She knew there was someone hiding in the dark, but Mo Qingwan didn't want to care about it. At this point, she didn't want to create any complications.

"Let's go, Chuntao," she whispered, pushing the little maid with her hand.

Chuntao felt like a thief, and felt guilty and panicked.

She opened the door a crack and looked outside, then got out with confidence.

Mo Qingwan was about to follow when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

She looked down and saw a dazzling sword already pressed against her neck.

"Don't shout, let her go first!"

A deep male voice came from behind, only the two of them could hear it.

Mo Qingwan thought that he was careless. He heard that this man's breath was unstable. Could it be that he was injured?

"Chuntao, go back to your room and wait for me. I need to find some medicine. I'll be back in a while."

Xiao Chuntao outside the door was not happy when she heard this. She wanted to open the door and come in, whispering: "Girl, what else are you looking for? I will accompany you!"

"No, obedient, go back and wait for me!" Mo Qingwan leaned against the door.

Her tone was stronger than usual, with a commanding tone. Chuntao didn't dare to disobey, so she had to turn around and go back to the room first.

Hearing the footsteps outside the door fading away, Mo Qingwan asked in a low voice: "What do you want?"

"I'm injured. The wound is on my back. I need someone to help me apply medicine," the man behind him said dullly.

Mo Qingwan nodded: "Okay, where is the medicine?"

"On the shelf over there, there's the fourth bottle in the second row, and there's the gray porcelain bottle on the desk, which contains hemostatic powder," the man said.

Mo Qingwan was stunned, how could this person know so clearly?

But the knife was on her neck, so she didn't dare to delay, and she didn't want to ask any more questions, so she went straight over to get the medicine and a bandage.

The man just followed her, the sword never leaving her neck.

Mo Qingwan felt her neck hurt from being burped, and said, "You don't have to hold your sword against me, I won't scream."

The man's hand holding the sword visibly stagnated. The next second he slowly put down the sword and said in a threatening tone: "If you dare to shout, I guarantee that your body will be dismembered before your voice comes out."

"Understood! Where is your injury?" Mo Qingwan said, turning around.

When she turned around and saw the face of the man in front of her clearly, she felt that her heart had stopped beating for half a beat.

This...is this too ugly?

He has black hair, a tall and straight figure, and a perfect waistline, but the grooves on his face make him look like an old man in his fifties or sixties. One of his eyes is slanted like a triangle, and there is a big black eye on his chin.

The mole seems to have a black hair on it.

The man was irritated by her naked eyes and said angrily: "What are you looking at!"

"No...it's nothing!" Mo Qingwan looked back and said awkwardly.

"Am I ugly?" the man asked through gritted teeth.

Mo Qingwan pointed at the fat on her body and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Look at my fat body, we're both equally ugly!"

The man snorted, turned around, and whispered: "Hurry up!"

Mo Qingwan took a closer look and saw a long knife mark on his back, which was deep enough to show the bone and showed vague signs of inflammation.

She carefully opened the clothes next to the wound on one side, and the man suddenly took a breath of cold air.

"Your wound is already infected. Hemostasis alone won't help. You need to see a doctor," Mo Qingwan said with a frown.

"I can't go to the doctor, you just give me medicine," the man replied.

It seems that he was injured in a shady way.

Mo Qingwan shook his head and sighed: "You are lucky today, just be patient."

She found scissors, shochu, and huozhezi from the shelf, and also found a needle and thread. She thought to herself that this was indeed the pharmacy of the general's mansion, and everything was really complete.

The man looked at what she was holding and asked, "Do you know how to sew wounds?"

"You know a little bit, are you afraid of pain?" Mo Qingwan asked.

The man didn't answer, he just turned around.

Mo Qingwan smiled, picked up the scissors and cut open the clothes around his wound, then disinfected it with soju. After cleaning it, he used hemostasis powder, waited for the powder to dissolve, and then sewed it up with a needle.

Finally, the golden sore medicine was applied, and the movements were smooth and smooth. From the beginning to the end, except that the man's breath became heavier, he never complained of pain.

"Okay, remember to change the dressing on time and don't touch the water."

Mo Qingwan tidied up the table and hid all the bloody things in the lower level of the cabinet in the corner.

After doing this, she glanced at the man and said, "Can I go?"

There was a thin layer of sweat on the man's forehead, and he looked up at her with an inquiring look in his eyes.

Mo Qingwan naturally understood what he meant: "I won't ask you anything. I just want to go back to my room and go to bed. I will pretend that I have never seen you tonight."

The corners of the man's lips curled up, and the big black mole moved as well. Mo Qingwan was stunned when he saw it.

He turned around and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the night.

Mo Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed his sore shoulders, opened the door and looked around to make sure no one was there before going out and walking towards the room.

After returning to the room, she picked out the medicines one by one and stuffed a lot of them into her vest.

After doing this, she took Chuntao and climbed to the Wangxing Tower, the highest building in the mansion, and stood on the top floor.

At a glance, apart from the pavilions in the palace, this place is one of the highest in the capital.

Chuntao brought a cloak with her. Seeing that the wind was strong in the high typhoon, he put it on her. He also saw her staring into the distance and was lost in thought. Chuntao felt very uneasy.

"Girl, what on earth are you doing? You scared Chuntao."

Mo Qingwan turned around and looked at her, and said seriously: "Xiao Taozi, tonight I will give you my body deed and give you some more money. You can take the money and leave, and never come back."

When Chuntao heard this, her big silver bell-like eyes were full of fear, and she shed big tears instantly, and then he knelt down in front of her.

"Girl, what did Chuntao do wrong? Don't you want Chuntao anymore?"

She cried sadly and shrugged her shoulders.

Mo Qingwan stretched out his hand to pull her, but the little girl refused to get up.

"If the girl doesn't want me anymore, I won't be able to kneel here forever!" Chuntao cried.

Mo Qingwan sighed. It wasn't that she didn't want to take Chuntao with her, but it was because it was mentioned in the book that this little maid took care of the original owner along the way. Those who had a stutter were spared for her own lady. It was indeed affectionate and righteous.

Unfortunately, because of her beauty, the officer who escorted them took notice of this girl, and he found an opportunity to insult her.

She also had a strong temper and would rather die than obey. She hit her head on a rock and died on the spot.

However, he was only sixteen years old, and he was cute and cute. When he died, his head was smashed. When he saw this, Mo Qingwan wanted to get into the book and kill those officials.

Now that I know what's going to happen in the future, I can't just ignore it.

"Silly girl, it's not that I don't want you, I'm trying to save you!" Mo Qingwan said and looked around.

But Chuntao still sobbed and shook her head: "Girl, Chuntao doesn't understand what you mean, Chuntao doesn't want to leave you!"

Mo Qingwan knelt down and whispered: "I'll tell you the truth, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that tomorrow His Majesty would issue an order to raid the house. By then, the Zhao family would be exiled and all the servants would be sold.
Chapter completed!