Would you like to live with his mother?

Gu Zhao smiled and did not answer, but gently pressed Qin Xinglie's neck and shoulders to help him relax his muscles.

Qin Xinglie was a little disappointed, but he also knew that it was indeed a bit presumptuous to say such words casually.

He continued to bury his head on Gu Zhao's shoulder, smelling the familiar fragrance of her body.

"Ah Zhao smells so good." Qin Xinglie whispered, "Did you make this yourself?"

When Gu Zhao is free, besides practicing martial arts, he also makes incense.

Qin Xinglie once treated Gu Zhao in the incense room in the backyard and saw Gu Zhao's elegant and calm techniques. But it seems that he has never smelled this fragrance before?

Gu Zhao said "Yeah" and squeezed his shoulders seriously, "What did you do? Didn't you change your position all day? Your shoulders are stiff."

Only then did Qin Xinglie remember that he was in the palace, and in order to persuade Yuan Zhimei, he half-knelt beside her for most of the day, whispering endlessly.

At that time, he didn't take it to heart at all. Only Gu Zhao would notice such details and massage him with such concern.

Feeling warm in his heart, Qin Xinglie wanted to tell Gu Zhao about his worries and ask her to help him find a solution.

In fact, it was not that he couldn't take Yuan Zhimei away from the palace, but such a move would completely break his relationship with Bei'an.

He had never thought about overthrowing Bei'an, but Qin Youzhen would not think so.

Bei'an's current military strength is not enough to begin with. If another part is divided to guard against his death-seeking army, it will only benefit Dong Hao.

At that time, wouldn't it be like holding Bei'an's hindrance behind and becoming a lackey for the Donghao people?

But Qin Xinglie opened and closed his mouth several times, but still did not say the matter.

He is afraid.

Yes, Qin Xinglie, who killed his first person at the age of five and started to explore the world alone at the age of six. Qin Xinglie, who has been called "King Li" for so many years, actually became scared.

She was afraid that after Gu Zhao found out that his future mother-in-law was a notorious demon concubine, she would be even more resistant to getting married to him.

After all, Qin Xinglie knew that half of the legends about Yuan Zhimei from the outside world were fabricated, and half of them were true.

Yuan Zhimei's character is really not very kind, and he is indeed very self-centered...

The depression in his heart was difficult to explain, and he was silently rejected by Gu Zhao. Thinking that Gu Zhao, who was not very happy to marry him in the first place, might be more resistant to him because of his mother... Qin Xinglie's eyes turned scarlet.

He suddenly hugged the slender and strong waist of the woman in his arms, lifted her up with one hand, and strode to the bed.

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The wind finally became cooler in the second half of the night, and Lin Junting felt sleepy coming in waves, ready to drown him at any time.

But he didn't dare to sleep. When he couldn't bear it anymore, he used the dagger in his hand to cut a scar on his left arm, using the pain to resist sleepiness.

He was afraid that he would be attacked while sleeping and die in this small shabby house.

Because this is the most chaotic North Street in Shangjing City, and because he had just witnessed a group of people killing someone and carrying the body and throwing it into the river, but no officers or soldiers came to take care of it.

He couldn't get out of the city and had no place to stay, so he had to find a deserted place in the dark. He didn't know how he ended up here.

Just now, someone followed him all the way outside this shabby house. He was scolded sternly before he retreated angrily.

In the early morning, when Lin Junting was about to fall asleep, there were indeed chaotic footsteps outside.

Lin Junting woke up suddenly, hiding in the corner and holding the dagger tightly. He knew that if he was timid or soft-handed today, his end might be like the deceased just now, buried in the dirty and cold river water.

In the dark and silent night, roars and screams came from the room.

Soon someone was crawling and escaping from this shabby house that had long been unoccupied, wailing all the way like "he's dead", "boy, just wait for me", "you're cruel enough" and the like.

Then, he disappeared at the end of the dark alley.

Lin Junting killed two people.

Saved his life and property.

The blood soaked the handle of the dagger, and he almost couldn't hold it and let the dagger fall to the ground.

But for some reason, he didn't feel frightened anymore.

He didn't know whether it was because he had become numb due to too many changes in the day, or because the memories of practicing martial arts with veterans of hundreds of battles when he was young were suddenly awakened and gave him courage.

Hearing the sound of his feet stepping on the bloody mud, Lin Junting felt a little sick, but it was just nausea.

It's not like the veteran said that the first time someone kills someone, he or she will vomit.

He even used the starlight to pull out a handful of weeds in the yard and wipe the blood from his hands and the hilt of his sword.

Then Lin Junting cut off a strip of the coat that he had rolled up into a ball and used as a baggage, wrapped it around the hilt of his sword, and held it firmly.

"That's right, it'll be much better after a while." He muttered to himself.

Veterans said that they all had cloth wrapped around the handles of their knives, so that when killing people, the knife would not slip due to blood and the knife would not hold tightly.

Lin Junting held the hilt of the sword wrapped with cloth and walked out of the dilapidated house step by step, preparing to find another place to hide.

The sky gradually became brighter and the city gate slowly opened.

Lin Junting wore the clothes he exchanged with a beggar and mingled with the team leaving the city, hoping to get through and leave Shangjing.

Thinking about it now, what Gu Zhao said was right. At that time, she told someone not to come back and to fly away immediately.

But at that time, Lin Junting was always unwilling to give in. He always felt that if Gu Zhao was willing to help, he could still take away a few of his relatives...

"You, stop!"

Seeing that it was Lin Junting's turn, his whole heart was in the air, he lowered his head and bowed his waist, and walked forward imitating a beggar's walking posture.
Chapter completed!