Late Night Tales Of The Capital

Chapter 157: Sweat in palms

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Winter fog pervades Luoyang city.

It was completely dark, Li Jianqi stayed in the palace, and Ye Que returned to the Tianmen Daoist Hall with the incense burner that he had chosen by himself. In addition to the censer, he also had a box of keys in his hand, including those from the General's Mansion and the other 20 shops facing the street on Yong'an Avenue.

Ye Que was a little surprised by Li Chunzhi's support for the Tianmen Gym. The emperor of a country could see the role of a small Gym, and he could think about its future development, which showed the emperor's good intentions. Of course, it also shows from the side that the current crisis in Tang country has begun to rely on the power of the people.

Besieged on all sides made the new emperor who was about to ascend the throne very anxious.

Put the incense burner in your Qiankun bag, study it later, put the keys of the other shops facing the street in the gymnasium, give it to Lin Dashu, and tell him to start the renovation as soon as possible, it is best to try to unite the whole area together, It doesn't even matter if it occupies some street positions. With the support of the emperor, it can be given a green light all the way.

"That Li Jianqi asked you to enter the palace for what? Didn't make things difficult for you?" Hong Dou seemed to have been waiting for Ye Que in the gymnasium.

"No, actually the emperor is looking for me." Ye Que replied.

"Where do I sleep at night?" Hong Dou didn't continue to ask, but asked another question. She slept on the roof last night. That was a special situation. It didn't matter if she was drunk, and she definitely couldn't do it tonight.

"Just in the gymnasium, the sky is already dark, and there is such a heavy fog again." Ye Que said casually.

"Here?" Hong Dou pointed upstairs, "There are only three guest rooms for rest, and people have slept in all of them. Which one do you want me to sleep in?"

Just as Ye Que was about to speak, Hongdou said, "Siblings like Qian Shuhua slept with each other, I don't need it."

After finishing speaking, he continued, "You can't even sleep."

Standing by the side and listening to the conversation, Lin Dashu suddenly felt that it was inappropriate for him to stay here. It was obviously a big light bulb. This was the sect master's private matter, so it was best not to listen to it.

"Master, let me check the shops facing the street first." Lin Dashu ran away after speaking.

Looking at Ye Que again, he thought for a while and said, "How about going to Qian's Mansion? His family has a lot of houses, so it shouldn't be difficult to find a clean one that no one has ever lived in."

Hongdou shook her head again, "Anyone's family is fine, but hers is not. I feel uncomfortable living under the fence."

This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either, Ye Que was a bit overwhelmed for a while.

Glancing at the table, there was a bunch of copper keys on the table, which were left by Lin Dashu, the keys of the general's mansion.

"Okay, then don't go to Qian's house, I'll take you to another place." Ye Que casually grabbed the key on the table, grabbed the red beans and left the Tianmen gymnasium.

Now there are more and more formal disciples in the gymnasium, and more and more people stay at night. The road to practice is so long. After you really walk in, how can you think about other things. There are many people who practice day and night and study hard. According to Ye Que's knowledge, some people have already started to practice the three realms of Tianmen.

Genius can be found everywhere.

There are folks in Luoyang everywhere.

What's more, what they practice is still the simplified version of the Heavenly Book after Ye Que's intensive training. There is a lack of auxiliary materials such as spirit stones, and there is no Fudidongtian, but the gap in skills seems to have made up for it.

In other words, whether it is a spirit stone or a magic weapon, they are all foreign objects, as long as you have patience, there will always be one.

In the mist of night, Ye Que took Hongdou's hand and walked slowly on Yong'an Avenue.

When Ye Que pulled it, he was very casual and didn't think much at all, but when he really started to walk in this dark night, the touch between his fingers became more and more obvious. Hongdou didn't break free, as if she was used to it. From Youbei to Luoyang, this little dragon girl has always been on Ye Que's back.

It can be said that Ye Que carried the red beans all the way back to Luoyang.

Let alone hands, even Hongdou's thighs, Ye Que touched them countless times. Of course, it's not the kind of groping that hooligans do. How can there be no reason not to touch people with their backs

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But at that time it was considered unconscious, but today is different, today is Ye Que's initiative.

A faint moist mist enveloped everything, and it seemed to cover the embarrassment of the two of them, holding hands, but neither of them could see the other's expression.

Soon, Ye Que felt that the palm of his hand began to become moist, and it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. Luoyang in winter is warmer than Youbei, but no matter how warm it is, it is already deep winter. In any case, without using the true essence and spiritual power, the exposed palms will never be so hot!

Immediately afterwards, the heartbeat also began to get faster and faster, and the sound of thumping heartbeat was clearly audible.

There was Ye Que's heartbeat, and Hongdou's heartbeat.

The pace of the two people is getting slower and slower, and it seems that no one cares when they will reach the end. When walking on the Longevity Bridge, Ye Que suddenly withdrew the hand in his palm.

"What's the matter?" Ye Que asked subconsciously, but as soon as he said the words, he felt a little embarrassed. After all, he took the initiative to hold the little girl's hand, and it's normal for her to take it away. You still ask what's wrong? Don't you have to let people call you a hooligan to feel at ease

Ye Que really wanted to slap himself in the face.

This is the legendary brainless, incomprehensible style!

For a while, Hongdou didn't speak, and the two people's footsteps still maintained a strange coordination, and every step seemed to be exactly the same. For their cultivation, it is actually not difficult to do this.

Seventy-eight steps!

When Ye Que silently counted to the seventy-eighth step, another hand suddenly slipped into his palm, it was slippery and soft, but it didn't have the moist feeling just now.

"My palms are itchy." Hong Dou, who was usually domineering, had an unusually low voice at this time, as if she was afraid that others would hear her.

After saying this, he seemed to be afraid that Ye Que might not understand, so he added, "And it's very wet."

"I wiped my hands."

In just three sentences, it truly shows the innocence and cuteness of this little dragon girl, who is untouched by the world.

"Itchy palms? Are they wet? Shall I wipe my hands?" After hearing what Hongdou said, Ye Que was a little dazed, and then he didn't know what to think, but directly used his own hands to hold Hongdou's hands crossed, holding tightly. Yes, it seems that I am afraid of losing it.

"Why so hard?" Hongdou muttered softly.

"Ah? Does it hurt?" Ye Que said blankly. Although this person's soul is over a hundred years old, he is actually a young child, and he doesn't understand anything about the love of children.

"It doesn't hurt, I'm just asking why you are so hard?" Hongdou said calmly, "I can't run."

"Then I'll be gentle." Ye Que said, slightly loosening the hand holding Hongdou.

In the dense fog of the night, the two held hands and walked slowly. Neither of them could see the other, and neither dared to look at the other. Their cheeks were slightly flushed, and their heartbeats accelerated.

"Are your palms sweating again?"

"Can you stop moving all the time?"

"It's itchy, you know?"

"If you do this again, I won't let you hold it!"

"Will you be gentle?" "I'm angry!"

"let me go."

"Itchy..."

"Okay, can I let you hold it?"

"Why are you like this!"

"Do you know how to describe a person like you in the story?"

"Why do I suddenly feel that you look like a hooligan?"

"No, it should be called color embryo!"

"Have you held other girls like this before?"

"No hold?"

"Ghosts believe it!"

"Forget it, the past is the past, if you let me know that you dare to shake the hands of other girls, you will die!"

"I'll eat you! I'll do it!"

Walking normally from Tianmen Gymnasium to the General's Mansion, it will take half an hour at most. Ye Que and Hongdou walked for a full hour, talking while walking, the road, walking very slowly, but no one seemed to feel it, even the thick fog gradually dissipated, and neither of them realized it.

Anyway, all Ye Que's attention was on Hongdou's hand, and the little dragon girl's murmured complaints kept coming from his ears.

But what can I complain about? My hands are all held by me, do you want to run? Ye Que is a majestic 'demon-killing Shura', would it be so easy for you to break free? Once you hold it, don't even think about throwing it away. That is to say, during this journey, Ye Que really thought about it, maybe it is time for him to find a companion for cultivation.

Fate is such a wonderful thing.

When it arrives, I can't hide it even if I want to, and I can't shake it off.

The dense fog dissipated, leaving only a thin layer of veil. The big lion with a broken leg in front of the General’s Mansion seemed to have been completely washed by water vapor. There were drops of dew on the surface of the stone. The copper handle on the door was also soaked in mist, and it felt rusty and sticky to the touch.

"Got home."

Ye Que said softly, then let go of Hong Dou's hand, took out a bunch of keys from his sleeve, and prepared to try them one by one. But the first key was inserted, and with a click, the door lock was unlocked, as if it was destined, this place has been waiting for Ye Que's arrival.

Give it a little push.

With a squeak, the door slowly opened.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Que took Hongdou's hand, walked into this mansion that has inextricable connections with him, the Luoyang General's Mansion.

There was no one there for half a month, and the mansion was already desolate, with weeds growing everywhere under the feet, dust on the walls, and even some spider webs in the corners. Turning a corner, there is a large courtyard. At this time, the ground is covered with withered and yellow leaves. The branches of the big tree next to it have been broken in half, and all the branches are drooping on the ground.

Next to the courtyard is a long and narrow corridor. Next to the corridor is a fish pond. There is no water in the pond, and the bones of goldfish can even be seen at the bottom of the pond. There is a red pavilion in the middle of the corridor. The plaque on the red pavilion is half broken, and the couplets on both sides have obviously been cut by swords, and the sword marks are mottled.

Dots of blood appeared under the feet, which had already turned into purple-black blood spots. It should have been done when the house was ransacked. In the hall in the distance, the main entrance was opened, and half of the door and the door frame were half removed.

Ye Que walked with a blank expression on his face. He might not feel it himself, but Hongdou could clearly feel it, holding his hand with increasing strength. When Ye Que walked into the General's Mansion, the gate was not closed, and it was already late at night, and no pedestrians could be seen on Yong'an Street.

However, in a corner diagonally opposite the General's Mansion, several figures suddenly disappeared, crossed the street, and disappeared into the faint mist.