An'er trembled, frightened by him, and shrank her neck: "Okay..."

Guo Yixue pulled Yun Qingmin's hand and whispered: "Don't scare her..."

Yun Qingmin glanced at An'er coolly as if warning, then withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and smiled at Guo Yixue: "Yes."

An'er smiled reluctantly, turned around and walked ahead: "I, let me take you to see somewhere else. Some are performing stunts and so on, they are very powerful..."

This time, she did not introduce food anymore. Anyone who is not smart knows that Yun Qingmin will not let Guo Yixue eat.

Guo Yixue touched Yun Qingmin's hand and complained: "Look, how sad she is."

Yun Qingmin smiled and looked up at An'er's back, thoughtfully.

**

Cheshuo closed the door and stood behind the door for a while. After making sure that there was no unnecessary breathing sound around the room, outside the room, or on the roof, she lifted her steps, walked to the table, and sat down.

He raised his left hand, and with his right hand took out a small package of things wrapped in rags from his left hand, put it on the table, and opened it gently. The rags wrapped in the rags were the leftovers from the dinner not long ago.

He then took out the special silver mini chopsticks wrapped in white cloth from his cuffs.

The slender white fingers of his right hand nimbly picked up a sour plum in the rags with small chopsticks. With the other hand, he picked up the small cup on the table and put it in. He repeated this action several times, one by one.

Put some leftovers of the rags into small cups.

Then, he stood up and found a stack of silver needles and a small porcelain jar in the baggage he carried with him.

He sat down at the table again, took out one of the silver needles, and tried the sour plum. There was no change in the silver needle.

Cheshuo's face remained calm, and she didn't even flutter her eyelashes.

He took out other silver needles in turn and tried all the leftovers respectively, but there was no change in any of the silver needles.

Carefully placing the silver needle on a roll of white cloth, he picked up the small porcelain jar, opened it, and slowly sprinkled the fine white powder on the silver needle.

The silver needle gradually changed.

The sharp needle began to turn gray, and gradually became darker and darker until it was completely black.

There was finally some change on Cheshuo's face, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, half-smiling.

He really guessed that the third prince was not a simple character. He had underestimated him.

He got up, re-wrapped the leftovers in rags, and put them into his sleeves. He washed the silver mini chopsticks with tea, wrapped them, and put them into his sleeves. Finally, he covered the blackened silver needles with white cloth.

Wrap it up and hold it over the burning candle until it turns to ashes.

After doing all the follow-up matters, he checked to make sure that no traces were left, then walked to the window, opened it, lit the firework stick that Yun Qingmin had given him not long ago, and pointed it at the dark sky.

"call out--"

Ordinary, those fireworks sticks played by children, the sound is fast and a bit sharp, almost undetectable without paying attention, there are no gorgeous colored sparks or anything, no characteristics.

Cheshuo put away the remaining sticks, closed the window, took out the medical book in her bag, and read it intently by the flickering candlelight.

**

Wen Beiyao suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.

Yiran followed his gaze and saw nothing but darkness.

"What's wrong?" She was curious about his reaction.

Wen Beiyao lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Go back to the inn. It's been a long time since we left."

It's been a while, but the street is still very busy, but...
Chapter completed!