Xu Fengnian asked Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng to pack their luggage, go down the mountain alone, and come to the restaurant. When he saw this Qingzhuniang, he would lie there and sleep. If he was seen by a so anxious animal like a thin monkey, he would not have to drag it into the depths of the dense forest or ride it as a mare? Xu Fengnian sat down and reached out to pat her on the cheek, and shook her. The woman with a tragic fate subconsciously wiped the corners of her mouth, for fear of losing her composure. Most women like this, love beauty, cherish fame, and are even more afraid of death. Of course, there will be exceptions. Xu Fengnian has seen too many women who do not let their beards dare not underestimate women. Besides, he is not a bad age for women over 70 years old. As long as he is not a big enemy of life and death, he is very kind.

Qingzhu Niang was confused and immediately hugged the collar tightly. She didn't notice anything unusual, so she quietly breathed a sigh of relief. This expression made Xu Fengnian a little hurt. Qingzhu Niang was a person who had experienced it, and she had already become familiar with men and women. She glanced at the helplessness of this young man from the corner of her eyes. She smiled and said, "Little Bastard, you don't even dare to knock on the widow's door, you'll be so angry!"

Xu Fengnian said bluntly: "Zhongyi Village angered the devils of the Chenmen's thatched cottage. Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng, the heads of the family, will take you south to Jizhou for escape. I think life may be bumpy, but it should be better than being mermaid here and living a little more comfortable life. If you don't go to Jizhou, it depends on your own meaning. I won't force it. Explain in advance that Zhongli Handan of Changlefeng's Thatched Cottage is dead, and you have no backer."

Qing Zhuniang looked stunned and murmured to herself: "Die? Finally dead?"

Xu Fengnian nodded and said, "I can't die anymore, I won't lie to you."

Qing Zhuniang lay on the table and was stunned. Her tall peaks came out to scare people again, right? Aren’t you afraid of crushing the table? Xu Fengnian took a few glances openly and asked with a smile: “Can you ride a horse?”

Qing Zhuniang threw her eyes, "I can even make human buns, why can't I ride a horse?"

Xu Fengnian nodded with strange eyes and said suddenly: "You can ride a horse."

Qing Zhuniang's eyes were as charming as silk, and she gently stepped on the instep of the sword-behind the underside of the table, and said softly: "Isn't it? If the young master doesn't believe it..."

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I'm not a casual man."

Qing Zhuniang stopped teasing, lowered her eyelids and whispered: "I am a casual woman, right?"

At the end of the words, there was no even a tone of doubt.

Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his finger and flicked her forehead. Seeing that she was like a girl who had made a mistake and was punished by severe elders, she pressed her hands on her forehead, and her eyes had never been so pure. Xu Fengnian twisted her cheeks, shrank her hands and smiled, "You are even more good than a good woman, I said."

Qing Zhuniang didn't seem to take it too seriously and said with a sad look on her face: "What can I do when I go to Jizhou?"

Xu Fengnian stroked the empty wine jar with two fingers and said softly: "Continue to be the owner of a wine shop, remember to sell good wine, don't open a black shop to make human meat buns."

The sound of horse hooves came.

Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng took less than twenty horses down the mountain. The two of them got off the horse and came to the table, respectfully. Qing Zhuniang looked at the two cottage leaders who seemed to be mice and saw cats, and were confused.

Xu Fengnian counted the number of people and said with a smile: "You are only twenty more horses. Is the second leader who stopped you? Didn't you let the entire village take care of your family?"

Han Fang looked embarrassed.

Zhang Xiucheng's mouth raised, and he hit the nail on the head. If he hadn't tried his best to stop him, he would have only brought eighteen strong brothers to Jizhou. With Han Fang's idea, he would have wanted to take them all to the south.

Xu Fengnian then slowly got up, walked around the wine table to Qingzhuniang, picked her up, carried her to her horse, raised her head and said, "Qingzhuniang, go to Jizhou, and find a man you like in the future. If you marry again, who dares to break your mouth? I will let the two leaders tear their mouths."

On the horse's back, the young woman with alcohol suddenly started crying, bent down and hugged the study scholar's head, but refused to let go.

It's a long time, a long time.

Xu Fengnian finally spoke with great difficulty: "I can't breathe."

The men from Zhongyi Village were all stunned, let alone when Qingzhu Niang was even shy as a little lady?

Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Living well, there is no greater reason in the world than this."

She nodded and wiped away her tears.

Twenty-one riders gradually traveled far away.

Xu Fengnian waved his hand, touched his head, and whispered: "It smells so good, so heavy."

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In addition to his funny name, Du Qinglou only had a very ordinary face. His skills were not up or down among many foreign Qingkes in Shen's Caotang, and he could not participate in secret events. He went up the mountain to Changle Peak five or six years ago. Because he played a sharp sword technique that was not circulated in the world, his sword moves were not fancy, but his murderous aura was very strong, so he was often caught by Zhongli Handan to compete and sharpen his sword. Du Qinglou was not the kind of introverted temperament who lived alone and had a talk with many guests on the mountain. He was a small character who was willing to lower his body to get along with the relationship. He was also one of the few noble Qingkes in the Caotang who were willing to give the counterfeit bandits a good face. He often went down the mountain to drink and joke.

Today, there was a thrilling fight outside the square of the main building. He followed him immediately, but he just stood around the corner and peered without showing up. A guest passing by said sarcastically and snorted coldly. Du Qinglou didn't mind being spitting. After seeing the wonderful fight of scholars with swords, he silently remembered the moves and turned back to the second floor of the single-family building. He did not pick up a bamboo tube that he often used, but picked up a very rarely used bamboo tube spring bamboo shoot pen. The tip of the pen was a long tip of the sheep hair. He was good at writing small characters of mosquitoes and flies. He focused his mind and quickly filtered the notes in his mind.

Then, I started writing like flying on a small piece of square-inch ripe Xuan. After blowing the ink, I twisted my fingers into a roll and stuffed it into a short pen cap. After blocking it with the inkstone mud, I got up and opened a vertically ventilated nanmu box cabinet. I picked up a bamboo bird cage covered by black cloth and pulled off the fabric. There was a pigeon standing on the bamboo cage with its eyes like green water, so it was also known as green drip. It is a first-class breed among short-range carriers, especially within 500 miles of transmission. Its explosive power is the first. It quickly surpassed the eagle and falcon, tied the lightweight bamboo tube pen cap with silk thread, and threw out this inconspicuous green drip outside the window in the night.

After Du Qinglou released the pigeon, he took out a pot of wine downstairs, sat on a nanmu chair, drank and poured himself at the table, and one hand subconsciously stroked the handle of the nanmu chair. Shenmen's Caotang is not in love with the Northern Imperial Woods of Red Sandalwood and Red Rose, but he is interested in collecting giant wood nanmu for decoration. Nanmu is the first of the four famous trees in Jiangnan in the Central Plains. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that Nanxiang Shouren people in the tang. Most of the Shen family members in the tang used the particularly precious golden silk nanmu. For Du Qinglou's first-class Qingke Sanren, they can only be lowered one after another. Using yellow nanmu as furniture decoration is also considered to be a kind of beautiful wood with purple fragrance. For martial arts people who lick blood at the knife, there is such a chair sitting under their butt, and they don't have to worry about food and clothing, and there is really nothing to complain about.

Unfortunately, Du Qinglou is not an ordinary gangster. He is a sect catcher in Zhu Wang, Beimang. Like many colleagues infiltrated the major sects of various sects in the rivers and lakes, he was ordered to lurk in Shenmen’s acaotang. He had to report to the truth that it was usually once every ten years. When encountering an emergency, he could deal with it at his discretion. As for the filtering and screening of information, he did not need to worry about it. Du Qinglou believed that his identity was hidden and was not seen through by Caotang. He took a step back ten thousand steps, even if those old Shen foxes saw through it, what would you dare to drive himself down the mountain? He did not dare to give him a brave heart to the Chenmen’s acaolo. This is equivalent to challenging Zhu Wang, tearing his face apart, and the peace of Changlefeng’s acaotang will come to an end.

Du Qinglou was in a good mood and he became more and more delicious when drinking. The tip of his tongue slowly returned to his aftertaste, and his pupils suddenly shrank violently. Du Qinglou stood up and asked loudly, "Who is visiting?"

No one answered, the tightly tied door bolt was cut off by some sharpness, and then gently pushed it away. Du Qinglou kicked off the nanmu chair, and his brocade clothes were as beautiful as butterflies, and he flew in. He didn't see any movement. The chair quietly landed on the ground and the door was also closed. Du Qinglou leaned against a beam and pillar, and was about to pull out his sleeve sword, but he looked up and saw two gorgeous sleeves fluttering columns.

It is like a cluster of lotus flowers blooming around the beams.

The next moment he was strangled, which made Du Qinglou regret. According to Zhu Wang's internal "secret law", the duckling contained a secret poisonous gill under his tongue. Once his whereabouts were exposed, he would commit suicide. However, Du Qinglou never thought that someone in the Caotang would kill him. He has been lazy in the past two years. After entering this spider web, he has never heard of the situation and was forced to bite and commit suicide. However, he only heard of a poor worm who killed himself by drinking too much. Du Qinglou immediately knew how stupid he was. Not only did the visitor tie his neck, but his other hand almost cut off his limbs and meridians at the same time. Even if he let go, he could only fall to the ground like a pool of mud and unable to move. Such techniques were so skillful that it seemed like a skilled woman cooking and cutting vegetables.

But the woman in front of me was such a charming beauty!

The most thrilling thing is that her extremely scarlet and eye-catching lips were. Du Qinglou, who knew that she would die, wanted to know what kind of rouge was, which made her so charming and so cold.

She chuckled softly and said, "I have intercepted the secret letter you gave to another butterfly-catching girl in the Rooster Town three hundred miles away."

Du Qinglou, who could only make a hoarse voice, asked, "Who are you?"

She didn't want to answer, but for no reason she squinted her eyes as charming as a crescent moon, and laughed sweetly: "It's your mother who has been separated for many years. Is this answer beautiful?"

Du Qinglou, who capsized in the gutter, was almost frustrated by this sentence. Being from Zhu Wang means that he is not afraid of death, and even torture is regarded as a joke, but he is trapped in death and has no power to fight back. The key murderer is still such a young woman, like a vixen who has been cultivated into a human form for thousands of years, which makes Du Qinglou a little confused and cannot even become fierce. As for the so-called beheading of his head that is rumored in the world, he is a good man eighteen years later. , even more so stupid. Du Qinglou stared at the killer, only knowing that she was a single mountain and an envoy of Dunhuang City. All the news was written in that letter, because it was too eye-catching to let the pigeon fly during the day. To be careful, Du Qinglou usually passes secret messages around the middle of the night. He was just glad that there would be a later benefit to sending the message later. This would be better than to happen to be a coincidence. The news of the young swordsman was written together, but all the efforts were gone.

She asked, "That green drip is not dead yet, why don't you send it with another secret letter?"

Du Qinglou's eyes were filled with Gu Jingbubo, and he asked calmly: "If I do this, I can survive?"

She said for granted: "No."

Du Qinglou laughed sarcastically and said, "Why do you need to write it?"

She blinked and smiled charmingly: "I always thought it was a lucky thing to live longer when I was young."

Du Qinglou suddenly said, "I'll write!"

She shook her head and said, "Since you know that you are not afraid of death, you will not give you the opportunity to scheming in the letter."

With a click, the sound of bones shattering was very clear. The poor hunting Lang died with his eyes open, leaned against the beam and pillar, and sat on the ground with his head tilted.

The woman didn't even look at the corpse. She walked slowly up the second floor, looked at the ivory pen holder, and immediately picked out the long-edged pen of the spring bamboo shoot, sheep hair, and made a knife. She bent down to cut off the clever Xuan, which was not the same size as the secret letter in her hand. She did not rush to write and make up the news. She moved several books Du Qinglou often read on the desk, and carefully browsed some of the handwriting of Du Qinglou's evaluations. Then she reached into her collar and took out the green drop of water from her plump and spectacular chest. If Du Qinglou saw this scene, her eyes would probably be glaring out. The woman put the pigeon on the desk, untied the tied silk thread, took off the pen cap, peeled off the sealing mud, and pulled out the secret letter. Compared with the handwriting, it was indeed very different. She pointed to a little green drop of water on the hand and laughed softly: "Like you, you are unwilling to be honest."

She suddenly put down the long hair of the sheep, her eyes became hot, and she reached into her peaks with one hand, her eyes were blurred, and her slight voice was like crying and complaining. After a long time, she finally stopped being so cute and panting, suppressing her long cry: "Your Highness, Prince~"
Chapter completed!