It was late at night, and the lights in the town became sparse.
There was no sound in the inn, only one person and one bird were left, standing on the ridge of the roof watching the wind.
The bird squatted on the tiles, maybe because it was bored because there was no one to talk to it. It looked at the wind and moon in the mountains, and said "chirp, chirp, chirp..." alone, which probably means - kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. It's over.
Wings go, hiding deep in body and name...
Fan Qinghe sat in front of him, not bothering to talk to Niaoniao. He held his cheek with one hand and his eyes were slightly absent-minded. He still hasn't gotten over what happened just now.
Fan Qinghe was born in Dongming Mountain. As early as he could remember, he happened to encounter the defeat of the Northwestern Royal Court and set off a prairie fire. After that, the situation of the various ministries plummeted, and all he could see was oppression and suffering.
As a descendant of Zhu Zong, Fan Qinghe could not be as carefree as ordinary girls. When girls of the same age first started to fall in love, she was practicing various skills. When girls of the same age got married, she started to stir up the whole Dongming.
The burden of the ministry's survival.
As the leader of the clan, she had no intention of thinking about personal marriage, she was completely blank about relationships, and she didn't think she had any special thoughts about Night Terror Hall.
But the previous few skin-to-skin kisses can be explained by misunderstandings. Just now, I had a night terror, but I actually kissed her from the front and even stuck out my tongue...
Why didn't she run away...
Not even very resistant...
Fan Qinghe bit his red lips lightly, not knowing what happened to him. While he was silently in a daze, the bird next to him suddenly raised his head and looked outside the town:
"grumble?"
Fan Qinghe came back to his senses, squinted and looked carefully at the official road outside the town, only to see a fast horse galloping past the official road in the distance, heading towards Xiaoshan Fort.
The horse seemed to be quite huge, and its mane fluttered in the wind like a galloping dragon and python. It just supported the heroine on it like a little girl riding a big horse; it was also incredibly fast, and only an afterimage could be seen in the distance, almost in the blink of an eye.
In the meantime, he crossed the official road outside the town and ran into the distance.
Although it is difficult to see clearly from a distance, there are probably fewer such powerful horses than Wukui in the Northern and Southern Dynasties combined. Fan Qinghe came to Jiangzhou with the official ship, so he naturally saw this independent horse.
Circle, the imperial mount that is pulled out for a walk on the deck every day.
Fan Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then stood up and looked carefully. The birds fluttered their wings and flew out of the town:
"Chi chi chi..."
The people and horses passing by outside the town were obviously not paying attention to what was happening outside the window and just immersed themselves in their journey.
As soon as the bird flew not far away, the galloping horse stopped abruptly, then turned around and ran towards the town.
Fan Qinghe originally thought that the empress was coming, but he was still a little nervous, so he flew down to the street and wanted to greet her.
As a result, when the horses approached, they discovered that on the back of the charcoal-red horse sat a slender fairy in a white dress, wearing a curtain hat on her head, a long sword and a wine gourd hanging from her waist...
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Fan Qinghe was stunned, his worried expression suddenly turned into disgust, and he stood up straighter:
"How did you come?"
Hoof-clack, hoof-clack...
The rhythmic sound of horse hooves stopped outside the inn. The amazing horse didn't even pant after running for a long time. It just stood there as steady as a rock, looking up at the little bird parked above its head.
Because it was inconvenient to ride a horse while wearing a skirt, Xuanji sat sideways on the saddle. When she arrived, she jumped to the ground and held the reins to look at the inn:
"Come and take a look when you are bored. Where is the Night Terror Hall?"
If it were in the past, the demon girl suddenly ran over and asked about the whereabouts of Ye Jingtang, Fan Qinghe would have thought it was normal.
But now Fan Qinghe already knew something. When he looked at the fairy-like enchantress, his eyes naturally changed. He came closer and frowned:
"Are you ashamed? As a Taoist nun from Yuxu Mountain, you are messing around with your apprentice men. You just left the Night Terror Hall for a day, and you can't wait to come here to look for it. It's just... alas..."
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Master Xuanji was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Qing He who was filled with disgust. After a moment of silence, he took off his curtain hat, revealing his cold and charming cheeks. Instead of feeling ashamed, there was even a bit of curiosity on his face:
"As an aunt, what are you doing with Night Terror Hall?"
Fan Qinghe's expression stiffened, and then he said in embarrassment: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly talk to him...You evildoer will file a complaint first, right?"
Master Xuanji walked around Fan Qinghe and looked at him:
"Nothing like that, why would he tell you about me?"
"I..." Fan Qinghe felt guilty and panicked: "I can see it myself! As Master Jing Wang, you are messing around with the juniors, and you are still acting like a normal person..."
Master Xuanji was actually panicking, but she didn't show it on her face. She raised her hand and touched Qinghe's skirt:
"I'm just the emperor's master, not the master of Ye Jingtang. A man is unmarried and a girl is unmarried. What's wrong with having mutual affection? You and Ye Jingtang are serious people..."
Fan Qinghe slapped the thief's hand away: "I'm just from the same clan as Princess Tianlang, and I'm just called clan sister according to seniority..."
"It means that you can also get married openly and openly. What can't I say to you?"
"..."
Fan Qinghe was no match for the witch. After a few words, she got herself involved. She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't speak. She turned around and wanted to leave, ignoring this shameless fox. But when she turned around, she felt something was wrong and raised her hand.
Road blocked:
"What are you doing here? Ye Jingtang was injured just now and is resting. If you have something to say outside, don't even think about going in to do that kind of...that kind of shameful thing."
Master Xuanji came all the way here, so naturally she wasn't delivering benefits. On the contrary, she wanted to clean up the night terror hall.
After all, the Night Terror Hall had tortured her terribly the night before. She didn't recover until yesterday afternoon, and she didn't even have time to settle the score with the Night Terror Hall.
Seeing Qinghe blocking the road, Xuanji Zhenren was not in a hurry to go up. Instead, he parked his horse into the stable and asked:
"Why is he injured again? Isn't Long Zhengqing at Wanghai Tower?"
Fan Qinghe was stunned when he heard this: "Long Zhengqing is at Wanghai Tower?"
"Yes, the news just came in the afternoon, saying that Long Zhengqing was at Wanghai Tower and carved a limerick: 'The young man was frivolous and angry, and he traveled thousands of miles to fight against the heroes. Now that he is old and has a strong heart, the drunken wine and the green front are waiting for the young.
dragon'."
Fan Qinghe blinked: "What do you mean?"
"In the afternoon, we will set up a hero challenge at Wanghai Tower and let Ye Jingtang go there to challenge him."
Master Xuanji came out of the stable, caught the bird and rubbed it:
"When Wu Kui fights against each other, usually one of them has to be defeated. This kind of arena is quite rare. As soon as the news came out, everything in Jiangzhou City went crazy, and many people ran to the beach. Long Zhengqing heated up the atmosphere.
, it was inappropriate for the Night Terror Hall not to show up, so I ran over and told him to put down the trivial matters first and go back to prepare. How was he injured? Is it serious? "
Fan Qinghe frowned slightly and responded: "Ye Jingtang came here just to find Long Zhengqing, but he couldn't find him. Instead, he bumped into Linghu Guanzhi. He also found a good sword. He just fought in Xiaoshan Fort.
They fought and beat Linghu Guanzhi to death..."
After listening to what happened at Xiaoshan Fort, Master Xuanji understood that Long Zhengqing's high-profile move was probably to cover up Linghu Guanzhi.
Now that Linghu Guanzhi was killed suddenly and the sword strip was successfully seized, this cover was naturally meaningless. Master Xuanji thought for a while and said:
"The news about Xiaoshan Fort has probably spread back to Jiangzhou City. I wonder if Long Zhengqing will become so angry that he will come directly to Ye Jingtang to steal the sword strip. Ye Jingtang just had a fight, so he wouldn't dare to do it without recuperation.
If you want to deal with Long Zhengqing rashly, where is he? I'll go and see how injured he is first."
Seeing this, Fan Qinghe got out of the way: "It's on the second floor, um... He didn't take a good rest and wanted to run around. He got an injection from me and he can't move around. Don't pull it out for him."
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When Master Xuanji heard this, he was a little confused. After glancing at He He who was a little evasive, he entered the inn alone...
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A woman's soft whisper sounded from the street outside the window.
Ye Jingtang had already fallen asleep, but at this time he woke up again and was wondering whether Long Zhengqing would be able to scream in the wind, or whether he would come to him and snatch the sword back.
While he was thinking secretly, light footsteps could be heard outside the room.
Step, step...
Ye Jingtang turned his head and looked at the curtain, considered it for a moment, then raised his hand and inserted the silver needle into his neck, making an appearance as if his whole body was limp.
Squeak~
Soon, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Xuanji, who was wearing a white dress as white as snow, glanced into the room; the follower Niaoniao also poked his head under the door:
"Jiji?"
Ye Jingtang turned his eyes and said unexpectedly:
"Fairy Lu, why are you here?"
Seeing the night terror, Master Xuanji couldn't move. Naturally, there was a little playfulness in his eyes. He entered the house quietly, shut the birds out, ignored the "ta da da~" sound of the door being kicked, and came to the curtain with light steps.
, raise your finger and hook lightly.
Inside the curtain, Ye Jingtang's upper body was naked, his chest was wrapped with a bandage, and he was wearing black thin pants underneath, with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Master Xuanji raised her eyebrows and sat elegantly beside the bed, running her fingers across her strong chest muscles:
"You pervert, did you take advantage of He He when you were injured, so she sealed your acupuncture points?"
Ye Jingtang looked at Shui'er whose eyes were full of 'You too have today', and said helplessly:
"How could it be, do I look like that kind of person?"
"Don't you look like that?"
When Master Xuanji said this, he became a little unhappy. He took off his shoes and lay down on his side in front of him. His eyes were like those of an evil witch who was asking for punishment:
"The night before yesterday, Ning'er wanted to deal with me, so I had no choice but to act generous. Don't tell me that you don't understand my thoughts. You knew I was in trouble. What did you do?"
Ye Jingtang was blown by Rulan's breath on his ears, blinked his eyes and said:
"I didn't do anything, I just served Fairy Lu well."
"You don't dare to say so, do you?"
Master Xuanji moved her fingers in circles on her chest and said slowly:
"Then let me tell you. You took advantage of my difficulty in refusing and asked me to hold the watermelon and push it to you. When you did it, you even hit me twice..."
"How can you say hit? I just patted twice."
"Why don't you dare to take pictures of Ning'er? Uh-huh?"
"Well……"
Xuanji's eyes were quite dissatisfied and she turned Ye Jingtang's cheek:
"I'm so tolerant of you but you're so pushy and don't show mercy. Tell yourself, do you have a conscience?"
Ye Jingtang was a little innocent: "How can I not feel pity? It's just that I didn't even have a chance to speak the day before yesterday...well, it was my fault. I won't do it next time."
Master Xuanji didn't believe the nonsense at all. She held up the side of her face with her hands and hummed softly:
"If you make a mistake, you will be punished. If I don't give you a memory, you will do it again next time."
Ye Jingtang was a little confused: "What kind of memory do you have?"
Master Xuanji showed a smile and didn't say much. She just raised her bare hands and opened the skirt of her white skirt, revealing a white coat embroidered with a wine gourd. Her jade fingers slightly hooked the edge of the coat to reveal a semicircular outline.
The white jade is flawless, and the cherry red color is obvious.
Ye Jingtang blinked, looked carefully, and then looked at the cold water. He probably meant - is this punishment? Then give me more...
Like a good daughter-in-law who obeys every word, Master Xuanji sat up a little, leaned over slightly, and brought the skirt of her clothes to the tip of Ye Jingtang's nose:
"That."
The faint fragrance penetrated the tip of his nose, and Ye Jingtang was naturally moved. He opened his mouth subconsciously, but he never thought that Shui'er shrank back and stopped him from eating.
After being teased for a while, Ye Jingtang finally understood the meaning and said helplessly:
"Fairy Lu, aren't you taking advantage of others' danger?"
"Are you taking advantage of others' danger?"
Seeing that Ye Jingtang couldn't move, Master Xuanji became very interested. She pulled her coat to the middle, revealing the jade ball on the left side, and shook it in front of Ye Jingtang:
Dong Dong~
"Does it look good?"
I go……
Ye Jingtang moved his fingers, suppressing his instinctive reaction, but some parts were still not suppressed. He sighed softly:
"Fairy Lu, you have to be careful as a human being, otherwise you will suffer a lot when I am able to move again."
Seeing Ye Jingtang, Master Xuanji dared to threaten him, and snorted lightly:
"We'll talk about the future later. Anyway, you can't do anything about it now. Come on, say 'I am a big pervert' and I will reward you as a teacher."
Ye Jingtang's lips moved slightly, and he pulled his eyes away from the white ball, making a look like he would rather die than bend down:
"How could I say such things against my will just because of greed? Fairy Lu has any means, just try it out, I can handle it."
Seeing Ye Jingtang, Master Xuanji dared to speak harshly. He closed his collar, picked up the wine gourd, and looked at the big villain:
"Humph~ If you don't say anything, there will be nothing. Just hold it in slowly. If you dare to suppress your reaction, I have a hundred ways to wake you up and make you uncomfortable to death."
This kind of thing where you can't eat without being able to eat but still have to arouse your appetite all the time is indeed a kind of torture.
If Ye Jingtang was really paralyzed, he probably wouldn't be able to hold back three sentences and would have to say and listen. But unfortunately, he would be fine long ago.
Seeing that Shui'er was unable to move due to him, she actually showed off her power. Ye Jingtang was not used to it. As soon as Shui'er put the wine into her mouth, she raised her head and came forward:
"Give me a bite too..."
"Woo?!"
Master Xuanji's expression changed with Feng Qingyundan, and he wanted to get up and leave the battlefield, but Ye Jingtang grabbed his wrist and pressed him directly on the pillow.
Master Xuanji was frightened the day before yesterday. When he saw that he had lost his temper, his look of inquisition disappeared immediately. He twisted a few times:
"Woooo..."
Ye Jingtang didn't rudely tear off her skirt. After swallowing hard, he raised his head slightly and pressed Xiao Shuishui:
"Do you realize your mistake?"
"..."
Master Xuanji was indeed a little timid, but it was obviously harder to get her to admit her timidity than to kill her, and her eyes turned cold:
"Night Terror Hall, do you really think I won't be angry? Get out of the way!"
Seeing Shuishui's harsh words, Ye Jingtang didn't say much, pulled up the hem of her skirt and started to pose.
Master Xuanji pushed twice, but how could he push the man past him at this time? Seeing that he was about to be slapped, he gritted his teeth and looked outside:
"Qinghe!"
At the same time, in the next room.
After the enchantress entered the house, Fan Qinghe continued to hang out on the roof like a mistress. He quietly ran into the next room, pretended to be sleeping, and listened secretly.
Fan Qinghe was quite annoyed when he found that the demon girl was taking advantage of the fact that the Night Terror Hall was unable to move and began to bully people with its evil spirit. Fan Qinghe was quite annoyed, but it was not easy to run in and help the Night Terror Hall unblock.
At this time, he found that Ye Jingtang suddenly opened his Qi pulse, and wanted to give some color to the witch who was seeking death. How could Fan Qinghe help this vixen out of the siege, and said directly:
"Why are you yelling when you don't sleep at night? Who cares if you are responsible for your own trouble..."
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Master Xuanji was stunned. She really didn't expect Hehe to be so stupid. Ye Jingtang was ready to harm her, but she didn't know how to stop him out of jealousy.
According to common sense, this situation must be unacceptable to Tiantian.
But Master Xuanji was obviously not an ordinary person. Seeing that Qinghe was adding insult to injury, he immediately went in the opposite direction, stopped struggling, and instead hooked Ye Jingtang's neck:
"Look, Qinghe doesn't mind. Come, let me help you take off your clothes..."
"..."
When Fan Qinghe heard this tone, he was immediately annoyed. He turned over and sat up and wanted to say something, but he felt that he shouldn't disturb Ye Jingtang, so he gritted his teeth and lay back down again.
Ye Jingtang just wanted to clean up the mess, but looking at the current situation, he was afraid that he would make Miss Fan cry in anger. After thinking about it, he shook his head and sighed:
"Okay, okay, no more joking, go to bed early and recuperate, and I have to go meet Long Zhengqing."
After saying that, he lay down and just held Shui'er and touched it.
Seeing that Ye Jingtang spared her half a time, Master Xuanji naturally didn't insist on being stubborn. She immediately became honest and pretended to analyze the affairs of Xiaoshan Fort and Long Zhengqing, and secretly let Ye Jingtang kiss and touch her for a long time.
, then stood up, straightened her skirt, and ran to the next room.
Although I was a little worried about Ye Jingtang, it was really too much to let Miss Fan listen next door. I suppressed my distracting thoughts at the moment. When Shuishui got up and ran away, I thought the matter was over.
But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he closed his eyes, Shui'er, who was always restless, started to act like a monster again. A whispered conversation soon came from the next door:
"Fachun, why did you touch me when you went to sleep next door?"
"really big……"
"Shut up, Night Terror Hall can hear you..."
"I told him specifically..."
Pa~
It has an extremely elastic and crisp sound, and it should be Miss Fan who was photographed.
Then came 'ding dong ding dong', which sounded like two people wrestling.
"..."
Ye Jingtang opened his mouth, wanting to start a fight, but he couldn't interrupt, and in his heart he just felt that he might not be able to sleep anymore...
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I had chest tightness for the past two days and went to the hospital for a checkup this morning. It took two days in the afternoon to get the treatment done.
The result is probably tachycardia, overload of the right ventricle, dislocation of the small joints of the spine, and muscle strain.
The problem is not serious, but there is a tendency of overwork and illness. Doctors recommend getting more rest and activities, not sitting for too long, and not being too stressed.
Aguan writes 800 words an hour. To write 8,000 words, he has to go without eating or drinking for ten hours, and he has to write without getting stuck. It is really impossible to take care of both his body and his book.
In the next few months, I will really be able to recover physically. I can only update slowly, otherwise it will be a problem whether I can finish this book or2.