It is impossible to say that Yan Yunhe was not panicked, but at the same time he was nervous, he also had the same doubts as Jiang Song in his heart.

That is...Yu Qin actually likes this type?

He thought Yu Qin should like women, but maybe men can do it too?

But he believed that Yu Qin did not visit the brothel out of interest, and it was more likely that he would come in and arrest people.

Yan Yunhe calmed down his breathing. He just took off his coat and put on the tulle that the waiter wore. He couldn't use the soft sword in his waist, but there was another one in his boots.

He subconsciously touched his feet and suddenly realized that he had taken off his boots at the bottom of the bed just to hide in bed.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Yunhe dug into his pocket. There was still a drug hidden there, and there was a hidden weapon on his wrist. If it didn't work, he would act according to the opportunity and put the drug in Yu Qin's wine.

For people like them, as soon as they take off their clothes, dozens of weapons will fall out, so they are well prepared.

Yan Yunhe opened the curtain and got out of bed, and the colorful beads collided with each other and made a crisp sound.

Why is this house so gaudy? It’s even more exaggerated than Wanhua House. There was tulle everywhere, blocking the view.

But if a fight really breaks out, these tulles serve as good cover.

Yan Yunhe's white-socked feet stepped on the thick carpet without making any sound.

Yu Qin sat at the table with his back to him, took off the golden mask on his face, and put it aside.

Yan Yunhe moved his fingers slightly and slid the flying knife on his cuff to his right hand: "What do you call this official?"

Yu Qin suddenly turned around and reached out to grab Yan Yunhe's arm, which happened to be his right hand.

Yan Yunhe was so frightened that he retracted his arm and quickly hid the knife in his waist: "Why are you so anxious, sir? You haven't told me yet, what is your name?"

Yu Qin looked at Yan Yunhe. very strange. It wouldn't be called enthusiastic. In short, it's not the kind of gaze you should expect when you meet for the first time.

But soon, Yu Qin calmed down and whispered: "You can call me Han Chu."

Yan Yunhe was silent, and his eyes hidden behind the mask narrowed dangerously. Yu Qin actually let the man who met him for the first time The restaurant called him by his name, so affectionately.

He has known Yu Qin for ten years, and he only called Yu Hanchu not long ago.

Yan Yunhe walked around the table lightly and poured Yu Qin a glass of wine. The drug leaked into the glass from between his fingers: "Master Hanchu, do you want a drink?"

Yu Qin glanced at his hand, Yan Yunhe said These hands are not like those of a young man. Not only are they not white and smooth, there are also many tiny scars on the knuckles.

Yan Yunhe smiled awkwardly and said: "Before entering Nanfeng Hall, my family was poor and I did a lot of menial work."

Yu Qin said meaningfully: "Really?"

Yan Yunhe handed the wine glass to Yu Qin's lips: "Sir, Please."

He stared at Yu Qin's pale lips and almost pried open the other person's mouth and poured the wine in.

Yan Yunhe really didn't want to fight Yu Qin, not because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to beat him, but because he was afraid that the current Yu Qin wouldn't be able to withstand his palm.

Yu Qin turned his face slightly, and the candlelight passed through the red gauze and fell between his eyebrows, revealing a little ambiguity: "Before you let me drink, can you take off your mask first?"

Yan Yun covered his face with his sleeves and said pretentiously: "Sir, drink first. , I’ll pick it after you drink it.”

After saying the words coquettishly, goosebumps appeared all over his body, and Yan Yun could not resist the nausea.

The next moment, Yu Qin stretched out his hand and struck at his face. Why didn't Yan Yun avoid it? The fox mask flew out, revealing his full face.

What appeared in the light was a handsome and youthful face, which was far different from Yan Yunhe's original appearance.

Yu Qin frowned, stretched out his hand to grab his chin, and pulled the man in front of him.

Yan Yunhe pretended to be frightened: "Sir, why are you doing this so suddenly?"

Yu Qin carefully touched his forehead with his fingers, slid them across the corners of his eyes, and finally stopped at his chin, as if to determine the face. true or false.

Yan Yunhe thought that luckily he had a different face, and he asked the most powerful disguise artist to do it for him.

The disguise artist's technique is to change the person's bone appearance and stimulate it with drugs to achieve the effect of changing one's face.

This could be said to be Yan Yunhe's face, but not his. Yu Qin wanted to find traces of the connection between the human skin mask, but it was impossible because it was not a mask in the first place.

Yan Yunhe held Yu Qin's wrist with both hands: "Sir, I looked and touched, is it time to drink?"

Yu Qin suddenly let go of his hand and his expression became much lighter: "What's wrong with your eyes?

Yan Yunhe touched his eyelids and said, "My ancestors have the blood of the Hu people. Do you like it? Many guests like it and think it's special." "I don't like it, "

Yu Qin said without changing his expression, then pushed away. Yan Yunhe asked: "Have any thieves broken into this room?"

Yan Yunhe said with a little fear: "Yes, a man in black suddenly broke into the room just now, and then went out through another window. "

"Since you saw the thief, why didn't you call someone?" Yu Qin asked.

"I yelled, but I was locked up in the room because I was punished. They thought I was shouting randomly just to get out." Yan Yunhe said innocently: "Didn't you hear what the steward said just now, saying that I have a rough temper. "

Yu Qin stood up and walked towards the bed.

The bedding there was a little messy, but no one was hiding in it. Looking towards the beams, there was no sign of the thief.

Yu Qinsuo patrolled every place in the room where someone could hide, including the screen closet, and even under the bed, using a scabbard to pick it up and take a look. Except for the waiter in front of him, there was no one else in the room.

Yan Yunhe followed Yu Qin quietly, with the drug in his hand already prepared. When Yu Qin turned around, he sprinkled it on the other party's face: "Sir, the assassin really didn't hide in my room. Why don't you go elsewhere?" Let's look for it."

Yu Qin put his hand on the knife, turned around slowly, suddenly grabbed Yan Yunhe's hand, and roughly dragged him in front of him.

He was tall enough, and now Yan Yunhe's head would reach the opponent's chin. With this drag, he almost fell into Yu Qin's arms.

What Yan Yunhe looked at was the side of Yu Qin's neck.

The slender white lines stretched all the way into the lapel, and were blocked tightly, no matter how much they were, they couldn't be seen.

Why were Jin Yiwei's clothes so tight? Yan Yunhe sighed with emotion, and the hidden sword on his left wrist slipped into his palm.

His lower back went numb when Yu Qin's fingers pressed there. The opponent took out the flying knife hidden inside and threw it not far away. When it was inserted into the board, it made a thud.

Yan Yunhe raised his hand and waved his sword. Yu Qin had already taken precautions and stepped back.

Taking advantage of the opponent's dodge, Yan Yunhe took advantage of the chaos and tried to escape towards the window.

As soon as he stepped onto the long table by the window, several flying needles hit him where he landed. Yan Yun He turned around and landed on the ground. He looked at Yu Qin through the flying gauze and said, "Not many young men would like your lord to be so rude."

Yu Qin raised the knife and stepped forward. Why was Yan Yun afraid of revealing his body skills? , when Yu Qin noticed something was wrong, he could dodge and dodge whenever he could, almost never taking action.

After dozens of hands, the red gauze on his body was cut into tatters by the golden knife. Yu Qin seemed to hate Yan Yunhe's clothes, or maybe he just lost his accuracy because he was injured. Apart from the clothes being torn, Yan Yunhe was actually No one was hurt.

Yan Yunhe tossed the tattered coat to the side and said, "Your Excellency, you are so compassionate. Do you have such a satisfied face?"

Yu Qin held up the knife and actually had the intention to chat with him: "My face is not bad, that's right. The eyes are not good."

Yan Yunhe couldn't help but raise his right hand, and three flying knives went straight towards Yu Qin's eyes: "My lord is good-looking, but his eyesight is not good."

Yu Qin avoided the flying knives. Knife, why is the banquet cloud already in front of me?

He jumped up and clasped Yu Qin's right hand holding the knife with both arms. At the same time, he clamped the opponent's body with his legs and used the strength of his waist to throw Yu Qin to the ground.

He practiced martial arts since he was a child, and Marquis Yong'an found him many masters. He was involved in all kinds of martial arts.

What was revealed at this moment was yet another technique. It is a method that can quickly suppress the opponent after getting close. By leveraging force and locking the opponent's joints, the opponent's actions can be controlled.

It's useful, but it doesn't look very good when fighting, and there are many dirty tricks.

But he forgot that at this time, his body shape was not as good as before, and the strength he exerted was also greatly reduced.

Not only was Yu Qin not thrown to the ground, but he was also pinched by the thigh and thrown against the wall next to him. Yan Yunhe's back hit the wall with a muffled sound.

Because of this movement, the porcelain on the table fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces.

Enduring the severe pain in his back, Yan Yunhe was forced to lose his temper. He grabbed Yu Qin's collar, and with the sound of ripping silk, most of the eye-catching collar split open.

Taking advantage of Yu Qin's stunned moment, he wrapped his legs around Yu Qin's waist, opened his mouth and bit the opponent's shoulder hard.

When the other party's body stiffened due to pain, Yan Yunhe suddenly slipped down from the gap between Yu Qin and the wall, and crawled out between the other party's legs.

Before he could get up, his ankle tightened, and it was Yu Qin who grabbed his right leg and dragged him back.

At this time, the door was pushed open with force, and Jiang Song said loudly: "Sir, I heard something! But the thief..."

Jiang Song suddenly looked at the two people standing against the wall. The waiter's robe was cut into tatters. , his elder's collar was also torn, and his shoulders were bitten with red marks.

At this moment, the adult is holding the waiter's ankle, and it looks like he is about to get to the point.

Jiang Song suddenly withdrew and closed the door.

The steward came to him in a hurry and said anxiously, "Did that brat lose his temper again? I told you that he has a wild temper and he hasn't been trained yet."

After that, he reached out and pushed open the door. Jiang Song He grabbed his neck and dragged him to the side: "Let's go, my master... is still interrogating him!"

At this moment, Yu Qin was "interrogating" the prisoner, but Yan Yunhe raised his hand and waved the white powder on him. A face.

The medicine had an extremely fast effect. Yu Qin only inhaled a small amount and felt dizzy.

Before he collapsed completely, a hand gently held the back of his neck and placed him on the ground.

In his hazy vision, the man sat astride him and took off his clothes. His body was hazy in the candlelight and covered with old wounds.

The other party stretched out his hands and took off his robe: "Since Han Chu cut my clothes, you should compensate me."

He didn't touch the Feiyu suit, but just took off the purple shirt of the same color underneath, A middle coat was left for Yu Qin.

Yan Yunhe wrapped his purple robe, and the lower robe just reached the ground.

He climbed to the edge of the window and brought the tied up waiter who was hiding outside into the room. He smiled apologetically at the other party and put the money on the table: "I'm sorry for destroying your room. If the money is not enough, I will remember you." Mr. Yu behind you."