The night was dark, and Chu Yunyao lay drowsy on the bedside, yawning non-stop.
Bao'er stretched her eyelids, and couldn't stand it any longer: "Miss, the young commander-in-chief hasn't come back so late, why don't you go to bed early tonight and go to the young commander-in-chief tomorrow morning."
Chu Yunyao stretched her waist, put on her shoes and stood up: "I'll wait for him in Chuxing Tower, and I'll stay there tonight, you go to bed first, and lock the door."
Baoer helped her fasten her cloak, and locked the doors and windows after sending her out.
Chu Yunyao was wrapped in a cloak, and walked unsteadily in the direction of Chu Xing Tower.
The night was frosty and chilly.
Chu Yunyao trotted all the way to the Star Chu Building, stepping on cotton shoes and wrapped in a cloak.
The guard guarding the door of the study fell to the ground, unconscious.
Startled, Chu Yunyao looked at the half-closed door, listened for a moment, grabbed the pistol on the guard, kicked the door open, aimed at the person who was rummaging in front of the desk, and pulled the trigger.
With a "bang", the earth-shattering gunshots resounded throughout the Young Marshal's Mansion.
The man dodged it with agility, and the bullet hit the porcelain bottle on the table, and the fragments flew all over the place.
Seeing this, the man took out his pistol and fired at Chu Yunyao as well.
Chu Yunyao turned around to dodge.
The man fired a second shot at the brass lock on the drawer, grabbed the file bag inside, turned around and ran towards the window.
"Want to escape?" Chu Yunyao fired again, and the bullet hit the man's shoulder.
The man clung to the window sill with one hand and raised the pistol with the other.
"Bang" Chu Yunyao jumped forward and fired again. The bullet hit the man's slender wrist. The man's wrist shook and the pistol fell to the ground.
Chu Yunyao kicked the man in the back, and the man who hit him seemed helpless.
"Who the hell are you?" Chu Yunyao approached the thin woman in black, and pulled off her hood with lightning speed.
"It really is you?" Chu Yunyao sneered, and raised the gun again: "Qin Qiandai, you can't run away."
Just about to pull the trigger, she saw Qin Qiandai's lips hooked slightly, revealing a weird smile, and said something in Oriental words: "Chu Yunyao, I'm really small for you, and I will see you later."
A black pellet exploded in the study, and a plume of white smoke billowed past.
The door was knocked open from the outside, Chu Yunyao covered her mouth and nose, and fell heavily into a familiar embrace. The clear and cold fragrance lingered in her nostrils, and Mo Lingyuan's tense and low voice rang in her ears: "How are you? Are you hurt?"
After the fog cleared, Chu Yunyao coughed a few times and rubbed her arms, "It's okay, I just got kicked a few times."
Seeing the mess in the study, thinking that the person turned out to be Qin Qiandai, she hurriedly opened the drawer: "The documents you locked inside are gone, Qin Qiandai took them away."
Mo Lingyuan waved away the crowd, glanced at the empty drawer, and didn't look surprised at all, but just gave a faint "hmm".
Chu Yunyao: "..."
Could it be that Mo Lingyuan was deceived by Qin Qiandai, heartbroken, and heartbroken to the point of stupidity.
Chu Yunyao blinked her eyes: "Don't be sad, she took a shot at me, it's just me venting my anger for you."
Mo Lingyuan couldn't help laughing for a moment, and rubbed her arm with his palm: "Why should I be sad? That document was originally put in it and left for her on purpose."
Seeing several footprints on her clothes, Mo Lingyuan couldn't help frowning, and dragged her to the bedroom: "Show me where you are hurt."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to untie her shirt.