The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Chapter 415: You also like me
As she thought, she saw Han Shiyan's eyelashes twitching slightly.

Gu Shiwei's breath was stagnant. She turned around and was about to climb through the window to leave, but she saw that the man lying on the bed didn't even move. His breathing was even, and he had obviously fallen into a deep sleep.

Gu Shiwei breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked to the desk.

On top of it was placed a piece of paper that Han Shiyan had written densely before. Because he had just written it not long ago, the ink on it was still wet.

On top of those papers, there was a large wooden box. The box was not locked, or even closed properly, and a corner of the drawing paper inside was exposed.

Gu Shinwei remembered seeing Han Shiyan panicked from a distance before, and couldn't help but raise his hand to open the wooden box curiously.

Just looking at it made my heart beat loudly.

It was at a corner of the street in Bianjing City. She still remembered that it was at a snack stall near the Kaifeng government office. She was eating happily with a big bowl, while Han Shiyan, who was sitting opposite, had chopsticks in his hands and looked down gently. Holding her.

Anyone can see how affectionate the young man in the painting is.

And there is a box full of such paintings.

Gu Shiwei's fingers slowly moved towards the painting, and stopped when they landed on Han Shiyan's eyes in the painting.

It was obviously just a painting, but Gu Shiwei felt that his fingers were burning.

She raised her other hand to cover her eyes...

She wondered if she could beat Po Meng with her most ferocious sword skills, and she didn't want to drink that bowl of Po Meng soup.

Gu Shiwei thought, took a deep breath, and slowly closed the box without looking at the remaining paintings.

She was afraid that if she continued to watch, she would be reluctant to leave Bianjing.

Her palms were extremely sore, as if she no longer had the strength to hold a sword.

Gu Shinwei sighed softly. She forced herself to look away from the wooden box and looked at the paper that Han Shiyan had written densely before.

At this look, he was slightly startled, and all his rationality returned.

Han Shiyan wrote the account books.

If she remembered correctly, this was the Hong family's secret account of Canglang Mountain that Song Yu, Ying Furong, had taken out.

Song Yu just took out this account book temporarily last night, and Han Shiyan looked at it for a short while in the courtroom.

The account book is still in the hands of Kaifeng Prefecture Yin Wang Yihe. She just saw Han Shiyan write it down with her own eyes without even writing a word.

Therefore, Gu Shiwei couldn't help but turn his head and look at Han Shiyan on the bed.

He was still lying there quietly. Because of his fever, there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead and the tip of his nose. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had had a wonderful dream.

The syrup on the peach blossom cake is almost melting... If you don't eat it, you will miss the delicious taste.

Gu Shinwei's mind buzzed, she was really seriously ill!

She thought about it, turned her head quickly with her ears red, and continued to stare at the account book on the table.

So, Han Shiyan read it once and wrote down everything in the account book?
It was an account book, not the Four Books and Five Classics, nor a storybook, but countless strings of numbers that seemed unrelated at first glance.

It’s simply terrifying!
But why did Han Shiyan write down the account book silently? Could it be that he discovered something wrong with the account book?
When it came to the case, Gu Shiwei's heart felt as if it had been scratched by a kitten's paws, and he felt uncomfortable all over! Yushitai actually knew clues that the Imperial City Division did not know!
I simply...can't wait to pull Han Shiyan up from the bed...

Gu Shiwei thought and shook her head. She originally wanted to leave Bianjing earlier...

What she didn't know was that Han Shiyan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, trying hard not to laugh out loud!
But he tried every possible means and even broke out in sweat, but he still couldn't suppress the raised corners of his mouth!

Fortunately, Gu Shiwei only glanced at him and turned away again.

Han Shiyan thought, restraining himself from the urge to jump up from the bed, rush forward and hug Gu Shiwei from the back.

He wanted to bury his head in her neck and ask her why?
She obviously has him in her heart, why should she refuse...

She was obviously as sad as him, wasn't she?

This is nothing like the fearless Gu Nuxia!
Han Shiyan thought about it and felt that the room was empty, as if it suddenly became deserted.

His eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes. As expected, the table in front of him was empty, and Gu Shiwei had already left.

Han Shiyan looked at it and finally stopped holding it in. He sat on the bed and chuckled. His eyes fell on his fingers, which were still wrapped with the hair he had picked off the osmanthus tree earlier.

Just as he was smiling, he heard the door creak and be pushed open.

Chang Guan looked at him with a frightened expression and raised his hands, "Master, I have returned from delivering the medicine. Mr. Gu is not in the house and has gone out to do some business. Shili collected the soup and medicine and gave some ginger candies in return. She did it herself.”

"It is said that soaking it in water and drinking it can make you sweat and bring out the cold."

Chang Guan said with hesitation on his face, "Young Master, people who are rejected for marriage usually cry. No one will laugh."

"Don't you think so?"... Chang Guan said, his tone a little firmer, "Don't you think you've burned out your brain?"

His young master is really getting more and more crazy and is already terminally ill.

"I have already checked. There is no Imperial City Secretary lying under the bed. Master, if you want to cry, just cry. Zhang Chunting will not write it down in your booklet."

Chang Guan waited for a long time, but he didn't hear the sentence "If you can't speak, just shut up and no one will think you are mute." Instead, he heard Han Shiyan's spring-breathing smile.

He was so horrified that he rushed towards the door and stammered, "The great doctor, the great doctor..."

Han Shiyan reluctantly suppressed his smile, "Zhang Guan, I'm fine."

Chang Guan paused and glanced at Han Shiyan suspiciously. He was slightly relieved when he saw that although his face was still red, he looked much more energetic.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the window was open. He hurriedly walked over and muttered, "Why is the window open? Young master can't blow the cold wind."

"Don't close it, I want to see the osmanthus tree."

"What's so beautiful about the sweet-scented osmanthus tree? It hasn't bloomed yet. Now it's just green leaves. Last time, the young master said that he wanted to pull it out and plant a pear tree that Gu's family likes!"

Han Shiyan leaned on the bed, "Well, if you don't pull out the osmanthus tree, then plant a pear tree."

Chang Guan didn't understand why Han Shiyan changed his mind again. He shook his head, forget it, his normal mind couldn't understand what was going on in his young master's abnormal mind.

"Hitch the carriage for me, I want to go out."

"Sir, you haven't recovered from your illness yet. What are you doing out there? Where are you going? Master Gu is not in the mansion, and the Imperial City Secretary will not take a bath today."