Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

The corridors of the Red Mansion are winding, and the sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, outlining mottled light and shadows on the ground.

Jinnian was holding a tea tray in his hands and walking carefully. His steps were a little hurried and his eyes were a little vague.

Fate always seems to take a tumble at the most unexpected moments.

Just as he was concentrating on the stone steps under his feet, a sudden figure appeared at the edge of his sight like a ghost.

Jinnian didn't notice the person walking around the corner ahead, so the two of them bumped into each other without any warning.

Jinnian only felt the tea tray in his hand shake violently, and the boiling hot tea in the tray shook violently, about to spill out.

He panicked and subconsciously backed away, his eyes tightly closed, as if he was prepared to be drenched in hot tea.

The moment the other party saw Jinnian, the dissatisfaction on his face turned into stunned expression.

A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then it was replaced by a complex emotion. The moment the tea tray shook, he almost instinctively pounced on Jinnian.

He grabbed Jinnian's retreating foot and steadied the shaking tea tray, and with his other hand, he knocked the tea tray away with an unquestionable force, causing it to fly to the open space on the side with the scalding tea.

Jinnian fell backwards due to inertia, but the opponent's strong arms held him firmly in place.

He looked up and met Chenpi's deep eyes, and an inexplicable panic surged in his heart.

"Hi?"

"......"

Seeing the other person's face sink, Jinnian licked his lips that were a little chapped due to nervousness, and tried to find his voice: "Chenpi, I'm sorry, I didn't see you when I came over."

Jinnian looked at him in silence and silently struggled to break free from his hand. Chenpi didn't react and just let him break free.

After a long time, he suddenly spoke.

"Did it hurt?"

"Ah? No, it doesn't hurt."

Chenpi looked at his face. The chin where he had hit it was a little red and swollen. He twisted his fingers, restraining the desire to touch it, and said nothing.

Seeing that Jinnian was still looking at him as if nothing had happened, Chenpi looked sullenly and scanned his body until he saw that he was trying to clean up the broken pieces of the tea tray on the ground, and his brows couldn't help but frowned even more tightly.

"Why are you still going to touch it? Aren't you afraid of getting your hands cut? Is there no one left in the Hong Mansion? Why are they asking you to do these things?"

A series of questions came like a string of cannonballs, leaving Jinnian overwhelmed.

Jinnian was stunned by his question. He felt that there seemed to be something hidden in Chenpi's words, but he couldn't put it into words. He could only lower his head and explain in a low voice: "I wanted to do it. It was an accident... I didn't mean to hit you."

Jinnian kept looking at him with her little eyes, and she looked like a little rabbit that had been wronged. Naturally, Chenpi could not hide this look from her.

Chen Pi looked at his timid appearance, and the anger in his heart immediately dissipated. How could he be angry that the other party bumped into him? He was clearly angry that the other party was too careless. After pouring this plate of tea, it was hard to say whether the other party had any good meat left.

He clenched his fists in annoyance, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the redness and swelling on the other person's chin. He was so depressed that he could not let go of his anger. He suppressed his growing desire and finally waved his hand helplessly: "Don't touch it. If you want some tea, I'll bring it to you later."

Jinnian tugged at the corner of Chenpi's clothes, with an apologetic look in his eyes: "I didn't mean to do that... I can do it myself."

"You do it yourself? Are you going to spill it all over yourself?"

Chenpi said this unhappily, but his tone no longer had the previous harshness.

He pulled Jinnian away from the tea tray fragments, his eyes revealing a barely perceptible tenderness and concern, but he still said nothing nice, pretending to speak with disdain.

"Go back and stay here. Is it so troublesome to get a cup of tea?"

"Your little body is really hot. You can stay in bed for several days. Next time, don't hide behind me. Everyone can see me. Why hide? I have thick skin and flesh, and I am not afraid of the heat. Who can I give it to if I keep it in my hand? Can't I throw it away?"

Jinnian pursed his lips. He indeed didn't see Chenpi standing there, but the other party's attitude made him a little confused. It didn't seem like he was angry because of this, but he was angry. Combined with what he said, oh...how could he dare to throw it?

He patted his pants that were splashed with water, and seeing that Chenpi was really trying to drive him away, he no longer hesitated and turned around to leave.

"Where?"

Chenpi's voice sounded again, deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate Jinnian's heart. Chenpi himself looked over, with a bit of unclear darkness in his eyes.

Jinnian looked back and saw that the broken pieces of the tea tray on the ground had been thrown into the trash can by Chenpi, leaving no trace at all. Only wet water marks were left on the ground, wetting a large area of ​​the floor, and the color did not change for a long time.

He was slightly stunned, then replied: "Didn't you ask me to go back?"

"Is your room in this direction?"

Chenpi pointed in the opposite direction with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

"I'm going to my brother's place. He wants to talk to me about something."

Jinnian explained, with a hint of innocence in her eyes.

Chen Pi's face turned even darker when he heard this. He pressed his cheek with the tip of his tongue and was about to laugh out loud. The more he thought about it, the more painful his heart felt.

His handsome face was so gloomy that it looked as if water could drip out of it, but he didn't dare to lose his temper in front of Jinnian and could only suppress the anger and frustration in his heart.

He knew that it was very likely that Jinnian did not want to drink the tea on his own initiative, so he became more and more dissatisfied with that person. Looking at Jinnian's silly and innocent face, he became even angrier and felt that the other party would be cheated sooner or later.

"Next time, ask Uncle Fu to come."

"If it doesn't work, find someone else. It's not like all the people in the Red Mansion are dead."

Chenpi said in a deep voice, his tone vague.

"Okay."

Jinnian nodded obediently. He had just received the tea from Uncle Fu! But he didn't dare to say anything. If the other party said anything later, he wouldn't be able to respond. He was already very sleepy.

With a little bit of trepidation in his heart, he could only walk silently towards Er Yuehong's house. His steps, which felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, gradually relaxed. He secretly planned in his heart that he must prepare a small apology gift for Chenpi someday to appease him.

But he hadn't taken two steps when suddenly, a huge force like an iron clamp clamped his shoulders. The force was so great that he couldn't move at all.

Then, he could feel a burning breath coming from the side of his uninjured ear, as if a ball of fire was approaching, bringing with it a tingling and numb feeling, and even half of his body felt a little limp.

"What happened to your ears?"

The deep voice penetrated into the ears like thunder, and there was doubt in the voice.

Jinnian rubbed his ears subconsciously, and the movement was as gentle as stroking a feather. Then he slowly turned his head back, but unexpectedly, the hand that was rubbing his ears was tightly grasped by the palm. The palm was broad and powerful, as if it could completely wrap his hand.

"Didn't you go to Zhang Qishan's place? How did you do it? Did he do it?"

When he said the latter sentence, Chenpi's tone was somewhat ruthless, as if he could erupt with endless anger at any time, and his eyes staring at the gauze on his ear were fierce.

Jinnian didn't notice for a moment that he didn't use a honorific for Zhang Qishan, but called him by his name. He tilted his head, as puzzled as a kitten, and tapped the back of the other person's hand with his little finger that was not caught.

"It wasn't at Buddha's place. I went to Sanniang's party and some bad guys attacked me."

"The Huo Mansion?"

Chen Pi's brows slightly frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his deep eyes. An attack? I haven't heard of it. He has been busy with the odds recently and has not had much contact with the people of Jiumen. I really don't know.

"Ah."

Jinnian nodded obediently and answered whatever the other party asked, with the main principle of "I'll tell you whatever you ask me."

"Do you know who they are? Who are they targeting? Is the person dead?"

"..............No, I don't know. The person is not dead. He was caught by the Buddha!"

Jinnian really didn't know that the only clue was that the person who was captured was taken away by Zhang Qishan.

Chen Pi was silent for a while. He really didn't know that Huo Jinxi had invited Jinnian and the others. He just heard the sound of firecrackers at noon and casually asked his subordinates. After learning that it was the fireworks set off by the Huo Mansion, he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he was not invited.

This also proved that the advice of Jiu Ye and Zhang Qishan was still useful. After an afternoon, not much news had spread. Those people also kept their tails between their legs. After all, there were only a few of them present. If Fo Ye and Huo Jinxi wanted to investigate, wouldn't they all be dead? They didn't want to gamble with their own family business for temporary benefits. No matter how much they had, it was not enough for the Nine Gates.

Chen Pi looked at Jin Nian quietly, with complex emotions surging in his eyes, which finally turned into calmness and hid in his heart. He asked Jin Nian with a hoarse voice: "Are you...are you injured anywhere else?"

"No, don't worry, my brother bandaged it for me."

Jinnian lowered her head slightly, then smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed, and told him not to worry.

Little did he know that when Chen Pi saw the trust in Er Yue Hong in his eyes, his heart sank even more. After watching Jin Nian leave, Chen Pi punched the railing and looked at the scratches on his fingers, which had already seeped out a little red blood, and he was silent.

The dark emotions in his heart continued to grow, and he couldn't even restrain the urge to show Jinnian what his trusted good brother really looked like. Was he really as bright and handsome as he imagined?

Will he have a chance then?

Malice grew in his heart, and he wondered impatiently whether he should "help" his good master?

...................

With a heart that was still trembling slightly, Jinnian walked towards Er Yuehong's room with slightly unsteady steps because of the shock.

The thrilling scene he just experienced left some marks in his heart. At this moment, the feeling of palpitations with a few traces of emotions was like a fine spider web, tightly entangled with him, and could not dissipate for a long time. Because he was pulled by Chenpi for questioning, some indescribable emotions surged in his heart again.

In his trance, he seemed to be able to see the trajectory of the hot tea splashing in the air. The mist of the tea was like a layer of gauze, lightly spreading and rising. The steam that came out danced in the air until it was sent away by the other party's palm.

When Jinnian stepped into Er Yuehong's room, a breath of tranquility came over her, along with the cool fragrance of Er Yuehong, which gradually surrounded Jinnian.

Er Yuehong was writing at the desk with great concentration. Every stroke was flowing smoothly. Next to him was a finished painting of plum blossoms, and Er Yuehong was writing the inscription on it.

Jinnian walked over in silence. He gently picked up the ink stick and began to help Er Yuehong grind the ink. The ink stick slid slowly on the inkstone, making a slight rustling sound. There was an unusual harmony between the two people in silence.

However, Jinnian's mind kept replaying the scene of the collision with Chenpi just now. His thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. He finally reacted slowly and realized how lucky he was just now. If it weren't for Chenpi's quick reaction, the consequences would have been disastrous.

The room was filled with a faint scent of ink, intertwined with Jinnian's thoughts.