"Come on, hold down this slut and beat me to death!" The owner of the voice seemed to be furious.

As soon as Zhang Qiuli's words landed, a large group of slaves gathered around Lin Qing and Zhang Ziyan surrounded Lin Qing and Zhang Ziyan, and their eyes all flashed with fierce and violent light.

Zhang Ziyan still had undried tears in the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little timid when she saw this scene, but she firmly blocked her body in front of Lin Qing.

"Hmph." Lin Qing sneered, "I just don't know whether to live or die!" ”

After finishing speaking, she grabbed Zhang Ziyan's hand and jumped out of the circle of people surrounded by those maids and women with a dragonfly of water, and without waiting for everyone to react, she rushed to them like a rabbit and gave them a slap.

At this moment, Lin Qing exuded an aura of slaughter.

A group of people froze in place and did not react.

What's going on? They really couldn't understand, how could Lin Qing have such skills? It is impossible for a little maid to have such ability.

"You...... Who are you? Zhang Qiuli couldn't help but be stunned, she didn't really see Lin Qing's movements, but being able to slap so many people in the blink of an eye is really not like an ordinary person can do. She couldn't help but feel a little cold in her heart, and the hot pain on her face reminded her that this person was just afraid that it was not easy to mess with.

"Humph!" Lin Qing only smiled disdainfully at her, "This girl's surname is Shuangmu Lin's Lin, and her single name is Qingzi of Qing Shui." You have to remember your aunt and my name! ”

Zhang Ziyan and Zhang Qiuli glanced at each other, but the latter immediately looked away. Zhang Qiuli's eyes were resentful and unwilling. However, if one looks closely at this moment, they will notice that there is also a fleeting smile in her eyes.

"Xiaoqing, ...... you" Zhang Ziyan, who was stunned on the side, was also dumbfounded when she saw this scene, such Xiaoqing was very powerful, but it made her feel strange.

Lin Qing turned around and looked at her deeply, and then spoke: "Second Miss, I'm afraid that the slave maid will no longer be able to accompany Miss in the future." In the past six months, Miss Cheng has taken care of her, and the slave will keep Miss Kindness in mind, and if she has the opportunity to repay her in the future, she hopes that Miss will cherish herself. Also, be careful of your mistress, Xu! ”

With that, she rushed out of the Shenyan Pavilion in three steps and one step, leaving only a slightly fragrant gust of wind, which finally dissipated without a trace after a few turns in place.

What kind of speed is that?! The crowd was stunned by Lin Qing's movements, and their eyes widened and they put on an expression of disbelief. No matter what they wanted to do, they didn't expect that this little maid who looked so ordinary would be equipped with martial arts and look like she was not bad! Could this be the hidden legend?

Being frightened by Lin Qing like this, everyone's hearts were up and down, and Qi Qi took a few breaths hard to barely stabilize his mind. Zhang Qiuli's face was even more pale, and she didn't seem to have any extra thoughts to toss Zhang Ziyan, so she led a group of maids and women out of Shenyan Pavilion at that time.

Leaving only Zhang Ziyan, who was still a mess in his mind, stunned in place, staring blankly at the endless darkness outside the window, and two lines of silent tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes.

She has long known that Xiaoqing is not an ordinary girl. Ever since Xiaoqing rescued her from those vicious thieves, she realized that this girl must be a person with a story. For half a year, Xiaoqing has taken care of her in every way, and the love between the two of them is like sisters, in this Zhang Mansion where people eat people and don't spit out bones, only Xiaoqing and that person will do their best to protect her. Now that Xiaoqing is gone, she is the only one left.

However, when will that person take her away......

Lin Qing left the Shenyan Pavilion in the thick of the night, but he did not leave the Zhang Mansion immediately. She had long since been reluctant to stay in this place, but she had never been able to find a place that would satisfy her. Since she learned that the thing was in Zhao Mingsong's hands, she had the idea of designing to gain Zhao Mingsong's trust. However, Zhao Mingsong is really cunning and cautious, and she must come up with a complete method in order to succeed. The so-called thousands of precautions, it is difficult to prevent thieves, since she has attracted Zhao Mingsong's attention, if she can find a way to live in his home, it will be much easier to steal again. However, it was getting late at this time, and she couldn't find a suitable reason to live in the Zhao family for a while. After thinking about it, Lin Qing decided to aggrieved himself and hid in the firewood room to sleep for one night.

After all, Zhang's house is a big family, and even the firewood room is bright and spacious, the only drawback is that there is really only firewood here, and there is not even a table. Lin Qing really didn't want to lie on the ground and sleep for a night, so he had to lie on the wooden chair and fall asleep, and was about to fall asleep when he heard a strange sound.

The voice is like a complaint, like a cry, with an endless lingering speculation. Lin Qing couldn't help but get up and listen carefully, leaning on the crack of the door and listening for a while before she could hear that it was the sound of the flute, but she couldn't perceive where the sound came from.

Someone is giving a, and the skill is excellent. Even Lin Qing, who didn't know much about music theory, couldn't help but applaud the sound of the flute, and she even felt that her soul was about to be snatched away.

What a miracle! As far as Lin Qing knew, the only people who could blow the flute in Zhang's mansion were Jingde and his daughter Zhang Ziyan. But Zhang Jingde, the eldest lord of the Zhang Mansion, has been away from the house for more than three years, and Zhang Ziyan should be in the Shenyan Pavilion instead of here at this moment, so who is the outside the door?

Lin Qing couldn't suppress his curiosity and wanted to find out what the sound of the flute was. However, the moment she pushed the door open, a short arrow flew from the darkness and passed her, driving straight into the red lacquered wooden door at her side.

And the mysterious sound of the flute also came to an abrupt end at this time. I don't know where it came from, I don't know where I'm going.

"I'm a good girl!" Lin Qing couldn't help but sigh, it's really good archery. It took her a lot of effort to pull the short arrow out of the door, and if the arrow was a little more off, I was afraid that she would not be standing but lying down now.

Take a closer look, and a line of small words is engraved on the arrow: Tomorrow at noon, Fumanlou.

Lin Qing didn't feel a little puzzled in her heart, she knew that Fumanlou was the best restaurant in Muhe Town, and it had always been a gathering place for dignitaries. This arrow is engraved with such a line of words, I am afraid that I want to invite her to Fumanlou to see her.

Who could it be? Lin Qing stroked the dexterous arrow body and pondered carefully. The first person she thought of was Zhao Mingsong, but it had only been a few hours since they were separated, could it be that he could find out that she was in Zhang's Mansion so quickly and was still aggrieved and committed to the firewood house? This reason was really not enough for Lin Qing to convince himself. However, she didn't want to think about it any longer, she was so tired that she just wanted to get some sleep at this moment. Let's think about the things you don't understand for tomorrow!

"The little girl must be on time for the appointment!" Lin Qing beckoned into the distance, pinched the short arrow and lay back on the floor in the firewood room. No matter who that person is, if he can blow such an intoxicating flute sound, he is not a vulgar person! Lin Qing recalled the sound of the flute, and at the same time described the appearance of the flute man over and over again in his mind until he fell asleep.

Not far away, a man in black with a black hat put away his sleeve arrows, and his straight body stood in place for a long time without moving for half a minute.

Jiang Shao, who was dressed in black and hated, seemed to be one with the night, and if he didn't look closely, no one would be able to find out about his existence, just because he deliberately exhausted the sound and brilliance of his body. He looked up at the silent stars, and at some point he finally melted his body into the endless night.

Like a gust of wind, it drifted silently into the distance.