Three hundred and seventy-second rounds

The hanging star is the last star to fall on the earth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As for what impact it can bring to the world, it is not something that Ning Fengzi can predict.

Although he is well versed in the changes of dynasties, he is not thorough when it comes to personnel.

Ning Fengzi let out a long sigh and said, "In the past, what she brought was the witch curse that shocked the government and the opposition, will what she bring in the future will also be a big disaster?" ”

Of course, Qin Xi had heard of the famous palace name of the Han Dynasty from the historical books, and his eyes were shocked and he wanted to ask Ning Fengzi, what does this have to do with the swaggering star. But he flicked the hem of his clothes and disappeared into the Huying Pavilion, leaving her nowhere to be found.

Qin Xi was inexplicably a little flustered in his heart, drank the cup of tea soup with a sweet taste in one go, and hurriedly went down the mountain to find Ming Li.

The teapot cups and two jars of bamboo leaf wine were accompanied by a small table, no one took care of them, and after a few days, they gradually fell into ashes.

……

Chang'an Chonghua Fang Xihua Temple, Sanqing Palace.

A puddle of blood trickled down on the pale futon, shocking and chilling.

Qin Ying held the blade of the knife with one hand, and didn't let him take a step closer, blood poured down from between her five fingers, but her smile did not fade in the slightest: "Can you still kill me with a knife now?" ”

"The most poisonous woman's heart." He clasped his left hand on his waist, knowing full well that if he moved again, the sword of the man behind him would be able to pierce without hesitation.

"No poison, no husband." She bowed her head to the man in the dark clothes who was hidden in the shadows, and motioned for him to draw his sword to dodge, and when Hou Junji's wound bloomed again, she looked at him coldly and said, "In the past year, you have harmed me a lot of times, and this sword is just two clear." You and I share the same sky, and we are bound to be incompatible. The next time Lord Hou sees me in private, remember to be careful of the hidden stakes on the side. ”

Hou Junji slowly lowered the handle of the horizontal knife, and the blood belonging to Qin Ying couldn't stop flowing from the shallow groove, and the remaining strength was poured into the blade of the knife, and it was pulled out violently, and the blade of the knife hummed: "You have never made me feel bored." ”

Qin Ying's entire palm was cut, and the wound was already boneless, but she didn't feel half of the pain, standing in place and watching him leave with his side waist, and whispered at the moment he stepped out of the Sanqing Palace: "This is the first time I have hurt you, and I will not die from now on." ”

When the two doors of the Sanqing Hall were blown shut by the night wind in turn, the man Shi Shiran appeared in shape, walked towards Qin Ying Youyou, and said, "With your eyesight, you can barely dodge that blow, but why don't you plan to avoid it?" ”

Qin Ying stood up just now, grabbing the blade with all her strength, but now that the threat was gone, she suddenly felt that her legs were weak, and she knelt on the futon behind her, patting her heart and gasping in horror.

After seeing the man's face clearly, he made two calculations in his heart before lowering his eyes and said, "I want to see who His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has sent to keep an eye on." ”

The man seemed surprised, and looked at her amber eyes with a glimmer. Then he smiled, leaned over and squatted in front of Qin Ying, tore a piece of his clothes, hastily bandaged her palm, and said, "Lord Qin is satisfied after reading it?" ”

Qin Ying was rarely unconfused by the beauty of the alien race, and calmly squeezed his hand by him, and said, "You have a good relationship with Your Highness." ”

"Where's that?" He bandaged Qin Ying's wounds, got up and took a step back slightly, her face reflected in his clear eyes.

She held back the shiver caused by excessive blood loss and said lightly: "People with completely different personalities are either friends or enemies. ”

The man returned the sword he borrowed from the wall to Qin Ying, got up without hesitation, and hid himself under the shadow of the Sanqing statue, what he didn't want to say, he mentioned it by the way when he was unprepared: "Driven by him now, whether he will be an enemy or a friend in the future, it is impossible to say." ”

Strangers are sometimes more likely to talk to each other because they are not sure when they will see each other again. Each other's worlds are different, and they can't betray if they grasp the handle.

Qin Ying moved his injured right hand, and found that his five fingers were numb, and there was a feeling of tearing in the tiger's mouth, and after holding it for a long time, he finally gasped, and the sweat of the bean fell from his cheeks. Holding the Lingtai Qing Ming immortal, she tried to remember his face that was not as white as an alien race and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Gunan Chengji, don't confuse me with His Royal Highness's name." He got up on the painted beam, sat in the shadow against the vermilion lacquer pillar, hung one leg on the ground, and joked in a strange official dialect.

She silently muttered the name, and an indistinguishable vision gradually appeared in her eyes.

He condescendingly watched her sink headlong into a pool of blood and faint, pouting in deep boredom. I thought she was so strong that she was bare hands, but she didn't expect it to be just a big paper worm.

Outside the Sanqing Palace, Hou Junji covered the wound with a cloak, and asked his subordinates with a serious and resolute face, whether the things in the view were done properly, and when he heard the affirmative answer, he deceived his horse. The squire of the criminal department made a gesture of withdrawal to the others, clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and followed his boss closely.

A faint smell of blood diffused from the Sanqing Palace. The clouds were blown by the cool night wind, and the bright moonlight was cut into strips of catkins and swayed gently.

……

The next day, Qin Ying, with a high fever, held a bamboo board in his uninjured left hand and watched the Taoists retreat in the Sanqing Palace.

The two pools of blood and blood-stained futons in the main hall had been disposed of by the Guangping Dao people before dawn.

The Taoists were a little surprised that the master did not enter the kitchen, and there was a smell of murderous blood, and they saw that Qin Ying's right hand was always shrunk in his sleeve, and they all guessed that the master was injured, but they didn't dare to ask if Qin Ying's face was very bad.

After dinner yesterday, they were all sent to bed in the wing room early by her. didn't know that Xihuaguan was surrounded, and a few knife-wielding people sneaked in and did something.

After Li Daozong held two court meetings in the morning, he went to Xihuaguan to continue investigating the case as scheduled. Just one glance and I realized that something was wrong with her. He clearly remembered that Qin Ying did Lang Junli to him yesterday, with his right hand outside and his left hand inside, but today he was the opposite.

When the two of them were sitting in the backyard room to analyze the case, he suddenly asked Qin Ying if there was an accident in Xihuaguan.

"Nope." She saw that Li Daozong had been staring at her right hand, which had never been exposed, so she put her hand behind her back very uncomfortably, and added in a snake-like manner, "I accidentally cut my hand when I used a kitchen knife." ”

"You cut your hand like a lamb's bone?" Li Daozong stretched out his arm and grabbed her sleeve, lifted the hand wrapped in the Xuanbu into a zongzi, put it in front of his eyes and raised his eyebrows, and didn't want to listen to her awkward explanation, took out the golden medicine in his arms and put it next to her injured right hand, "Wipe it once before and after the stitches, and once a day after that, don't be lazy." ”

Ten days later, the cultivation of the Taoists has improved by leaps and bounds, Qin Ying himself stitched himself, took bandages and removed mulberry threads, and the injury was almost healed, but the five fingers were not as dexterous as in the past, and he couldn't write with a pen in the near future.

(To be continued.) )