The spring breeze blew across the threshold, blowing through the clinking bead curtains, and also blew away the strong smell of medicine in the house.

"Ah-"

Zheng Mei sniffed, put the empty bowl aside, and ate a few more candied dates.

After the sweet taste rolled across the tip of her tongue, she hesitated for a while, but spit out the candied dates, the bitter taste of the concoction still lingered in her throat.

She can't swallow hard objects for a while, can't speak loudly, all of this is thanks to Lu Chiu.

"Miss, why don't you send him to office? It's really not good, let's tell the master and the wife."

Zheng Mei's maid helped her with the medicine, and she was really worried when she saw the purple bruises on her neck.

Yesterday, she received news that she went to pick up Zheng Mei at the back door. As soon as she arrived, she saw that she was soaked wet, wearing a guard's coat, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and she looked like she was being persecuted.

"Does that mean I'm going to lose all my face?" Zheng Mei pressed her throat and could only speak in an airy voice

She said yesterday that she wanted to send him off to scare Lu Chiao. If she did send him off, wouldn't everyone in Cangzhou know that she took the initiative to show her favor but was thrown into the water?

And for Lu Zhiyao, what's so powerful about the reporter, maybe he can't even catch him, it's better to cut to his heart and make him regret provoking her.

"How are you doing?"

"It's almost there." The little girl replied while applying the medicine.

"After he came to Cangzhou, he either went to our house to find Li Ruoshui, or went to the teahouse in Yanliuxiang to listen to books, and nothing else."

"This kind of temper, if it's not too dangerous, it really suits my appetite."

Zheng Mei shook his head and put this terrible thing behind him: "However, his relationship with Li Ruoshui is unusual."

Zheng Mei looked out the window, lost in thought.

She couldn't think of how she could take revenge for a while. After all, although Lu Zhiyao looked gentle and gentle, she had already learned his temperament, and it was probably insufferable.

Can't beat and beat, scolded and can't speak, isn't this too embarrassing?

"Miss, why don't you go outside to get some air. The doctor said that you have typhoid fever, so you should get more sunshine."

"Alright."

The two walked to the garden in the mansion to rest and bask in the sun. In a blink of an eye, they saw a light yellow dangling over the rockery, which was very conspicuous.

Zheng Mei knew that this person was Li Ruoshui just by seeing the corner of the skirt.

People in Zheng Mansion like to wear calm colors, even if she mostly wears glaze blue, she is the only one in the mansion who can wear such conspicuous colors.

Zheng Mei and the little maid looked at each other, moved their positions gently, and stood at the blind corner of the rockery to look there.

I saw Li Ruoshui walking around with a piece of letter paper, looking serious, as if thinking about something.

Near her, Zheng Mei saw Lu Zhiyao unsurprisingly.

He was sitting at the stone table, stroking a long string of red flowers in his hand, and seemed to be thinking.

One person is dressed in snow, and the other is pale yellow. It looks like the snow-capped mountains are dyed with a touch of sunshine, and they are very suitable.

Although the two did not communicate, the atmosphere was harmonious, and Zheng Mei could feel the peace from such a distance.

Lu Zhiyao shook the red flower in his hand, a smile appeared on his lips, and he turned his head to "look" at them.

The neck seemed to hurt again, Zheng Mei trembled subconsciously, took a step back, and couldn't help but look away.

"Miss?" The little maid supported her and patted her back: "He's just a blind man, don't be afraid."

Zheng Mei took a deep breath to strengthen herself, she couldn't resist the curiosity in her heart, and looked there tentatively again.

She wanted to see how the two got along.

"really interesting."

Li Ruoshui looked at the stationery in his hand and said these four words expressionlessly, feeling his head was big.

Because Mrs. Zheng's words "don't want children for now" yesterday really shocked Li Ruoshui, she planned to find out the person who poisoned Zheng Yanqing in the house, and quickly reconciled.

When the truth of the poisoning was revealed, there would be far fewer guards in the Zheng residence to protect Zheng Yanqing, and letters should be found soon.

All in all, she intends to spoil things.

In the original book, the drugged servant was someone who had been in the Zheng residence for many years, and she only needed to find that person out.

The method is very simple, but there is a problem. She can't remember the name of the little servant, only vaguely remember his surname Chen.

There are many Xiao Chen in the Zheng family. There are a total of eleven who have been raised in the Zheng family since childhood, eight have been exposed to medicine, and five are male.

Li Ruoshui stared at the five names on the paper with a serious expression, trying to evoke some related memories, but the memories didn't come out, instead, a clear emoji was drawn.

An emoji about Ma Dongmei.

...

I really don’t have an impression of what should remember, and can think of things that shouldn’t be remembered anywhere.

In the original book, Lu Feiyue happened to encounter the little servant who had poisoned her, and she followed it for several days to obtain evidence before revealing it.

But she wasn't Lu Feiyue, so she couldn't come across such a thing at all.

Li Ruoshui simply threw the letter on the stone table, ready to relax and change his mind.

She turned her head to look at the road to study the red flower, walked over and sat beside him.

"How? Have you figured out how to eat?"

This bunch of red seeds was in the garden of Zheng Mansion. Although it was April, there were quite a few blooming flowers standing in flower pots.

"What's the point of eating this." Lu Zhizhi closed his eyes and handed the flower to her with a smile: "Didn't you say you can sit down after walking for an hour?"

I just want to change the subject because don't want to leave!

Li Ruoshui leaned over on the table, and suddenly made a crisp clanging sound, which made Zheng Mei and Zheng Mei, who were behind the rockery, tremble.

They stuck their heads out and looked over there, and at one glance they both widened their eyes and opened their mouths slightly.

Two iron handcuffs were exposed under Li Ruoshui's unfurled sleeves, glowing cold iron black, tightly clasping her wrists, one black and one white in stark contrast.

There was also some black under the corners of her skirt blown by the wind, and some metallic sheen lit up.

Zheng Mei covered her mouth to block the exclamation that was about to exit. She couldn't help but feel a little touched. Did Li Xiaoping live such a difficult life?

Li Ruoshui, who was loved but didn't know, was trying to get rid of these two pairs of handcuffs.

Tie Biao made a piercing scream on the stone table, and she dragged her hand closer to him, pretending not to hear his question just now.

"This one has nectar in it, it's very sweet, try it."

She picked a small one from the top and handed it over, tapped his lips lightly, and said in a clear voice, "Open your mouth and taste it, and it will come out after you suck it."

The unique softness of flowers tapped the corners of the lips, a little itchy and a little cool.

Lu Zhiyao paused, then opened his lips slightly, held the flower, and gently sucked the nectar into the tip of his tongue.

It was sweet, but he had no interest in eating it.

Seeing that he didn't have a surprised expression, Li Ruoshui thought he didn't eat it, so he pushed the flower in and accidentally touched the tip of his tongue with his fingertips.

Li Ruoshui suddenly pulled out his hand, his wrist fell under the weight of the iron shackle, and hit the edge of the stone table mercilessly.

"hiss"

The shame that had just emerged was immediately suppressed by the pain.

After returning to God's way, he took out the string of red flowers and reached out to touch the place where Li Ruoshui was covering.

"Can I rub it for you?"

No, he just wanted to press her wound and make her hurt.

"It doesn't hurt, I'll just do it myself."

Hearing this, Lu Zhiyao withdrew his hand with a little regret and played with a string of red on the table.

Li Ruoshui looked at his expression, and thought about the thing he let himself bite him before, and couldn't help but ask.

"Do you like to hurt others or hurt yourself?"

After she figured it out, she could adjust herself as needed.

Lu Zhiyao raised his eyebrows and handed the sword to her, with a more sincere expression than a person who was martyred.

"Why don't you stab me and see for yourself, I won't hide."

Li Ruoshui: "..."

If she really believed it, it is estimated that the Zheng residence will hold a funeral tomorrow.

Li Ruoshui rubbed the wound, pretending to be in pain, to attract his attention, but he looked carefully at the iron bracelet on his wrist, thinking about how to undo it.

The iron bracelet on the wrist is just a simple flat ring, shaped like a wrist brace sold in modern times, biting her tightly without finding any gap.

Li Ruoshui calmly pulled the iron shackles with his two fingers, trying to pull them apart, but his hands trembled so hard that he couldn't succeed.

It was so easy to put them together this morning, how could it be so difficult to untie them?

Li Ruoshui is not so easy to admit defeat. She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth again. She couldn't help snorting hard.

The person beside her chuckled lightly, tapped the stone table with her fingertips, and waited with a smile for the result of her efforts.

The clasp inside the iron bracelet seemed to move a bit, but after that, there was no movement.

Li Ruoshui read it over and over again, no longer covering it up, and simply asked directly.

"Why can't you pull this off?"

Lu Zhiyao leaned over, and when Zheng Mei thought Li Ruoshui was going to suffer, Lu Zhiyao opened the iron chain on her wrist.

Zheng Mei: "..."

Where is the person who threw her into the water yesterday without saying a word.

"This is to exercise your hand strength. When you can pull it off, you won't need this."

After explaining, without giving Li Ruoshui any time to buffer, the iron-black handcuffs bit her wrist again, as if it was just a show.

Li Ruoshui: "..."

She just relaxed briefly.

Lu Zhiyao handed her the sword, like a good teacher who gives candy to students.

"Practice basic swordsmanship, I taught you."

Zheng Mei couldn't help clenching his fists when he saw this. He just felt that the distance was unreasonable. How could there be such a person in the world?

"Pull the handcuffs off, what about the feet?"

Zheng Mei's angry expression froze, she saw Li Ruoshui put his feet on the stone bench, revealing the pair of heavy and ugly shackles.

The goose-yellow skirt slid down, revealing her fair ankles, with a touch of cold black between the yellow and the white.

She swayed a bit, the shackles collided, and a ding sounded: "Don't you have to practice your feet to pull the shackles away?"

Li Ruoshui was not angry, and he didn't care about the ankle cuffs. Instead, he responded to him with a playful attitude, like a clear spring in the mountains, not only refreshing, but also not cold.

Lu Zhiyao curved his lips and smiled, his brows and eyes were soft, he raised his hand to touch the corner of her skirt, and down to touch the shackles, only lightly exerting force, the shackles opened in response.

Both of them knew that the shackles were undone by hand, but that sentence clearly made Lu Zhi happy.

As long as he is happy, he can ask for anything. This is what Li Ruoshui engraved in his brain.

Li Ruoshui moved his ankle, dragged his sore arm to pick up the thin sword, and danced the sword move weakly.

Although it's not clear what the reason is, practicing swordsmanship can definitely increase his favor. It's tiring, but it's worth it.

In terms of strategy, although there were occasional overturns, she still felt that she was in a good position.

Li Ruoshui verbally used force, which sounded like he was trying to dance the sword, but his arm was only raised by half an inch, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and the sword body was weakly circling.

Paddle, she always does.

"I can hear it."

Lu Zhiyao sighed softly, walked behind her, held her upper arm, and raised her hand to be parallel to the ground.

Then she smiled and tapped the position of her throat: "Painful moans should come naturally, how can they pretend to be."

Li Ruoshui raised his sore arm to practice the sword, and sure enough, he made a really painful sound, and the corner of Lu Zhi's lips could not be restrained from rising.

He stood behind her, listened to the wind carefully, and moved occasionally to help her adjust her movements.

Some people killed him to make him happy, while others tortured him to make him happy, and Li Ruoshui was probably the latter.

Zheng Mei looked at the two with a lot of flashes in his mind, and finally set his sight on Li Ruoshui's ankle.

For some reason, she had a special feeling that even if the pair of shackles were still on Li Ruoshui's legs, she would find a way to undo them, which couldn't restrain her at all.

It seems that the person being controlled is Li Ruoshui, but it seems that the initiative between them has always been with Li Ruoshui.

Zheng Mei unconsciously grabbed the corner of her skirt and looked at the two dancing swords, her brows slightly raised.

She seemed to know how to get revenge.