(Thank you for reading some idle books to pass the time, thank you Zhong Youregret, Xiaocheng and other friends for your recommendation and support!) This chapter has a lot of words, come on, come on! O(∩_∩)O~）

A gentle and delicate woman came out of the hall: "Your Highness doesn't like these people, can the concubine Ming'er go and invite the immortals next to him?" ”

Feng Yilang blushed and did not answer.

The woman pressed the big straps on her shoulders for Feng Yilang, and said, "It's windy outside, Your Highness should go back to the room to rest......"

Feng Yilang pinched her wrist and refused her intimacy: "The crown princess is cold, go back to the room to rest." ”

"Concubine ......"

Before the crown princess finished speaking, Feng Yilang dragged her sick body and walked out of the Donglin Hall step by step, not allowing anyone to follow.

The summer breeze is very refreshing, with the scorching air that has not yet dissipated during the day. But this kind of wind is still a little uncomfortable for Feng Yilang, who is sick.

He was walking alone on Fuzhong Road, Gu Yiping was not at ease, and followed closely behind.

From his own house, Feng Yilang was naturally familiar with it, and found a remote courtyard in three steps and two steps, and dodged to get rid of this group of followers.

This courtyard has been deserted for a long time, and there is a damp and cold air everywhere, and the roof is as if it has been brushed with ink, which looks black and hollow, and it is deadly. There were many flowers and trees in the courtyard, but they all withered. Only a hundred-year-old camphor tree is flourishing there, and it has already grown higher than the roof, and there is a posture of "Lao Tzu is the most bullish and will not die".

Feng Yilang took a deep breath, faced the dark and cold door, and silently recited: "Xiao Yu, what do you want to say and do to the third brother, you don't need to hide, just explain it in person." ”

It was cold and silent, only a breeze.

Jiu Mingmei hugged Rujin, and jumped onto the roof of this courtyard in three steps and two steps. She tipped a trick on her fingertips and threw it down, turning into a small shadow. The little shadow was about twelve or thirteen years old, with black hair tied up on the top of his head, like a smooth and shiny ponytail, and the dark blue belt was simple, a beautiful and crisp appearance.

The little shadow appeared in front of Feng Yilang plainly, but with his back to him.

When Feng Yilang saw it, he stretched out his hand and wanted to touch its shoulder, but for no reason he felt a chill, which pierced the bones of his hand, as if several steel nails were pierced into the bones. But he had no intention of stopping, and a big palm slapped firmly on the right shoulder of the little shadow.

"Xiao Yu ......"

The little shadow flashed and disappeared, then suddenly appeared in another place, disappeared again, and then suddenly appeared in another place, mischievously tight. Feng Yilang was a little excited, and rushed over after him. Without paying attention, the black fur fell on the cold stone floor, lonely, pitiful.

Jiu Mingmei smiled brightly: "Rujin, your time is up~"

With that, she raised her right foot, squatted on the ass of the person next to her, and kicked it steadily and hard.

Rujin didn't even have time to scream, as soon as his eyes closed and opened, he was kicked off the roof alive.

Jiu Mingmei had just kicked someone down, and suddenly found that there was a substitute next to her.

This person is much larger than brocade, with a good-looking white face, ** feet, and a purple robe. He squatted on the roof of the house in her mimic, held his cheeks, blinked his big eyes, and smiled at her.

"Nine girls, I haven't seen you for many days, okay?"

Jiu Mingmei knew the road to running for the goddess, and she couldn't get around the eighth prince, but she didn't expect to see him so unexpectedly at this time of the night. Although he is a mortal, he is not an ordinary mortal, and the last time he didn't kill him, it was for the sake of Ba Chen.

She warned coldly: "Don't look for death. ”

Feng Qianji hooked the corners of her charming lips and quietly leaned her head over: "We are allies, your business is my business." Is there any reason not to be careful? ”

Mingmei glanced at him obliquely, not bothering to pay attention.

Feng Qianji followed her eyes, stared at the hospital and almost fell into rujin, and sighed in her heart, whether she provoked the ninth girl or not, it was all dangerous. However, it is an ally of justice, and it uses its own kind words...... Well, it must be able to be influenced.

"My royal brother is very old-fashioned, he never knows how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and he doesn't care about the princess who is like a flower and jade and tender like water." Feng Qianji softened her posture and said with a smile, "You kick Rujin out like this, don't you expect him to have some pity?" ”

"I have my own way," Jiu Mingmei bared her teeth and added, "Sissy, I don't understand." ”

Feng Qianji: ...... (10,000 grass mud horses omitted here)

In the courtyard, Feng Yilang turned around for a long time and then turned back into the distance, but the small shadow with a biting chill suddenly disappeared. I could only hear the shallow cry of pain on the ground, which was particularly abrupt in this dark place.

"Who is it?!" Feng Yilang is vigilant.

Rujin fell and broke his head and bled out, fell to the ground, and ** in pain: "Help......"

Feng Yilang paced over, and saw that it was a weak girl, but she was also hesitating. As soon as Xiao Yu's shadow disappeared, the girl appeared. Seeing that she was dressed in plain white dress, with blood oozing from her forehead, she looked more and more mysterious in the middle of the night, and he couldn't help but suspect it.

Rujin clenched his fingertips, and the Yin bone scimitar was jumping happily under the skin, as if it was about to break out of the skin and gnaw on the neck of the black-hearted man. But this man was so vigilant that he never came, and the scimitar was so anxious that he was about to scold his mother.

While the two of them were at a stalemate, the first two people on the roof were watching hard.

Feng Qianji swallowed a mouthful of old blood that Mingmei struck out, and looked for a conversation quite strongly, and said with a smile: "They are fighting against each other, we are idle and idle, why don't we make a bet?" ”

"I don't have time to pay attention to you."

Jiu Mingmei stood up, jumped forward, and jumped onto the stubborn old camphor tree. This tree has dense branches and leaves, and it is close to the two of them, which is very suitable for watching a play.

Feng Qianji scratched her head, jumped forward, and jumped to the old camphor tree, which was one branch taller than her. Looking at her little head from above, the pair of balls in a bun are like a pair of round black buns, which are so cute.

He leaned down, through the branches, and opened his mouth to bite the bun on his right. It can be seen that she watched the play seriously, and she didn't want to disturb her. He smiled, stuck out his tongue, and licked her bun.

Belch...... Women's hair, this smell, it's rare.

"Nine Girls......"

Jiu Mingmei raised her head impatiently, and her little face was bumping into his white and beautiful face, face to face, eye to eye, nose to nose, very ambiguous.

"What to do?"

Feng Qianji smiled and pointed to her hair: "It's time to wash." ”

Her face turned red, and she jerked her arms out and threw her neck around her. His face was pressed against her lips, soft, cool, well, lips tasted much more wonderful than hair. Suddenly, the flesh of the cheeks was grabbed by the force of the two rows of teeth closed, and the pain at the interface was so severe that he could even hear the sound of skin being torn.

Jiu Mingmei's two rows of small teeth bit off a piece of flesh on Feng Qianji's face.

Feng Qianji's face was bloody and disfigured.

"Well, look at it like this, it's more bloody." Jiu Mingmei spit out the small piece of meat in her mouth, bared her teeth, stretched out her tongue, licked the blood between her teeth, and swallowed it into her stomach. Well, mortal blood is much sweeter than monsters.

"Is it good?" Feng Qianji wiped the blood on his hand, not angry but laughing.

"It's okay."

"I'm going to drink it too."

"Huh?"

Jiu Mingmei suddenly felt her arms freeze, hooking around his neck, and she couldn't pull it back.

I only heard the sound of the surrounding branches and leaves, and the fragrant taste of camphor leaves mixed with blood and rushed into the tip of the nose.

Feng Qianji leaned down unhurriedly, her slender index finger delicately hooking her small chin. The left eyeball suddenly hurt, and the cheek was bleeding, but he didn't care, just opened his thin lips, opened two rows of white and beautiful teeth, and bit her fleshy little earlobe.

The night was stained with ink, the camphor trees were huge, and the camphor leaves were dense, covering them tightly. This tree is charming, and it is extraordinarily heart-scratching.

The little girl in her arms is delicate and small, with a small body, a small mouth, small ears, and small arms like lotus roots. The skin of the little face is a little rougher, but these bright eyes are as bright as the sun in the sky. She looks at the age of only twelve or thirteen, but she has the ability to be a demon for ten thousand years, which makes people happy, bitter, hateful and loved, and tosses to death a thousand times.

Feng Qianji suddenly became a little envious, envious of his own eyes, and so easily won the love of this 10,000-year-old little demon. He bit the bright earlobe fiercely, licked the tip of his tongue, and felt a trace of blood, which was particularly sweet.