Chapter 11
Yin Su glanced at the two of them, puzzled: "Looking for me?"
The two men bent their waists slightly, leaned their heads forward slightly, and narrowed their eyes. "Yes, we are looking for you. We can see that City Lord Luo treats you very well. Before we left, he even invited you to meet again in his mansion in the future. We hope that when you meet City Lord Luo in the future, you can say a few good words for us in front of him. We will be very grateful."
Yin Su pulled his lips as if he had suddenly realized something: "So that's how it is. You two adults don't have to be so polite. Don't worry, if I have the opportunity to meet City Lord Luo in the future, I will definitely say a few good words for you two, but——"
He pretended to draw out the words, then suddenly stopped. He looked at the two of them, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and then he said, "I also have something to ask you two gentlemen."
Zou Yuan smiled secretly at the side.
Yin Su probably knew long ago that he couldn't get anything out of City Lord Luo, so he pretended to make the people around City Lord Luo think that City Lord Luo valued him and asked the two of them to come to him in person.
The two adults looked at each other, their eyes showing embarrassment, then they gritted their teeth, threw their sleeves, and steeled their hearts: "Brother Yin, if you have anything to ask, just say it, but whatever we two know, we will tell you truthfully."
Zou Yuan folded his arms, staring at the two fools who were about to take the bait with interest, and spoke for Yin Su: "We want to know where the escape door of Luocheng is. People say it's very detailed, but we don't want to see it with our own eyes."
"This...we don't know either. We only heard that the escape gate was left behind when Luo City was first built. It was said to be to prevent the enemy from breaking through the gate in the future, so that the people in the area could escape to Yun City in time."
"As for where the escape door is located, I'm afraid only the city lord knows it."
"It's just... why are you curious about this?" The two looked at them suspiciously.
Yin Su smiled, his eyes seemed to be filled with worries, like a falling leaf, revealing helplessness and sadness, and he sighed: "You two adults also know that we are not locals, but we want to live in Luocheng for a long time in the future. My friend is fine, he just came to do business and will leave today, and I came to Luocheng in the first place, I don't want to die here when the enemy attacks in the future, there must be a way out."
The two were startled and looked around. Seeing that no one was following them, they breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "Brother Yin, don't worry. Those people can't get in. Also, don't talk nonsense about the escape door. I'm afraid that only when that day comes, the city lord will reveal the truth."
He stroked his beard and continued, "Besides, almost everyone in Luocheng knows that there is an escape door, and the escape route goes all the way to Yuncheng. This is why many people are trying their best to settle in Luocheng."
"What do the people want? To eat healthily and live safely."
"If Brother Yin really wants to know, why not go and ask the city lord in person? It is said that when Luo City was first built, architectural drawings were passed down by successive city lords, marking all the places in Luo City, including the escape door."
Looking at the blueprint of Luo City, Yin Su curled his lips, and a light flashed in his eyes.
It was already evening when Yin Su returned to Jiang Mansion. When he arrived at Wenmingcui Garden, he stood in the courtyard and paused slightly. Through the window lattice, he could vaguely see the light inside.
"Son-in-law." Two maids knelt down and saluted while holding jade plates.
Yin Su nodded slightly and was about to go in when he heard a creak and the door to the hall opened. Madam Hong was about to step out of the door, but when she saw the tall figure in the yard, she shrank back and shouted into the house, "Miss, the son-in-law is back."
Then he said, "I will go and fetch the chicken soup that the young lady asked the kitchen to prepare for the son-in-law."
Chicken soup? Yin Su frowned slightly. Was it prepared for him?
He turned and walked into the hall, where a faint scent of plum blossoms lingered around his nose. Next to the table stood a gilded hollow copper stove with incense burning. The moonlight cleverly sneaked in through the tiny gap and sprinkled on the copper stove.
Jiang Zhaoli was sitting at the desk in plain clothes. Her face was not made up, her skin was fair and translucent, and her lips were naturally red, which was stunning.
The moonlight sprinkled on her slender hands, the contrast between light and dark made them appear even clearer. Her eyebrows were slightly drooping, her lips were slightly pursed, her black hair fell to her waist like a waterfall, and a few strands of black hair hung cleverly in front of her chest, adding a bit of tenderness. Her figure became even more charming in the interweaving of light and shadow.
She held the book in her hand and flipped through it carefully. Her fingertips were thin and long, and her movements of turning the pages were gentle and graceful, like a soothing painting, quiet and beautiful.
Jiang Zhaoli suddenly raised his little face, his eyebrows slightly curved, and his tone was gentle, as if a light feather was gently stirring something in his heart.
She looks even more beautiful when she smiles, like the crescent moon in the sky or the delicate peony.
"I'm back." Then he lowered his head and immersed himself in the book, saying without raising his head: "I asked the nanny to prepare food for you."
There was a lingering depression on Yin Su's brow. He was an hour later than expected today. She didn't ask him why he came back so late.
Yin Su was about to say "I've eaten" but the words disappeared in a flash. After a while, he only said "OK."
Perhaps she felt a little uncomfortable because she had kept her head down for so long, Jiang Zhaoli rubbed her slender white neck, put the emerald green leaf with clear patterns from the bamboo tube beside her into the book as a bookmark, then closed the book and put it on the bookshelf behind her.
Jiang Zhaoli stared at Yin Su's figure, then glanced at the window frame. She pursed her lips and said, "Yin Su... After dinner, please act out a play with me."
Yin Su pursed his lips and said "OK" in a gentle voice.
Jiang Zhaoli was immediately confused: "You agreed without asking what it is?"
Yin Su spoke slowly, his voice deep and rich: "No matter what it is, I will follow Madam Jiang's arrangements."
The two of them, one sitting and looking up, the other standing and looking down, looked into each other's eyes, each trying to figure out what was in the other's heart.
In a moment, the wet nurse brought up the chicken soup that had been specially stewed for nearly an hour. As soon as she placed it on the eight-immortals table and opened the porcelain lid, a rich smell of chicken soup instantly hit her face.
The chicken was yellow and attractive in color, and the chicken soup was rich and golden in color. There were also several plates of exquisite snacks placed on the table.
Yin Su sat at the table, staring at the plates of delicious food in front of him. For some reason, an emotion suddenly flashed through his mind, but the emotion was very faint, so faint that he couldn't tell what it was.
Jiang Zhaoli went back to the inner room to wash up. The two of them only exchanged a few words when he entered the room, and nothing else.
There is no interference and very little communication.
The nurse put the water on the basin rack as usual. She soaked the towel and wrung it dry, then wiped her cheek carefully in front of the bronze mirror.
The innermost room is a separate bathroom that is connected to the inner room. There is a bathing pool inside that can accommodate two people.
The maid had already prepared hot water, which was sprinkled with peony petals. The aroma was even more pleasant along with the hot steam.
Jiang Zhaoli took off her coat and hung it on the ridges at both ends of the mahogany hanger. Then she walked barefoot into the pool. After she was submerged in the water with huge smoke, she said to the nurse in the inner room, "Nanny, go and have a rest. I'll ask Chuntao to bring the clothes to you later."
The wet nurse had served her mother for half her life, and now she was serving her. A few days ago, she specially assigned two clever maids to serve the wet nurse. However, the wet nurse was not used to it, and soon sent them to work in other courtyards.
She naturally raised her arms, scooped some water with her delicate hands and sprinkled it on her arms on the water surface, then scooped some water with both hands and sprinkled it on her collarbone, letting the water soak every inch of her skin.
Jiang Zhaoli closed his eyes and soaked in the water, enjoying it. The comfortable feeling of the water temperature instantly reached every part of his body, washing away the whole day's fatigue and leaving only freshness.
She wanted to reach out and grab a towel to wipe herself, but the hanger was too far away.
She stood up to get it, and the water flowed along her skin, sinking back into the water. She bent her hands slightly, supporting herself on the edge of the pool with one hand, and reaching for the towel not far away with the other.
However, before she could touch him, she heard a steady and powerful sound of footsteps. Before she could react, the curtain was instantly lifted and her eyes were dazzled by the bright light. In the candlelight in the inner room, she could clearly see that gentle and handsome face.
Jiang Zhaoli's face suddenly changed and he covered his face and screamed.
His body instantly sank into the water, leaving only his head exposed to stare at the dark shadow. His eyes widened like a frightened deer, and they were wet from the mist. At first glance, he looked as if he had been bullied: "Yin Su, you...what are you doing here?"
She bit her lip tightly and stared at the tall and strong figure, feeling panic in her heart. Did he just... see everything?
Thinking of this, she became anxious and annoyed: "Who let you in?"
Yin Su saw this and turned around quickly. The silk in his hand was tightly grasped. His eyes sank and he tried to suppress the rage in his heart. He breathed slowly and spoke as softly as possible, "Didn't Madam Jiang ask Chuntao to call me in to deliver the clothes?"
Jiang Zhaoli's cheeks were red, his hands were clenched tightly under the water, his eyes were erratic, and his words were incoherent: "I...I didn't."
"I asked Chuntao to send it, not you. It was you...you heard it wrong."
Seeing his back tense, Jiang Zhao urged him anxiously, looking like he was about to cry: "You...you still don't get out."
Yin Su stared at the light shining through the curtains with deep eyes. The darkness seemed to cover up the emotions in his eyes ingeniously. He spoke calmly and without arrogance, and said, "Madam Jiang, if you need anything else, you can call me at any time."
He spoke as modestly, politely and elegantly as always. He was not affected by the recent incident at all and still maintained his proper demeanor.
Jiang Zhaoli covered his chest with one hand: "No... no need."
After Yin Su left, Jiang Zhaoli's whole body softened in the water. Without the nourishment of water, a few peony petals stuck tightly to Jiang Zhaoli's collarbone.
She casually pushed herself into the water, angrily splashed some water on her face and slapped it, trying to sober herself up. What was wrong? She was always calm, but why was she stuttering when she spoke just now?
Jiang Zhaoli sat in the pool for a while, began to wipe his body absentmindedly, and then wrapped himself in a milky white long-sleeved undergarment to prevent any skin from showing.
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