Xu Fengnian asked Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng, two smart people, to go to Zhongyi Village to pack their luggage, go down the mountain alone, come to the wine shop, and lie there sleeping when they see this green bamboo girl, if they are seen by a monkey anxious animal like a thin monkey, they must not be dragged into the depths of the jungle or the crops to be ridden by a mare Xu Fengnian reached out and patted her cheek after sitting down, and struck a spirit, the ill-fated woman subconsciously wiped the corners of her mouth, for fear that she would lose her temper, most of the women are like this, they love beauty, cherish their names, and they are afraid of pain and death.
Of course, there will definitely be exceptions, Xu Fengnian has seen too many women who don't let him have eyebrows, and he doesn't dare to underestimate women, and besides, he doesn't hurt to be older for women with a posture of more than seventy, as long as they are not enemies of life and death, they are very good-tempered.
Qingzhu Niang was confused, and immediately tightened her neckline, not noticing anything unusual, before she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, this expression made Xu Fengnian a little hurt.
Qingzhu Niang is a person who has come over, and the affairs of men and women have long been familiar, and the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of the helplessness of this young offspring, and smiled, little rabbit cub, so that you don't even dare to knock on the widow's door, and you are angry Xu Fengnian said bluntly: "Zhongyi Village has annoyed the demons of Shenmen Caolu, Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng will take you south to Jizhou to escape, I think the days may be bumpy, but it should be better than being eaten here, and you can live more comfortably."
If you don't go to Jizhou, it depends on your own meaning, I don't force it, explain in advance, Zhongli Handan of Changle Peak Thatched Cottage is dead, and you have no backer. ” Qingzhu Niang looked stunned, and then muttered to herself: "Dead and finally dead" Xu Fengnian nodded and said, "I can't die anymore, I won't lie to you." ” Qingzhu Niang was lying on the table and was stunned, and the towering twin peaks came out again to scare people, aren't you afraid of collapsing the table Xu Fengnian looked at it a few times in the bright light, and asked with a smile: "Can ride a horse" Qingzhu Niang threw her eyes away, "The old lady can even make human meat buns, how can she not ride a horse." ” Xu Fengnian's eyes were strange, and he nodded and said suddenly: "I can ride a horse." ” Qingzhu Niang's eyes were like silk, and she gently stepped on the instep of this sword-bearer under the table, and said softly: "It's not that the young man doesn't believe it."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I'm not a casual man. ” Qingzhu Niang stopped teasing, lowered her eyelids, and said softly: "I'm a casual woman, right?"
” At the end of the speech, there was not even a questioning tone.
Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his finger and flicked it on her forehead, seeing that she looked like a girl who had made a mistake and was punished by strict elders, her hands were pressed on her forehead, and her eyes had never been so pure.
Xu Fengnian twisted her cheeks, withdrew her hand and smiled: "You are more virtuous than a woman from a good family, I said." ” Qingzhu Niang didn't seem to take it too seriously, and said with a sad face: "What can I do when I go to Jizhou?"
Xu Fengnian stroked the empty wine jar with two fingers, and said softly: "Continue to be the proprietress of the wine shop, remember to sell good wine, and don't open a black shop to make human meat buns." ” The sound of horses' hooves was heard.
Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng took less than twenty horses down the mountain, and the two of them got off the horse and came to the table, respectfully, Qingzhu Niang looked at the two cottage leaders who seemed to be mice seeing cats, and they were confused.
Xu Fengnian counted the number of people and said with a smile: "Plus you are only twenty horses, it was the second master who stopped you and didn't let you let the whole village drag your family with you."
Han Fang's face was grimacing.
The corners of Zhang Xiucheng's mouth curled, in a word.
If he hadn't tried his best to stop him, he would only take eighteen strong brothers to Jizhou, and with Han Fang's thoughts, he would have taken them all to the south.
Xu Fengnian slowly got up at this time, walked around the wine table to Qingzhu Niang's side, picked her up, hugged her to his horse, raised his head and said: "Qingzhu Niang, go to Jizhou, find a man who can be seen in the future, and remarry, who dares to break your mouth, I will let the two masters tear their mouths." ” On horseback, the young woman, who was still drinking, suddenly burst into tears, bent down and hugged the head of the traveling scholar, but refused to let go.
For a long, long time.
Xu Fengnian finally spoke up with great difficulty: "I can't breathe." ” The men of Zhongyi Village were dumbfounded, not to mention that Qingzhu Niang was still as shy as a little lady Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Live well, there is no greater truth in the world." ” She nodded, wiping away tears.
Twenty-one horses gradually went away.
Xu Fengnian waved his hand, touched his head, and said softly: "It's so fragrant, it's so heavy." ” Du Qinglou in addition to the name is more funny, but only has a very ordinary face, in the Shen family thatched cottage many foreign surnames Qingke can not be up or down, can not participate in confidential affairs, five or six years ago up the mountain to Changle Peak, because of a set of sharp swordsmanship that is not spread in the rivers and lakes, the sword moves are not fancy, but the murderous spirit is extremely heavy, so he is often caught by Zhongli Handan to compete, sharpening the way of the sword.
Du Qinglou is not the kind of withdrawn temperament, and he can talk to many guests on the mountain, he is a small character who is willing to lower his body to get acquainted with the relationship, and he is also one of the few dignitaries in the cottage who is willing to give the cottage grass Kou a good face, and often goes down the mountain to drink and laugh.
Today, there was a thrilling fight outside the square of the main building, he followed as soon as possible, but he just stood around the corner and peeked, did not show up, a guest who passed by him also had a sneering and cold snort, Du Qinglou did not mind being spurned, he had seen the wonderful fight of the scholars with hanging swords, silently remembered the next move, and then turned back to the second floor of the single-family building, not to pick up a bamboo pipe that is often used, but to pick up a rarely used bamboo tube spring bamboo shoot pen, the pen head is a sheep's hair long edge, good at writing small characters of mosquitoes and flies, contemplation, Quickly filter the memory in the mind, and then in a small square inch of the pen like flying, after blowing dry ink, the fingers are twisted into a roll, stuffed into the truncated small pen cap, after blocking the inkstone, get up to open a vertical ventilation Nanmu cabinet, pick up a black cloth shrouded bamboo birdcage, tear off the fabric, the bamboo cage stands with a top pigeon, eyes such as green water, so it is also known as green dripping water, is a first-class variety in the short-range carrier pigeon, especially within 500 miles of transmission, the explosive power can be called the first, fast over the eagle falcon, Tie the lightweight bamboo cap with silk thread and throw this inconspicuous green drop out of the window at night.
After Du Qinglou released the carrier pigeon, he went downstairs and took out a pot of wine, sat on a water nanmu chair, drank himself at the table, and subconsciously stroked the handle of the nanmu chair with one hand.
Shenmen thatched cottage does not like red sandalwood boxwood and red sour branches of those kinds of Beimang Emperor wood, only hobby collection of giant wood Zhennan to decorate, Nanmu is the first of the four famous trees in the south of the Yangtze River in the Central Plains, since ancient times there is a saying of Nanxiang Shou people, most of the Shen descendants in the cottage use particularly precious golden silk Zhennan, such as Du Qinglou first-class Qing Ke Sanren, it can only be lowered one level one by one, with Huang Xinnan as a furniture furnishings, it is also considered to be a bit of a beautiful wood purple fragrance of the style, for the martial arts people who lick the blood at the knife edge, there is such a chair to sit under the buttocks, Don't worry about food and clothing, there is really nothing to complain about.
It's a pity that Du Qinglou is not an ordinary reckless man, he is a flycatcher in Beimang Zhu Xiao.
Like many colleagues infiltrating the major sects in the rivers and lakes, he was ordered to lurk in the Shenmen Thatched Cottage, no matter how big or small, he had to fly pigeons to send messages and report according to the truth, which was usually once a decade, and in case of emergency, he could deal with it as appropriate.
As for the filtering and screening of intelligence, he doesn't need to worry about it as a little flycatcher.
Du Qinglou thought that his identity was hidden, and he was not recognized by the grass hall, and took 10,000 steps back and said, even if those old foxes of the Shen family saw through it, how dare they expel themselves down the mountain to the Shen Gate Grass House bear heart leopard gall, this is equivalent to shouting at Zhu Xiao, tearing his face, and the peace and happiness of Changle Peak Thatched Cottage will come to an end.
Du Qinglou's mood gradually improved, and the taste of drinking became more and more delicious, the tip of his tongue lingered back to the aftertaste, his pupils contracted violently, Du Qinglou stood up and asked loudly: "Who is visiting?"
No one answered, the bolt of the tightly tied door was cut by some kind of sharpness, and then gently pushed it open, Du Qinglou kicked the Nanmu chair, a brocade dress was as beautiful as a butterfly flew in, I didn't see how to move, the chair quietly landed, the door was also closed, Du Qinglou leaned against a beam, and was about to pull out his hidden blade, when he looked up, he saw two gorgeous sleeves fluttering.
It is like a cluster of hibiscus, opening around the beam.
The next moment he was choked by someone's neck, which made Du Qinglou feel remorseful, according to Zhu Xiao's internal "secret law", the catcher Lang contained a secret poisonous gall under his tongue, and once his whereabouts were exposed, he would commit suicide, but Du Qinglou never thought that someone in the cottage would kill him, and he had slackened off in the past two years.
Du Qinglou immediately knew how stupid he was, not only did the person who came choke his neck, but the other hand cut off the meridians of his limbs almost at the same time, even if he let go, he could only fall to the ground like a puddle of mud, unable to move.
This kind of technique is as skillful as a clever woman cooking and chopping vegetables.
But the woman in front of her is such a stunner and moving The most thrilling thing is that her unusually scarlet and eye-catching lips, Du Qinglou, who knew that she was going to die, only wanted to know what kind of rouge made her so cold and glamorous.
She chuckled softly: "I intercepted the secret letter you sent to another butterfly catcher in Rooster Town three hundred miles away." ” Du Qinglou, who could only make a hoarse voice with difficulty, asked, "Who are you?"
She didn't want to answer, but for no reason she squinted her eyes and was as charming as a crescent moon, and laughed coquettishly: "It's your long-lost mother, is this answer beautiful?"
Du Qinglou, who capsized in the gutter, was almost so aggrieved by this sentence that he vomited blood.
Born in Zhu Xiao, it means that he is not greedy for life and afraid of death, and even the torture is regarded as child's play, but he is trapped in death, and he has no power to fight back, the key murderer is still such a young woman, like a fox spirit who has cultivated into a human shape for thousands of years, which makes Du Qinglou a little dazed, and he can't be fierce, as for the so-called scar that is just the size of a bowl that is rumored on the rivers and lakes, he is a good man after eighteen years, and he can't say it, it's too stupid.
Du Qinglou stared at the killer, only knowing that she was a single person who went up the mountain and was the messenger of Dunhuang City, these messages were written on that letter, because the carrier pigeon was too dazzling to fly during the day, for the sake of caution, Du Qinglou generally passed the secret letter around the time of the child, and he was still glad that there was a benefit of passing the news later, so it was better to hurry up and write the news of the young swordsman together, how could all the efforts be in vain.
She asked, "That green dripping is not dead yet, why don't you send another secret letter?"
Du Qinglou's eyes were calm, and he asked calmly, "I can survive by doing this."
She rightly said, "No." ” Du Qinglou sneered: "Then why do you want to write?"
She blinked her eyes and smiled coquettishly, "I always thought that I was lucky to live a long time when I was young. ” Du Qinglou suddenly said: "I write" She shook her head and said, "In a few words, since you know that you are not afraid of death, I won't give you the opportunity to play tricks on the letter." ” There was a click, a crisp sound of bones cracking, and the poor catcher didn't bat an eye, leaning against the beam and sliding down, tilting his head and sitting on the ground.
The woman didn't look at the corpse, the splendid skirt walked slowly, climbed to the second floor, glanced at the ivory carved pen holder, and immediately picked out the spring bamboo shoots and sheep long edge pen, fingers made a knife, bent down to cut off the secret letter in her hand The size of the familiar Xuan, did not rush to write the news, she moved a few books that Du Qinglou often read on the bookcase, carefully browsed some of Du Qinglou's handwriting, and then reached into the collar, and took out the green drip from between the plump and magnificent chest, if this scene was seen by Du Qinglou, I guess my eyes are going to pop out.
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The woman casually put the carrier pigeon on the bookcase, untied the binding silk thread, took off the cap, peeled off the sealing mud with her nails, took out the secret letter, compared the handwriting, and it was really different, she pointed a little green dripping pigeon with her finger, and laughed softly: "Like you, you are all slippery heads who refuse to be honest." ” She suddenly put down the sheep's hair Changfeng, her eyes became hot, a hand reached into her twin peaks, her eyes were blurred, and her subtle voice was like crying, after a long time, she finally stopped her tired and delicate breathing, and suppressed a long exhalation: "His Royal Highness the Prince" is unfinished to be continued: