Qi Yan looked at Yu Xi indifferently for a long time, and then a series of conjectures slowly overflowed from his mouth.

"The court is in turmoil right now because of the accession of the new emperor. All factions hope that their supporters will ascend the throne."

"Therefore, as long as the ministers and forces have brains, they know that they should focus their attention on the right place at this moment. And you, just a 'suspected' spy, will not make them make a big fuss."

"In addition, you have been in prison before, and you were released at that time because there was no evidence. Even if they caught a spy, they would not spend too much energy on you."

"So, Yu Xi." Qi Yan concluded his speech: "Do you really think that the people who want to kill you are from Daliang?"

...

Every word has a basis, and even the things that Yu Xi didn't understand before, after putting this matter into consideration, all made sense.

Meeting Qi Yan's indifferent gaze, Yu Xi suddenly smiled.

"Let's talk about this later."

Yu Xi was injured, and Qi Yan did not dare to act rashly. This wine shop was like a cage at the moment, airtight. Qi Yan had no idea how many unknown dangers were lurking in the darkness. Yu Xi

's injury was not serious. For someone like him who walks on the edge of a knife, it was normal to have some wound medicine in his room. The bleeding from the wound had stopped, and Qi Yan was taking care of him by his side, fearing that the wound would become inflamed and cause him to have a hot head, which would be bad.

"We can't call a doctor right now, so you'd better stay covered in the quilt and don't move. If you feel any discomfort on the wound, be sure to tell me and I'll clean it for you."

Qi Yan instructed, and even though Yu Xi's face turned pale, he reluctantly agreed.

"What should we do with that person's body?"

"Just kick it out the door." Yu Xi was sweating profusely: "I'll go upstairs to take a look when my wound gets better."

"Why should I wait until your wound gets better?" Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "I can go and take a look too."

"No! You are unarmed, and you don't even have basic internal skills. If you meet an enemy, you will definitely not be able to escape!"

This restaurant is now full of dangers. Even he can't get out unscathed, so how could Yu Xi let Qi Yan go out alone.

Qi Yan also knew that he had no ability, so he remained silent and turned to drag the body out. After returning, he filled the basin with some spare water and washed his bloody hands.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this conspiracy." Yu Xi lay on the bed, weakly opened her lips, and her voice was faint and ethereal, as if she would die in the next second.

"Don't talk anymore, it's a waste of energy." Qi Yan poured a glass of water and walked over to him, putting it to his lips: "What should we do now?"

"I have already released the signal bomb when you were asleep." Yu Xi said: "This matter is very strange, so... I'm afraid I can't guarantee that you will be safe, but I will do my best to keep you safe."

"At this time, what's the point of saying those useless things." Qi Yan lowered his eyes and murmured: "I don't know what's going on in the government office. I haven't been back for so long, I'm afraid it has caused chaos."

"If it's just Lord Liu, then there's nothing to worry about." Yu Xi took a sip of water from Qi Yan's hand: "I usually take care of a lot. Although Lord Liu is greedy, he is trustworthy."

It was rare to hear Yu Xi praising Daliang officials, and that official was Lord Liu whom Qi Yan despised.

The restaurant is so big, there must be a place where thieves hide.

Yu Xi's mental state was not very good. He was sleeping and talking nonsense. In the middle of the night, his hands and feet were cold.

Fortunately, he didn't have a fever, which meant that the wound was not inflamed. Qi Yan took care of him all night, and it was not until the early morning that Yu Xi's face regained a hint of redness.

After a tiring night, Qi Yan felt a headache, so he lay down on the edge of the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

Day and night alternated, just like the night did not understand why people worked during the day, and the day did not understand why the night was so dark.

When he opened his eyes again, Qi Yan's pupils focused, and what caught his eyes was a piece of gauze.

This was obviously the top of the bed, and Qi Yan closed his eyes because the white light around him stung his eyes.

After a pause, Qi Yan opened his eyes again, and the surrounding scenery had gradually taken shape. Qi Yan only felt that he was powerless, and he wanted to speak but his voice was very hoarse.

He tilted his head slightly and found that this was a small room, and judging from the red paint on the walls, it was not the Xuanhu Wine House.

"Are you awake?" A strange voice came to his ears: "I'll go call the master."

Qi Yan had a lot of questions to ask. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He could only watch the back of the maid-like woman leaving.

The woman went out for a quarter of an hour, and when she came back, she was followed by a man in gorgeous clothes.

The man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his angular face was extremely cold, as if ice chips would overflow in the next second. His long hair was tied up high and fixed behind his head meticulously. His stern aura and expression made Qi Yan, who had just woken up, feel a little cold.

"Master, he..."

"Get out." The man's voice was as cold and terrifying as himself.

The maid bit her lower lip dejectedly, a light of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, but she still retreated respectfully.

No one here dared to doubt the man's words in the slightest. Of course, you can also doubt, but the result is unknown.

It should be said that those who know the result are no longer in this world.

After the maid left, Qi Yan and the man were the only ones left in the room.

Under the gaze of the man's dark pupils, Qi Yan forced his sore and weak body to sit up and looked at the man vigilantly.

"You..." Just after uttering a syllable, Qi Yan's throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't make a sound.

The man's indifferent eyes moved away from Qi Yan's face, and under his gaze, he slowly walked to the table, poured a glass of water and approached the bed.

"You've been in a coma for three days, and you still want to talk." The man handed the cup to him: "Drink it yourself."

Qi Yan looked at him for a long time before he dared to take the cup. The dryness in his throat was like a desolate desert. Qi Yan could not wait to gulp down the water. He almost choked because he drank it in a hurry.

His impatient look made the man frown deeply, and he snorted coldly: "How rude."

After drinking the water, Qi Yan had a little more strength, because the violent cough just now made him regain his voice after not speaking for three days.

"Who are you? Where is this place? Where is Yu Xi?"

"Shouldn't you worry about yourself?" The man stood with his hands behind his back: "Who are you, Yu Xi?"