The moon is like a silver hook, and the stars are like tears. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Jing Changning pushed a small wooden cart, and there was a box on the cart, which seemed to be a little heavy, and the wooden cart made a creaking sound.

The cool moonlight fell on the girl's face, and the clear and light blurred a quiet color, like the softest stroke of ink painting.

She walked quietly down the secluded street, until she turned around and she paused.

"Since you're here, come out." Jing Changning said flatly, his words slightly cold.

With the sound of the words landing, dense but not messy footsteps suddenly appeared in the night.

Jing Changning turned around slightly, her face slowly raised, and the moonlight, which was as cool as water, was reflected in the depths of her eyes, slowly dimming, as if she had been crushed by the rapidly rotating stars in the depths of the universe.

Eternal desolation, death and death.

Jing Changning moved to the side, and the car loaded with gold was blocked behind her thin figure.

The light gaze swept over, and there were exactly ten figures, all wrapped in wide black clothes, with no figures and no appearances.

This is a secret guest who has been secretly cultivated by Zeng Li, specializing in doing some shady things.

"There are actually ten dark guests," a curiosity flashed in the depths of Jing Changning's dark eyes, and his words were slightly helpless, "You really look up to me." ”

With the sound of the words, the neat pace came over in an instant, and Jing Changning quietly took a step forward.

If the river ice suddenly bursts, it is instantly swept down by the torrent, swinging away like snow waves.

A snow-bright blade came towards him, Jing Changning's footsteps turned slightly, and then he turned his body around, went around behind a secret guest, clenched his hand into a fist, and hit the back of the man's neck.

The man's figure fell.

Jing Changning's eyes flickered with a hint of coldness.

The refraction of the moonlight swept away, and the blade of the blade shone with fine points of light, like the delicate edges and corners of snowflakes.

Jing Changning bent down to dodge another sword light, and then his body became steep and then sank, and his fingers followed the knife from the hand of the person who fell earlier.

A steady and graceful flip of the wrist.

It seems to be a drop of ink, sprinkled into a painting.

The next moment, a hot blood splattered out, and it was the color of the splashed ink landscape.

The blade in her hand passed between the throats of a dark guest, and her gaze was elegant and calm.

There is no ruthlessness, there is no bloodthirstiness, the knife is like an ink pen, she raised her eyes as if looking around, as if she saw the ink smeared in the inkstone.

The pace is forward, steady and calm.

The knife soldier cut through the fresh neck, and dipped the inkstone lightly.

Blood is sprayed, like a pen tip dipped in ink and dances with affection.

Her figure brought a faint gust of wind, crushing the moonlight as cold as water.

The hustle and bustle of swords and soldiers gradually turned into the silence of death.

When Jing Changning stopped walking, the darkness in the depths of her eyes disappeared, she let go of her hand, and the red long knife fell with this movement.

Turning around, I was greeted by scattered corpses, like stacks of dead wood that had lost its life.

"I don't really want to kill." Jing Changning said a little helplessly, "But I really don't like to be calculated. ”

Then she carefully lifted her skirt, as if afraid that blood would stain her clothes, and walked around the blood that flowed on the ground, and leaped to the wooden cart with gold.

"Go home!" She raised her eyebrows and smiled.

……

A bamboo basket hangs in the corner of Jingfu.

Jing Changning took some effort and divided the 10,000 taels of gold several times before it could be transported into the courtyard.

She leaned against the corner of the wall for a while, reached out and lifted the box, and what caught her eye was yellow and clear gold, she raised the corners of her lips and smiled, stretched out her hands, and lay on the soil on the ground, feeling a little proud and a little relieved.

The soil in late autumn was slightly cool, and some crystal water droplets were scattered, Jing Changning turned his face and looked at the clothes of the maid on his body, which were shabby, but extremely neat, after that battle, a trace of blood was not stained, but she was a little tired.

She suddenly didn't want to move, and wanted to sleep in the corner like this.

But suddenly she jumped up from the ground, her eyes flickered, and she looked behind the rockery of the lake in the courtyard.

"Who?" She drank in a slightly cold tone.

A figure walked out from behind the rockery with some hesitation.

Jing Changning frowned, that person was none other than Li Xia.

Jing Changning subconsciously looked at the maid dress on his body, although it was not very good-looking, but it was still a daughter's dress.

Such a moment was so blatantly broken.

She looked at Li Xia with a somewhat complicated expression.

Li Xia looked stunned, and was startled by Jing Changning's cold drink, and his heart flickered.

"You...... You are a human or a ghost, don't try to hurt Lang Jun! He said loudly in a trembling voice.

It seems to have been emboldened by his own voice.

Even if the person who came was really a ghost, he had to protect Lang Jun and never let anyone hurt Lang Jun.

After settling down for a moment, he turned his gaze over.

Is it a girl?

He breathed a sigh of relief, not a ghost.

But......

He felt the beating heart in his chest contract, and subconsciously swallowed.

He shook his head and nodded again, as if surprised and incredulous.

"Are you Lang Jun?" He finally asked in a trembling voice.

Jing Changning smiled slightly, took a step forward, and facing the moonlight, she suddenly lifted her shirt skirt and turned around lightly and skillfully.

"That's right." "I'm just a girl," she said. ”

Li Xia's eyes were blank.

saw Jing Changning stretch out his hand to wipe off the dust covering his face, and asked with a playful smile, "Am I beautiful?" ”

Li Xia replied stupidly: "Beautiful." ”

Jing Changning laughed, but then he was a little distressed: "Why did you find out?" Didn't you say that you weren't allowed to come out of the room? ”

Li Xia scratched his head and said, "I'm afraid of Lang...... As Jun said, there will be ghosts and ghosts. ”

Jing Changning sighed and said, "Are you stupid, I'll tease you." ”

Li Xia smiled, and before he could recover from his confusion for a while, he subconsciously said: "After all, Lang Jun is worthy of me to treat him sincerely, so it doesn't hurt to be stupid." ”

Stupidity, sometimes in the face of the people closest to you, a state of mind that does not have the slightest defense.

Jing Changning's heart warmed slightly.

She looked at Li Xia and said with a smile, "You know, I can't let others know that I'm a girl. And now you know, it's a serious problem. ”

Li Xia frowned slightly, his gaze fell between Jing Changning's smiling eyes, his heart was relieved from his confusion, and finally accepted the fact that Lang Jun was a girl.

But what does Lang Jun mean by this?

He learned about her daughter's body, which was a serious problem.

So......

Li Xia looked at Jing Changning seriously and said, "Then I'm dead, is this problem solved?" ”

He didn't feel sad, he just thought about and presented a solution to the problem in this way.