The northern ancestral land before the Zhou clan moved south to Huocheng was on the bank of Yingshui, and the Yingyuan where the Zhou family lived in five rooms was named after it. The fifth room will be assigned to Yingyuan, also because Zhou Xian is partial to Manyun, the granddaughter.

There are not many daughters in Xinan Xiaozhou's family who have grown up in Huocheng until they get married in the previous generations, so there are only two embroidery buildings dedicated to the boudoir, and it is only this one in the courtyard that bothered to pack it up and arrange the residents.

In front of the building where Zhou Manyun now lives, there is the word "Zangxiu" inscribed by Zhou Xian's relatives after returning to his hometown, which is a good building and a good show, and it has a steady share among the granddaughters of the Zhou family.

Thinking about the name of the building that he had heard in the front yard of the Zhou family, the black shadow that slipped down from the roof took back the hand that touched the plaque of the building, and rubbed it against the cyan scholar's old robe on his body.

In another flash, he came to the window of the main house, broke the paper and pulled out the pin, opened the window and entered the room, all in one go.

At the moment when I opened the window and entered, a faint aroma immediately came to my nose, warmly teasing the hundreds of bones.

The nocturnal visitor immediately held his breath alertly against the wall, pushed the window open a crack with his backhand, and the cold air outside the window slapped into the air, diluting the intoxicating aroma around him a lot.

He tilted his head suspiciously and listened intently for a moment. In the room, there was only an almost inaudible breathing sound behind a curtain on the main bed against the wall, shallow and long, obviously the little master who had fallen into a sweet black dream.

In the darkness, the hand holding the pane suddenly relaxed, moved to the side, and the window was silently closed again, returning the warmth of the room.

Taking another deep breath, the Nightcrawler's wary body loosened and a vague smile erupted in the darkness.

Even a ten-year-old girl likes to sleep with a pillow of incense.

This tastes. It is like a mother-in-law in the Northland, imitating the ancient method of letting people use the greenhouse made of freshly harvested peppers and mud in autumn. Therefore, the unhealed wounds on the body and the unfilled stomach suddenly encountered some similar smells, which involuntarily made the body slack.

Yun has no intention to come out. The bird is tired of flying and knows how to return.

In his current state, he is really as pitiful as a bird that only returns to its nest, and needs to find a place to rest for a while.

A little fire. The fire folded the candlestick in front of the window, and one hand touched the pastry on the table very simply, and unceremoniously stuffed it into his mouth.

"Sure enough, things in the world are haode spirits, bad spirits. There is a thief who comes to the door, and he is still a very bold thief. Through a tent of silk yarn, Man Yun, who was lying on his side, had a line of eyelids, always vigilantly staring at the dim light outside the tent.

She had been tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, and she noticed the abnormality as soon as the window was opened, but it was only five years of continuous practice that allowed her to maintain a steady breathing peacefully.

After a while. A star of light slowly moved towards the bed tent, getting closer and closer.

Man Yun gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger that swelled up in his heart. She deeply regretted that she should not have used "warm peppers" indoors during the day that could slow down people's movements and gradually fall into a dream.

During the day, the warm peppers that Qingying and others carefully smoked all over the doors and windows did not take effect on the thieves who came in the dark at this time. Although I can't see the movement outside, I can also estimate that the alertness and skill of the person are good enough, and it is not easy to deal with. And if it is really the murderer who comes, it should be even more comfortable with the murder. There will be no scruples.

Considering his own ability, Man Yun quietly comforted the eager to test the silver and waited for the opportunity together, striving to hit with one blow.

It's just that she never expected that someone would come straight to the side of the bed like this.

Generally speaking. The shape of the embroidery building should be very easy to identify even at night, and the thieves who are particular about stealing things will always prefer the storeroom, study and the like, and will not go to the place where the girls live without permission.

After all, stealing things and ruining the name of the boudoir girl. There is also a fundamental difference in the sentencing. Stealing things is shameful and hateful, and stealing people is simply damned.

The outline of a hand rests on the curtain of the bed. Also hesitating.

Manyun's gaze was so hot that it wanted to pierce a hole in the shape of her hand, and the silver coiled around her arm spat out thin red snake letters with just as hatred.

"Zhou ...... Long...... Cloud! ”。 The whispers of the outsiders clearly knocked into Man Yun's ears.

What's going on? Zhou Manyun bit his lip in astonishment. It was obviously aimed at her guests, which made her mind a little confused.

The half of the tent at the head of the bed was slowly pulled up, and the candlestick that was still on the table next to the bed shone with a yellowish light, reflecting the figure in green clothes with a circle of lilac figures, and the man slowly leaned down as if with a little curiosity......

Silver flicked up, sharp teeth chiseled directly at the neck of the visitor, and a cold light slashed down at Yinzi's small body almost at the same time, instinctively.

Man Yun's snake-like body immediately took the opportunity to bend his knees, bounced away, kicked his toes the shoulders of the comer, and sat up.

A boning knife from the kitchen hesitantly swung back, and the silver that cooperated with the sneak attack took advantage of the opportunity to bite the neck of the night walker.

The knife uncontrollably came out of the night walker's hand, his vision blurred, and his suddenly dazed body fell backwards and slammed into the cases beside the bed.

"Whew!" Man Yun swooped down and blew out the candlestick that was about to fall to the ground, and the tip of his nose slammed firmly into the floor.

"Thankfully, I didn't order the house!" , Zhou Manyun was afraid for a while. When the elbow was about to stand up again, he found that the corner of the skirt was firmly grasped by one hand, and he could not relax.

Man Yun frowned indignantly and shouted, "Yinzi bites him again!" But the silver turned around lazily and coiled Manyun's smooth ankle.

"Could it be that he is dead?"

couldn't figure out how the silver that had just snatched the fighter plane and made his own assertion was bitten, so Zhou Manyun had to squat down again.

Dragged by the tugging skirt, she probed a few times before she found the warm snort of the long strip on the ground.

Breathing normally indicates that the person is still alive and has just fainted.

Silver flicked his tail and burrowed into Manyun's body and hid again. For her, opening her mouth to bite is a saving thing, and she also has a habit of cleanliness.

Man Yun sat on the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't afraid of the dead, but she really didn't want anyone to die in her house.

I sat there for a while. Man Yun tried to pull the skirt that was pulled again, but still didn't move.

Annoyed, she pulled out the haze tied to her leg. Volleyed a few fingers towards the disciples.

"Silver, the fingers that fall off will turn bloody and stain our house, right?" , Zhou Manyun, who didn't get any answer, showed a bitter look on his little face.

Sighing deeply, Man Yun reluctantly reached out his little hand and grabbed a finger that remained on the side of her skirt and slammed it outward.

The knuckles are long, and the belly of the fingers has a thin callus, even if the owner has temporarily lost consciousness. can stubbornly refuse to give up the goal of grasping.

Such a reluctant person is really rare! The corners of Man Yun's mouth twitched, and he expressed his admiration for the persistent thief who had not yet seen his face clearly.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Manyun's face turned pale.

The memory of the river and the sea rolled with the "Zhou Manyun" I heard before, straight towards her chest, making her unable to control her sudden chill body, trembling like a lonely leaf hanging on the branch in autumn.

"Impossible! Impossible! ”

The hidden mist and the sheath directly cut the pear blossom-white plain brocade skirt into two pieces, and Zhou Manyun, who did not obey the call with his hands and feet, struggled to stand up from the ground with his hands and feet, and frantically touched the fire candle in the dark room.

A little light that flickered and flickered.

Place the menorah on the side of the head of the unconscious captive. Zhou Manyun, who was kneeling, clenched his silver teeth and pulled out a few strands of messy hair covering the man's face.

A familiar face suddenly jumped into the eye.

The unconscious boy in front of him, with a few strands of black hair sticking to his pale and haggard cheeks. The long eyelashes are like a fan covering, handsome and delicate. If the hairstyle clothes are blurred, it will also make people mistakenly believe that it is a beautiful girl.

Zhou Manyun's hands clasped his trembling lips. I tried my best to calm myself down, but the constant clicking sound in my throat kept trying to squeeze it out. Cry out.

Gao Wei is here, Zhou Manjie is here. She had tried her best to accept the fact that she couldn't change it in her previous life, but Weishenme's fate made such a big joke and sent Xiao Hong, who should be far away in Yunzhou.

The miserable white boy in front of him is Xiao Hong. Even if he was skinned and deboned, Man Yun would recognize him.

In his previous life, Xiao Hong, who was in his early twenties, always liked to mix in the big sun, and deliberately maintained an indifferent and heroic appearance in front of others.

But his skin is actually easy to white and not easy to black, and at most it is only a significant wheat color on weekdays, and as long as he is injured or seriously ill and recuperates for ten days and half a month without seeing sunlight, he will immediately stubbornly regain a tender whiteness.

It wasn't until he was nearly thirty years old, and he was sharpened out by the years and added vicissitudes to it, and he gradually got rid of the name of Junxiu.

Therefore, for a long time in his previous life, as long as Xiao Hong was injured and sick, Man Yun, who acted as a maid by his side, would always be detained by his side alone, because he hated to let outsiders see his "weak" appearance.

When he was a teenager, Xiao Hong is said to be more handsome, much like his aunt Xiaozong, who was famous for her beauty.

Man Yun remembered clearly that she had never seen Xiao Hong when she was a teenager in her previous life. The first time she saw him, it should be eight years later, in the eleventh year of Taiye, Xiling Mountain, Xiakou, she was seventeen years old and married into the Gao family for two years.

But what happened to Xiao Hong, who is now in front of him?

Zhou Manyun collapsed his shoulders, buried his face in his hands, and couldn't help crying bitterly......

The lights of the Yingyuan began to be lit up from Zangxiu Tower, and Du Shi, who rushed to the door of Manyun's house, drank back Qingying and others who were blocked at the door and did not dare to come out, rushed to Manyun's side, and tightly held his crying daughter in his arms.

"Yun'er! Are you okay? When Man Yun's crying became quieter, Du Shi asked tentatively, blaming himself thickly.

I took a look at it just now, and the scene I saw really scared Du Shi.

There was a stranger in the middle of the room, and Man Yun knelt beside him, crying bitterly, as if the sky had fallen.

If it weren't for Du Shi's calmness to see that Man Yun's clothes were neat, but a piece of his skirt was cut by a knife, he would have directly drawn a knife and chopped the thief who broke into Man Yun's boudoir.

No matter how smart and capable her daughter is, she is still just a child after all, Du Shi sighed lightly, raised her eyebrows and shouted: "Mother Zhu, don't you drag this thief who broke into the empty door down......"

"Drag it down and kill it directly! Chop the meat puree, burn the ashes, and bury it in the ground as flower fertilizer! Zhou Manyun stood up from Du Shi's arms and screamed desperately at the top of his throat.

The dead ink was dripping, and the plasma of the child falling to the ground burst out, which was once again mixed with tears and blurred Man Yun's vision...... (To be continued......)