As soon as Liu Jing's words came out, the young man's face turned pale, and in the camp, a few middle-aged people also rushed out, hurrying towards this side.

At this time, Liu Jing's wrist sank, and after the sword in her hand cut a trace of blood on the young man's neck, she suddenly turned her head to look at Deng Jiulang and called: "Lord, what should I do if this person bullies me and insults me?" ”

Her words made everyone's attention focus on Deng Jiulang.

Deng Jiulang turned his head, and after he stared at Liu Jing, he said indifferently: "Since he bullied you and insulted you, then you can bully him and go back!" ”

When Liu Jing heard this, she turned her head to stare at the young man, and said lightly: "Can you hear my lord's words clearly?" ”

Speaking of this, the sword in her hand sank!

At this time, those middle-aged people had already rushed to the front, and they hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Lang's men are merciful!" "Xiaolang has something to say!"

As soon as the screams of several middle-aged people came, the young man, who had already been frightened and pale, weakened his legs, and fell to the ground with a plop. And with his softness, Liu Jing's sword on the young man's neck cut a bloody mark, and at this moment, the wisps of blood were slowly descending along Liu Jing's blade.

Liu Jing's wrist didn't move, she looked up at the middle-aged man, with a calm face, and said coldly: "There is a so-called soldier who can be killed, but not humiliated!" Just now, this young man insulted me first, and I want to repay it later. ”

She was worthy of this, and a middle-aged man said urgently: "Xiao Lang must not be like this, Xiao Lang, what can you say well." The little nephew acted rudely, and the old man must ask him to confess to Xiaolang! ”

Liu Jing replied coldly: "There is no need to accompany the crime. With that, she lowered her head. As if after a moment of silence, Liu Jing's voice softened, and she said slowly: "I wanted to use his little life to wash away the insult ......" This sentence made the faces of several middle-aged people change greatly, so that after the guards behind them surrounded them at the same time, Liu Jing did not look up, but said slowly: "But since it is a peer, there are some things that I can't do too harshly." In this case, you will take a hundred taels of gold and redeem the life of this impudent boy! ”

No one thought that Liu Jing would do so much. At the end, it was for blackmail. Qiansan almost burst out laughing, but reacted and quickly reached out to cover his mouth and struggled to hold back.

One hundred taels of gold?

That's not a small amount. After several middle-aged people glanced at each other, they saw the guards of the Liufu standing behind Liu Jing in a blink of an eye, and then looked at Deng Jiulang and his party. Thought to the road. The rangers in this world are the most face-heavy. There are many scholars who also fight with their lives because of the humiliation of a word. The words and deeds of this nephew of his own just now were a little too much, and it was a reluctant fair way for this very big Liu family Xiaolang to let them sell back their face for a hundred taels of gold.

The most rear. The middle-aged man who took the lead gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, the old man will go and prepare one hundred taels of gold immediately, and Wanwang Xiaolang will treat one or two leniently." With that, he turned around and hurried towards his own convoy.

These people went out, and their money and property were all carried with them, and after the middle-aged man entered the convoy, he scraped together a hundred taels of gold after a while. When they delivered the wooden box containing the gold to Liu Jing's feet, Liu Jing also lazily withdrew the sword in her hand, and after motioning for Uncle Wu to pick up the gold, she turned around and walked towards her camp.

This night was as Liu Jing said, except for the rainstorm just now, which was not rainy, it was always sunny and clear, and the bright moon hung high.

Deng Jiulang sat in his tent.

Incense burned in the corner of the tent, and the incense rose to reflect the moonlight outside.

Seeing that his lord was only alone, Qiansan leaned over and grinned: "Lang Jun, do you want to call Liu Xiaobai'er over?" ”

Deng Jiulang's handsome face, under the clear glow of the moonlight, exuded a faint glow, hearing this, he glanced at Qiansan, and said casually: "If she is willing to come, she will not be her." ”

When Qiansan heard this, he looked at Lang Jun who was lonely and lonely without sadness, and sighed: "Who do you want my Lang Jun to be?" Since he was born, he leaned forward and back, surrounded by thousands of people, if those people in Luoyang knew that in such a bright moon like frost and night like water, my family Langjun has a beautiful woman and can not get close, by the bright moon shining on the lonely shadow, it will be a broken glass heart! ”

He said this crookedly, and suddenly touched his head and shouted proudly: "There is a beautiful woman who can't get close, and the bright moon shines on the lonely shadow...... Grandma's, I've grown so big, this is the first time I've said such a level of words. No, no, no, I'm going to go and blow it up. ”

Just turned around, Qiansan didn't know what he thought, and turned around again, he looked back at his own Lang Jun, and suddenly said, "Lang Jun, you really don't want me to call that little white face over to accompany you?" ”

Deng Jiulang was slowly stroking a flute, and when he heard this, he glanced at Qiansan and said, "I'm not busy." ”

"How can you not be busy? When I see Lang Jun and you now, my heart hurts. ”

Deng Jiulang lowered his eyes, and under the moonlight, his handsome face seemed to have not been contaminated with the fireworks of the world. Seeing that his own Lang Junli didn't pay attention to himself, Qiansan smiled, touched his head and swaggered.

Just as Qiansan swaggered away, he didn't notice that in the camp tent belonging to Liu Jing on the other side, Liu Jing was looking in the direction of his own Langjun. After staring at it for a while, Liu Jing turned her head and whispered into the darkness: "Go and tell them that when the Deng people release the flying pigeon tonight, shoot the flying pigeon and let it land in the caravan......

As soon as her words came out, there was silence in the darkness for a while, and then Uncle Wu's voice came in a low voice, "Da Lang, who are you?" ”

Liu Jing was silent, and after a while, she said in a low voice: "Uncle, I'm just a little scared, he, he is acting more and more carelessly, I'm afraid that in a few days, his patience will run out, and I will completely become his person." ”

As soon as her voice fell, Uncle Wu didn't speak for a long time, and it was only after a long time that a faint sigh came.

The night passed in the blink of an eye.

Not long after Deng Jiulang woke up, he heard a commotion outside. Listening to the lively laughter, he smiled faintly, and after washing up under the servants' service, he stooped down and walked out of the tent.

The moment he stepped out of the tent, the servants came in habitual closer. They hugged Deng Jiulang, some put a cloak on him, and some handed him a slightly warm slurry with a temperature adjusted.

This was originally a daily routine, but at this moment, at the moment when Deng Jiulang stepped out of the camp, at the moment when he waited around the servants,

The originally noisy and lively camp became silent in an instant.

Deng Jiulang raised his head.

As he looked up, he saw hundreds of pairs of eyes looking in this direction. They all bowed their heads in unison. Avoiding his gaze.

Deng Jiulang slowly frowned.

Before he could make any moves, he saw the caravan steward and a few middle-aged people, with hundreds of leaders in the convoy, hurrying in his direction.

Just approached. Deng Jiulang's gaze just glanced away. I saw the people led by the steward of the caravan. It's a brush, a bow.

At the same time, the hundreds of people saluted, and the thousands of eyes of the convoy looked fixedly, and the caravan steward stepped forward. With a red face, excited, he took the lead in shouting excitedly: "The villain is rude, and he doesn't know that Lang Jun is Nanyang Deng Jiu...... The villain is disrespectful! ”

As soon as his voice fell, the hundreds of people in line behind the steward waved towards Deng Jiulang in unison, and shouted excitedly: "The villain is disrespectful, Lang Jun don't be guilty!" ”

After the salute, the leaders retreated to the side in a very orderly manner, but immediately after, hundreds of people rushed out of the crowd. These people surrounded Deng Jiulang, and shouted helplessly: "Lang Jun, this is a little girl, she is fifteen years old and has not yet married, and she is willing to add clothes and quilts to Lang Jun." "Deng Jialangjun, this is a beauty purchased by the villain, and please Langjun smile." "What is the identity of Deng Jialangjun? What does it look like to not have a squire around? The villain is not talented, only a virtuous and beautiful woman, willing to serve Hou Langjun left and right......"

This voice shouted diligently and urgently, and the delicate women shouted softly, and Deng Jiulang was drowned out in a blink of an eye. When Qiansan and the others reacted, their own Langjun was almost drowned and disappeared!

In a hurry, he and the five and eleven others hurriedly summoned the guards to drive everyone away, and at the same time couldn't help but scold and shout: "Grandma, who is this who let out the wind?" If this continues, what do we have to live in peace? ”

When Qiansan and the others rescued Deng Jiulang and escorted him to the carriage, I don't know who did it, and Deng Jiulang's face and neck also left a few lipstick marks. Looking at his Lang Jun's messy hair and torn clothes, the guards didn't know what to do, and they couldn't help laughing.

In their chuckles, Deng Jiulang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said coldly, "What about Liu Wenjing? Call him to me. ”

Qiansan hurriedly responded: "I'll go and call that kid." After a while, he led Liu Jing over. Before he came over, Deng Jiulang heard Qiansan's shouting, "The surname is Liu, our Langjun's hair is torn, and so is his clothes, he asked you to go up and help him tidy up." ”

After Qiansan's voice fell, a faint, Liu Jingnasven gentle voice came, "I know what to do." ”

After a while, Liu Jing's footsteps sounded outside the carriage. In the blink of an eye, she had lifted the curtain and climbed into the carriage. 、

Liu Jing moved to the corner of the carriage, first found the bronze mirror comb and placed it, and then turned her head to look at Deng Jiulang. For Deng Jiulang, whose hair was messy, his face was full of grease, and his clothes were torn, Liu Jing lowered her eyes and smiled, and said in a low voice: "Lord, I'll comb it for you." ”

With that, she took the comb and moved it to Deng Jiulang's side.

She was so close that her wrist hurt, but it was Deng Jiulang who tightly clasped her hand holding the comb!

He clasped her hand, turned his head and stared at her with a heavy gaze, until the smile on Liu Jing's face became stiff unconsciously, and then he said slowly: "My identity was leaked by you last night!" ”

"No, it's not ......" Liu Jing hurriedly called here, raised her eyes to Deng Jiulang's staring face, and choked up on the following words, and couldn't spit out half a word anymore.

Seeing her bow her head, Deng Jiulang's soft voice came again, "Revealing my identity can make me too busy to take care of myself and have to be busy dealing with those men and women with ulterior motives, and second, I can reveal my whereabouts through the mouths of others, so that people in Luoyang can track them down." Yes and no? ”

He stared at Liu Jing, who shrugged her head and shrank into the corner unconsciously, and said softly: "You and I have a half-year contract, you originally wanted to fulfill it, but in the past two days, you are afraid of being alone with me, afraid of getting close to me, so you want to drive me away?" Yes and no? ”

Liu Jing, who had retreated to the corner, trembled on her lips, and after a while, she said in a low voice: "Jiulang, it's not like this......"

"Look, in the past, you at least didn't dare to deny it, but now you are not only cunning, but you don't even dare to admit it to your face?"

Liu Jing, who shrank into the corner, felt the coldness in his tone, and slowly turned white.

Deng Jiulang slowly stretched out his hand to her, and said in an extremely soft tone: "Ajing, I have given you too many opportunities...... It's because you don't know how to advance or retreat, and it's no wonder that I'm really going to blame. ”

As soon as the words fell, his arm suddenly stretched out, clasped Liu Jing's hand heavily, and brought her into his arms forcefully, Deng Jiulang suddenly tore off the curtains on both sides with a whoosh, and then grabbed Liu Jing's chin, and in front of everyone, hundreds of thousands of eyes followed the sound, and when he brushed and looked at it, he saw him grab her chin in public, and as soon as he lowered his head, the thin lips covered Liu Jing's pink lips...... In the eyes of thousands of people, hundreds of people gasped. I saw him meet her lips, and his tongue squeezed through her teeth and probed deep into her mouth......

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