Xu Fengnian asked two smart men, Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng, to go to Zhongyi Village to pack their luggage, go down the mountain alone, and come to the restaurant. When they saw this green bamboo lady, they lay there and fell asleep. Must not be dragged into the depths of the dense forest or crops to be ridden as a mare? After sitting down, Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand and patted her cheek, giving her a jolt. The ill-fated woman subconsciously wiped the corners of her mouth for fear of losing her composure. Most women like this, love beauty, cherish fame, fear pain and even death. Of course, there must be exceptions. Xu Fengnian has seen too many women who do not let their eyebrows be ignored, and he dare not underestimate women. Besides, it doesn't matter if he is older for women who are more than 70 Wen, as long as they are not enemies of life and death, they are fine. temper.
Qingzhu Niang was in a daze, and immediately hugged her neckline tightly. She didn't notice anything unusual, so she breathed a sigh of relief. This expression hurt Xu Fengnian a little. Qingzhu Niang is someone who has been there before, and she is already familiar with the relationship between men and women. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the helplessness of this young man, she smiled, little bastard, you dare not even knock on the widow's door, I am so mad at you!
Xu Fengnian said bluntly: "The Zhongyi Village has pissed off the devils in Shenmen's thatched cottage. Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng will take you south to Jizhou to escape for your life. I think life may be a bit bumpy, but it should be better than being fished here. Live a little more freely. But whether you want to go to Jizhou or not depends on your own will, I won’t force it, let me explain in advance that Zhongli Handan from Changle Peak Cottage has died, so you have lost your backer.”
Qingzhu Niang looked stunned, and then muttered to herself: "Dead? Finally dead?"
Xu Fengnian nodded and said: "I can't die anymore, I won't lie to you."
Qing Zhu Niang was lying on the table in a daze, and the towering twin peaks came out to scare people again, didn't they? Are you not afraid of crushing the table? Xu Fengnian took a few glances upright, and asked with a smile, "Can you ride a horse?"
Qingzhu Niang cast her winking eyes, "I can even make human buns, why can't I ride a horse?"
Xu Fengnian had strange eyes, nodded suddenly and said, "You know how to ride a horse."
Qing Zhu Niang's winking eyes were like silk, she gently stepped on the instep of the wandering man with a sword under the table, and said softly: "Isn't it? If you don't believe me..."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I'm not a casual man."
Qing Zhu Niang stopped teasing, lowered her eyelids, and said softly: "I'm a casual woman, right?"
At the end of the words, there was not even a questioning tone.
Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his fingers and flicked her forehead, and saw that she was like a girl who made a mistake and was punished by strict elders, with her hands on her forehead, her eyes were never so pure. Xu Fengnian pinched her cheeks, retracted his hands and smiled: "You are better than a girl from a good family, as I said."
Qingzhu Niang didn't seem to take it too seriously, she said with a worried face: "What can I do in Jizhou?"
Xu Fengnian stroked the empty wine jar with two fingers, and said softly: "Continue to be the proprietress of the restaurant, remember to sell good wine, don't open a black shop to make human meat buns."
The sound of hooves came.
Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng brought less than twenty riders down the mountain, and the two got off their horses and came to the table, respectful, Qing Zhuniang looked at the two cottage leaders who looked like a mouse seeing a cat, and her head was full of confusion.
Xu Fengnian counted the number of people, and said with a smile: "It's only 20 rides with you, is it the second boss who stopped you? Why didn't you let the whole village drag you around?"
Han Fang blushed.
The corners of Zhang Xiucheng's mouth twitched up, saying what he said. If he hadn't tried his best to stop him, he would have only brought eighteen strong brothers to Jizhou. With Han Fang's thinking, he would have liked to take them all to the south.
Then Xu Fengnian got up slowly, walked around the wine table to Qingzhuniang, picked her up, carried her to his horse, raised his head and said: "Qingzhuniang, go to Jizhou, and find someone who can see you later." A good-looking man, if he remarries, whoever dares to talk to you, I will let the two masters tear their mouths apart."
On the horse's back, the young woman who was still drinking suddenly burst into tears, bent down and hugged the traveling scholar's head, but refused to let go.
a long time.
Xu Fengnian finally said with great difficulty: "I can't breathe."
The men in Zhongyi Village were all dumbfounded, not to mention that Qingzhu Niang was as shy as a little lady
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Live well, there is no greater reason in the world than this."
She nodded, wiping away tears.
Twenty-one riders gradually traveled far away.
Xu Fengnian waved his hand, touched his head, and said softly: "It smells so good, so heavy."
※※※※
Apart from the funny name, Du Qinglou only has a very ordinary face. His skills are comparable to those of other foreign surnames in Shen's thatched cottage, and he can't participate in confidential affairs. He went up to Changle Peak five or six years ago. Acquired a set of fierce swordsmanship that is not circulated in the rivers and lakes. The sword moves are not fancy, but they are extremely murderous, so they are often captured by Zhongli Handan to compete and sharpen their swordsmanship. Du Qinglou is not the kind of solitary and withdrawn character, and he can get along well with many guests on the mountain. He is a small character who is willing to lower his profile to get acquainted with others, and he is also one of the few dignified guests in the thatched cottage who are willing to give the cottage gangsters a good look. , Often go down the mountain to drink and laugh.
Today, there was a thrilling fight outside the square of the main building, and he followed immediately, but he just stood around the corner and peeped, and didn't show up. Minding being spurned, I saw the wonderful fight of the hanging sword scholar, silently memorized the moves, and then returned to the second floor of the small building, instead of picking up a bamboo tube that I often use, I picked up A seldom-used spring bamboo shoot pen with a bamboo tube. The tip of the pen is a long point. It is good at writing small characters of mosquitoes and flies. It is concentrating and meditating, and quickly filters the records in the mind, and then writes on a small square inch of Shuxuan like flying. After drying the ink, he twisted his fingers into a roll, stuffed it into the short cap, blocked it with inkstone mud, got up and opened a vertically ventilated nanmu cabinet, and picked up a bamboo bird covered in black cloth. The cage, the fabric is removed, and there is a pigeon with a top hat standing in the bamboo cage. Its eyes are like green water, so it is also called green dripping water. It is a first-class breed of short-distance carrier pigeons, especially within 500 miles. Quickly pass the falcon, tie the lightweight bamboo pen cap with silk thread, and throw this inconspicuous green drip out of the window in the night.
After Du Qinglou released the pigeons, he went downstairs to take out a jug of wine, sat on a nanmu chair, and poured himself a drink at the table, subconsciously stroking the handle of the nanmu chair with one hand. Shenmen Thatched Cottage doesn’t like red sandalwood, boxwood and red rosewood. It only likes to collect the giant tree Zhennan for decoration. Phoebe is the first of the four famous trees in the south of the Yangtze River in the Central Plains. Most of the descendants of the Shen family in the thatched cottage use the most precious golden silk zhennan. For example, Du Qinglou's top-notch Qingke scattered people can only be lowered one by one. Huang Xinnan is used for furniture decoration, which can be regarded as some beautiful wood with purple fragrance. For martial arts professionals who lick their blood at the knife edge, there is nothing to complain about with such a chair sitting under their buttocks, without worrying about food, clothing and women.
It's a pity that Du Qinglou is not an ordinary Jianghu reckless man, he is a trapper from the vermilion demon in the Northern Mang. Like many of his colleagues who infiltrated the major sects of the rivers and lakes, he was ordered to lurk in the Shenmen Thatched Cottage. He had to fly pigeons to send letters and report the truth about everything, usually once a ten-day period. In case of emergency, he could handle it as appropriate. As for the filtering and screening of intelligence, he doesn't need to worry about it as a little fly catcher. Du Qinglou thought that his identity was concealed and was not seen through by the thatched cottage, so he stepped back ten thousand steps and said, even if those old foxes of the Shen family saw through, so what? Drive yourself down the mountain? Not even daring to give Shen Men's thatched cottage a tyrant, it's tantamount to challenging Zhu Xi, tearing the face, and the peace of Changle Peak thatched cottage will come to an end.
Du Qinglou's mood was getting better, and drinking became more and more delicious. The tip of the tongue lingered, and the pupils suddenly contracted violently. Du Qinglou stood up and asked loudly: "Who is visiting?"
No one answered, the fastened door bolt was cut off by some kind of sharp edge, and then gently pushed open, Du Qinglou kicked away the nanmu chair, dressed in brocade clothes as beautiful as a butterfly flew in, without knowing how to move, the chair landed quietly , the door of the room was also closed, Du Qinglou leaned against a beam and was about to draw out the Hidden Sword when he looked up and saw two ornate sleeves fluttering on the pillar.
Like a cluster of brocade hibiscus, open around the beam.
The next moment he was strangled by someone, which caused Du Qinglou to feel remorse. According to the "secret law" inside Zhu Yao, Ting Ting Lang had a secret poisonous gall under his tongue. Once his whereabouts were revealed, he would commit suicide. Du Qinglou never thinks that someone in the thatched cottage will kill him, so he has been slack in the past two years. After entering this spider web, he has never heard of a colleague who was forced to kill himself by biting poison. Poor thing. Du Qinglou immediately knew how stupid he was. The visitor not only grabbed his neck, but cut off the meridians of his limbs almost simultaneously with the other hand. Even if he let go, he could only fall to the ground like a puddle of mud, moving no. This kind of technique is as skillful as a clever woman cooking and chopping vegetables.
But the woman in front of me is such a charming beauty!
The most shocking thing was her unusually scarlet and eye-catching lips. Du Qinglou, who knew he was going to die, just wanted to know what kind of rouge made her so seductive and seductive.
She laughed softly: "I intercepted the secret letter you sent to another butterfly girl in Xiongji 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 at first, but for no reason, she narrowed her eyes and smiled coquettishly, "It's your long-lost old lady, isn't this answer beautiful?"
Du Qinglou, who was overturned in the gutter, was almost suffocated by these words and vomited blood. Being born in Zhu Xi means that he is not greedy for life and afraid of death, and even the torture is regarded as a joke, but he is trapped in death and has no power to fight back. The key murderer is such a young woman who has been in human form for thousands of years. Du Qinglou was at a loss for being vixen-like, and he couldn't even be vicious. As for the so-called beheaded scar that was no bigger than a bowl, he was a good man eighteen years later, and he couldn't say it, it was too stupid. Du Qinglou kept a close eye on this killer, and only knew that she went up the mountain alone and was an envoy from Dunhuang City. All these news were written in that letter, because flying pigeons during the day was too eye-catching. Passing the secret letter around Zishi, I was just glad that it would be beneficial to pass the news later, so sooner rather than later, I happened to write the news of the young swordsman together, but all the hard work was paid. of running water.
She asked: "The green drop is not dead yet, why don't you send it in a secret letter?"
Du Qinglou's eyes remained calm, and he asked calmly, "Can I survive by doing this?"
She said of course, "No."
Du Qinglou sneered and said, "Then why did you write it?"
She blinked and said with a coquettish smile, "I always thought that I was lucky to live longer when I was young."
Du Qinglou suddenly said: "I will write!"
She shook her head and said: "A few words, since I know you are not afraid of death, I won't give you a chance to play tricks on the letter."
With a click, there was a very crisp sound of bones breaking, and the poor Ting Ting Lang couldn't rest in peace, he slumped against the beam and slumped, and sat on the ground with his head tilted.
The woman didn't even look at the corpse, she walked slowly in her beautiful skirt, climbed up to the second floor, looked at the ivory carved pen holder, and immediately picked out the spring bamboo shoots and sheep's hair long sharp pen, made a knife with her fingers, and bent over to cut it. She was not in a hurry to write and fabricate news. She moved a few books that Du Qinglou often read on the desk, carefully browsed some of the handwriting of Du Qinglou's evaluation, and then stretched out her hand. Collar, took out the green drip from between the plump and magnificent breasts, if Du Qinglou saw this scene, his eyes would pop out. The woman casually put the carrier pigeon on the desk, untied the binding silk thread, took off the cap of the pen, peeled off the sealant with her fingernails, pulled out the secret letter, and compared the handwriting, it was really different. She pointed at the green dripping carrier pigeon, and said with a soft smile: Like you, you are all slickers who refuse to be honest."
She suddenly put down the brush pen, her eyes became hot, and she stretched out a hand between her peaks, her eyes were blurred, and her small voice was like weeping, after a long time, she finally stopped her tired panting, and suppressed a long cry: : "His Royal Highness..."