The night breeze was clear, and the cold wind blew off the light fur on Fu Liluo's thin shoulders, she had no time to take care of it, and still looked at the small arch with frosty eyes, Dou Xiao on the side raised his eyebrows tightly, and slowly plated a layer of clouds, and gently picked up the fur on the ground to wrap her shoulders and neck, and her eyes were sharp like eagles and followed the figure of that group of people.

"Official, let's go!"

The coquettish and charming voice of the Ying Song Yan language, how can there be a little bit of the solemnity of the monks, but it is like the woman in the painting boat on the lakeside of the continent, how different from the dusty place of the hook and tile!

"Official, remember to come often..."The crisp and soft voice was particularly clear in this quiet winter night.

The thick snow on the opposite mountain is like a white wall, exuding a white light, reflecting the darkness like day, Fu Li Luo stared at that place with a wide fog of eyes, just happened to bump into a lewd evil man touched the fat big palm into the shirt of the Nizi that was blown open by the wind, and smiled to kiss the snow-white neck of the Nizi, Fu Li Luo only felt a chill in his heart.

The smell of plum fragrance before was completely invaded by the glamorous, vulgar, and disgusting taste.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, if she hadn't heard it with her own ears, where would she have thought that this holy place of Buddhism would have such a dirty act!

Fu Liluo suddenly had a terrible conjecture, her eyes were like the sea, if what Gu Xinyue said was true, she fell into such a lewd hole, could she still be spared from being ravaged?

Besides, she has a good look, and she looks better than a begonia, an orphan girl who lives alone in this dirty place, can she hide from the past?

Fu Liluo didn't dare to think about it further, raised his hand to brush the black hair that hit the man's sideburns at the tip of his nose, and glanced at Dou Xiaoyang, who was snuggled by his side, and stopped talking.

Outside the white wall, the sound of horses' hooves lifted the frost and snow, and the two men beat their horses and left...

With the swing of the waist of the two nuns, the smell of kitsch and gagging was swept by the wind, and went straight to the tip of Fu Liluo's nose, accompanied by the smell of wind and dust, and picked up a silk handkerchief to gag his mouth and nose.

She raised her delicate eyebrows, then looked at the sky above her head, abruptly pulled the man's sleeve next to her, and her cheeks gathered a moving pear vortex: "I... I'm going to sneeze..."

Fu Liluo's words were awe-inspiring, without the slightest pretentiousness of a little woman.

Suddenly, Fu Liluo's eyes flickered, a big palm covered half of her small face, raised her hand to pull, there was a shallow and faint breathing sound in her ears, and there was a faint smell of cold incense, only to hear the slightly hoarse voice of the man on the side: "Lend you my hand, try to control the volume!"

Fu Liluo couldn't help but laugh at his words, raised his hand to push away his warm palm, only to feel that a Qiong nose was almost out of breath covered by him, where did he still want to sneeze!

She lowered her eyes like a mimosa, and her white jade-like neck instantly turned red.

Dou Xiaoyang stared at the person like a white magnolia, her voice was soft, and her slender neck curled up slightly into a graceful arc, like an elegant white swan.

It took a while for the two of them to come back to their senses, and when they went to look at the place again, the two little nuns had long since disappeared.

The two were stunned.

The cold night engulfed the cold of midwinter, and the cold wind howled and gusted, like a giant python coiling out of the mountain.

The drum beat of the third watch sounded dullly, and an old nun with a thin waist slowly walked towards the open arch, picked up a long strip of copper and locked it on the arch with his hands and feet, and then coughed dryly, and staggered towards the northernmost right side of the bush...

The two exchanged looks, condensed their eyebrows towards the remote north courtyard, and walked into the corridor in a vigorous manner, passing through a large area of barren dead wood and thorn bushes, bypassing a pond, and seeing two small attics built on a high slope, with white walls and tiles, and on the tall and magnificent doorpost, there is a dark blue plaque, with the inscription "Shangqing Pavilion" The three vermilion characters, and as soon as they approached slightly, they vaguely heard the sound of laughter coming from inside, and by the night like silver, the two of them approached the lit attic along the hill on the left, and the steep and slippery hillside was covered with frost, and the slightest carelessness would cause the nose to fall and the face to be swollen.

The two of them leaned down under the carved window lattice, listening to the sound of silk and bamboo coming from the lighted hut, accompanied by the gentle and soft laughter of the woman, and the rough and coarse laughter of the man...

The vermilion wood-colored window lattice of the wind creaked, Fu Liluo bowed his waist and reached out to pick up a small dead wood from the ground, and glanced at Dou Xiaoyang, whose face was slightly tight, and the dead wood went to the crack in the half-closed window lattice.

A gust of cold wind struck suddenly, Fu Liluo frowned slightly, rolled up his eyebrows and looked at the noisy inner room, only to see that the carved beams and paintings in the inner room were extraordinary, and the end was magnificent, with a big red curtain hanging on the red lacquered beams, which was lightly rolled up by the cigarette smoke inside, adding a touch of charming and gorgeous atmosphere!

With the dazzling light on the case, Fu Li Luo looked carefully into the inner room of the song and dance, and it didn't matter if the women turned around, she was shocked.

These women were dressed in light brocade satin, and their eyebrows and eyes shook lightly

Swinging the waist, each person is surrounded by men in Chinese costumes, the men are lewd and laughing, raising their oily faces to kiss the white skin of the nuns, and some also reach out to touch the top of the woman's smooth and greasy head, the bare head is actually lit up by the red Ling Palace lamp on the incense case!

These women are a bunch of nuns!

It's really like Gu Xinyue said, this Qingyu Nunnery is simply a lewd hole!

Fu Liluo trembled and retracted his thin white tender hands, his onion-like fingers were flushed, his pretty face was slightly smoky, he leaned against the cold white wall and took a breath, and looked at Dou Xiaoyang, whose eyes were like torches beside him, and his outstretched plain hand had not yet rubbed his sleeves, and he saw him block her pink lips with his slender fingers, and said softly in spoken language: "Shh"

His eyebrows were like snowy peaks under the blue sky, clear and high, shining, and a pair of deep black eyes peered through the carved window lattices to the inner chamber of laughter and whispering.

"It's him..."

Dou Xiaoyang's handsome face suddenly changed, and his deep eyes were as sharp as the tip of a knife.

Fu Liluo stretched out his hand and buckled it on the window table, stood on tiptoe again and looked in at the slit, only to see a short and fat man in brocade sitting on the soft couch with green bamboo pattern and plum, and the official robe with black brocade pattern and gold thread was wrapped around his bloated fat body, like a white bear.

"Lord Xu, come on..."

"Come on, Lord Xu is here to dance..."

A delicate girl with pink green yarn snatched the celadon tea cup from his hand, smiled and took his arm and twisted his waist

Get up.

The three-legged incense burner on the case is slowly misty, and the smoked Fu Li Luo is about to be unable to open his eyes, and the scene of the piano sound curling and fragrant is overflowing, no matter how you look at it, there is an illusion of a warm moon in the green building.

Fu Liluo rubbed his stunned eyebrows and eyes, and looked at the imposing Dou Xiaoyang beside him, his obsidian-like eyes were silent like a deep well, his sword eyebrows were inserted obliquely into his sideburns, a pair of big palms were clenched into fists, and his whole body was dripping with murderous aura.

"Dou..."

pouted his ruddy and shiny lips to pull the corners of his flying clothes, but stopped abruptly when he saw the tall figure suddenly entering the inner room...

The vermilion door was opened, and a pair of ink-colored official boots embroidered with brocade cloud lace stepped in, and the pace was steadily fixed next to the round case of the yellow flowered wood, and the gorgeous hem of the crimson embroidered auspicious beast crossed an elegant arc in mid-air, and the noise in the room suddenly cooled down, and dozens of men hurriedly hugged him, and respectfully bowed his knees and said: "Lin'an Shizi..."

Fu Liluo and Dou Xiaoyang, who were leaning on the edge of the wooden window, were both shocked!

It turns out that this Lin'an Shizi is none other than Yuwen Jingyan, the younger brother of the current prince Yuwen Jingyi, if Fu Liluo remembers correctly, this Yuwen Jingyan and that Yuwen Jingyi are the same dog, when Yuwen Jingyi was not the prince, this Yuwen Jingyan did not do anything for him.

Could it be that the filthy deeds in this nunnery are also the thoughts of Yuwen Jingyi?

Fu Li Luo frowned and thought back to the past, Yuwen Jingyi, who was still the prince at the time, would go to Ming'an Temple from time to time to pray for blessings, this Qingyu Nunnery is only a mountain away from that Ming'an Temple, will Yuwen Jingyi take the opportunity to go to Ming'an Temple to incense, and sneak to this nunnery?

Could it be that Yuwen Jingyi really wants to raise dead people in this nunnery?

In her previous life, Fu Liluo seemed to have heard anyone mention it, at that time, she was tied to Yuwen Jingyi, and she would never believe the rumors, Fu Liluo now thinks about it, this Yuwen Jingyi relied on the nunnery to do a leather and meat business, receiving people from the rivers and lakes, peddlers and pawns, and rich businessmen!

In order to get useful information about their future from their mouths, or to spread the word?

There was a burst of awe-inspiring in the bottom of my heart, and a trembling chill in my delicate body.

"Crow... Raven..."

Two poignant and sharp jackdaw chirps startled Fu Li Luo, and the willow waist of the hand sleeve flew down in panic, reaching out to cover the coquettish moan that was about to scream, Fu Li Luo Xiaoyan was full of surprise, and before he could react, he only smelled a cold fragrance, and quietly raised his eyes, and he had turned into a warm embrace.

"Don't move!" Dou Xiaoyang raised his hand around her body, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and glanced at the few men who were whispering inside.

I don't know how long it took, but the inner room fell into a deathly silence.

Fu Liluo got out of Dou Xiaoyang's arms, looked at the twilight like water, reached out to hold the warm hand handed over by Dou Xiaoyang, and let him pull along the stone wall and run into the path at the back cliff...

Taking advantage of the night, the two quietly sat in the cyan carriage, Dou Xiaoyang untied Daqiu and hugged her into his arms, staring at the cold air shrouded in her small face, touching her green silk wet by frost...

"I can't imagine that Yuwen Jingyi would do these dirty things!" Dou Xiaoyang's eyes were cold.

Fu Liluo brushed his soaked clothes, and said with surprise in his eyes: "How do you know that Yuwen Jingyi?"

"It's so obvious, can't you see it?" Dou Xiaoyang picked up the soft cake wrapped in plain paper and handed it to Fu Liluo, and said with a disdainful face: "But it's also!

Looking at Dou Xiaoyang's forehead and angry eyebrows, Fu Liluo suddenly felt a little in a trance.

He is so disgusted and despises Yuwen Jingyi, is it really just because of Yuwen Jingyi's filthy behavior?

Is there a reason for himself? Dou Xiaoyang hates Yuwen Jingyi for murdering her Fu Liluo?

Fu Li Luoxiu's forehead frowned, like the peaks of the mist of the hermits, and she fell into deep contemplation.

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Early the next morning, Fu Liluo hurriedly went to say goodbye to Gu Xinyue without telling her her identity.

Looking at the place shrouded in black smoke, Fu Liluo really wanted to bring Gu Xinyue back, but now was not the time.

At least find an opportunity to talk to Gu Qian in detail before arranging for Gu Xinyue to enter the mansion...

The two hurried down the mountain to go back...

Last night was thrilling for Fu Liluo, listening to the squeak of the car rolling over the ice on the ground, like a melodious lullaby, she fell asleep after a while. Through the yellow glazed palace lamp in the carriage, Dou Xiaoyang looked at her in a condensed voice, the light was like a bean, her crow-green hair was half scattered on her shoulders, leaning on the soft and gentle cushions, her quiet and indifferent expression made her sleeping little face as quiet and beautiful as a hollow valley orchid, and it was full of unknown charm.