"Boom, people feel offended," Mu Zuojing Yao walked away slowly.

I feel that the atmosphere of the big guy is really not very good, and he may be angry in the East Pavilion again, so it's better to hide.

Qian Yue walked out with tea with a smile.

My own lady often jokes with Lord Mu like this, so the eldest lady won't really be angry.

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Qingqian took the tea and said angrily.

"The maid thinks that the young lady and the shepherd are similar, and your conversation is so interesting. ”

"Harm," Feng Qing sat back under the tree slowly.

She and Mu Yao are from the same place, and they are quite speculative, and their natural temperament is somewhat similar.

Feng Qing took a sip of tea, and raised his right eyebrow, like a fox that had become a spirit.

The fox said, "Do you want to learn?"

Qian Yue was so charmed that she couldn't even say anything stupidly, just nodded vigorously.

"Come," she handed the cup to Qianyue, "I'll teach you." ”

She walked slowly to the door of the room, suddenly paused, and turned her head to look at Qianyue: "This is a pure land, no one mentions Mu Yao, this bastard!"

Qianyue: "......?"

"Miss, what do you mean?"

"It's just that she's not a thing. ”

"Then why do you mention the Pure Land?"

“......”

How does she know? The essence of contemporary netizens, how can she, a little female college student, know and understand?

Seeing that the wind was clear and silent, Qianyue quickly changed the topic: "Actually, Lord Mu is still very concerned about Miss, and Miss doesn't have to worry about the cherry blossoms in the yard and Lord Mu. ”

Yes, Duck doesn't have to.

Feng Qingqian rubbed his head, "You go down first." ”

She closed the door and walked slowly into the room.

Mu Yao really cares about her, and even her depression today is related to herself.

That fool actually blamed himself for that incident.

Still, she was more heartbroken for her flowers.

The originally helpless face suddenly became serious, and the tip of his nose was wrapped with a trace of blood.

Someone has been in the room.

Her room was surrounded by extraordinarily powerful secret guards, who came in undetected, and their strength was obviously above the secret guards.

Feng Qingqian pulled out a special dagger and walked along the smell of blood.

A thin layer of sweat was dripping from her hand holding the dagger, and the secret guard was outside the door, but she didn't dare to greet her, her intuition told her that if she turned around and left at this moment, she would inevitably be startled and fall into the hands of others to be restrained.

Moreover, her secret guard is not necessarily an opponent.

The other hand was hidden under the sleeve of his coat, as if he was clutching something tightly.

The smell of blood spread behind the bed, Feng Qingqian cautiously walked around, and saw a man in black who fell to the ground.

The man in black had his eyes closed, his eyebrows were narrow and long, but his skin was fair, his red lips were like cherry blossoms, and the male edge and the female softness were perfectly integrated on his face in a certain proportion.

Tsk, beauty.

It's a pity that the beauty is now wounded, and the black clothes on her waist can faintly see the traces of water, if you are not mistaken, there should be blood, and the injury should also be on the waist.

But well......

The corners of Feng Qing's shallow mouth hooked up a sneer, this beauty may be in the wrong place, she is not someone who will make trouble for herself.

The man in black with injuries is the easiest thing to think of an assassin, and this kind of assassin with an injury is easy to think of an assassin who is hunted down after an assassination failure.

So saving him is like saving a trouble.

Feng Qing beckoned and called, "Dark two." ”

The door was respectfully pushed open in an instant, and a man in black fell neatly behind her.

Feng Qing's shallow and round fingers like jade pointed at the beauty on the ground: "Throw it to the mass grave." ”

The tone was as calm as if to say, 'Help me get this garbage out.'"

"Yes. ”

Dark Er seemed to have long been used to it, he didn't hesitate at all, got up, picked up the beauty, turned around and ran to the mass grave.

Feng Qingqian clapped his hands and lay down on the bed.

She's a little tired.

Lying in bed and reading the latest book, it is very suitable for a comfortable afternoon.

It's a pity that imagination is beautiful, and reality is always skinny.

Feng Qingqian walked towards the bed, but suddenly his feet were crooked, and he almost tripped over.

Holding back the fragrance that almost blurted out, Feng Qingqian looked down and saw that a piece of jade fell on the soles of his feet.

The jade pendant is semicircular, with a small dot protruding from the upper half and a small dot concave in the lower half.

She's a little strange, this jade pendant is something that the original owner has been carrying on her body, it seems to be given to her by a very important person, out of respect for the original owner, she has been helping her hide closely, why did it fall out today?

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but touch my hand in my arms.

Feng Qingqian's face changed suddenly, and when she raised her hand, an identical jade pendant appeared in her hand.

It's not right to say that it's exactly the same, my jade pendant is just the opposite of the one I just picked up, two pieces and one buckle, it's a circle.

Feng Qingqian was a little shocked for a while, these two pieces are obvious mandarin duck pendants, her piece is here, so whose piece is it?

She put the jade pendant to the tip of her nose and sniffed it, and the faint smell of blood did not dissipate in a hurry.

For a while, Feng Qingqian's mind turned back and forth, just now that person had the same jade pendant as her, could it be the childhood sweetheart of the original owner of this body?

There was a sudden cramping pain in his heart, and Feng Qingqian's eyes turned black for a while.

The same feeling as when I think of her little uncle!

Damn it!

He has thrown people into mass graves!

The overwhelming pain surged up, and Feng Qingqian's steps staggered.

Why are you so excited, don't you have to carry people back again?!

As soon as this idea came out, the pain gradually subsided.

She helped the chair beside her and sat down with a pale face.

She slowed down for a long time, that person is probably very important to the original owner, right?

Forget it, just take care of it one more time, otherwise who can withstand such a toss from the original owner.

Estimating that Dark Er was almost back, Feng Qingqian called softly.

"Dark two. ”

Dark Er immediately flipped out again neatly.

"Master. ”

"Go and carry that man back. ”

Dark Er didn't ask much, he even felt that it was normal for the master to do this.

He bowed his head and said yes and went out.

Half an hour later, looking at the person lying on the bed, Feng Qing took a deep breath.

Being tossed like that, his injuries were even worse.

Feng Qingqian tore open his clothes, exposing his wounds.

Fortunately, she studied medicine in her last life, and now she is familiar with it, but the wound on his waist is too heavy and needs to be stitched.

Feng Qingqian called Qianyue to help her.

It wasn't until the sun went down that everything was good.

Even forgot to eat lunch because he was so busy, Feng Qingqian was a little unhappy.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the beauty started a burn, and I don't know when I can eat dinner this time.

Feng Qingqian sighed helplessly, and asked Qianyue to boil the medicine, thinking that he would not throw it to the mass grave if he knew it earlier.

The beauty's brows were furrowed tightly, as if she was in pain, and even Feng Qingqian's heart began to cramp again.

What a sin......

The medicine decoction of the beauty is also vomiting more and eating less, and she is busy until midnight before the burning of the person slowly fades.

Afraid that the beauty would burn again in the middle of the night, Feng Qingqian didn't dare to go to sleep after dinner, and fell asleep on the side of the bed unconsciously.

Feng Qingqian didn't sleep well, and a light cough woke her up.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was already bright.

Feng Qingqian hurriedly looked at her sick beauty, only to see that the beauty was opening her eyes and looking at her.

The eyes of the beauty are extremely beautiful, like the stars on the horizon, the eyelashes are thick, open and close, like a butterfly flying, Feng Qingqian Jing can't take his eyes off for a while.

The beauty seemed to be looked at unnaturally, and coughed lightly.

Guilty of nymphomaniac?

Feng Qingqian retracted his gaze and repented of his ascension as a frightened disciple.

"Yesterday, thank you. ”

The beauty spoke, Feng Qingqian was a little weak-hearted, after all, she threw people into the mass grave.

"No thanks," she touched her nose, "is there anything else uncomfortable?"

The beauty shook her head.

“......”

For a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"What do you call Childe?"

"Thoughtful. ”

"Childe Zhou has a good rest, I'll send you medicinal food later," Feng Qingqian withstood this embarrassing atmosphere and went out as if he was running away.

She glanced at the dark guard who was crouching in the shadows, and her eyes turned so bonely, and a trace of light crossed her eyes, counting on her heart.

"Dark two, dark three. ”

Two men in black landed neatly behind me.

"Dark two, later you will send the young man in the house into the house next door to me, dark three, you go to the little uncle's courtyard, get a few men's robes, remember to ask for new ones. ”

"Yes. ”

The two of them took the order and went.

Little uncle, little uncle, you always want to avoid me, now that your girl is about to be abducted, will you still avoid me?

Feng Qingqian felt that if he really cared about the original owner as much as the original owner, he must be selfish to the original owner, and if he didn't know about being bullied in the house, it wasn't that he couldn't say it, but he told him personally.

If the Dongge really didn't care, then she didn't need to care about the original owner's feelings anymore.

The two of them were extremely efficient, and after Feng Qingqian helped Zhou Zhi finish eating the medicinal food, Dark San came back with his robe, but his hands were a little shaky for some reason.

Her bed was finally empty, so Qianyue changed the sheets full of the smell of blood, took a hasty bath, and lay down on the bed.

Sleep comfortably.

It wasn't until the sun began to set in the west that Feng Qingqian rose up and got up from the bed.

When she came to the next door, Zhou Zhi didn't know where to find a notebook, leaned directly on the head of the bed and looked lazily, and her black hair was scattered around her waist like a cloud, which was very beautiful.

"It's time to change the dressing," Feng Qing cleared his throat.

Zhou Zhi looked up at her and put down the notebook in his hand with kindness.

Feng Qingqian asked Qianyue to help him lie down and cooperate with him to change the dressing.

The wound is not as vicious as it was yesterday.