Chapter 102

Miao Shan tilted her head and smiled, let go of Qing Huan's collar, Qing Huan began to sink again, she hurriedly fluttered a large splash, and choked a few mouthfuls of water: "Miao Shan!" ……”

"You can't command me, little young master. I only obey the orders of the doorman. Miao Shan picked her up again, hugged Miao Shan in a panic, and coughed wildly.

"If you don't go, you can't go, otherwise, you'll regret it." Miao Shan swam to the shore with Qinghuan in her arms and went ashore with her in her arms, "It's almost time, let's go to the main island to meet the master." ”

"You are so presumptuous, do you treat me as a young master?" Qinghuan coughed up the last mouthful of water, and her face was already very pale.

"You...... You'd better be polite to me," Miao Shan approached Qing Huan, reached out the tip of her tongue and licked her ear, and blew on the warm and humid air, which made Qing Huan instantly have goosebumps all over her body, "Aren't you really afraid that I will play tricks on you, huh?" ”

"Miaoshan, you are wearing a layer of hypocrisy," Qing Huan pushed her away, picked up the black robe on the shore and put it on, "You are like him, you have a brain problem. ”

"Don't worry, stay with us for a long time, and your brain will soon have problems." Miaosun squinted her fox eyes and laughed.

Qinghuan hurriedly got dressed and walked away without looking back.

By the time they had cleaned up and arrived on the main island, it was getting dark. Wen Jinglei set up a table of sumptuous delicacies waiting for Qinghuan, he looked ruddy and radiant, the unpleasantness of the morning seemed to be swept away, and he was only busy greeting and sitting down lightly.

"Come, the rain falls, it's all delicious food I told them to make, come and taste it."

"......" Qinghuan frowned and looked around, I don't know if it was her illusion, I always felt that there was a smell of blood in this hall.

"Did you have a good day? Like it here? Wen Jinglei asked with a smile.

"Drink a lot of water." Qinghuan glanced at Miao Shan, who was standing aside.

"I've already mentioned you to the hall master of the Flame Banner and the Aurora Banner in the afternoon, and the whole of this Burning Heaven Gate will know about you in the near future. But they know that you are not enough, and it is inevitable that some people will disagree with you, and your position in the Burning Heaven Gate is still not solid enough. So there are some changes in plans, and I know that you have just returned to the East China Sea, and you need to recuperate for a while. In this way, you should also know that there is a lot of chaos in the Valley of Ranflower right now, and I am ready to attack the Valley of Troubled Flowers. In half a month, I will deliver the Flame Banner to you, and you will take them to occupy the Valley of Troubled Flowers. After that, the Valley of Wild Flowers will be given to you, and you can do whatever you want. ”

Qing Huan frowned and asked, "Where is the valley master of the Ranflower Valley now?" ”

"Junqiao, the spies reported that she and Nanyang went back to the north to punish them. It's just a girl who has lost her momentum, and she is not enough to worry about. ”

She ...... I went back to the north with the master and punished ......" Qinghuan stared at him and muttered to himself.

"When it comes to Nanyang, haven't you always wanted to save her?" Wen Jinglei took out a quaint bronze key and threw it to Miaoshan next to him, "Go, get Nan Yang and the young master's mother Gu." ”

Miao Sun hurriedly took the key and left. After a while, he came over with a jar, Wen Jinglei took the jar, and took out a thumb-length black Gu worm from it with two fingers, and pinched it to death in an instant in front of Qing Huan, and the juice in the insect's belly kept flowing down his fingers.

"Relieved? I have done what I promised you, and you have settled down to help me take care of the Burning Heaven Gate. In this way, after a hundred years, I can rest assured that I will hand over the Burning Heaven Gate to you. Wen Jinglei threw the dead Gu worm aside, Ah Qi handed him a handkerchief, and he took it and slowly wiped his hands clean.

Qinghuan looked at Miaoshan, Miaoshan nodded at her, and she felt a big stone in her heart fall to the ground.

After eating, Miao Shan sent Qinghuan back to the dormitory and left herself.

Qinghuan sat on the bed for a while, and suddenly remembered that he had put the bag in the drawer in the morning, and hurriedly found the drawer and took it out, and held it very rarely in his hand and stroked it.

Suddenly a maid knocked at the door: "Young master? ”

Qinghuan sighed and put the bag under the pillow: "Come in." ”

The maid walked in with a long wooden box in her hand, carefully placed it on the table, and said, "This is what the master of the door ordered to bring to the young master." ”

Qing Huan stood up suspiciously and walked to the long wooden box, and touched its surface, the carved and concave patterns on the surface of the box were filled with a lot of dust, and it looked like it had been idle for many years, and it couldn't be wiped clean. She opened the brass clasp and pulled open the wooden box.

There was a scroll lying in the box, and she carefully took it out and slowly spread it out on the table.

This is a picture of a beauty, in the painting is a peerless beauty with a beautiful appearance, wearing a rich pale yellow robe, smiling in front of a cluster of peonies that grow very well. The beauty is delicate and feminine, with long eyebrows and eyes, a bun like a cloud, and a little bright red cinnabar between the slender eyebrows, like a drop of blood piercing, scorching and shining. On the right side of the painting is inscribed a poem:

The snow is condensed, and the pearl is dotted with lips.

There is a line of small characters at the end: July 18 of the year of Renwu was made in the West Garden of the Falcon Sect.

"......" Qinghuan narrowed his eyes, his face was complicated, and his fingers wearing bluestone rings slowly stroked the face on the painting that was eight points similar to himself.