The night wind came with a bit of coolness, brushing her long hair that was scattered behind her back, flying in the air.
Mo Lingyuan ordered the housekeeper: "Go to the bedroom of the young lady and bring a coat."
The butler got the order, and walked into the bedroom while calling "Miss Bao'er."
After a while, he hurried over again, "It's terrible, Miss Bao'er passed out."
Chu Yunyao didn't care about the assassin lying on the ground, glared at Mo Lingyuan, and hurriedly ran into the side room.
Mo Lingyuan followed her into the bedroom.
At a glance, there were traces of fighting in the messy room, the dressing table was in a mess, and bottles and cans were scattered all over the floor.
Tables and chairs were lying on the floor.
The gauze curtain was roughly torn off, the brocade was cut by a sharp knife, and the cotton wool in the pillow was scattered everywhere.
There is a faint fragrance in the air.
Mo Lingyuan's hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, and the veins popping out on his forehead were faintly visible.
He ground his teeth, turned around and went to the side hall.
Bao'er was lying on the bed, her face was pale and pale, she was not awakened by the sound of chickens and dogs jumping in the yard at all, she slept unconsciously, as if she was dead.
Chu Yunyao supported her arm with one hand, and rested on her pulse with the other hand, her face was serious, her eyes were fixed on her face.
Rolling his eyelids, he called her a few times in a soft voice, but Bao'er didn't respond.
Mo Lingyuan felt more and more uncomfortable.
She can speak softly to Bao'er, but she speaks harshly to herself.
In her heart, he can't even compare to a personal servant girl.
Mo Lingyuan wished to exchange places with Bao'er, and hoped that he would be the one Chu Yunyao held in his hands and cared for carefully.
"Bring water." Chu Yunyao ordered among the people holding Bao'er without raising their heads.
The butler hurriedly took a glass of water, walked up to Mo Lingyuan, and wanted to pass the glass to Mo Lingyuan, but seeing that Mo Lingyuan had no intention of showing his favor at all, he had to hand the water glass to Chu Yunyao himself.
Chu Yunyao poured a glass of water on Bao'er's face.
Bo'er still didn't wake up.
Chu Yunyao took a deep breath, wiped Bao'er's face dry with a handkerchief, and said, "Bring an embroidery needle."
The housekeeper hurriedly went to look for embroidery needles.
Chu Yunyao aimed several needles at Bao'er's acupuncture points, and Bao'er woke up faintly.
Chu Yunyao finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Bao'er, how are you?"
"What's the matter?" Bao'er said weakly, seeing the butler and the young marshal standing in front of the bed, trying to sit up with their arms propped up, but they couldn't even move, "Miss, I'm so weak that I can't move. "
"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine when you wake up." Chu Yunyao comforted, "It's just a little drug inhaled."
When Mo Lingyuan saw Bao'er like this, the anger in his heart was like a tsunami, rolling up turbulent waves.
If Chu Yunyao was the unconscious person after inhaling the smoke, then what he saw right now was a corpse with a bayonet pierced through the heart.
Mo Lingyuan only felt a chill rushing from his back, reaching directly to his forehead and heart.
Hearing this, Bao'er rolled her eyelids feebly, startled and frightened, "Miss, who is going to kill us?"
"It has nothing to do with you, he has already been caught." Chu Yunyao changed Bao'er's pillow again, "We will move out when you recover some strength after dawn."
"Where are you going to move?" Mo Lingyuan panicked, "You don't think it's safe to live in Wangyue Pavilion, you can move to my star storage building."
Chu Yunyao's eyebrows were sharp, "I lived in the Young Marshal's mansion quite well, but in the middle of the night, I was suddenly assassinated by someone whom the Young Marshal trusted. Doesn't the Young Marshal plan to give me a reasonable explanation first?"