Luo Qinghe mysteriously leaned into Fang Shaoze's ear and whispered: "Let's wholesale some of this calligraphy and sell it to those outside Guangling who have heard the legend of Master Ning Yuan!" ”

Luo Qinghe thought that he was interested in this legend before allowing Fang Shaoze to buy this calligraphy, and Fang Shaoze was interested in the calligraphy itself, and there was no hint of bargaining. But this kind of person is everywhere, if they can bring this thing back to Luoquan, they are afraid that they can make a lot of money.

But Fang Shaoze poured a basin of cold water mercilessly after listening to her grand plan: "Most of them have never seen the real ink on this stone tablet, how can they know whether the calligraphy you bought is real or fake?" Someone who has seen the real thing bought it at the temple, and you still need to sell it? ”

When Luo Qinghe heard this, he was persuaded to retreat by this impeccable logic.

After visiting the temple and spending all the money that should have been spent, the two of them went to the next attraction satisfied.

The green mountains and green waters around Guangling County have a pleasant climate, coupled with the town guard with the whole body relics of the temple, it has been the capital of three dynasties since ancient times, and it has been more than 900 years.

The sunset of Shaoyang Lake in Guangling is famous all over the world, and the attraction to the sorcerers is comparable to the whole body relics of the temple. Midsummer dusk, the glow of the sky is reflected on the turquoise lake, and the golden sunset sinks into a semicircle on the horizon, this stunning color has always been praised by the people of the world.

Luo Qinghe was racking his brains to recall the poems describing the sunset, but suddenly heard the people on the side pointing to a carved boat and exclaiming: "Yo! Isn't that the lord of the begging county! ”

It was the first time that the people had seen such a novelty, and they spoke so loudly that even the guards on the painting boat could hear it clearly. But just as the guard was looking, a purple-clothed girl about fifteen or sixteen years old suddenly rushed out of the painting boat, snatched the silver bow from the guard's hand, put on the feather sword, and shot it here.

But this arrow did not shoot at Fang Cai's vulgar words, but went straight at Luo Qinghe to break through the air.

Luo Qinghe was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to react, staring blankly at the arrow shooting at him. thought that she would die on the spot, but at this time, Luo Qinghe was suddenly pushed, and the man threw herself to the side with her in his arms.

Suddenly fell on the raised edge of the painting boat, Luo Qinghe felt that the bones in his right arm were about to crack, and tears poured out of his eyes, and the pain did not ease his breath for a long time.

Although her injuries are not light now, she was not shot in the center by the arrow.

However, Luo Qinghe's first boy, who was about four years old, suffered. The child's parents were holding him on the other side of the boat to enjoy the scenery of the distant mountains, not knowing what was going on behind him. The arrow sword broke through the air and instantly nailed to the child's shoulder blades, and when he heard the child's bitter cry, his eyes rolled and he lost consciousness.

When the people in the painting boat saw this scene, they were so frightened that they exclaimed, and the other children were also frightened by the panic and exclamations that cried out in fright.

Seeing the blood pouring out of the boy's back, Luo Qinghe only felt that her heart was broken, and the buzzing sound in her ears instantly overwhelmed her, if Fang Shaoze hadn't protected herself in time, then I am afraid that this arrow would have been nailed to her heart... But at this time, she would rather have this arrow nailed to herself than cruelly nailed to the child's immature back.

The blood in Luo Qinghe's whole body rushed to the top of his head, and he gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Whether it is a child or herself, she has no fate with this county lord, but why is she so harmful!" ”

Luo Qinghe's eyes were red with anger, and he suddenly wanted to ask the Yun'an County Lord why he was so ruthless! But Fang Shaoze seemed to see through her thoughts, and hurriedly pulled her tightly, and his gentle big hand instantly covered Luo Qinghe's mouth, but he couldn't hide the unwilling roar in her throat.

Fang Shaoze, who has always been courteous, has no time to care about the difference between men and women at the moment, and he has no other thoughts in his heart except to protect Luo Qinghe.

"You pariahs! The lord of this county is the daughter of the dignified Marquis of Qishan, the niece of the queen mother, and the cousin of the pilgrimage! Such a noble bloodline is also something that ordinary people like you dare to talk about? I tell you, if I hear anyone who dares to be presumptuous from now on, I will pluck out your tongues, chop off your hands and feet, and throw you into the pigsty." The purple-clothed monarch threw the silver bow on the ground and shouted with his head held high.

As soon as these words came out, the people who were already panicked did not dare to squeak, and even the painting boats on the lake that were originally coming from this side did not dare to approach again, and hurriedly turned their heads and went elsewhere.

For a while, only the painting boat where Luo Qinghe was located was left on the lake within a radius of several miles.

"Son! O my son! When the people in the painting boat didn't even dare to breathe, the boy's mother couldn't hold back her crying anymore: "Father, how is this good? ”

The boy's father was only in his early twenties, and when he saw this scene, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Fang Shaoze hurriedly said softly: "Don't be stunned, let them sail back the painting boat and go ashore to find Lang Zhong!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes! It depends on Lang Zhong! When the boy's father heard this, he immediately regained his senses, and hurriedly walked to the boatman behind the boat, and said, "Old man, please bring the boat to the shore!" ”

When the boatman heard this, he cautiously glanced up at the county lord of Yun'an, only to see the county lord looking coldly at this side without saying a word, and the boatman immediately understood, no matter how the boy's father pleaded, he was indifferent.

The boy's father had no choice, so he could only turn around and kneel down at the county lord of Yun'an, kowtowing again and again: "The county lord! Please save my child! Just now, my family of three didn't say anything bad about you, but I don't know why I was innocently implicated! Please also ask the county lord to open up and let me save my son! ”

But even though this man pleaded so humbly, the county lord of Yun'an did not have the slightest intention of relenting, but looked at this side for a long time, with a playful expression on his face.

Luo Qinghe was originally extremely dissatisfied with her behavior, and seeing that she was still indifferent at the moment, he gritted his teeth and looked at the boy who had passed out with a pale face, and used all his body to break away from Fang Shaoze's tightly wrapped hands around him, and ran to the boy's side desperately.

After a cursory look at the arrow wound, Luo Qinghe hurriedly said, "Is there a dagger?" ”

"It's... We came out in a hurry, and we didn't think about coming out with a dagger! The boy's mother said, and hurriedly turned back and said, "Please help me and lend me a dagger!"

But the other tourists on the boat all bowed their heads and pretended not to hear.

When Fang Shaoze heard this, he hurriedly pulled out the dagger he had hidden in his boots, and under the guidance of Luo Qinghe, he carefully tried to cut off the outer part of the arrow. But Fang Shaoze's little dagger was only for self-defense, and he had to be extremely careful not to cause secondary damage to the boy, so he was in a hurry and was covered with sweat, and naturally he couldn't cut off the white-feathered arrow of this hardwood.

The boy's father was so forced that he could only turn around and plead hoarsely at the county lord, and his forehead was bleeding from the hard wooden board of the painting boat.

Luo Qinghe thought for a moment, and suddenly had a plan, and took the dagger in Fang Shaoze's hand and held it in the palm of his hand. In an instant, the dagger burned red, like a soldering iron burned through a brazier. Seeing that the time was almost up, Luo Qinghe gently attached the red-hot dagger to the feather arrow, and cut off the body of the arrow in one fell swoop.

Everything happened too fast, coupled with Fang Shaoze's deliberate blocking of Luo Qinghe's movements, so that no one around could see how the arrow body was broken.

The boy's mother reacted quickly at this time, and immediately tore off the inner lining of her skirt and tried to bandage her son's wounds, but the fabric was very thin this summer, and even tearing many strips did not have any effect.

"Huh! Didn't you buy a copybook? I feel that the fabric is quite thick! Luo Qinghe seemed to remember something, and hurriedly said to Fang Shaoze.

"That's right!" Fang Shaoze didn't feel distressed, and hurriedly took out his calligraphy worth eight taels and eight dollars of silver, and tore it into several strips, and then circled the boy's back several times before he could barely stop the bleeding.

Although the bleeding stopped, the boy remained unconscious. Everyone knew that if they had been trapped in this painting boat, even the Great Luo Immortal would not be able to save this child.

"O county lord! Be gracious! If you want to be angry, take my life! As long as I can save my child's life, I am willing to do anything! Please! The boy's father kept kowtowing and begging at the lord of Yun'an.

But the county lord of Yun'an was still indifferent, looking at everything in front of him with contempt.

At this time, I saw a small boat rowing to the side of the painting boat at an astonishing speed. The man in front of the boat was handsome and had a clear bearing, and said loudly to the county lord of Yun'an: "I didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet the county lord here!" I just got a few pieces of jewelry today, I wonder if the county lord is interested? ”

Following the voice, Luo Qinghe was surprised to find: Wasn't this person the one who brought himself and Fang Shaoze into Guangling County that day? He also said that he was from Qingyin Pavilion!

The man seemed to sense that Luo Qinghe was looking at him, so he turned around and smiled at Luo Qinghe's gaze and said hello.

I saw the maid beside the county lord babbling something in her ear, and when the purple-clothed military lord heard it, he actually put on a somewhat flattering smile and hurriedly greeted him: "Hurry up and meet Mr." ”

As soon as this man came, the attention of the county lord of Yun'an was immediately focused on the jewel he said. At this time, the bold guards also quietly glanced around, telling those people to leave quickly.

However, under this mixture, no one is in the mood to enjoy even the best landscapes.

Therefore, the painting boat on Shaoyang Lake dispersed in an instant. The boatman, who didn't dare to squeak, also hurriedly sailed the boat back to the shore at this moment.

Seeing that their child finally had hope, the boy's parents rushed to the hospital with their son in their arms as soon as they arrived at the dock, and Luo Qinghe followed all the way with no worries.

It wasn't until he saw Lieutenant Na Lang rip out the arrow on the boy's back and said that the child was free to live, that Luo Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and quietly left with Fang Shaoze.

When he went out, Fang Shaoze suddenly pretended to be sorry and said: "I really feel sorry for my eight-tael-eight silver copybook!" I'm not even hot yet! ”

Luo Qinghe was in the mood to say at this time: "It's good that you protected me, otherwise I would have seen the king of Hades by now!" Say, how do you want me to thank you? ”

Fang Shaoze smiled generously, waved his hand and said, "Thank me, I don't have to, thank you Master Ning Yuan for your blessing!" Seriously, I didn't react to it, but I just felt like there was a force in the dark that made me reach out and push you out. ”

Luo Qinghe was shocked: Could it be that she was almost shot to death, is it the retribution that she dislikes in her heart for disliking the expensive copybook? Fortunately, I didn't say this, otherwise if I really offended the master, then I don't know what retribution I will suffer!

But in this way, Luo Qinghe couldn't help but have some confidence in the whole body relics enshrined in the temple, and hurriedly said: "Let's go back to the temple now and give the master a stick of incense seriously, and then buy some calligraphy and come back!" ”

"But weren't you still very disdainful just now?" Fang Shaoze wondered.

"Whew! Just now! Since we have experienced that experience, we should pay attention when we should pay attention! Luo Qinghe seemed to be enchanted, and dragged Fang Shaoze back to the temple.