The female assassin, whose face was covered with gauze, gave her a flirtatious look and said coyly: "No wonder some people are obsessed with you. You are so stubborn. Why don't you sleep with me for one night, and I will let you go."
How about it?"
Before Zhang Ning could answer, Luo Yaoniang said coldly: "A scholar can't be killed, so don't hang around here. Give me a break!" The female assassin smiled and said: "I always keep my word, so don't do it.
It's a joke, and besides, I'm asking Mr. Ping An. Mr. Ping An, what do you think of this deal?" Zhang Ning knew that the girl was teasing him, so he said, "Isn't this bad?" He remembered that night in Nanjing.
He escaped out the window, but he did not look back at the window at this time. He only recalled in his mind that he had bolted the window before falling asleep. It would be more difficult to repeat the same trick, and this time he was not the only one in the room.
A foreign land with no acquaintances.
The female assassin holding the peach blossom iron fan cooed: "Why, I'm not pretty enough, or my figure isn't good enough?" As she spoke, she took a few steps forward, deliberately raising her chest to let the bulge push up her loose clothes.
She was getting closer and closer. Zhang Ning was holding the kitchen knife tightly in his hand. At this distance, he could cut someone if he swung it. But he never moved. Not only did he have no confidence in hitting this bitch, there were two people beside her.
, since he is an assassin, his skills are probably not 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 gauze scarf. She also noticed Zhang Ning's gaze, and immediately stood on the spot.
, sighed slightly and said: "I like the night... it can cover up a lot of things hazyly." As she spoke, she turned around, almost with her back to Zhang Ning.
Zhang Ning held the kitchen knife tighter and tighter. If he could kill one of them, it wouldn't be a loss! He felt that his palms were soaked with sweat. If he had known better, he would have tied a piece of cloth on the handle to prevent it from slipping.
At this moment, the woman suddenly turned her head, looked at Zhang Ning's still calm face with interest, and said with a smile: "You also write a poem for me, to be like 'If life is just like the first time we met'"
'It's so good that I'll let you go immediately... Do you believe it now?"
Zhang Ning was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that this matter was very strange. How did she know that poem? The first time he plagiarized the poem was the night before his escape. It is not ruled out that he was attacked by the enemy outside Fuller Courtyard.
The spy heard it, but what happened next was so urgent that the other party couldn't have specially included a line when passing on the news... If that were the case, what kind of state would this be? Isn't it child's play? Other than that, listen
People who have written this poem include Miss Wang, Ma Maocai, and Fang Ling of Fule Yuan. Among them, Fang Ling is probably the most famous, because Miss Wang didn't have much ink, and even Ma Maocai couldn't memorize it after listening to it once.
Is this female assassin related to Fang Ling? Is Fang Ling an enemy or a friend?
No matter what, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Zhang Ning's heart. He immediately threw the useless kitchen knife on the ground with a "ding" sound, and said calmly, clasping his fists: "It's like this. It's better to be respectful than to obey."
Luo Yaoniang looked at him in confusion, with some anger in her eyes. Would she rather be teased like a monkey? The female assassin's face actually showed joy, and it didn't look like she was pretending. What happened to Luo Yaoniang?
Everything in front of her felt very strange.
"Quickly take out the pen and ink 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 already had some calculations in her mind. She took the pen and dipped it in ink to start writing. Perhaps his movements were a bit hasty, so the female assassin reminded: "
People come all the way here to ask for a poem, you can't let me be compared to you."
Zhang Ning smiled and started writing.
"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Temple..." As soon as she read out this sentence, the female assassin became happy, picked up her fan and took a look, "It's perfect for the occasion!"
"...the Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money. When he was sober, he only sat in front of the flowers. When he was drunk, he came to sleep under the flowers. He was half awake and half drunk day after day, and the flowers bloomed and fell year after year. I wish the flowers would die of old age.
In the wine room, one is unwilling to bow in front of chariots and horses; the dust of chariots and horses is enough for the rich, and the wine cup branches are the fate of the poor. If the rich are compared to the poor, one will be on the ground and the other will be in the sky; if the poor are compared to the chariots and horses, he will have to drive
I have nothing to do. Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but others laugh at me because they can’t see through it. I don’t see the tombs of the heroes of Wuling, and I cultivate the fields without flowers or wine.”
Zhang Ning wrote very fast. In his previous life, he liked this poem with very vernacular words. It was very familiar to him. He felt no pressure at all when writing it casually. He exhaled and put down the brush, blew on the paper, and felt it.
Affected by the artistic conception of the poem, I felt that I had become more free and unrestrained, so I pretended to smile freely: "Is it worth it to exchange two lives for this poem?"
The female assassin was so happy that she looked at it again and again: "You are such a scholar, you are really considerate. No wonder others are reluctant to leave you after just one encounter. My name is Peach Blossom Fairy. When I go back, I have to draw a fan.
I painted a peach blossom and inscribed this poem on it. It’s a pity that Mr. Ping An can’t write the fan itself.”
"It's useless to ask this question. If you use this fan to fight with people and weapons, the fan bones are made of iron and are not easily damaged. Sooner or later the fan surface will be torn." Zhang Ning said with his hands behind his back. He paused and then tried again, "'
"If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting" has fifty-six words in total, but this poem has one hundred and forty words. Are you afraid that you won't be able to compare with Miss Fang? At least the number of words is more than hers."
The female assassin who called herself the "Peach Blossom Fairy" came back to her senses and glanced at him: "That's what happened. Then I'll take my leave. Thank you Mr. Ping An for the poem." After that, she carefully put away the rice paper and put it in like a treasure.
In the package.
Zhang Ning cupped his fists and said, "I won't send you far away."
"See you later." Peach Blossom Fairy and others quickly disappeared outside the door.
Zhang Ning closed the door and walked back in a big way. Seeing Luo Yaoniang looking at her in disbelief, she finally couldn't help but ask: "They just left like that?"
He had just come back from the danger of death. He was suddenly safe for the time being. It felt so light and refreshing. Zhang Ning was so excited that he wanted to dance with his hands and feet, but he felt that he should pretend to be more... or humorous, so he pretended to be relaxed.
He said in a tone of voice: "They actually came to ask for poems. They are very satisfied with the poems. Why don't they leave?"
Luo Yaoniang frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "Who is Miss Fang? You know Miss Fang, and your friendship is not bad; and the assassin known as the Peach Blossom Fairy also has a friendship with Miss Fang, so she let you go, actually because
Miss Fang, it's not a poem. Is that what it is? It's impossible for the Peach Blossom Fairy to take risks for a poem. She will be in trouble if she lets us go. How can we explain it to Zhou Ne's people?"
Zhang Ning sighed, thinking that Luo Yaoniang really lacks a sense of humor. I wonder if this is a common problem among the ancients.
"Who is Miss Fang?" Luo Yaoniang asked again with a heavier tone, almost questioning, with jealousy and anger on her face.
"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 girl a lot due to circumstances, and he also felt that she was somewhat interested in him. What was the concept of this Ming Dynasty woman? He was a bit lacking in concept, mainly because Zhang Ning was not a womanizer in the past.
A careless person has no experience in his memory. He is just afraid that Luo Yaoniang will think that he has two boats, or that he has always given up, or something like that. How can he take revenge in the future? He now has neither power nor power, and he is Yang Shiqi.
My daughter, she will have to rely more on Master Yang's party to survive in the future. If she is really angered, won't she be looking for death? So let's just tell the truth that Fang Ling is a prostitute to save Luo Yaoniang from getting entangled in the matter: According to the Ming Dynasty
According to the custom, you can only marry one wife, but the scholars in the early Ming Dynasty could not marry a prostitute as their official wife. It was difficult to even get a prostitute back to be a concubine. In this way, Fang Ling would not threaten Luo Yaoniang.
I have feelings; but my image is a little bad, and I actually go whoring | prostitutes, it's helpless.
"You..." Luo Yaoniang looked angry as expected, and struggled to sit up. Her illness seemed to be much better because of it. She picked up the pillow 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. Aren't you still sick?" Zhang Ning hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her, "If I didn't know Miss Fang, we would be dead by now. What kind of person am I? A dead person."
"Don't touch me, men and women cannot be intimate!" Luo Yaoniang was still angry, "Who are you and what do you have to do with me?" She may have realized a practical problem now. She had only known Zhang Ning for a few days and she was worried about it.
I have a good impression. He is a good-looking man, he is also literary and elegant and can write poems. Other women also like him. He is probably a romantic person. Otherwise, why would he have such a good relationship with a prostitute?
Zhang Ning couldn't explain and didn't want to explain. He took a breath and said, "You'd better lie down and rest for a while. It's business to recover quickly. Although the assassin has been temporarily defeated, he is afraid of encountering Zhou Ne's other
Men and horses, it would be best if we set off as soon as possible to get out of danger."
Luo Yaoniang still has many advantages, such as being generally sensible and sensible. She did not continue to pester her and made her petty. She drank another bowl of medicine and continued to sleep. However, Zhang Ning was no longer allowed to sleep in the same bed with her. Zhang Ning was no longer allowed to sleep in the same bed with her.
I had no choice but to make do with leaning on my chair for half the night.
Early the next morning, Luo Yaoniang's illness was not cured yet, but she was much better after resting for a day and night. This place was not safe and they had to get on the road as soon as possible to avoid a long night and many dreams.
They headed north all the way, but fortunately they never encountered any interception on the way. I guess Zhou Ne, who was in charge of this matter, didn't have many manpower, otherwise he wouldn't have sent an unreliable Jianghu person like "Peach Blossom Fairy" to handle the matter. After all, Zhou Ne
Ne is a civil servant, there is no need or any conditions for raising a dead soldier.
As they approached the boundary of Shuntian Mansion, both of them gradually became relaxed. Luo Yaoniang said: "As soon as you enter Beijing, you don't need to be afraid of Zhou Na. This person is very poor in skills. He jumps over the wall in such a despicable way. He is unruly as an official."
No one can protect him. Let's wait and see what happens to him."
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