Chapter 304 Butler Chen

In the room, the stove was burning, and a thin figure gently opened the wooden door. Perhaps he was afraid of coldness entering the room. As soon as he got in, he quickly closed the door.

When he turned around, it was Chen Moer, the little maid.

She walked gently to the bed and looked at Yang Yanzhao, who was unconscious. The little tiger bit her lips with her teeth, and her face was full of bitterness.

Since he can remember, Chen Moer has lost his mother, and the father and daughter depend on each other. Although his father also loves her in every way, he has never played with her happily, let alone told strange stories to make her happy.

Therefore, Chen Moer was very grateful to Yang Yanzhao. Her gentle smile and funny things that often teased her were extremely happy.

Even if she hides in the quilt late at night, the little girl will have fun alone.

And this kind of life is what she likes most.

But now Yang Yanzhao, who is regarded as Chen Moer's brother, is inexplicably seriously injured. When she heard the news, she was in tears and couldn't help cursing secretly. What kind of bad people should bear this cruelty?

Thinking about it, the tears actually fell down, and they couldn't stop sobbing.

For a long time, the little girl wiped her tearful cheeks randomly, stepped forward and carefully. After doing this, just as she sat at the head of the bed and wanted to accompany Yang Yanzhao, she squeaked, and the door of the room was opened again.

"Mue, why are you here?"

The housekeeper Chen, who was holding the medicine bowl, obviously did not expect that Chen Moer would be in the room and said in surprise, but he couldn't help but feel relieved when he remembered the little girl's sticky strength towards Yang Yanzhao in the past half month.

He stepped forward, put the hot medicine bowl in his hand on the table, pinched Chen Moer's face, and whispered, "Go back to the house and rest. Dad boiled the medicine, and the adult will wake up soon after taking it."

Hearing this, Chen Mo'er pouted and ignored it. Housekeeper Chen understood that the little girl was annoyed that he deliberately did not recognize the daughter in front of people these days, so he smiled apologetically, "Go ahead, can't you trust your father?"

He slanted his eyes and looked at the smiling face that came up. Chen Moer did not make a sound, but turned around and held the medicine bowl to feed Yang Yanzhao soup.

It was not until he finished feeding the last spoonful and carefully wiped the corners of Yang Yanzhao's mouth that Chen Moer whispered, "Dad, Mo'er went back first."

After Chen Moer left, the housekeeper Chen couldn't help shaking his head and wrying bitterly. He looked at Yang Yanzhao on the bed and said with a little taste, "You are really lucky to make Moer worry about you. Even my own father, he is not as considerate as you."

Reaching out his hand to Yang Yanzhao's pulse. Later, a trace of doubt flashed between his eyebrows. "This body bone is well polished, but the injury is not serious. It's just that the skill is sealed by the original 'Sun and Moon Mahayana Light' created by the madman. It's really a pity for your cultivation."

With that, Butler Chen went to the shoes and socks, helped Yang Yanzhao to sit up, and healed him with another luck.

In this way, two days later, when Yang Yanzhao woke up, he only felt that there was still a faint pain in his body, and his whole body was a little numb because he had been lying for a long time.

Sitting up and leaning against the head of the bed, thinking about what happened that night, I felt more and more that I couldn't see through. Who sent the killer, is it Yelu Xiuge or someone else?

On that day, Ye Luxian on the hall did not kill himself, but it did not mean that those who wanted to kill him would not attack secretly, but who it was, Yang Yanzhao could not think of a clue for a moment. He had to make up his mind and be more cautious in the future.

After thinking for a moment, I couldn't help thinking of the person who saved him when he fainted. He seemed to be very much like Butler Chen. The skills of kicking the assassin, even if he glanced at it in a hurry, was enough for Yang Yanzhao to be shocked.

What's more, there was another assassin hidden in the dark, and it disappeared so quietly. This matter must have something to do with him.

Once, he had always regarded housekeeper Chen as an ordinary person sent by Ye Luxian to monitor him. It was not until this time that Yang Yanzhao understood that this loyal and honest housekeeper had an extraordinary history, and perhaps he was also a master of self-degrading identity.

Thoughts are flying. The bitterness between Yang Yanzhao's eyebrows has been gathering for a long time. For a long time, he had to sigh, which was also his carelessness. For him, going to the capital is no different from the Longtan tiger's den. He should be careful in all kinds of ways. However, these days is safe and sound, and he almost lost his life in the north. Thinking of this, it turned out to be a Cold sweat.

Taking a few deep breaths, Yang Yanzhao lifted the thick quilt, got off the bed, and opened the wooden door. It should still be the day, but the sky was gloomy, the sky was thick with thick clouds, the north wind roared, and it was extremely cold outside the house.

Standing in the corridor, I felt the piercing cold wind rushing towards me. Suddenly, I felt that the inexplicable depression in my heart was also like the dust blown away by the wind all over the sky. Suddenly, all the uneasiness gradually dissipated, leaving only a trace of silence.

Turning around, he happened to see Butler Chen coming with a medicine bowl on one side of the eaves. Yang Yanzhao hurriedly greeted him and saluted him, "Thank you very much, Housekeeper Chen."

"Dangdang!"

Under the crisp sound, the hot soup was sprinkled on the ground, and the splashed Yang Yanzhao's white robe was full of brown spots.

"Your Excellency forgive me, my Excellency forgive me!"

Housekeeper Chen panicked forward and wiped Yang Yanzhao randomly with his sleeves. His eyes were full of fear. Later, when he saw that he could not be wiped clean, he lowered his head and stood there. His slightly fat body trembled and trembled, and he kept saying, "Lord, spare my life, the villain will not dare to do it next time..."

This cowardly appearance doesn't have the strong momentum of killing the assassin that night. For a moment, Yang Yanzhao was also in a trance. Is it possible that he saw the wrong person?

He stared at Butler Chen tightly. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but the sweat on his forehead obviously could not be faked.

Maybe he is really mistaken.

Yang Yanzhao sighed secretly and stepped forward to hold the housekeeper Chen, who was still shaking. His hands were very cold, and there was a trace of cold sweat in the palms. Obviously, he was extremely scared at this moment.

"Housekeeper Chen, it's okay. I'll go back to the house and change my robe. I've been taking good care of you these days. Now that I've recovered, I don't need to boil this soup anymore."

After saying that, he turned around and left. When the housekeeper Chen, who stayed in place, saw him enter the room, he raised his head, wiped off the sweat in front of his forehead with his sleeves, and exhaled a turbid breath.

"It's okay, it's okay, otherwise it will be recognized by this boy, and there will be no stable life in the future..."

With that, he reached out and picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground one by one. He thought that he was not careful, but his hand was punctured. Suddenly, the housekeeper Chen whispered, pulled the cloth on his body and wrapped his injured fingers, and frowned, as if it was very painful.

On the other side, Yang Yanzhao, standing by the door, retreated to the room quietly. He couldn't figure it out more and more. What he saw that night was clearly Housekeeper Chen, but why was he so scared just now? Was it a deliberate appearance?

He meditated and sat quietly in front of the bookcase. Yang Yanzhao thought about getting along with Housekeeper Chen. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he might have hallucinations and recognized the wrong person.

For a long time, Housekeeper Chen has been submissive. Although he is monitoring him, he has not found that he has the skills to do, and he has no momentum to be a master at all.

If it weren't for Housekeeper Chen, who would have protected him secretly?

After thinking for a long time, Yang Yanzhao's beautiful face full of obscene smiles flashed in his mind. If anyone doesn't want him to die, I'm afraid she is the only one in the whole capital.

Empress Xiao Zhuo, the queen of Shude Hall.