Song Yiyao, who reacted to what he had thought of, denied it first, how could it be.

He and the little marquis must not have been so familiar with each other back then.

It's because, because I seem to like him, I put the appearance of the little marquis into it, right?

"What do you think?" Tang Jingruo gently held her hand.

Song Yiyao came back to his senses, raised his head slightly, and crashed into those bottomless eyes.

Tang Jingruo wanted to take out the sword with condensed ghost qi, but found that he couldn't touch it at all. His slender fingers passed through the ghostly qi, which melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Looks like I'm restraining these things."

He clenched his fingers into a fist and laughed. I can't tell why I'm happy.

It was the first time that Song Yiyao had seen someone with a special physique. When she raised her head again, Tang Jingruo was already a walking human killer in her eyes!

"Little Hou Ye, I think I'm so lucky to be a neighbor with you!"

"How?" The smile on the corner of his mouth never let go, and he looked at Song Yiyao, who had turned into a dog's leg in front of him, and asked very cooperatively.

Song Yiyao's eyes lit up and grabbed Tang Jingruo's sleeve:

"You think we're best friends who have lived and died together, right?"

"So what?" How could Tang Jingruo not know what this little fox was thinking about. But he asked deliberately.

"Nothing, nothing, come! Let's learn from each other! ”

Song Yiyao introduced the lock of ghost qi into the string of white jade beads on his wrist, took a knife from the passing catcher, and said with a smile.

There are a few catties and taels of his kung fu, and Song Yiyao still understands. Tang Jingruo let her fight for half an hour everywhere. In the end, the two did not distinguish the winner and stopped at the same time.

When he stopped, there was already a circle of trappers in the courtyard corridor.

"Lord Song's kung fu is good!" He Zhukuai praised. He originally thought that the civil officials from this imperial city were as squeamish and weak as those literati. Now I feel like I'm biased.

This heartfelt compliment made Song Yiyao blush, and he pulled Tang Jingruo and wanted to leave.

"Who are these two adults?" A woman asked from the back of the crowd. The voice is delicate and light.

"Yo, Miss Table. You're coming. These two are adults from the Imperial City! ”

The little official standing in front of her hurriedly saluted and replied.

Doesn't this mean that she didn't answer her question, Miss Qu Lian covered her face with a handkerchief and chuckled:

"I don't know which two adults?"

Only then did the little official realize that he had just waited and didn't say anything. Busy blushing and said:

"It's Marquis Mingyuan and the left servant of the Criminal Department."

Marquis Mingyuan and that champion Lang, Qu Lian's eyes lit up, and she took the maid to the residence of the city guard lady behind.

Behind him, Song Yiyao glanced at her back strangely.

In the middle of the night, when everything was silent, a woman quietly walked to the front of the house and pushed the door open.

She took a deep breath and, taking advantage of the moonlight, touched the bed. Reaching out, he was about to tear off the shirt he was wearing.

With a bang, the cold sword had arrived between the necks.

"Assassins?"

It turned out that as early as when the woman pushed the door open, Tang Jingruo, who had always been asleep, had already woken up.

The woman's courage was shattered, and she said cautiously with a crying voice:

"Little Marquis spare his life! Slave slave slave is here to serve you! ”

"Get dressed. Honestly, who asked you to come? ”

Tang Jingruo turned his head away from looking at her, frowned, lit a candle with one hand, and his voice was as cold as being soaked in ice.

The room suddenly lit up, and the woman uncomfortably pulled up her clothes. Said:

"Slave maid, slave maid is happy with the little marquis, and came voluntarily."

looked familiar, it seemed to be a maid in this house, a maid was so bold, Tang Jingruo definitely didn't believe it. It is not his style to embarrass a maid who listens to people's instructions. Tang Jingruo put the sword back into its sheath and said:

"Go out, Ben Hou can act as if this didn't happen."

The woman bit her lip. understood the meaning of Tang Jingruo's words, and seeing that there was only a dead end if he persisted, he could only turn around and leave.

After closing the door, Tang Jingruo sat back on the bed, and was about to take off his robe, when he thought of someone, grabbed his sword, and hurried out of the room.

Since someone will come to seduce him, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not attack Song Yiyao.

In the next room, moonlight poured in through the window.

The maid standing next to the bed hesitated, screamed several times and didn't wake up, holding a handkerchief, gently trying to help the person lying on the bed wipe his sweat.

Song Yiyao, who was sweating on his forehead, was having a nightmare, and in the dream, the fire was like a dragon, rushing towards her, like a monster opening its bloody mouth. It seems that the next second it will swallow her directly. And the scorching temperature, like a fire cage, there is nowhere to escape.

The fire dragon was hideous and terrifying, she ran and ran hard, and dodged, but a child suddenly appeared where the fire dragon rushed!

No! She sat up violently, a cold sweat on her back. I'm afraid of it again and again.

Coincidentally, the beautiful maid had just put down her handkerchief and was about to climb into bed, when the two came face to face.

"Ahh The maid was frightened and sat down on the ground.

Two screams came out at the same time, and with a bang, the door was kicked open from the outside, Tang Jingruo was so aggressive that he didn't look at the maid on the ground:

"Get out if you don't want to die."

Then he took three steps and made two steps, walked to the bed and asked, "Are you alright?" ”

The maid hurriedly grabbed her clothes, did not dare to raise her head, and trotted out.

Why is the little marquis here, is he still dreaming? Song Yiyao stretched out his hand and pinched Tang Jingruo's face accurately, with force.

Tang Jingruo, who was worried, put his heart back into his stomach again.

The fire in the dream was overwhelming, and that sadness could not be dissipated in her heart for a long time.

It's a dream, the little marquis didn't cry out in pain. Since it was a dream, she hugged the person in front of her violently. Tears fell like beads.

"I just had a nightmare, and I blame the Red Regiment for scaring me with the fire, and I don't care if I go back to beat it!"

Because of the messy fingers on his face, Tang Jingruo was about to get angry, and was suddenly hugged by him, his arms stiffened helplessly, and comforted: "Okay, okay, okay, I'll help you beat it." ”

It must have been a nightmare, the person in front of him was crying so sadly, and his heart was also tugging.

It turns out that this is what it is like to be connected to a person, and I can't see him crying and frowning, and I can't see him sad and sad. No matter how unafraid he was before, he had weaknesses from now on.

The stiffened arm slowly rested on her back, gently patting and soothing, and speaking softly.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we'll beat it when we go back."

The man on his shoulder cried and cried, and then there was no sound, and he fell asleep crying. Tang Jingruo reluctantly asked him to lie down and cover the quilt, and his doubts were inextricably linked, and he was entangled.

Song Yiyao's voice just now, why did it look like a woman? But his Adam's apple is clearly there, and he can't fake it. Maybe I'm too sleepy and confused, so I'm thinking too much.

At noon, the castle keeper invited the four of them to have a meal together. However, the two could only go as promised.

"Oops!" At the corner of the garden, Qu Lian rushed out violently, and her feet fell, but she did not crash into the arms of a person as expected. Instead, because he couldn't control it, he fell to the ground head-on.

As for the original target, the little marquis jumped away from the eight zhangs, not only dodging himself, but also taking Song Yiyao away by the way.

"Are you alright, girl?"

When Song Yiyao reacted to what was happening, he ran over and squatted down and asked.

But when I ran over, I ran over, and my expression was also very concerned, but I didn't reach out to help.

It's a shame too! Qu Lian raised her head faintly, stretched out a soft and boneless hand, and tried to perform the drama she designed:

"Can Childe help me?"

Song Yiyao showed pity, but he refused to stretch out his hand: "Men and women don't kiss." Judging by your clothes, you should also be a young lady from which house. Where's your maid? ”

Encountering such incomprehensible two masters, Qu Lian could only get up by herself with hatred: "Little woman Qu Lian, Mrs. City Shou is my aunt, I don't know who the two sons are?" ”

"In the lower Song Yiyao, this is the Marquis of Mingyuan." For the beauty's deliberate accosting, Song Yiyao reciprocated with a kind smile.

Last night's incident, Tang Jingruo could more or less guess what it meant, so he kept a cold face.

Song Yiyao didn't know anything, and he was still enthusiastic about answering questions.

Guan Yu is also a person who can pick up the conversation, so although there are two icebergs, this meal is not cold.

"Lord Song, what's wrong with your eyes?"

was asked about his eyes again, and Song Yiyao was already able to do it without changing his face:

"I stayed up late reading last night, and when I woke up, my eyes became like this, the old problem is not in the way."

Lord Castle Guard didn't expect to get such an answer, and sincerely flattered:

"Lord Song is so hardworking, I really should let my uncompetitive child learn from you."

The castle keeper lowered her head, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face.

When Qu Lian saw it, she hurriedly smiled and said:

"Brother Qingchuan usually works very hard, I heard that I got a compliment from Mr. two days ago!"

The castle guard joked with a smile: "You! I don't know how much benefit Qingchuan has given you! ”

The family flattered each other, but did not let the scene cool down, and at the end of the meal, the castle guard asked in order to express the care of the master's family:

"Are you two still in the habit of living in Shuncheng these days? If there's anything you're not used to, just tell me. ”

Tang Jingruo, who had been silent, suddenly spoke:

"I'm quite used to living in Shuncheng, but the security of the city guard doesn't seem to be very good."

The castle watchman's surprised questioning promised that the night watchmen would step up their patrols, and his expression did not seem to be fake. Tang Jingruo's face eased a little.

He rarely spoke so politely, Song Yiyao felt strange, and saw that the face of the city guard lady on the side was wrong. I couldn't understand what was going on.

After the luncheon was over and said goodbye to everyone, Song Yiyao returned to the room, turned around, and almost screamed.

In the middle of the floor of the room, there was the skeleton of a little girl. As if they had been dug out of the snow, the bones were still frosty.

If it weren't for the fact that the corpse was exactly the same as Eleven, she would have remembered what was going on at once, and she would have thought that this was a murder scene!

Ah Yun kept her very well, and the scars on her body were still clearly visible. Seeing Eleven's bones, Song Yiyao's heart could be regarded as letting go.

She took out the talisman that she had drawn a long time ago, set up the formation, and asked Ah Yun to help Eleven change into new clothes, comb her hair, wipe her little face, and then start chanting a spell to summon spirits.

"Brother Song!" There was a burst of white light, and in the middle of the formation, two familiar figures appeared.

I haven't seen him for a long time, Ah Jiu and Eleven excitedly rushed to Song Yiyao's side, and greeted him with a word.

"Well, it's a matter of business to call you here. Eleven, do you remember it? ”

Afraid of scaring the little master, and afraid that the little master would not recognize her, Ah Yun had turned back into a bird, and when she saw the soul of the little master, she chirped excitedly with red eyes.

Eleven didn't have amnesia about his childhood, and remembered it almost immediately when he saw it.

"It's, it's the bird I had when I was a kid! I also named it Ah Yun at the time! ”

The little master remembers it! Ah Yun's excited tears couldn't stop falling, slamming on the table and spreading her wings.

Eleven hurriedly floated over: "Ah Yun is good, don't cry, don't cry." I can't hold you now. You seem to have grown up a little. That's nice! ”

It is their fate to be able to see each other again, fate is such a thing, it is really wonderful, Song Yiyao was full of emotion in his heart, and walked out softly and closed the door.