Host, You're Targeted

Of course, TingYang dare not let Yanhuai go to Tingyuan in person.

In this way, he can only find it.

Yan Huai is still sitting in the school to enjoy the tea leisurely, and put his book box aside.

TingYang rushed out with his sword in his arms. He searched every corner of the vestibule and did not see the figure of the court yuan.

"Have you seen the young man in white who came with my son today?" TingYang can only ask the servants of the school, "he is a little shorter than me, very thin, outstanding appearance, wearing a high ponytail, belt embroidered with totem and Yan Fu words."

TingYang said as he stretched out his hand.

The servants shook their heads when you looked at me and I looked at you.

TingYang did not find court yuan for half a day, but was a little anxious, "think about it carefully again?"

Standing at the back, there was a boy with tea. He thought for a moment and asked, "is it the boy who usually comes to school with the young master?"

TingYang quickly nodded and agreed, "yes, it's him. Have you seen him?"

"I have seen him sitting alone in the porch today." The boy pointed to the corner of the corridor and said, "it's about a quarter of the hour. When I brought the hot water, I saw him sitting there. But when I get back to get the cup, he's gone

TingYang bowed and bowed to them, then turned and trotted to the corner of the corridor.

Around the third quarter of the lunar time, it was just when he went out to buy tea.

He went out to buy a tea, and Tingyuan hid?

Although the boy usually has some transgressive actions, but after all, he was born in the slave slave market, and he knew what to do as a servant.

TingYang and Tingyuan get along with each other for some time. Tingyuan looks immature and childish, but his temper is not so big.

Even if it is not careful to make Yanhuai angry, will also be hard to change the pattern to coax Yanhuai.

Let alone Yan Huai was not angry with him at all.

According to reason, it is impossible for Tingyuan to hide for such a long time! Is something wrong?

In this way, TingYang came to the corner of the corridor.

He stood at the corner and looked at this side carefully. As he was about to leave, he suddenly saw what was falling on the soil under the corridor.

He turned over and picked up the silk thread falling from the soil and found that it was the thing Tingyuan was carrying with him.

Ting yuan has nothing to do. He always likes to weave things with ropes, hand rings, neck rings, and foot rings. He also specially takes a small wooden box to hold them. He weaves them in different patterns every day.

Yan Fu's silk thread is not ordinary silk thread, TingYang touched the silk material to know that it was the court yuan fell.

Is there something wrong with Tingyuan?

TingYang clenched the silk thread in his hand and went to the back of the room.

In a small corner near the back door, he found traces of fighting.

It's been raining these days. The air is wet and the soil is wet.

The footprints in the corner were messy, and there were bloodstains on the ground.

TingYang squatted down and examined the soil carefully and found the white hair.

It looks like fur on the tail of a fox.

TingYang pinched his hair and twisted it. The familiar touch reminded him of the slap on the tail of the court yuan when he first taught the court yuan rules.

"This is..." TingYang suddenly stood up and looked around the backyard.

Finally, at the back door, he found his white robe full of blood, which was thrown behind a tree. He fainted and turned into a child like courtyard.