Taking advantage of the night, she sneaked to the door of the small courtyard of the Tan family, attached to the door and whispered, but heard Sister Tan's very suppressed cry.

What's wrong with her? Ning Xiaoxian hesitated, looked and found that there was no one around, so he jumped lightly and jumped to the top of the door. Well, the lights in the hall are still on.

Eavesdropping on the corners of other people's walls, is it immoral? There was a trace of justice in her heart that tried to condemn her, and then she was burned clean by the raging fire of gossip, because Sister Tan couldn't help but sob, obviously very sad.

Ning Xiaoxian leaned down, like a big gecko, and silently "swam" down the courtyard wall. She can control the operation of most of the muscles around her body, and the rough and shallow work of this hand is effortless.

She looked at the building in front of her and decided to sneak into the shadow of the wall by the window. If she's not mistaken, there's her mentor in it.

She leaned over cautiously, tied her hair up to keep it out of the way, and then pressed her ear to the wall and made a standard "listen to the corner" motion. Although Changtian couldn't see her movements in the Gods and Demons Prison, he could guess it, and he couldn't help but sigh with his forehead, but Qi Qi laughed and fell, praising the current hostess for being very interesting and cute.

The whistle was inside, and it was sighing. Because Tan Qinghe was crying to him:

"Yun Feng, don't blame Qinghe for being rude. It's just that in a few days you'll be gone with the caravan, and I don't know how long it will be before I see you again. ”

Ning Xiaoxian was extremely curious, what kind of rude method did Sister Tan just now? In addition, the whistle's real name turned out to be Hua Yunfeng, and it was the first time she learned that this name had been obtained.

I only heard the whistle whisper and said with a wry smile: "Qinghe's kindness, Hua Mou's heart." It's just that I don't have a fixed place to live in this business. Life is in danger, but it is not a good match. He paused, then gritted his teeth and said, obviously very reluctant in his heart, "Qinghe is so talented, wouldn't it be easy to find another wishful man, why bother...... Why waste time on Hua?"

Wow, Brother Whistle, you are really a ruthless person, you have taken good care of others these days. Now in the face of the great beauty he likes, he refuses again, how abusive and hypocritical it is, how abusive and hypocritical it is. Ning Xiaoxian secretly gave him a thumbs up. I just don't know if this cruel thing is also said to himself.

I heard the chairs in the room move, and it was obvious that the whistle stood up to leave. Tan Qinghe was also anxious, and seemed to knock down the cup on the table, so he heard the whistle and exclaimed: "Qinghe, you...... Hmm......" is not finished. The mouth was obviously gagged by something. For a few breaths, there was no sound in the room. I don't know what he did. Tan Qingdu said lightly "hmm" twice.

Sister Tan is also a man of action. Ning Xiaoxian secretly admired.

Very light footsteps sounded, and he walked into Tan Qinghe's boudoir. Sure enough, no normal man can resist the embrace of a beautiful woman. Ning Xiaoxian deduced that she, the cheap master, carried the little widow back to the room directly. After a while, there was a sound of rustling in the room, as if the two of them had taken off their clothes.

Tan Qingheqiang's self-suppressed panting finally came out, finely and densely. As if in a nightmare, he let out a few low grunts occasionally, like a fawn. Her voice was originally lower, but at this moment she whispered a few words of "don't" in a trembling voice. It's really slippery and greasy, which makes the same sex outside the window feel like a wave in their hearts. But the whistle was almost silent, and the thief outside had to use his ears to barely catch the slightest breath of his breathing. This man, even in the moment of passion, subconsciously wants to hide himself.

Tan Qinghe is a woman after all, and she is still afraid of people listening to such good deeds, but at this time, she still remembers: "The window ...... Cheng Cheng is still sleeping......"

The whistle finally said in a low voice, "I'll go close." Then he got up and walked to the window. At this time, Miss Ning couldn't help but be glad that she didn't directly lie under the window and eavesdrop, otherwise she would have been caught now. She used the art of pranayama, held her breath, and shut her heartbeat, like a lifeless stone in the darkness.

Rao was like this, and the whistle also stood by the window for a while, as if he was aware of it, until Tan Qing Hemansheng called out "Yunfeng" softly, and then he reached out and closed the window. Her master has two brushes, and she has practiced pranayama to the realm of Xiaocheng, and the whistle can still feel it as a mortal.

However, the man's attention was obviously not here at this time, and now he was facing a good day and a beautiful scenery. Sure enough, after a while, Tan Qinghe couldn't help but let out a long scream, it seemed that the moment of hand-to-hand combat had arrived. Although this cry was deliberately restrained, the ecstasy, satisfaction, demand, and confusion contained in it obviously deeply stimulated the man, so the man in the room let out a deep roar and officially entered the battle.

When Ning Xiaoxian was in this room to talk about Qinghe's leg injury, she knew that the bed she used was made of fine sour branch wood, with a fine structure and a strong nature. However, at this time, the bed also swayed back and forth with the owner's body, and it creaked very cooperatively. For a moment, the sounds of wheezing, moaning, crashing, the swaying of the bed, and some ambiguous sounds echoed through the room, forming a chapter of confusion.

After all, the girl outside the window was untouched, and when she heard the battle inside becoming more and more intense, her heart was beating loudly, and she reached out to hug her face, feeling like a fever.

"If you have the courage to eavesdrop, don't let anyone find out. Changtian suddenly spoke, startling her. At such a moment, his voice was still unhurried, clear and flat, as if pouring a basin of cold water on her head, "Hold your breath, just treat it as pranayama training." It's a skill that you can only master in battle, but now you can practice it here...... It's the same. ”

"Take this file as pranayama training! Lord Changtian is really wise. Qi Qi ignored it, slapped a sycophant as usual, and then said, "Mistress, if you don't want to be discovered, you have to hurry up." The man inside has already noticed that your heart is beating and breathing too fast, and if you continue like this, you will be caught red-handed. ”

Shenma, can the whistle still find itself at such a moment? She didn't believe it. Qi Qi spoke with facts: "Didn't you notice that his sprint speed was deliberately slowed down, and he couldn't even hold his breath, obviously listening to other movements. Fortunately, the woman in the room was a little frantic, and he didn't know where you were for a while. ”

She was red-faced when she heard this, but she also knew that Qi Qi was reasonable, so she forcibly collected her mind and ran the pranayama technique. It worked, and it immediately calmed her.

The whistle listened for a while, but did not hear any other unusual movements, but it was his slackness that made the conversation under him urgent, so he put aside his doubts and worked hard again. Tan Qinghe probably has been absent for a long time, and the more he got to it, the more he became emotional, and he couldn't help screaming several times, but he was blocked by the whistle. But the more she suppressed, the more intense and difficult it was to vent the pleasure she obtained, and as time went on, there was a sobbing sound in her murmur.

The sound was clearly irritating to the man, as the creaking of the bed was noticeably faster. I heard the whistle gasp and ask, "Qinghe, have you ever had any other men?" The three people inside and outside knew that he was asking if he had found another man since her husband's death.

Tan Qinghe was already in love at this time and didn't know it, and sobbed when he heard the words: "No, never!"

He whispered, "Okay!" and then let out a low roar, speeding up again, Tan Qinghe couldn't hold back the feeling of pleasure anymore, and hissed.

Ning Xiaoxian pursed her lips and thought to herself: "What, just now I asked Sister Tan to 'find another wishful husband', and now I ask her if there are any other men, Brother Whistle is really hypocritical!" Don't leave at this time, and when Mingjin withdraws the troops inside, the whistle is back to her senses as usual, and it won't be easy for her to hide it from him.

She is now in good shape, and she easily rolled back to her small courtyard without alarming anyone.

"The caravan will be leaving Rock City in a few days. Will the whistle go along, or will it stay?" she thought for a moment and asked Changtian.

"Leave. Changtian said lightly, "This person has a secret on his back, and I see that he follows the caravan everywhere, and it may not be his own will, or he may have to do it as a last resort." If he couldn't settle down before, he couldn't stay in Rock City now. ”

"Sister Tan, can't it be the reason for him to stay?"

Qi Qi and Changtian glanced at each other, but neither spoke. So she understood, and she couldn't help but feel a little worthless for Tan Qinghe.

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In the early morning of the second day, she went to the house to have breakfast, and of course the whistle had already slipped away. She saw that Sister Tan was really different from usual, probably because of the new Chengyu dew, she walked with her head held high, her eyebrows and eyes were rippling with a sense of spring, and her appearance was three points more beautiful than usual. It's a pity that Ning Xiaoxian knew that the whistle would not stay, so he couldn't help but sigh for her.

The first batch of autumn tea in Iwacheng was actually harvested a few days ago, and the next few days were beautiful, which was a good time to stir-fry tea and make tea. The tea party was also held in the North District, which combined the tea shop district and the mutual market into one venue. This three-day event is mainly for tea farmers and tea merchants with tea leaves in their hands to meet and negotiate with major caravans and vendors. In Ning Xiaoxian's view, this is similar to various expositions in China, which is a place to negotiate sales and sign agreements. Don't say anything else, just the person who can come up with this way of contact has already surpassed the pace of this era, and now she doubts whether the city lord Wenger is also a crosser.

Walking outside the tea party venue, she couldn't help but touch her forehead and admire: Absolutely amazing! There are even barricades set up here to collect tickets. But whoever did not have a caravan certificate had to pay two pieces of silver per person. Although this standard is not high, looking at the flow of people here, you know that the money collected will never be less. She remembered that there was a saying in the West that the art of taxation was to "pluck the most goose feathers and listen to the fewest goose calls", in short, to make people willing, and this Rock City Lord really has some such skills. (To be continued......)