Updated: 2012-09-25

The female assassin with a gauze on her face threw a charming look and said in a pretentious manner: "No wonder some people are reluctant to leave you, so how about I let you go if you sleep with me for a night?"

Before Zhang Ning answered, Luo Yaoniang said coldly: "You can kill a soldier, not be humiliated, don't be too slow here, please feel free!" The female assassin smiled and said, "I have always kept my word, don't take it as a joke. Besides, I asked Mr. Ping'an. Mr. Ping'an, what do you think of this business?" Zhang Ning knew that the woman was teasing him, so he said, "Isn't this good?" He remembered the night when he jumped out of the window and ran away in Nanjing, but at that time he did not look back at the window. He only thought in his heart that he had locked the window before he fell asleep. It might be even more difficult to use the same trick again. Moreover, this time he was not the only one in the room, but also in a foreign land without acquaintances.

The female assassin holding a peach blossom iron fan said coquettishly: "Why, I am not beautiful enough, or is it not good enough?" While speaking, he walked forward a few steps, deliberately raised his chest and pushed up the loose clothes. She got closer and closer, Zhang Ning held the kitchen knife tightly in his hand, and now he could cut people with a distance. But he never moved. Not only did he have no confidence in hitting the girl, but there were two people next to her. Since it was an assassin, he probably wouldn't be too bad. Zhang Ning stared at the girl in front of her and suddenly found that there seemed to be a scar on her face covered by her scarf. She also noticed Zhang Ning's gaze, and immediately stood there, sighing slightly, "I like tonight... I can cover up a lot of things in a hazy way." She turned around while saying that, almost turned her back to Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning held the kitchen knife tighter and tighter. It would not be a loss if he could cut one to death! He felt that his palms were already soaked in sweat. He had known that he would tie a piece of cloth to the hilt of the knife to avoid slipping.

At this moment, the woman suddenly turned her head, looked at Zhang Ning's calm face with interest, and said with a smile: "You also write a poem for me, and I will let you go immediately if I want to be as good as 'If life is only like the first meeting'... Do you believe it now?"

Zhang Ning was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that this was strange. How did she know that poem? He first published this poem on the night before his escape. It was not ruled out that he was heard by the enemy's eyeliner outside the Fuleyuan, but the matter was urgent. It was impossible for the other party to attach a poem when he was spreading the news... If that was true, what kind of state is this? Isn't it a joke? In addition, people who have heard this poem include Miss Wang Family, Ma Maocai, and Fang Ling from Fuleyuan. Among them, Fang Ling may have the greatest possible transmission, because Miss Wang Family has no ink, and even Ma Maocai cannot listen to it and memorize it.

This female assassin has something to do with Fang Ling? Is Fang Ling an enemy or a friend?

No matter what, a glimmer of hope rose in Zhang Ning's heart. He then threw the kitchen knife that was not used in his hand to the ground with a "kneel" sound, and calmly clasped his fists and said, "It's better to obey your orders than respect in this way."

Luo Yaoniang looked at him in confusion, and her eyes were still a little annoyed. Zhang Ning was willing to be teased like a monkey? The female assassin's face showed joy, unlike a disguise. Everything that happened in front of Luo Yaoniang made her feel very strange.

"Take the pen and ink out quickly to serve Mr. Ping'an." The Iron Fan Assassin ordered. It seemed that she was prepared. The package contained not weapons but paper and ink.

Zhang Ning glanced at the peach blossoms drawn on the paper of the fan she was holding, and she was already thinking about it. She took the pen and dipped it in ink and wanted to write it. Perhaps his movements were a bit sloppy, and the female assassin reminded: "I come here from afar and ask for a poem, but you can't let me be compared."

Zhang Ningqiang smiled and wrote with a stroke.

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and Peach Blossom Fairy under Taohua Temple..." As soon as he read a sentence, the female assassin became happy and picked up her fan and took a look, "It's very appropriate!"

"... The peach blossom immortal planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms for money. He woke up and sat in front of the flowers, and came to sleep under the flowers when he was drunk; he was half awake and half drunk day after day, and the flowers bloomed and fell year after year. I hope that he would die of old age and death, and he would not bow in front of the carriage and horse; the carriage and horse are full of fun, and the wine is poor, and the wine is poor, and the flowers are poor. If the wealthy is better than the poor, one is on the flat ground and the other is in the sky; if the poor are poor, he will drive me to freely. Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others for being unable to see through; if I don't see the tomb of the heroes of Wuling, I will be hoeed to the fields without flowers or wine."

Zhang Ning wrote very quickly. He liked this poem with very vernacular words in his previous life. He was very familiar with it. He wrote it casually without any pressure. He let out a breath and put down the brush, blew a breath on the paper. He was also influenced by the artistic conception in the poem and felt that he had become more casual. He pretended to be free and easy and smiled: "Is this poem worth changing two lives?"

The female assassin looked happily and said, "You scholar, you are really understanding. No wonder others are reluctant to part with you when they meet you. My name is Peach Blossom Fairy. When I go back, I have to draw a fan, and write this poem on the other side. It's a pity that the fan cannot be written by Mr. Ping'an."

"It's useless to ask. If you use this fan to fight with a weapon, the fan bone is iron, and it is not easy to damage. It's only a matter of time before the fan is torn apart." Zhang Ning said with his hands behind his back. He paused and tentatively, "'If life is just like the first meeting', the whole poem has 56 words, but this poem has 140 words. Are you afraid that you can't compare to Miss Fang? At least there are more words than hers."

The female assassin who called himself "Peach Blossom Fairy" came back and looked at him: "That's the matter. Then I say goodbye. Thank you for giving the poem by Mr. Ping'an." After that, he carefully put away the rice paper and put it in the package as if it was treasured.

Zhang Ning clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry to send it away."

"There will be a period later." Taohua Fairy and others quickly disappeared outside the door.

Zhang Ning closed the door and walked back swaggeringly. Seeing Luo Yaoniang looking at her incredible, she finally couldn't help asking, "What are they leaving?"

Just after returning from the brink of death, he suddenly became safe. The feeling of being light and so cool. Zhang Ning was so excited that he wanted to dance with his hands and feet, but he felt that he should pretend to be... or humorous, so he pretended to be relaxed and said in a serious and relaxed tone: "They are actually here to ask for poetry. They are very satisfied with poetry. Why don't they leave?"

Luo Yaoniang frowned and pondered for a moment, and said, "Who is Miss Fang? You know Miss Fang, your friendship is pretty good; and the assassin, who is known as the Peach Blossom Fairy, also has a friendship with Miss Fang, so she lets you go. In fact, it is because Miss Fang, which is not a poem. Is that true? Peach Blossom Fairy cannot take risks for a poem. If she lets us go, there will be trouble. How can I explain it to Zhou Ne's people?"

Zhang Ning sighed and thought to himself that Luo Yaoniang really lacks a sense of humor, and I don’t know if it is a common problem among the ancients.

"Who is Miss Fang?" Luo Yaoniang asked again in a heavy tone, just a questioning question, with a look of jealousy and anger.

"Miss Fang?" Zhang Ning pondered for a moment and said helplessly, "Oh! She is a brothel girl."

He thought to himself that he had taken advantage of this woman due to the environment, and he felt that she was a little interested in him. What was the concept of this Ming Dynasty woman? He lacked concepts, mainly because Zhang Ning was not a person who was flirting with her and had no experience in his memory. He was afraid that Luo Yaoniang thought that she was on two boats or abandoned her at all times, so how could she have revenge in the future? He had no power and no power now. He was Yang Shiqi's daughter, so he would have to do more in the future.

Relying on Lord Yang's party to survive, wouldn't she be seeking death if she really made her angry? So to be honest, Fang Ling was a prostitute, so that Luo Yaoniang would not have to bothered her again: According to the customs of the Ming Dynasty, she could only marry one wife, but the scholar class in the early Ming Dynasty could not marry a prostitute as a wife, and it was difficult to even get the prostitute back as a concubine. In this way, Fang Ling would not have the feelings that threatened Luo Yaoniang; but she was a bit of a bad image and actually had sex with prostitutes, which was helpless.

"You..." Luo Yaoniang was indeed angry and struggled to sit up. She seemed to have recovered from her illness by eight points. She picked up the pillow with her back hand and threw it over, "Zhang Ning! I didn't expect you to be that kind of person!"

"Don't be impatient, your health is important. Are you still sick?" Zhang Ning hurriedly stepped forward and comforted her, "If I don't know Miss Fang, we are dead now, who am I? Dead."

"Don't touch me, men and women will not be kissed!" Luo Yaoniang was still angry, "Who are you doing with me?" She may have realized a realistic problem now. She felt a good impression after only a few days after she knew Zhang Ning. This person looks good, and is literary and elegant, and can write poetry. Other women also like it. They are mostly a romantic and wandering person, otherwise how could they have such a good relationship with prostitutes and girls?

Zhang Ning couldn't explain and wanted to explain. He took a breath and said, "You should lie down and rest for a while, and recover from the illness quickly. Although you have played the assassin for the time being, I am afraid that we will encounter other Zhou Ne's men and women, so it's better for us to set off as soon as possible to escape from danger."

Luo Yaoniang still has many advantages, such as being sensible and sensible. She didn't continue to get involved in making her younger personality. She continued to sleep after drinking another bowl of medicine, but she was no longer allowed to sleep with her in the same bed. Zhang Ning had no choice but to make do with her on the chair for half a night.

The next morning, Luo Yaoniang's illness was not cured yet, but after resting for a day and a night, her condition was much better. This place was not safe and they could only go on the road as early as possible to avoid long nights of dreams.

They walked north all the way, but fortunately they never encountered any interception on the road. I think Zhou Ne, who was in charge of this matter, wouldn't have sent unreliable people like the "Peach Blossom Fairy" to do things. After all, Zhou Ne is a civil servant, so there is no need or any conditions to raise a dead soldier.

When they approached the Shuntian Prefecture, both of them gradually became relaxed. Luo Yaoniang said: "As soon as they enter Beijing, you don't have to worry about Zhou Ne anymore. This person is in trouble and is eager to jump over the wall with such despicable means. No one can protect him if he is an official without following the rules. Let's see what he will end up with."

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