Qiao Zhihuai's eyes narrowed, suppressing the look of shock on his face, he looked at the black sword, and couldn't help but say, "This is ......"

"Hmm, good eyesight," the young man "shook" and played a few sword flowers, "It is indeed the old thing of Ye Chongrui, the leader of the Ye Long Gang." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly flipped his wrist, and a cold and sharp light came straight to Qiao Zhihuai with a fierce wind!

Qiao Zhihuai was shocked, there was a shelf behind him, there was no way out, if he carried it hard, he also understood that although the sword in his hand was not an ordinary sword, it was by no means the opponent of the black sword in his hand.

He could only turn to one side, thinking about changing his moves again, and inadvertently turned his head, finding a faint smile on the other party's face.

His eyebrows and eyes were reflected in the candlelight, brilliant as stars, and the smile at this moment was infinitely gorgeous, but the edge in his eyes was as bright as a knife, and it seemed to have a fierce killing intention.

"Phew!" There was a slight sound.

Qiao Zhihuai felt that his back was cold and painful, and he watched the young man in front of him put away the black sword, and the blade brushed his body.

But the waist is ......

He turned his head with difficulty, and a jet-black black iron dagger sank into his body, leaving only the handle of the dagger, and above it was a hand, snow-white and slender, a bit like ...... Woman's hands.

Qiao Zhihuai slowly raised his head, looked at the hand holding the dagger, and gently withdrew it, bright red blood spurted out of his body, as if taking away the heat of his body, and the wound seemed to be stuffed into a handful of snow, cold to the bone.

"You...... You ......" His throat seemed to choke, and the doubt was muffled in his cavity, unable to speak again.

The young man wiped the blood off the dagger, the smile on his face was still faint, and he watched the brilliance in Qiao Zhihuai's eyes in front of him slowly dissipate, and finally fell silent, he clapped his hands gently.

Leng Fifteen, who was outside, immediately walked in and said respectfully, "Princess." ”

The young son Benning Princess Rongxi, she walked out of the room without looking back, and said in a low voice: "Let's do it." ”

"Yes."

Rong Xi flashed out of the room and saw Leng Shi standing under the porch, "Where is the prince?" ”

Leng Shi pursed his lips, "In...... At...... Backyard. ”

"Mrs. Fang's courtyard?" Rong Xi asked expressionlessly.

Leng Shi always felt that although the princess did not show anything on her face, there was always some gloom in her tone, and she couldn't help but sweat for the prince in her heart.

Sure enough, Rong Xi walked slowly past him, and muttered in a low voice: "This lady Fang's face is really big, and she actually asked our husband and wife to do things for her......"

Leng Shi shuddered, uh...... Perhaps, I am worried that I am the wrong person? What you should be worried about is, is it Mrs. Fang?

Leng Yizhen was on the treetops, thinking about the time, Leng Shi should also be back, just thinking about it, there seemed to be movement in the wind, he turned his head to look, only to see a black swallow fluttering in the moonlight.

He was slightly surprised, the person had already fallen to his side, he couldn't help but smile, and reached out to hug her, "Why are you here?" ”

Rong Xi shook the black iron dagger in his hand, smiled at him and said: "I have already come, but I am separated from your soldiers, you stay here to help others take care of the wind, and I will help others destroy the enemy." ”

Leng Yixiu was stunned and said, "You go...... Kill Qiao Zhihuai? ”

He glanced at the next Leng Shi, who lowered his head.

Rong Xi pursed her lips, glanced at her eyes and said, "You are here to keep vigil for Mrs. Fang, this princess will help her kill her opponent, and our husband and wife are worthy of her." ”

Leng Yixiu snorted, "Huh...... It's so sour. ”

"Hmph," Rong Xi snorted disapprehantly, "Have you found anything?" ”

"That," Leng Yixiu raised his hand and pointed, through the cold moonlight, Rong Xi vaguely saw two figures reflected in the window, "Here?" ”

"That's right," Leng Yixiu nodded, "However, I don't plan to break him yet." ”

"Well, now is indeed not the time," Rong Xi's eyes flashed, "If he is alerted, then wouldn't it be in vain for us to coax Mrs. Fang to do so many things?" I will not do anything in vain. ”

"You're right...... Leng Yixiu held her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, "It's been waiting, the things over there have been done, let's go, so as not to be noticed by him for a while." ”

"It's fine." Rong Xi agreed.

A few dark shadows drifted away.

The man in black in the room looked at Mrs. Fang's suppressed surprised face, and a faint mockery appeared in his heart, he just wanted to speed up the negotiation at the moment, and didn't want to waste any more time, the smell in this room ......

He suppressed the disgust in his heart, and really wondered how it could have such a fishy smell in a room that was obviously a woman?

Fang Fu looked at the silver tickets, her eyes flashed with crystal light, she wondered if the immortals were asleep today, why did so many good things suddenly fall on her head?

She took a deep breath, looked at the beautiful arc of the man opposite, and secretly hated that if it weren't for this inexplicable stench, she would definitely be able to make him fall under his pomegranate skirt.

"What Gongzi said, the slave family should do it," Mrs. Fang didn't mention those troubles and worries such as the second master, anyway, Gongzi Ning had already said that he would settle those things for himself, and there would be news the day after tomorrow at the latest, with so much money at the moment, there was no reason to push it out.

"So, when is Madam Fang going to start?" The man in black asked, seemingly satisfied.

"The day after tomorrow, the slave family will prepare for these two days." Mrs. Fang replied.

"Very good," the man in black nodded, said, stood up, took a few steps back without a trace, took a slight breath and said: "In this way, I will leave below, and when the time is right, I will definitely come back to visit." ”

"Childe is good to go." Mrs. Fang is blessed.

The man in black turned around, his body jumped, and quickly disappeared into the darkness, he took a deep breath, and felt that it was really good to be able to breathe normally, could it be ...... That Fang Honglai was stinked to death?

In any case, women are just a little easier to handle than men, especially ...... The watery poplar woman, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which flashed in the moonlight and disappeared.

The next morning, Rong Xi got up early, she got into the carriage, carried a small porcelain vase in her arms, and came to Pingxi Lane, Rong Xi looked at the already familiar courtyard gate, and thought to herself, for a Mrs. Fang, it is so time-consuming and laborious, and she has to take the hue of Leng Yixiu, hum......

She will be obedient in the future, if not......

Rong Xi was thinking about it, only to hear Leng Fifteen whisper: "Princess, it's here." ”

Rong Xi answered, sat in the carriage, leaned on the big pillow, Xiao'er picked up a corner of the curtain and watched quietly.

"Miss, will you really come?" Xiao'er asked with some uncertainty.

"Yes, don't worry." Rong Xi didn't look up, she had already figured out that every morning, Mrs. Fang would send her personal maid to buy a pound of meat buns at a steamed bun shop on Donghua Street.

It is said that she raised a fat dog and only ate the meat buns of that family.

Sure enough, there was not much time, so I just heard Xiao'er say, "It's here." ”

Rong Xi looked out, and a woman dressed in an emerald green shirt walked towards this side with a paper bag in her hand, there was a faint aroma in the paper bag, and there were a few traces of being soaked in oil, which looked like the meat bun.

However, Rong Xi was not interested in these, she handed the small porcelain vase in her hand to Xiao'er, Xiao'er understood, picked up a hat and put it on her head, and quickly greeted it.

Xiao Yahuan was walking, and suddenly someone blocked her way, she moved to the other side, and the person in front of her also moved, obviously coming at her.

Xiao Yahuan said angrily: "What are you doing here? She looked up and saw in front of her a woman in a lilac dress, half a head taller than herself, with black hair combed into a neat and beautiful bun, with a jade hairpin on her head, and the texture of the dress on her body was much better than her own, and the tips of her shoes faintly peeking out from under the skirt were also embroidered with fine and complicated patterns.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, this outfit looked like a young lady, but she was wearing a hat on her head, she couldn't see her face clearly, and she only vaguely felt two eyes shooting, clear and slightly cold.

"Don't do anything," Xiao'er whispered, "I just want to bother the girl to do something." ”

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yahuan took a step back, looked at Xiao'er a few times, and said, "I don't seem to know you." ”

"It doesn't matter if you know you or not, you just have to do what I say." Xiao'er said lightly.

"Why should I ......" Xiao Yahuan felt that this person was more domineering than his wife, and was about to refute, but as soon as the person in front of him stretched out his hand, he suddenly choked his throat, and then threw a pill into his mouth.

She was shocked, and the meat bun in her hand also fell to the ground, "You...... You...... What did I eat? ”

"What do you say?" Xiao'er clapped her hands, "Don't worry, you won't die for a while." ”

Mrs. Fang got up late today, and barely slept much last night, firstly because of the smell on her body, and secondly, because the two beautiful men broke into her room one after another, and each gave an unexpected joy.

After she got up, she called a few times, and the little girl Huan Cui'er trotted forward, "Madam, are you awake?" ”

"Well," Madame Fang replied, "Where did you go?" It's been so long to come. ”

"Slave maid...... The slave has gone to feed the big black man," Cui'er hung her head, hiding the panic in her eyes, and her palms were covered with sweat.

"Oh," Mrs. Fang lazily held her forehead, "clean up the dresser, I'll squint again, and tell me to put on my makeup." ”

"Yes." Cui'er whispered.

Mrs. Fang closed her eyes, Cui'er turned around, her back was facing her, and with a movement of her fingers, a small porcelain vase hidden in her sleeve slipped out.