an eye on these two people."

Chu Xingchen suddenly said this inexplicably, and then seemed to be in a good mood. He ordered Wangchuan to get dinner and invited his little cousin to have a drink together.

Mo Xuan Yifan's mouth twitched. He was finding this cousin increasingly difficult to understand.

It’s uncertain!

Not eating with strange hosts, Xin Baoer felt much more at ease. The two simple side dishes also tasted simple and happy.

Maybe they slept too much in the afternoon, so none of them could sleep after dinner. The wounded were able to eat and looked much better. Xin Baoer changed the bandages for the seven of them one by one, and while doing so she listened to their idle chat.

Of course, the main reason is that Zhao Xian can't keep quiet. He has nothing to do now, so he talks a lot.

"I really admire you guys. You dared to take action against those high and mighty nobles. My legs were shaking just standing in front of the hall. What were you thinking at that time?"

“What else can I think? I’m just holding on with a heart full of anger. Those bastards are living a life of luxury, while we are forced into a state of having no way to survive.” A woman among the five people spoke coldly, her voice full of helplessness and sadness.

"In today's world, except for Shengjing City, where is life easy? And it will be even harder for us women." Zhao Xian thought of her father and what they saw and heard on the way to Beijing, and couldn't help but sigh.

But then his eyes lit up again, and he asked curiously, "However, you all know Kung Fu, are you from some martial arts sect? I heard from A Yu that there is a Hehuan Sect in the martial arts world, which is full of women. Are you..."

"Miss Zhao, please don't make fun of us." Another woman said, "We are just daughters of ordinary families. We learn some martial arts just to protect ourselves."

Zhao Xian showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "So that's how it is. I was saying that you guys don't look like people from the underworld. You are indeed far inferior to our A Yu."

As soon as these words came out, the room suddenly became strangely quiet. Wei Yu touched his nose uncomfortably. Xin Baoer paused and wanted to laugh, but had to hold it back. She could only say in her heart, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

However, seeing that they looked sad, but still had a hint of unconvinced expression, he smiled and said, "Xian'er is straightforward and doesn't mean what she says. Ladies, don't take it to heart. But how good are your skills? When you get better, you can try them out and you'll know. Just think of it as exercise. Anyway, we have nothing else to do here."

The words seemed to be an apology for Zhao Xian, but in fact they were to make Wei Yu feel more present. This aroused the competitive spirit of several women. They changed their previous depression and cooperated with the treatment very well in the next few days, which accelerated their strong recovery.

Of course, this is a later story. The conversation in the room is still going on.

"By the way, we will probably live together for a long time, so we can't keep calling each other girls. My name is Zhao Xian, cool is Wei Yu, and the female Bodhisattva who saved you is our Bao Er."

After Zhao Xian finished speaking, she saw Baoer glaring at her and she cutely stuck out her tongue.

"Don't listen to Xian'er's nonsense. My last name is Xin, Xin Bao'er. Second Master asked me to save you. The medicine was also provided by Second Master. I'm not a doctor. I just know a little bit of first aid and bandaging techniques. I don't even dare to sew. I'd better ask Wangchuan Guards for help."

Xin Baoer did not take credit for it, and simply explained the facts. It would not be beautiful if the favor was too deliberate.

"We are not ungrateful people. We have all remembered Miss Xin's great kindness and will repay her when we have the chance." A woman said, and several other women responded.

"We are all trapped in this small place. I think Bao'er is not in any danger. There is no need for you to give us anything in return. So, please tell me your names first."

Zhao Xian knew that Xin Baoer was not used to such a situation where people were being polite to each other, so he smiled and took the opportunity to implicitly express his friend's noble quality of "doing good without expecting anything in return."

The women who gained attention through this wave of presence were even more grateful to Xin Baoer, and even the way they looked at Xin Baoer became more eager.

However, the few of them were not blind. Seeing that Xin Baoer was uncomfortable, they followed Zhao Xian's words and introduced themselves.

"Gong Jiu."

"Shang 11."

"Jiaoba"

"Hui Wu."

"Yu Si."

"Gong Shang Jiao Hui Yu, Qin Sheng is your master?"

After hearing the names of several people, Xin Baoer suddenly had this idea. She originally thought that Qin Sheng was just an assassin arranged like them. Now it seems that the woman who seemed to be soaked in tenderness was not a simple character, but her life or death is unknown now.

The origin of "Wuyin" was suddenly revealed, and it became alert instantly.

"Don't be nervous. There are no enemies here. I just witnessed the whole process of Miss Qin Sheng's assassination. I made this guess based on your names. But judging from your expressions, I am probably right."

Seeing that the five men were still vigilant, Xin Baoer didn't care. Not to mention that Wei Yu was right next to them, they were all lying on the kang, so what deterrent effect did they have?

"To be honest, you are the ones who deserve to die. That's why the Second Master asked me to try to save you instead of calling a doctor. When we left the palace, Miss Qin Sheng was already dying. With her status, she is very likely to die. Have you thought about what to do next?"

Xin Baoer didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but these people would have to live with them in the future. If they were still full of hatred and thought about how to kill the old emperor all day long, it would not be a good thing for them.

She just wanted to live a peaceful and stable life, but didn't want to be remembered every day and might lose her life at any time.

After Xin Baoer finished asking the question, the "Five Tones" fell into collective silence.

Xin Baoer also knew that this matter could not be rushed, and they had to figure it out slowly. These people may have experienced unknown sufferings, or they may have deep hatreds with the powerful, or they may have just been brainwashed by someone with ulterior motives. In short, killing the old emperor and killing the powerful is already deeply rooted in their cognition and cannot be changed in a short time.

If they cannot change or hide such dangerous thoughts, not only the old emperor will not let them go, but even the owner of this place will not let them go.

After all, she had worked hard to rescue them, so Xin Baoer still hoped that they could live longer.

But if it’s something that can’t be rushed, then just take your time!

Judging from the current situation, the old emperor probably cannot take care of them. After two assassination attempts in a short period of time, the old emperor probably hasn't recovered yet. On the one hand, he has to investigate who wants to kill him, and on the other hand, he has to punish those rebellious sons who want to kill their brother and seize the throne. He is very busy.

After that, everyone indeed lived a peaceful life for several days.

Since they no longer had to force themselves to eat together, Xin Baoer and the others ate well and slept well. The injuries of the seven wounded soldiers also gradually recovered, and even those with injured legs could walk a few steps. Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.

But it was this kind of tranquility that made Xin Baoer suddenly feel uneasy. She became more and more anxious, as if something was about to happen.

On the first day of October, it suddenly started to drizzle. The group, still wearing thin clothes, was so cold that the eight of them huddled on the cold beds to keep warm.

Xin Baoer looked at the simple room in front of her with melancholy, wondering if she would be frozen to death in this first winter after traveling through time.

There weren't enough beddings for each person, and there were no winter clothes. The doors and windows didn't seem to be very tight. Such a big house was empty. One or two charcoal basins were useless. Maybe there was no charcoal fire.

"Zhu Haochen, the Earl of Xiaoyi, received the imperial decree and passed on the emperor's oral instructions. Your Majesty is kind and has agreed to your request. You can repair the house yourself for your family to live in. The new concubine of the Earl's mansion can leave the mansion three times a month, but not for more than two hours."

Just as Xin Baoer was silently counting her own miserable condition, the shrill voice of a palace eunuch sounded outside the door, causing everyone in the room to hold their breath.

"Yes, I accept your order and thank you for your grace!"

Chu Xingchen bowed towards the direction of the imperial palace with an expressionless face. There was no humiliation, no resentment, and no joy. There was only calmness that made it impossible to tell his depth.