Chapter 088 – Chest to Chest

Xu Fengyen let Han Fang and Zhang Xucheng two smart people to go to the Zhongyi Walled City to pack their luggage, alone down the mountain, came to the restaurant, saw this Qingzhu Niang lying on the ground there asleep, this is if the skinny monkeys like monkey animal saw, will not be dragged into the depths of the dense forest or the crop field as a mare ride? Xu Fengnian sat down and reached out to pat her cheeks, a jolt, the ill-fated woman subconsciously went to wipe the corners of her mouth for fear of losing her temper, most women are like this, love beauty, cherish fame, fear of pain and even more fear of death. Of course, there will be exceptions, Xu Fengyen has seen too many women who do not let their eyebrows down, do not dare to underestimate the woman, in addition, he for the posture of seventy text above the woman, older is no harm, as long as it is not life and death enemies, are quite good tempered.

Qing Zhuniang confused, immediately wrapped tightly around the neckline, did not notice the difference, only quietly relieved, this expression makes Xu Fengyen a little hurt. Qingzhuniang is the past, men and women have long been familiar with the matter, out of the corner of the eye glimpsed the helplessness of this young descendant, guffawed, little brat, so that you don’t even dare to knock on the widow’s door, angry at you!

Xu Fengyi said bluntly: “Zhongyi fortress annoyed Shenmen grass hut demons, Han Fang and Zhang Xucheng several leaders will take you south to Jizhou to escape, I think the day may be a little bumpy, but it should be better than being fish and meat here, but also live a little bit more at ease. But whether you go to Jizhou or not, it still depends on your own will, I won’t force myself, and to make it clear in advance, Zhong Li Handan of the Changle Peak Herb Hall is dead, so you’re considered to be without a backer.”

Qing Zhu Niang was stunned, then muttered, “Dead? Finally dead?”

Xu Fengnian nodded, “Too dead to be true, not going to lie.”

Qing Zhuniang lying on the desktop in a daze, the towering peaks are out to scare people again, is not it? Not afraid to collapse the table ah? Xu Fengyen looked at a few eyes, and asked with a smile, “Can you ride a horse?”

Qing Zhuniang threw a wink, “I even know how to make human meat buns, how can I not ride a horse.”

Xu Fengyen’s eyes were odd, nodded his head and said indistinctly, “You can ride a horse.”

Qing Zhu Niang winks like silk, the bottom of the table a foot gently stepped on the back of the feet of this sword-carrying traveler, softly said, “Not miles? If you don’t believe me ……”

Xu Fenian shook his head and said, “I am not a casual man.”

Qing Zhu Niang stopped teasing, her eyelids lowered, and softly said, “I’m a casual woman, right.”

At the end of her words, there was not even a questioning tone.

Xu Fengnian froze 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 being disciplined by her strict elders, her hands pressed on her forehead, her eyes had never been so pure. Xu Fengyen wrung her cheek, shrinking his hand and then laughed, “You’re more virtuous than a virtuous woman, I’d say.”

Qing Zhu Niang didn’t seem how to take it too seriously, with a sad face she said, “What can I do if I go to Jizhou?”

Xu Fengnian stroked the empty wine jar with two fingers and softly said, “Continue to be a wine shop owner’s wife, remember to sell good wine, don’t open a black store to make human meat buns.”

The sound of horse hooves came.

Han Fang Zhang Xiucheng brought less than twenty riders down the mountain, the two men dismounted and came to the table, respectful, Qing Zhu Niang looked at the two cottage leaders who seemed like mice meeting cats, her head was full of fog.

Xu Fengyen counted the number of people and laughed: ”Adding you only twenty riders, was it the second leader who stopped you? Only then did he not let you let the entire cottage drag their families?”

Han Fang blushed.

The corner of Zhang Xucheng’s mouth curled up, hitting the nail on the head. If he hadn’t tried his best to stop him from taking only eighteen strong brothers to Jizhou, with Han Fang’s thoughts, he would have hated to take them all to the south.

Only then did Xu Fengyen slowly get up, walked around the wine table to Qing Zhu Niang’s side, picked her up, carried her to his own horse, tilted his head and said, “Qing Zhu Niang, go to Jizhou, in the future, find a man who looks good to you, and then get married again, and whoever dares to break their mouths about you, I’ll let the two heads of the family tear their mouths apart.”

On the back of the horse, the young woman who still had the strength of wine suddenly burst into tears, bent down and hugged this traveling scholar’s head, just refusing to let go.

For a long, long time.

Xu Fengnian finally uttered with incomparable hardship, “I can’t breathe.”

The Zhongyi Zhai hans all looked dumbfounded, not to mention that Qingzhu Niang even had a time when she was as shy as a young lady?

Xu Fengnian softly said, “Live well, there is no greater truth under the sky.”

She nodded and wiped away her tears.

The twenty-one riders gradually moved away.

Xu Fengyen waved his hand, touched his head, and said softly, “It smells so good, so heavy.”

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Du Qinglou in addition to the name is more amusing, but also only has a very common face, hands in the Shen’s grass many foreign name of the Qing guest is not on the top, can not participate in the confidential big event, five or six years ago on the mountain to the Changle Peak, because playing a set of not in the rivers and lakes in the circulation of the sword, sword moves are not fancy, but the murderous atmosphere is extremely heavy, so often by Zhong Li Handan to capture the competition to sharpen the sword road. Du Qinglou is not the kind of isolated temperament, and many of the mountain secretary also talk to, is willing to put down the frame to familiarize with the relationship of the small characters, but also in the grass hall of the few happy to give the cottage bandits a good face of the noble Qingkai, often down the mountain drinking and joking.

Today, the main building outside the square a thrilling fight, he went with the first time, but only stood at the corner of the peeping, did not show up, a side swept past the Secretary also had a voice sneer cold humming, Du Qinglou also do not mind being spurned, saw the hanging sword students wonderful fight, silently memorize the moves, they returned to the second floor of the small building, do not pick up the use of a bamboo tube often a big frost hair, but picked up a Bamboo cage standing a top hat pigeon, eyes like green water, so also known as green drip, is a short-range carrier pigeon in the first-class varieties, especially within five hundred miles to send a message, the explosive power can be called the first, fast over the falcons, with a silk thread tied to the lightweight bamboo tube pen cap, in the night towards the window to throw out the green drip of this inconspicuous.

After Du Qinglou released the pigeon, went downstairs and took out a pot of wine, sitting on a water nanmu chair, drinking and pouring at the table, a hand subconsciously caressing the nanmu chair handle. Shen Men Cao Tang is not fond of rosewood boxwood and red acid branch that several kinds of North Mang Huangmu, only hobby collection of giant wood Sedum to do decorative, Nanmu is the Central Plains region of Jiangnan four famous wood first, since ancient times there will be Nanxiang Shouren, Cao Tang Shen’s lineage most of the particularly precious Jinshi Sedum, such as Du Qinglou first-class does not matter to the Qingke scattered, can only be lowered by the time a first-class, with the Huangxin Nan to do the furniture furnishings, is also considered to have some texture beauty wood. Purple born of the fragrance of the faction, for the knife mouth licking blood of the martial arts people, there is such a chair sitting under the buttocks, do not worry about food and clothing is not lack of pussy, there is really nothing to complain about.

Unfortunately, Du Qinglou is not an ordinary jianghu reckless, he is the Northern Mang Zhu sprites a catchfly Lang. With many colleagues infiltrated into the Jianghu big clans, he was ordered to lurk in the Shenmen Cao Tang, no matter how small, all to pigeon letter factual report, usually a ten-day period, encountered an emergency, can be dealt with at their discretion. As for the filtering and screening of information, he does not need to worry about a small catchfly Lang. Du Qinglou thinks his identity is hidden, has not been recognized by the grass hall, back off a million steps, even if those few Shen’s old foxes see through, and how dare they? Expelled himself from the mountain? Give Shenmen grass hut bear heart and leopard dare not, this is equal to Zhu sprit to call the board, tore the skin, Changle Peak Grass Hall’s peace of mind will come to an end.

Du Qinglou mood gradually good, drinking is more and more drink out of flavor, tongue leisurely back to the aftertaste, pupils suddenly and violently contracted, Du Qinglou stood up, asked aloud: “Who is visiting?”

No one answered, tethered door bolt was some kind of sharp cut, and then gently pushed open, Du Qinglou kicked off the nanmu chair, a brocade coat as beautiful as a butterfly flying into, do not see how to move, the chair quietly fell to the ground, the door is also covered, Du Qinglou stick to leaning to a beam, was about to draw out the sleeve sword, looked up and only saw two flashy sleeves spinning columns fluttering.

Like a cluster of hibiscus, around the beam and open.

The next moment he was strangled by someone’s neck, which makes Du Qinglou flooded with remorse, catchfly Lang in accordance with Zhu sprites internal “secret law”, the tongue contains a secret poisonous gall, once the whereabouts of the exposure, it will be killed, but Du Qinglou never think that someone in the Hall of Grass will kill themselves, the last two years have been slacking off, into the spider’s web, I have not heard of the situation forced to After entering this spider web, I haven’t heard of any situation that forced me to kill myself by biting the poison of my colleagues, but only heard of a poor guy who killed himself by mistake due to excessive drinking. Du Qinglou immediately know how stupid, the visitor not only choked his neck, the other hand almost at the same time chopped off his limbs and meridians, is to let go, he can only be like a puddle of mud on the ground, can not move. This kind of maneuver, skillful as if a skillful woman cooks and cuts vegetables.

The woman in front of me is such a beautiful thing!

The most thrilling is, her abnormal scarlet lips, know that must die Du Qinglou in a trance just want to know what rouge, make her fox charming so cold and colorful.

She laughed softly, “I intercepted the secret message you sent to the other Butterfly Catching Lady in Xiongji Town three hundred miles away.”

Du Qinglou who could only make a hoarse voice with difficulty asked, “Who are you?”

She originally did not want to answer, but for no reason, she narrowed her eyes like a crescent moon, and laughed delicately, “It’s your long-lost mother, is this answer beautiful?”

Du Qinglou, who was in the gutter, was almost suffocated by these words and spat out blood. Born in Zhu sprite, it means that he is not greedy for life and fear of death, and even that torture as child’s play, only caught in a dead end, and there is no power to fight back, the key murderer is still such a young woman, with a thousand years of cultivation into the human form of the vixen like, let Du Qinglou some bewilderment, ferocious are fierce, and as for the rumors in the rivers and lakes, the so-called decapitation but a bowl of big scars, eighteen years later and is a good man, is more Can not say, too stupid. Du Qinglou dead stared at this killer, only know that she is single on the mountain, is Dunhuang City messenger, these messages are written in the letter, because the daytime release of pigeons is too eye-catching, be careful, Du Qinglou generally in the ZiHao around the delivery of secret letters, just now also in the lucky delivery of information later later benefits, it is not as good as catching up with the news of the young swordsman and write, how could not expect that all the efforts were But all the hard work went down the drain.

She asked: “That Green Drops is still alive, why don’t you send out another secret letter?”

Du Qinglou’s eyes remained calm and asked calmly, “If you do this, I will survive?”

She said rightfully, “Can’t.”

Du Qinglou sneered and laughed, “Then why write?”

She blinked her eyes and laughed delicately, “I always thought it was lucky to live longer when I was young.”

Du Qinglou suddenly said, “I’ll write!”

She shook her head, “Three words, since I know you are not afraid of death, I won’t give you the chance to play tricks on the letter.”

Click, a very crisp sound of bones breaking, the poor catchfly Lang died in peace, sliding down limply against the beam, sitting on the ground with a crooked head.

The woman did not even look at the corpse, brocade skirt and walk, ascending to the second floor, looked at the ivory carving pen holder, at once picked out that spring bamboo shoots sheep’s hair long sharp pen, fingers as a knife, stooped down to cut with the hand of the secret letter is not the slightest difference in the size of the ripe Xuanshi, did not rush to write down the news of the fabrication of the Du Qinglou, she moved over the case of the book several Du Qinglou often flipped through the book, carefully browsed through some of Du Qinglou assessment of the handwriting, and this is to reach out and probe into the Collar, from between the rich and spectacular breasts to pull out the green drip, this scene if Du Qinglou saw, it is estimated that the eyes are going to stare out. The woman casually put the letter pigeon on the book case, untied the binding silk thread, took off the pen cap, nails peeled off the sealing mud, drew out the secret letter, compared the handwriting, it is really very different, took a finger to point out the green dripping water letter pigeon, laughed softly: “Like you, are all refusing to be honest slicker.”

She suddenly put down the sheep’s hair long blade, eyes sizzling up, a hand into their own between the peaks, eyes lost, subtle voice such as sobbing, after a long time, finally stopped the greasy people panting, suppressed a long cry, “His Highness the son of the world ……”