I saw the old bustard shaking the fan, and the hot big hand pinched her shoulder, and said in a voice like a gong and drum: "Hurry up, the three masters of the Taoli house are waiting." Don't go into the wrong room, I can't afford to make a big deal in front of a few guests. ”

Yanling was pushed to the edge of the stairs by the old bustard with a black line.

That's it, since the opportunity is in front of you, it would be a fool not to seize the opportunity, so let's go up and have a look. She can protect herself, the only thing she has to do is to see if she can do something for him without dragging He Jianshuang down.

The soft-soled embroidered shoes he wore stepped lightly on the wooden staircase, like a cat, without a sound. The structure of this green building is very strange, the stairs are not facing each other, but face each other, with an overhead bridge in the middle.

Therefore, from the first floor to the second floor, you have to cross a section of suspended covered bridge with nine curves and eighteen bends to find the stairs to the third floor. From some drunken fat fans, slender and charming Qinglou women, and Youzhou beauties passing by, Yanling finally found the right way. Walking to the opposite side, she suddenly stopped, and couldn't help but turn back, behind her was the entire brightly lit green building, and under the candlelight was a half-dream, half-awake, teasing the world. Such a grand scene can only be found when making movies.

Calming down, she breathed a sigh of relief and stepped up to the fourth floor. As soon as you come up, you find it much quieter than the three floors below. The lights were all turned off in the rooms on the opposite side of the overhead bridge, and it seemed that there was no one. The place where she had come up was in the middle of a long hallway, and the rooms on this side were all lit up, and there was a faint sound of silk bamboo.

After a little scrutiny, it becomes clear that this is to create the illusion that "this layer is no different from other places", and this sound can also mask the sound of footsteps and swords clashing, which is easy to paralyze people's alertness. If the rooms on either side were eerily quiet, anyone would be able to spot something out of the ordinary.

If there is no accident - He Jianshuang, who has been absent for more than a month, is near here, and he must not hold him back.

When she came to the room that the old bustard said, Yanling refreshed herself, followed the example of those Qinglou women, scratched her head and walked in, bowed her head and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to send incense." At the same time, he quickly glanced at the people in the room with his peripheral vision.

There were three men sitting in the room, two of them were old, dressed in casual clothes, and they looked dignified, but they were very familiar, and Yan Ling seemed to have seen them in the Xuanji Sect. It seems that they are the two junior disciples of Xuanxiao Zhenren who He Jianshuang and others are preparing to encircle and suppress.

It seems that the room she entered was the enemy's room. （=_=）b

The third person was very young, only about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a cold face, looking slightly green and heroic, but he was very fresh, and he didn't wear the clothes of the Tianxiao faction, and Yan Ling was not sure if he was a member of the Tianxiao faction.

The two middle-aged men were each holding two beauties left and right, but there was no one around the young man.

It's weird, it's obvious that there are two people who are encircling and suppressing, how can there be one more person now?

Yan Ling's eyes rolled, and she suddenly remembered a detail - in the original book, when He Jianshuang finally fought with two people, he couldn't dodge the final blow because of exhaustion, and was finally killed by the two masterminds' comrades with a sword piercing the heart. In the original book, the origin of the same party is not said, only in one sentence, but compared with the current situation, if she guessed correctly, this young man ...... is the person in the book who only has one sentence in the scene, waiting for the opportunity to give He Jianshuang the final blow.

Yan Ling couldn't help but glance at the sword on the young man's waist, and her throat moved slightly. Now I can only pray - without Mo Rui's interference, there will be nothing wrong with the encirclement and suppression of He Jianshuang and others.

After adding spices, Yanling got up and prepared to withdraw. Suddenly, the mysterious middle-aged man called out to Yanling: "Slow." ”

Suddenly shouted, Yan Ling's heart froze, paused, controlled her expression, recalled the old bustard's statement, turned around and bowed her head and said, "May I ask what the uncle commands?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the young man with a smile: "Ah Zhao, you have come all the way to visit your uncle." Now that they're all here, how can you just sit here and drink alcohol? You didn't like those girls just now, so my uncle won't force you. Now there is another one, it can be regarded as fate, let her serve you tonight. ”

Yan Ling: "!!"

She almost jumped.

Hearing this, the young man named Ah Zhao was also stunned, and immediately raised his head, stared at Yan Ling's brilliant beautiful eyes for two seconds, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and said, "Uncle, I don't need it." ”

The middle-aged man laughed twice, and said to Yan Ling without saying anything: "You stay, sit next to this Shen Gongzi, and serve well." ”

Yan Ling: "......"

Damn, really?

Alas, if you don't retreat, you advance. Since there is no way to withdraw, it is better to think about how to help He Jianshuang in this situation.

In other words, it's no wonder that this guy named Ah Zhao will help assassinate He Jianshuang - because his uncle is a person from the Tianxiao Sect, how can a normal person sit idly by and ignore his relatives when they are surrounded and suppressed. It's just that he didn't expect that the author of the original book would give him a hanging, let him pick up the last big bargain, and kill He Jianshuang with one blow.

Since this young man is the one who finally gave He Jianshuang a blow, that is, the enemy's combat power, but he is not on the list of He Jianshuang's revenge, then, if she can lure him away, it is equivalent to getting rid of a pestering opponent for He Jianshuang, and it will not affect his revenge, then it would be the best. If you can't get away, at least you have to get the person drunk and make him lose his head.

Thinking of this, Yanling stopped squirming, and calmly sat beside Shen Zhao in the sound of music.

There were three tables in this room, and Shen Zhao's table was located below near the door, far apart, and there were beaded curtains between them.

If you want to lure people out, or if you want to get people drunk, then at least win a little favor. After sitting down for a while, this guy still didn't say anything, and it seemed that she was going to take the initiative. Seeing that the two people over there didn't pay attention to themselves, Yan Ling thought about it, rolled up her sleeves, and took the initiative to pour Shen Zhao a glass of wine.

"Thank you. Shen Zhao said coldly. His calm voice was not matched by the fact that he almost flipped the glass with a shaking hand as he took it. Hurriedly straightened the wine glass, and the roots of his ears were a little red.

Yan Ling: "......"

Shen Zhao took a sip of wine casually: "What's your name?"

Yan Ling curled her hair and said shyly: "The little woman's name is Goucui." Come on, come on, uncle drink. ”

Shen Zhao was choked, and the words that were about to be said swirled between his teeth, and he really couldn't praise the name, so he put down his wine glass and asked again: "Dog...... Ahem, how old are you?"

Yan Ling: "......"

She has a black line on her head - hey, please finish this name all at once, okay! Just say one word is very similar to swearing, okay!(╯"□′)╯(┻━┻

Moreover, dare to love this is to check the household registration? Yan Ling slandered, kept moving in her hands, took the opportunity to pour him another glass of wine, and said coquettishly: "Age is a woman's secret." Why don't you guess how old the slave family is? Come on, come on, uncle have another drink. ”

Shen Zhao was silent, and looked at Yanling thoughtfully—just listening to her voice and looking at her body shape, she should be a young woman, but the beauty contained in her eyebrows and eyes was not like what a young girl could have. Turning the wine glass, he really guessed seriously: "Sixteen?"

Yanling: "......" This person didn't seem to hear that she was snorting, but guessed seriously.

Over there, Shen Zhao continued to guess with a serious face: "Seventeen?"

Yan Ling couldn't help laughing, afraid that she would have no face and no skin to play too much, so she hurriedly remedied: "Yes, the little girl is seventeen years old this year, and she is a little maid here, and she is usually only responsible for serving tea and pouring water." The implication is that she won't serve him with sauce.

However, these words had other meanings in Shen Zhao's ears. He glanced at Yanling in surprise - he had never eaten pork and had seen pigs run, and he knew that in such a land of wind and moon, many girls' families would start picking up customers at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

Yanling took the opportunity to continue to persuade wine. Gradually, even if it was the first time for Shen Zhao to come to the land of fireworks, he was not as uncomfortable as he was just now. As the spices volatilized in the incense burner, the aphrodisiac effect began to appear, and the movements of the two people on the other side of the bead curtain had already begun to go off. Because they are not humans, they are completely immune to this smell. Shen Zhao should still be affected a little - you can see that the corners of his forehead have already oozed crystal sweat, and his cheeks are slightly red. In addition, he was poured a lot of wine by Yanling, and his consciousness became a little unclear. After a while, he put down his glass and said, "I'll go out and breathe." ”

It was already dark, and Yan Ling was worried about how to find an opportunity to lure him away, when she heard this, she hurriedly got up, and took the initiative to say doggedly: "Uncle, I'll go with you, I can show you the way." ”

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay." ”

At Yanling's suggestion, they left the building and went to the garden. When going down the stairs, Yanling walked in front and happened to meet the bustard just now.

The old bustard approached with one hand on his waist and scolded: "Green sleeves, you dead girl, go up and send a spice for so long!"

Yanling was scolded twice by the same person for no reason, and she was slandered - is she wronged!

At this time, Shen Zhao in the back took the initiative to speak: "I left this girl behind." ”

The old bustard was stunned for a moment, and then saw that Yanling was followed by a young and handsome son, his expression changed instantly, and he showed a flattering smile: "So that's the case, then, the old body won't bother the guest officer." ”

When the old bustard walked away, Yanling subconsciously touched the veil, breathed a sigh of relief, and beckoned to Shen Zhao: "Okay, come on!"

Yan Ling used some suggestive methods to lure Shen Zhao into the garden far away from the building where He Jianshuang and the others were about to start. Because of the lush vegetation, she also deliberately took Shen Zhao on a long detour before bringing people to the stone pavilion. Fortunately, the other party was drunk and didn't realize that she was playing ghosts.

On the way, she looked at Shen Zhao's figure for a while, and quickly gave up the idea of using force to hold him hostage. For Mo Rui and the like, Yan Ling is sure that she can knock people out at once and tie them up tightly. But Shen Zhao is not like Mo Rui, since he can make up for He Jianshuang's last knife, his kung fu is by no means at the level of a three-legged cat. rashly made a move, but it couldn't restrain him, but it would make him suspicious in advance. It seems that the solution for the moment is - procrastination.

The two of them sat on the railing of the stone pavilion, the cool night breeze was blowing, and there was no incense, and Shen Zhao's wine dissipated a lot.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly smiled: "It turns out that your name is Green Sleeves, not Goucui." ”

Yan Ling: "......"