Cannon fodder and female supporting role, a match made in heaven

Shen Zhaozhao felt very uncomfortable along the way because Jiang Jinyan's eyes kept moving between her and Chu Yu.

But when she looked over, he quickly avoided her gaze, with the tips of his ears slightly red.

Finally, when the carriage entered the gate of the imperial city, the noisy sound broke the eerie atmosphere in the carriage.

Jiang Jinyan lifted a corner of the curtain and looked around. Bright lights were scattered everywhere, shining with the stars in the sky. The entire prosperous Jian'an City was shining like a star city in the sky.

It was only half an hour after dark and it was not yet curfew. The wide streets were bustling with cars and people, and the shouts of small vendors could be heard one after another.

The wind blew to the tea stalls and taverns, making the hung signs, flags and lanterns rustle.

The lattice windows of the tavern reflected the figures of people toasting each other, clinking cups and passing them around, with laughter and joy overflowing from every door and window. Smoke was rising in the teahouse, and the tea drinkers were leisurely listening to the storyteller telling stories, and when the story got to the exciting part, they would applaud out of respect.

The rich smell of fireworks filled the entire street.

Jiang Jinyan had never been to the imperial city before, and when he saw such a lively scene, he couldn't help but open his mouth in amazement.

I happened to pass by the Cangxiang Pavilion and the Yueyuan Qiong Tower, where lights were dim, music was playing, and wind instruments were playing.

A faint and pleasant Buddhist fragrance wafted out, and Shen Zhaozhao smelled it, without any evil scent.

There is no shortage of magicians in the imperial city who are good at catching monsters. Without Liu Yingxue's protection, the monsters can no longer hide here. Today, the Zangxiang Pavilion is just an ordinary place for fireworks.

The carriage was moving slowly in the crowd until we saw the plaque of Anyuan Marquis's Mansion. The driver in front pulled in his horse and called out, "Everyone, we've arrived."

Shen Zhaozhao glanced at the sky and hesitated. He was afraid that it would disturb Marquis An Yuan now. He was unsure of what to do, so he had to ask Jiang Jinyan and Chu Yu for their opinions.

After some discussion, they decided to stay in the inn for one night and then go to Anyuan Marquis Mansion tomorrow.

When the carriage stopped at an empty space next to the inn, Jiang Jinyan jumped off the carriage first and said sympathetically, "Fellow Daoist Chu, let me carry you down."

Shen Zhaozhao clearly felt Chu Yu's body stiffen.

Thinking of the scene when Xie Yanshu carried him all the way out of the inn, and then Jiang Jinyan took him over in the carriage, she couldn't help but want to laugh. She guessed Chu Yu would not agree.

As expected, Chu Yu paused and directly rejected Jiang Jinyan's kindness: "No, thank you, Brother Jiang."

Jiang Jinyan took a step forward, spread out his hands and pretended to catch him: "Come on, Fellow Daoist Chu, your wound will split if you come down by yourself." His pills worked well. Although they only treated the symptoms and not the root cause, as long as Chu Yu did not move drastically, normal walking would not be a problem.

Chu Yu stared at Jiang Jinyan's hand, raised his eyes and saw several pedestrians stopped and looked in their direction, frowned and refused: "Really not necessary, I can do it myself."

The girl's low laughter was heard beside his ear. Chu Yu glanced at her sideways, secretly pinched her waist, and said in a low voice: "You're still laughing."

Shen Zhaozhao said he was innocent.

Jiang Jinyan still maintained his movements. Seeing that Chu Yu seemed a little embarrassed, he smiled generously and said, "Don't be embarrassed, Fellow Daoist Chu. When you were unconscious before, Fellow Daoist Xie and I also carried you to the carriage like this."

Chu Yu's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this. He turned his head to look at Shen Zhaozhao with a questioning look in his eyes.

Shen Zhaozhao responded with an affirmative look and said seriously, "Daoyou Jiang said that it is better to hold you in an embrace than to support you, so as to prevent your wound from splitting."

The unconscious Chu Yu could be manipulated by them, but it was obvious that Chu Yu would never allow someone to carry him down from the carriage while he was conscious.

She jumped out of the carriage holding up her skirt, asked the driver for a stool, and carefully helped Chu Yu out of the carriage.

After traveling for two or three days, the group was exhausted and had not had a good rest. The driver decided to stay here for one night and continue their journey tomorrow.

The waiter came forward warmly, took the horse away to feed it, and the four of them came into the inn, but were told by the innkeeper that there were only three vacant rooms.

Jiang Jinyan thought about it and suggested, "Why don't I share a room with Fellow Daoist Chu?"

Shen Zhaozhao nodded and thought it was feasible. Jiang Jinyan was a medical practitioner and could take good care of the injured Chu Yu.

They both looked at Chu Yu.

Chu Yu couldn't help but frown, and the resistance on his face was evident.

Seeing this, the driver said in a weak voice: "Why don't I just stay in the carriage for one night."

Mr. Xie gave him generous fare, and Jiang Jinyan also gave him a lot of food along the way, which made him feel embarrassed.

Chu Yu pursed his lips and looked at Shen Zhaozhao.

Shen Zhaozhao understood what he meant, but was a little hesitant.

The black gas in her sea of ​​consciousness emerged from the soil and circled around her tree of life. When she thought Chu Yu was going to use the black gas to stir up her sea of ​​consciousness again, her whole body trembled, but it was not a tearing pain.

The black gas dispersed and gently swept over the tender leaves, then gathered into a ball and turned into a rabbit shape. It put its palms together and bowed to her, then turned into a sentence: Promise me, please.

Looks like she's acting like a spoiled brat?!

Chu Yu is acting coquettishly to her!

"I promise! Chu Yu and I will share a room!" Shen Zhaozhao got excited, raised his hand high, and blurted out.

When she came to her senses, she saw Jiang Jinyan and the coachman staring at her in shock.

She retracted her hand, gritted her teeth, and weakly explained, "I'll sleep on the floor. I'll sleep on the floor."

Chu Yu nodded slowly, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Let's arrange it this way. I'm used to Zhao Zhao taking care of me."

Since all parties involved agree, naturally others will have no objections.

After ordering a few dishes, they sat around the table to eat dinner. The driver and Jiang Jinyan hadn't had a proper meal for several days, so they ate voraciously.

A few people at other tables drank some wine and talked about the gossip in the city.

A skinny young man spoke first: "I heard that An Yuanhou hasn't woken up yet. What do you think is the reason?"

"What else could the reason be? It must be an evil spirit, otherwise how could a healthy person suddenly fall into a deep sleep. I heard that the palace also sent a royal physician to check on Marquis Anyuan, and there's nothing wrong with his health." The older and rounder elder took a sip of wine and burped loudly before continuing.

The other middle-aged man nodded and said mysteriously, "The Anyuan Marquis's son secretly invited many experts to perform rituals."

A boy of eight or nine years old in plain clothes beside him stopped eating and raised his head to ask the man, "Dad, why do you want to ask for help from a master in secret?"

The man slapped his son on the forehead unceremoniously and said in a low voice, "Eat your meal."

The child snorted in dissatisfaction and pouted his lips.

The elder smiled and put the last piece of meat into the child's bowl.

The child's emotions come and go quickly, and he ate his meal happily.

The skinny young man was also puzzled: "Third Uncle, why did the Anyuan Marquis invite the master secretly?"

The elder deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by others, but his voice was rough and people at the neighboring tables could hear it. Shen Zhaozhao discovered that not only their table was listening, but others also pricked up their ears.

"Hey, have you forgotten? There was something strange in the imperial mausoleum before, didn't Marquis Anyuan also invite an expert to go in and check the situation?"

He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to their table. He continued, "The emperor didn't like these experts in the first place. He thought they were just trying to be mysterious. Marquis Anyuan had to persuade the emperor to let them enter the imperial mausoleum. As a result, those experts made a mess in the imperial mausoleum. I heard that the gems inlaid on the top were all gone. When the emperor found out, he was very angry and threatened to chop off their heads! How dare the prince commit such a crime against the wind?"

Shen Zhaozhao shrank his neck unconsciously. These experts who were being beheaded by the emperor, were they them?

She coughed slightly.

Chu Yu looked up and met Shen Zhaozhao's pair of almond-shaped eyes that were blinking at him.

He also heard what they said and nodded slightly in response.

Shen Zhaozhao was in a heavy mood. He went down the mountain and offended the emperor of the world.

His eyes fell on her slightly puffed face, and a smile appeared in Chu Yu's eyes. He rubbed his fingers a few times and resisted the urge to pinch her face.

The young man clicked his tongue twice and said indifferently: "I heard that those masters are immortals. Isn't it said that immortals regard money as dirt? Will they steal this gem?"

Shen Zhaozhao lowered her head silently. People who practice Taoism would not regard money as dirt. On the contrary, when she was out, she cared about money a lot, but they definitely did not steal the gems.

The elder raised his head and drank another glass of wine, smacking his lips: "Who knows?"

The skinny young man was listening with great interest and was about to say something when a pair of intimidating hands were placed on his shoulders. Turning around, he saw a young man in plain clothes with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.

The man glanced at their table. His eyes were warm and without any murderous intent, but his words were frightening.

"Those who make irresponsible remarks about His Majesty should be punished by death."

The old man's expression changed, and he looked at the man unhappily. Seeing that he was dressed in ordinary clothes, he cursed secretly and said with his neck stiff, "Did we say His Majesty? Who heard it?"

The store suddenly became quiet and looked lively.

The old man was afraid of causing more trouble, so he snorted coldly, picked up the little boy and walked out, and the others followed behind.

The man shrugged and didn't care.

Keenly aware of the gazes hovering over him, he met Shen Zhaozhao's gaze, the playful smile on the corner of his mouth still in place.

Shen Zhaozhao was slightly startled, lowered his head and avoided the sight.

Watching the fun is a small matter, but getting into trouble is a big matter.

Her intuition told her that this person was not simple.

She couldn't help but take another sneak peek, only to find that the man's eyes were still lingering on their table.

The man in plain clothes saw her looking at him again and winked at her playfully with a frivolous smile.

Shen Zhaozhao: “…” It seems like I’ve been overthinking it.

This guy looks completely cynical.

Shen Zhaozhao didn't even look at the man again. He ate his meal seriously, making his face puffy.