In the dark night, Su Xinghe slowly opened his eyes.
Although the courtyard is not big, there are several rooms. Su Xinghe's room is separated from Murong Fu by a small room.
Su Xinghe held his breath and lay down for a while, sensing the movement around him before slowly getting up, trying not to touch anything. As if he was afraid of being discovered by someone.
Su Xinghe gently got out of bed and put on a pair of thin-soled fast boots. This kind of boots is usually only worn by second- and third-rate figures in the world when performing Qing Kung Fu. For a first-rate master like Su Xinghe who has been famous for a long time, these boots are very important.
It's just a useless thing. But at this moment, for the sake of safety, Su Xinghe had to use this kind of tasteless thing.
Su Xinghe opened the door with the slightest movement, then tiptoed to the next room and took a look through the window. Xiaotuanzi was sleeping soundly on his couch, with a trace of crystal hanging on the corner of his mouth. Su Xinghe
Seeing this situation, he showed a kind smile.
Then he kept his steps as light as possible, turned around and went to the next door again.
Wet the window paper with saliva and gently poke a hole in the paper window. Su Xinghe saw clearly what was going on inside the room. In the room, Murong Fu was lying sideways, facing the wall. Su Xinghe listened carefully to his breathing for a while.
Only then did he confirm that Murong Fu was fast asleep, and then he tiptoed out of the door.
After walking to the now deserted street, Su Xinghe quietly breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and revealed a wry smile.
What Su Xinghe didn't know was that just when he thought he was unaware, a figure was quietly following him three feet away.
Su Xinghe walked out of the alley and finally arrived at a small alley in the east of the city. He stopped in front of a small courtyard that looked slightly dilapidated.
Su Xinghe gently knocked on the courtyard door three times, then a little harder, and then three times softly. After knocking seven times, the courtyard door creaked open, and a sweet voice sounded with a bit of surprise.
Came: "Master, why did you come here just now?"
Su Xinghe said with a helpless smile: "The old man waited for Junior Brother Murong to sleep soundly for an hour before he dared to go out. Junior Brother's martial arts is superb, and he will notice the slightest movement. It is not easy to hide it from Junior Brother. Bi Yatou, you guys
This time it was too much!"
Although Su Xinghe shook his head repeatedly, his tone contained more love and less blame, as if he were an old grandfather facing his naughty granddaughter.
The person who opened the door smiled sweetly: "Master, you are the best. If Master discovers this, he will definitely drive us back. There is no other way, so Sister A'Zhu and I made this move."
This person has a fair face, smooth and soft skin, like a newly peeled water chestnut in Taihu Lake. The two pools of autumn water contain inextricable tenderness, and paired with the iconic blue skirt, it is like a green lotus leaf holding up a lotus leaf.
The hibiscus blooms quietly in this bitter cold place in the north of the Great Wall.
In this outfit, if it’s not Abi, then who is it?
Su Xinghe wanted to say a few more words, but Abi stretched out her hand and pulled Su Xinghe's sleeve: "Master, it's cold outside, come in and talk!" She called out to the yard with a smile: "Sister A'zhu, Miss Cousin
, Master is here."
Su Xinghe was shocked: "Junior Sister Wang is here too? When!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard two greetings like "Mr. Su" and "Senior Brother Su" like an oriole coming out of the valley, followed by two figures of beautiful beauties arriving hand in hand.
It is bitterly cold in the north of Saibei, and the two beauties appearing now are dressed in the same attire as Abi, wearing palace clothes and underskirts. It is obvious that they were in a hurry on the road and did not prepare the appropriate clothes. However, the leading beauties did not seem to care.
With a body of extremely profound internal strength, this bit of cold wind is just a small thing. It only hurts the pretty maid in the back who is wearing a scarlet palace dress. Her delicate oval face is now completely pale from the cold.
When Su Xinghe saw the scene in front of him, he was angry and distressed at the same time. He stamped his feet and said repeatedly: "Nonsense, nonsense!"
But the next moment, a faint laughter sounded, causing Su Xinghe to freeze on the spot: "It's really nonsense."
The peerless beauty in pink palace clothes lit up her beautiful eyes and smiled sweetly: "Cousin! You are here!"
Murong Fu was dressed in a green shirt and a green robe with a loose belt. He was still dressed like a noble man from the south of the Yangtze River. However, his face was still habitually put on Li Yanzong's makeup.
Murong Fu tapped the wall lightly with his toes, turned over into the small courtyard wall that was about ten feet high, and landed easily and silently.
Facing the sudden appearance of a stranger dressed as a young man, Abi was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes filled with tenderness. Just when her lotus feet were about to step out, she saw a pink silhouette flashing away, and she fluttered
When he reached the arms of the man in green robe opposite, he took the small step he had just taken and then hesitantly retracted under the skirt. He just clasped his bare hands, intertwined his fingers, and looked at the couple in front of him quietly with his gentle, watery eyes.
Bi people.
The peerless beauty leaned her face against Murong Fu's chest and murmured softly: "Cousin, I miss you so much."
But who else could it be if it wasn’t Wang Yuyan?
Murong Fu's eyes were full of tenderness and pity, but he still deliberately kept a straight face and said: "Girl, you have recognized the wrong person. I am not your cousin."
Wang Yuyan raised her pretty face and smiled. Suddenly, her bare hands were like wind and clouds, and she gently rubbed Murong Fu's face a few times. The disguise on Murong Fu's face was instantly removed.
"Cousin, don't be angry. It's a long way from Gusu to Xixia."
Wang Yuyan murmured.
How could Murong Fu really be angry with this little girl? He smiled helplessly: "I really can't do anything with you. Well, I won't do it next time. But how did you recognize me at first sight?"
Wang Yuyan raised her cherry lips, tilted her head and thought for a while, then smiled sweetly: "Hehe, this is a secret, I can't tell you."
At this time, the beautiful maid in red, who was shivering in the cold wind, also came up and saluted: "A'Zhu has met the young master."
Murong Fu looked at A'Zhu's oval face, which was white with cold. After all, he couldn't bear to say the reproachful words on his lips. With a backhand, he clasped A'Zhu's jade-like wrist, and a pure pure love flowed out.
Yang Zhenqi was injected into the body along the meridians of the beautiful woman. A'ju suddenly felt that his whole body was surrounded by a warm current, as if he had suddenly returned from the cold wind in the north to the mid-spring and March in the south, and his body was warm.
A'Zhu's cheeks were slightly red, and he was blessed: "A'Zhu, thank you, Master!"
Only then did Abi come over with a smile.
Seeing the Qingli beauty's thin body even more haggard due to the long journey, Murong Fu said distressedly: "Why are you guys doing this?"
Abi smiled softly, as if the blue waves were swaying in spring in March: "Sir, you have lost weight."