Chu Qing, who was mentally and physically exhausted, had no intention of playing with his legs anymore and returned to the bedroom accompanied by Tao Ruolin.
Lying on the bed, Chu Qing still felt pain and could only lie down.
Tao Ruolin also yawned again and again, coaxing Chu Qing to sleep like a child.
"Tell you about your brothers and sisters. Some you have seen, some you have not seen yet. I say, listen. If you feel sleepy, just go to sleep."
Chu Qing found that Tao Ruolin was really smart. She knew what she was not interested in and just talked about it, which made her feel sleepy.
"In addition to Prince Chang Yu and Langya Wang Changxian, the royal family in the palace also has Princess Qingyang, the daughter of King Wu. Although King Wu's fiefdom is on the south side, Princess Qingyang's fiefdom is on the north side. She has been weak and sick since childhood.
, unable to endure the suffering in the north, he entered Beijing and only listened to lectures from great Confucians every day..."
"There are still a few princes in the capital who stay in the capital and rarely come out, rarely seeing guests..."
"These princes..."
Before Chu Qing fell asleep, Tao Ruolin could no longer open her eyes. Talking about these boring things, she yawned and got into bed, hugged Chu Qing, and fell asleep.
Chu Qing, who was already exhausted, kissed Tao Ruolin's forehead and murmured: "Anyway, we finally share the same bed."
Smiling to himself, Chu Qing closed his eyes and quickly fell into sleep.
In the dream, the woman wearing a Taoist robe became more and more clear.
Chu Qing dreamed of his mother. For the first time, he dreamed of his mother.
Outside the house, Fu San sat on the threshold, looking up at the sky and the stars.
Bihua sat next to him, holding his chin and breathing slowly, and moved closer to Fu San little by little.
Seeing that their buttocks were touching, Bihua gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, leaning her head hard on Fu San's shoulder, almost falling over Fu San.
The third brother was still looking up at the stars, while Bihua was happy at this moment, with her heart beating wildly and her big face flushed.
An inaudible sound came out, and a black shadow appeared on the courtyard wall.
Fusan raised his head, Bihua opened his eyes, and their expressions changed drastically at the same time.
This dark figure is none other than Taoist Feng, an old Taoist with a lack of care written all over his face. He has put on a brand new Taoist robe and is carrying a brand new sword on his back. He seems to be smiling but not smiling, and he just stands there, looking a little content.
Just as Bihua was about to shout a warning, Fusan suddenly covered his mouth and stood up slowly, gently.
"Third brother, he..."
Fu San shook his head, inserted Qianji back into his waist, pointed at the Moon Gate, Feng Daoren nodded with a hint of surprise on his face.
The two of them walked into another small courtyard one after the other without any communication.
When he came to the stone table, Fu San looked at Feng Taoist and squinted his eyes: "My young master has gone to bed. We have something to do. Let's talk tomorrow."
"Okay." Feng Taoist nodded slightly and asked curiously: "Are you really just a nurse?"
Bihua looked at Fu San and then at Feng Daoren, with big eyes full of confusion.
She couldn't figure out why the third brother didn't warn him and why he didn't take action. Shouldn't he hit him as soon as they met?
There is nothing unimaginable. Feng Daoren went and came back just to prove that he could escape, nothing more. When he came back, he naturally had something to tell Chu Qing, and he believed that Chu Qing would not draw a sword against him, at least.
That's what he thought.
When he was in the dungeon before, Chu Qing said he would let him go, but Feng Daoren didn't want to be let go and wanted to leave on his own.
"Miss Bihua, go make a pot of tea."
Bihua looked hesitant, and Fusan smiled and said, "If he had evil intentions, he would have climbed in from the backyard of the bedroom and entered the bedroom through the window."
Bihua pursed her stubborn lips, still worried.
"Then I'll go." Fu San glanced at Feng Taoist: "I'll tell others that you're back, but you're not malicious, so there's no need to make a fuss."
Feng Taoist stared at Fu San, quite surprised: "What is your last name?"
Fu San ignored him and told Bihua: "He left this courtyard and wants to get close to the young master and your young lady. Try your best to kill him."
"good!"
Fu San left, went to make tea, and informed Jiang Yuesheng and others that there was no need for a big fight.
After a while, Fu San came back with a teapot, and there were figures behind him. Jiang Yuesheng had a look of caution on his face, and the scouts were holding bows and crossbows, and the yard was surrounded by water.
Feng Taoist showed no fear on his face, looked at Fu San and said, "You are quite interesting in this young life."
Fu San put down the tea set and poured a cup of tea for Feng Taoist without saying a word.
"Your young master, I can see through the old guard at a glance, but you, the guardian..." Feng Taoist took a sip of tea: "But I can't see through it. Why can you, a mere guardian, give orders? After meeting the old Taoist,
So calm, but you didn't inform your young master?"
Fu San finally spoke: "You can live in the side room, or you can stay here until dawn."
"Lead the way."
Fu San turned around, as coldly as the powerful version of T800, and led Feng Daoren to the side room under the gaze of dozens of detectives. Feng Daoren walked in swaggeringly, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate.
After Fu San closed the door, Jiang Yuesheng waved his hand, and all the detective horses dispersed, surrounding the side room, with their long bows and divine arm crossbows pointed at the door and window.
After seeing Tan Ma surrounding the house, Jiang Yuesheng pulled Fu San aside.
"Why does this old Taoist go and come back?"
"Looking for the young master."
"Why don't you do it?"
Fu San blocked his mouth with his palm, then blew hard, and there was a "pop" sound.
Jiang Yuesheng: “…”
"Call me if you need anything."
After leaving a few words, Fu San prepared to go to bed.
Jiang Yuesheng was held back by Fu San again, and he was very angry: "How can you sleep peacefully if you let this old man stay in our government office, with only a wall between you and the adults?"
"Then what do you want?"
"Seize him, put him in chains, and put him in a dungeon."
Fu San shook his head: "He will not hurt my young master. If not, he would have had a chance just now."
"How do you know? Look at his appearance. His face looks like that of a gangster."
"Face?" Fu San raised his eyebrows: "When you say that, you can see something."
"Yes, you can see it too."
"Yes, this veteran's face is full of stories, and you..."
"What happened to me?"
Fu San shook his head: "There is nothing on your face, it is empty."
After throwing Jiang Yuesheng away, Fu San went back to his room to sleep.
Looking at Fu San's leaving figure, Jiang Yuesheng sighed.
He felt that the gap between him and his third brother was getting bigger and bigger. In the past, Fu San could at least understand him when he eliminated him, but now, he couldn't understand him at all.
That night, Jiang Yuesheng never closed his eyes. Not only him, but also more than thirty detective horses, all looked straight at the side room, fearing that the Feng Taoist would suddenly rush out and shout, "I will fight with you."
Everyone thinks that this old man is quite arrogant and wants to kill him. He even runs away and yet he dares to come back. Even if he comes back, he dares to sleep in the house. This is simply not treating everyone as a human being!
Time passed by minute by second, and finally it was dawn. Although they did not take action, Jiang Yuesheng and the scouts were highly concentrated. They were all as tired as dogs, and their eyes were blood red.
The door to the side room was finally pushed open, and everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Jiang Yuesheng's pupils shrank suddenly: "Put down your weapons!"
The Feng Taoist came out with a long sword in hand. He walked down the steps indifferently, pinched his sword fingers, and slowly began to practice the sword.
Dozens of divine arm crossbows were pointed at, and dozens of people watched. The Feng Taoist started practicing his sword like this.
Jiang Yuesheng's teeth clenched.
If only I were not a deputy, but an upright person, I would have ordered you to be shot to death. You are even more damn arrogant than Fu San!
