I heard Mr. Ye is a good dragon?

Zhaocai was shocked: "This...that Yamen will send someone to rescue again?"

"It is necessary to send, but it was not easy to rescue in the past," Jin Bao said with a complicated expression, "Didn't you see that those thunderbolts were too terrifying, and they almost shook the ground when they were struck down. No one dared to step forward after seeing them. It's too late..."

Zhaocai was puzzled, but Jinbao didn't have the ability and habit to make up stories, and there was no need to hide a lie, so it was [-]% true.

Since it is true, Zhaocai absolutely agrees with Jinbao's silent approach.

However, not mentioning it is obviously not enough - such a big event will definitely spread throughout the city within one night. If the young master hears about it during the confinement period, he doesn't know what to do, and the master will only be fined More ruthless!

Thinking of this, he grabbed Jin Bao: "Put your ears close!"

Jin Bao bowed his head and put his ears forward, and he heard him say: "You will stay in your own room for the past two days, and I will tell the young master that you have suffered from a cold, so the young master will not send you to check on the situation again. ...do you understand?"

At the same moment, Ye Heng was sitting in the room, fiddled with the white jade beads on the mahogany abacus in front of the ledger.

Now that the rain is falling, the temperature is gradually dropping, and the anxious mood should have subsided, but there are lightning flashes and thunder outside from time to time, which makes him flustered inexplicably, and frequently forgets where he has counted, so he can only start over again.

After forgetting for the fifth time, Ye Heng pushed the abacus aside: "Ah!!!"

"what's wrong?"

Zhaocai was bringing food, and when he entered the door, he yelled and ran to him.

"It's nothing, I don't want to forget it." Ye Heng lay down on the table wearily, looked at the half-open door, frowned faintly, and said in a muffled voice, "When will the rain stop?"

Zhaocai took the dishes out of the basket one by one: "When I first came, the clouds were still very dark, I'm afraid it will take a while."

As if in agreement with his words, there was another rumble of thunder outside the house.

"Okay." Ye Heng picked up a bowl of light and refreshing chicken porridge, and after taking two bites slowly, he suddenly remembered, "By the way, you can ask the kitchen to make more ginger tea and send it to Jinbao drink."

Unexpectedly, he would bring this up first, Zhao Cai was taken aback: "...Okay."

"That's a good answer, don't you care about Jinbao the most?" Ye Heng wanted to tease him, but when he picked up a chopstick and put dried incense into the bowl and looked up at him, he noticed that his expression was a little unusual, so he asked Said, "What, something on your mind?"

Zhao Cai was thinking about how to answer, when a thunder outside the house interrupted their conversation.

The thunder was louder than the previous few times. For a while, both of them put down the things in their hands and looked out the door involuntarily.

The roof of the porch outside the door covered the leaden sky, but the fine rain curtain also filtered out [-]% of the color of the scenery in the courtyard. Everything was gray, as if faded, making people look uncomfortable.

Zhaocai went over and closed the door tightly, adjusted the opening and closing of the small window in the house, and then returned to the table.

Ye Heng watched his movements, his eyes flicked over the white window screen, and he felt a flash outside again.

"Fortune, can't you go out today? Will the second shopkeeper come to class?"

The speaker had no intentions, but the listener had intentions, and Zhao Cai's heart suddenly tightened - he forgot that the second treasurer was someone who could bring outside news... In this way, wouldn't it be possible to hide the matter of Bai Long from the young master for a long time?

"... I don't think it's possible to come. Besides, the rain has stopped, and there may still be some water on the street, so..."

So better not come tomorrow either!

"I think so too!" Ye Heng started to move slowly when he thought that he didn't have to go to class, "Especially when you hear the thunder...it seems to be getting closer to us, doesn't it?"

Just as he was talking, the thunder roared over, and it sounded clearer than the previous time, as if the stormy waves swept across the sky and came before people.

In an instant, Jin Bao's description flashed in Zhao Cai's mind, and he quickly reached out to cover Ye Heng's ears, and closed his eyes too!

Gritting his teeth and waiting for a while, the loud noise he imagined did not appear, but Ye Heng patted his arm instead: "Zhaocai, the rain seems to have stopped!"

After he said this, Zhaocai noticed that the sound of raindrops had disappeared.

Zhaocai opened his eyes, walked to the window in doubt, put up the whole window again, and found that although the sky outside was still cloudy, there was really no trace of rain.

Then he saw Ye Heng from the window—running wildly on the corridor with his robes pulled.

"Master!"

"I'll be back when I go!"

Ye Heng replied loudly without looking back.

He knew that it would be risky to sneak out—it was daytime now, and when the rain stopped, someone would come out to sweep the street immediately, and the second shopkeeper would come to the door in an hour at the latest.

But the thunderstorm was so strong just now, the guards outside the fence must have gone to avoid lightning, and now is the best time to sneak out!As long as he rents a carriage, goes to the yamen and asks about Bailong's situation, he will come back, and no one will find out!

Even if they were discovered by the guards outside the wall when they came back, those people were afraid of being deducted money, so they must have agreed to hide it for themselves!

Hey, as expected of me.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he ran to the backyard in one breath, first of all, he was going to drag out the long ladder at home from the wooden house where the sundries were stored, but before he reached the house, he stopped in his tracks.

Under the eaves, there is actually a person lying horizontally!

The man must have been exposed to a lot of rain, his clothes were soaked, and his long hair was messily attached to half of his face, revealing only one closed eye and half of his pale cheek.

Seeing a half-dead person suddenly, Ye Heng almost didn't scream, but at this moment, the person opened his eyes, and there was a gap of blue in the black and white.

Blue eyes are a trait of the people of Fanbang, there are only a handful of people in the capital with this color of eyes, and Ye Heng can only think of one.For this reason, Ye Heng plucked up his courage and looked at the man again.

Sure enough, the style of the clothes polluted by muddy water is also very familiar... Its color should be snow white!

"Bai... White Dragon?"

Ye Heng was shocked to the extreme, and stepped forward in two steps in three steps, and every time he took a step closer, he felt that he was right.

Finally, he knelt down and brushed away the wet hair on the man's face with his fingertips. Sure enough, he saw the face he was most familiar with—but it was much more haggard than usual, and there were a few lines of rain on the mouth and chin. Bloodstains, as if seriously injured.

He immediately jumped up and ran back, crossing the corridor like a firecracker, and hugged Zhao Cai who was chasing him at the corner.

"Master, master???"

Ye Heng grabbed his hand and ran: "Come on! Human life is at stake!"

In the bedroom, Ye Heng anxiously walked around the table.

Bailong had already been lifted onto the bed by Zhaocai Jinbao. He really wanted to see the situation nearby, but he knew he didn't know how to serve others. He couldn't help Bailong wipe himself and change his clothes, so he consciously stayed away from the bed. Wait somewhere.

After a while, he finally waited until Zhaocai lifted the curtain: "Master."

Ye Heng immediately got behind the curtain, went straight to the side of the bed, and leaned over to look at Bailong.

Bailong lay there flat with his eyes closed, his face still pale, even his lips were bloodless, on the contrary, the scratch on his chin had been carefully wiped dry of blood and water stains, and now a piece of powdery flesh was exposed.

Ye Heng stretched out his hand and touched Bai Long's forehead, intending to test whether he was burned, but after touching it, it felt cold, almost without any heat, which was another extreme, which made him even more afraid: "Lucky! Is he dizzy or asleep? Could it be that he is about to die?"

"Don't panic, young master. Although he is injured, it's all in the flesh. There is no danger of his life. At most, he is exposed to the cold from the rain. Drink ginger tea and take a hot bath to dispel the cold."

"Really? But his face is so pale..." Seeing that he was motionless, Ye Heng suddenly remembered what the door did before noon, and immediately followed the example of those who pinched Bailong, "...he didn't Response! No, I have to call the doctor!"

Zhaocai didn't take a step forward, hesitantly said: "But young master, if the master knows about this..."

"You can't do nothing about it! In this way, you can say that I am sick, and invite someone over to diagnose the pulse through the curtain..."

In the middle of speaking, Ye Heng's hand suddenly felt cold, and when he looked down, it was Bai Long's hand that came up.

"Don't call me doctor..." Bai Long moved his paper-thin lips, and said angrily, "...Someone is chasing me, don't let others know...I'm here."

He was also injured on the back of his hand, the blood had just congealed, and the streaks of crimson were very glaring, which made Ye Heng heartbroken: "Is there a colleague who mixed in the ticket refund team to trouble you?"

Bai Long blinked his eyes, but said nothing.

Ye Heng regarded him as acquiescing, and couldn't help but become even more angrily said: "I knew... how could this be chasing? This is chasing and killing! You tell me the name of the other party, and I will take someone to seek justice for you!"

Bai Long sighed, pursed his lips again and did not move.

He refused to say, but Ye Heng was helpless, but took the opportunity to recruit money and said: "Master, there are some things that can't be explained clearly in a few words. Since Mr. Bai is not dizzy, it means that there is no danger of his life for the time being. The most important thing right now is to let him have a good rest." , and nothing else is in a hurry."

What he said was reasonable, Ye Heng nodded, and put Bailong's hand back under the quilt properly: "Don't worry, I won't reveal your whereabouts, you should sleep well."

He re-tucked the quilt for Bai Long, and then sat on the side and looked at him quietly.

Perhaps because he felt the warmth in the room, Bailong's breath gradually stabilized, and his lips gradually regained a trace of blood.

As he got better, Ye Heng finally lost his heart, and the eyes that looked at him gradually softened.

It was unexpected that Bailong would appear in a place other than Washi.

And this place is still his own bed.

At the beginning, many people wanted to invite Bailong to perform at their residence, but Bailong always appeared and disappeared out of thin air, and even the team leader of Washi City had no chance to talk to him, so this matter was left behind. There are also many legends about white dragons emerging in the village.

Some people say that he is a foreign celebrity who likes to travel around the world, and that he performs for travel expenses; others say that he is a puppet, and his performance is actually a large-scale puppet show, which is why his appearance is so perfect; others say that he is a puppet. A god, who came down to earth to perform tricks for his sweetheart, and then rushed back to the sky as an errand...

In short, Bailong's image is always mysterious and powerful. When others look at him, he is always looking at the moon in the water. Although he is close at hand, he is also far away in the sky.

Ye Heng guessed that it was probably made up by the team leader of Washi to attract people, but whenever he sat in the audience, he would also be affected by those rumors, and felt that Bailong was so perfect that it was unbelievable.

But the white dragon in front of him, whether it was his fragile expression or the scars on his skin, all showed that he was a man of flesh and blood.He is not as omnipotent as on stage, he will be hated by others, he will run away when he is troubled by others, he will get wet in the rain, and his clothes will be stained by sewage.

And he finally fled to his own home, does it also mean that he actually observed himself secretly, asked about himself, and believed that he could give him shelter?

Ye Heng felt as if he had spied a secret, and his heart suddenly became clear, and he couldn't stop grinning, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

It's just that, immersed in these unexplained and wonderful emotions, he had already forgotten what he had hidden on the top of the canopy bed.