The early morning in Beijing is so lively today, several groups of people came to the gate of the mission, the Northern Qi officials and the Jin Yiwei made way together, half bowed their bodies respectfully, and faced the "delicate" person who came The girl saluted: "I have seen Miss Haitang."
Haitang's eyes were sleepy, she didn't seem to wake up much, her hands were still in the two big pockets of the floral dress, she yawned, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
An official hurried up and reported back and forth: "I have ordered you to invite Nan Qingzheng to let Master Fan Xian enter the palace, but Master Fan, the guard, refused to notify anyway."
Officials from Jinyiwei and Honglu Temple also came up to report their intentions. In short, they wanted to see Fan Xian.
Haitang was slightly taken aback, she didn't seem to know that so many things had happened in the capital city in the past two days, her eyes were slightly bewildered, and she said, "Why didn't you report it?"
Huwei Gaoda knew that the woman in front of him looked like a village girl, but she was actually an important figure in Northern Qi. What's more, the young master often walked around the street with this strange woman during the days when the mission was in Beijing. Dare to be negligent, stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Sir, I drank too much yesterday, so I feel a little uncomfortable. I am resting, so I don't want to disturb you."
After pondering for a while, Haitang said softly, "Let me go and have a look."
After saying this, she walked towards the main entrance of the mission. These days, she often came to the mission to look for Fan Xian, so the people in the mission were already used to Miss Haitang's arrival. Seeing her walking in, Lin Wen couldn't help but panic flashed in his eyes as he stood on the stone steps. I dare not stop it.
Gao Da, on the other hand, was devoted to protecting the lord. He frowned, held the handle of the long saber, and stopped in front of Haitang. He said in a deep voice, "Girl... um!"
The final sound turned into a muffled hum!
Haitang didn't make a move, but turned around slightly, the cloth shoes that never seemed to bother to leave the ground rustled, and for some reason, her person had already arrived behind Gao Da.
Gundam's zhenqi accumulated for a long time could not find a channel to vent at this moment, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his eyes sparkled with brilliance.
Haitang smiled, turned around and patted him on the shoulder lightly, an inexplicable expression flashed on that ordinary face: "Fan Xian and I are friends, I think he would like to see me at this time."
When her palm was about to fall on Gao Gao's shoulder, an extremely gentle warm current passed over.
Gundam slowly closed his eyes, and with his right hand slammed into the tiger's mouth, the long knife spun around beside him, and ruthlessly pierced into the stone floor beside his feet. The gravel was slightly chaotic, and the tip of the knife penetrated the ground more than three inches!
During this face-to-face meeting, although Gundam was extremely skilled, he was still not as good as Haitang, not to mention that the other party's identity was a bit special after all, so he had no way to make a move, so he suffered a dull loss.
Gao Da knew that Haitang couldn't be stopped, but he was unwilling to let the "young master" in the room face Haitang alone, so with a dark face, he turned around and followed the shaking figure into the yard.
Jin Yiwei, an official of the Northern Qi Dynasty at the back, wisely didn't follow, as long as Miss Haitang confirmed whether Fan Xian was in the room or not, people like herself, why bother to take risks.
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"Good morning, Miss Haitang." Wang Qinian, who was holding light salt water and a miniature mace in his hand, was full of foam and appeared on the courtyard corridor that Haitang must pass by. Fan Xian's confidant had seen Haitang a few times, and he was familiar with it .
Haitang smiled slightly, knowing that the other party was here to delay time, but she was not in a hurry, and said, "What is Mr. Wang holding?"
Wang Qinian took the "miniature mace" out of his mouth, stretched it out in front of Haitang, and said with a smile: "My lord invented the toothbrush."
"Toothbrush?" Haitang was slightly taken aback, and said, "Brush your teeth?"
"yes."
"Why not use willow branches?"
"Because this guy is easy to use, soft and delicate." Wang Qinian said flatteringly. Only then did he realize that it was disrespectful to put the toothbrush that had been in contact with his own stinky mouth in front of Miss Haitang, so he quickly put it away. When I came back, I repeatedly pleaded guilty.
Haitang smiled wryly, shook her head, and walked inside. Wang Qinian threw the bowl and the utensils to his subordinates, and hurriedly followed. He is almost forty, and he can run faster than a rabbit. While walking, he chatted with Miss Haitang casually, and Mr. Dao Fan drank too much yesterday. He is probably still resting at this time. How about coming back later, girl
In fact, everyone knew that Haitang suddenly appeared at the mission this early in the morning. Of course, she couldn't be passing by. She must see Fan Xian.
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In the distance of the corridor, a figure in white clothes looked towards the two of them. Haitang was touched, turned her head to look, and couldn't help but feel a chill in her pupils: "It turns out that he is Yun Dacai."
Yan Bingyun could tell that Ku He's closed-door disciple was not in a good mood. Although he had been released by Jin Yiwei, he had been carefully hiding in the back house, not wanting to irritate the officials and people of Northern Qi. Before he was imprisoned, it was when Haitang returned to the palace, and he had met once as a Yun Dacai. Today, when he met Haitang, he felt a little embarrassed and retreated silently.
Looking at the closed wooden door in front of her, Haitang frowned and reached out to push it.
She was a girl, and although everyone knew that she had some kind of friendship with Fan Xian, it would be somewhat impolite to push the door like this. Wang Qinian was taken aback, and wanted to block the door, but his lightness kung fu is excellent, and his other skills are 18 levels away from this celestial girl's. When a strong wind blows by, that The wooden door creaked open.
A drop of cold sweat dripped from Wang Qinian's forehead, and he didn't know if it would be too late.
Haitang quietly looked at the big bed in the room, and suddenly said: "Master Wang, you can step back."
Wang Qinian did not move.
A tired and cold voice came from the room: "Wang Qinian, step back."
Wang Qinian took a deep breath, with a look of joy in his eyes, he immediately regained his composure, bowed and said, "Yes, Mr. Fan."
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Haitang walked in with light lotus steps, and the wooden door behind her was closed without wind. She didn't seem too surprised, nor was she in a hurry. She took out the teapot from the table, poured a cup of cold tea into the cup, sipped lightly, and then sat down. On the round stool next to the big bed.
On the big bed, under the brocade quilt, Fan Xian, who was slightly pale, had a slight smile in his eyes, looked at the village girl sitting beside his bed with great interest, and said after a while, "You are going to keep looking like this go down."
Haitang stretched out her palm to cover her lips, yawned and said, "If the Queen Mother hadn't invited me to take a look, would you think I would be happy to see your ugliness early in the morning?"
Fan Xian said with a smile: "As for my appearance, although I don't like it very much, I also know that it has nothing to do with the word ugly." He looked down and said, "I believe that she is not ugly either."
Under the quilt, in Fan Xian's bare chest with his shirt open, lay a soft and charming woman with long hair like a black waterfall.
"Drinking flower wine for a day and a night." Haitang seemed to lose sight of the woman in his arms, and yawned again, "It doesn't look very beautiful."
"Are you going to keep watching like this?"
"I don't think Mr. Fan intends to stop me from watching." Haitang said with a smile.
After all, Fan Xian became embarrassed, and said: "May I ask you to stay away for a while, so that the girl in my arms can get dressed." He said calmly, "You don't have to give me face, but you have to give me face." , woman, why bother to embarrass a woman."
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After the kabuki finished cleaning up, she still looked back at Fan Xian reluctantly. The slight resentment, shyness and flattery in her eyes made Fan Xian praise her acting skills in his heart. The kabuki saluted Haitang again with a hint of awe, then pulled up the hem of her skirt and walked out of the room in small steps, leaving only Haitang and Fan Xian behind.
Fan Xian was still lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, he didn't care that Haitang stared at his naked upper body.
Haitang is also really a wonderful person, neither pretending to be shy nor blaming, just like the young man on the bed is a piece of wood, he ignored it, and said directly: "Do you know what happened in Shangjing these two days? "
Fan Xian was slightly startled, but laughed after a while: "Forget it, I don't bother to do these words with you. Since I am in Shangjing, there is no reason why I don't know. Uesugi Tiger lost a lot this time. Subordinate, Xiao En was also killed by you, I believe your teacher will be very happy, congratulations girl, congratulations girl."
Haitang looked at him quietly, the sense of oppression in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, but Fan Xian didn't seem to feel it at all, he still smiled and said, "Yes, I knew this would happen, so in order to avoid suspicion, I had to Lock yourself in the mission for two days, I believe the girl can understand."
Haitang didn't know if what he said was true or not, but in the courtyard earlier, with Wang Qinian's procrastination, she had given Fan Xian enough time, and no one knew why Haitang was willing to do this.
Since Fan Xian was in the mission, Hai Tang knew that she couldn't ask any more questions. This seemingly handsome young southern official in front of her was actually a person who did her best, so naturally she wouldn't let her catch her.
She stood up, put her hands in her big pockets, and suddenly looked at Fan Xian's naked upper body with great interest. Fan Xian secretly channeled his domineering qi, and his beautiful face turned red in response to the occasion.
"Why are you blushing?" Haitang asked with a smile.
"Your face is radiant." Fan Xian suddenly felt that an inexplicable danger was approaching, and his complexion immediately turned pale after a day and two nights of mental exhaustion.
"Why are you white again?"
Fan Xian took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Spring nights are bitter."