"How about it, what do you think of the Yang Ping'an I found this time, but that person?" Dou Er's voice was as calm as ever, but this time there was a little excitement in it.

Lao Xiao turned his gaze to the window, stared at the downpour, and said sarcastically: "Over the years, you have found more than a dozen people, but what is the result? The other brothers also found that there were at least more than 1,000 people who reported to the adults, but after verification, they were not. If you want me to say, that man doesn't exist. ”

"Hehe, maybe you're right, that person really doesn't exist." Speaking of this, Dou Er got up and came to the window, standing with his hands in his hands, "Old Xiao, don't you think that Yang Ping'an is a little strange?" Strange boxing techniques, tofu, and these novelties are not mentioned for the time being, just talking about the Drunken Xiao Pavilion, there are too many coincidences.

When the Lord ordered you to close the natural residence and give up the mission, did you ever think that the Drunken Sky Pavilion would have today? Hehe, Drunken Sky Pavilion...... Yang Ping'an is successful, and Yang Ping'an is defeated, why is it so coincidental that he is involved in this matter? ”

"Perhaps, it's really a coincidence."

"There are too many coincidences, and that's where the most doubts lie." Dou Er leaned his hand out of the window, feeling the coldness of the rain, "The most important thing is that Liu Qingqing's woman is also interested in him!" ”

At the mention of Liu Qingqing, Lao Xiao suddenly stood up and walked behind Dou Er: "Could it be that you have a misunderstanding?" Those guys are so well hidden, and they haven't been seen for years, how can you find out so easily? ”

"Misunderstanding? Hmph, maybe. But once my guess is correct, it will be a great credit, and Yang Ping'an is the key to this, Liu Qingqing will definitely show his feet because of him! ”

"Boom"!

There was a roar of thunder in the sky again, and dazzling lightning pierced the night one after another, and the earth appeared bright for a moment, but finally it fell silent, and only the sound of torrential rain remained......

The Drunken Pavilion was seized the next time, and the reason was the scuffle last night. Such a big movement is not something that the county government can cover up by pretending to be deaf and dumb, and how many people have heard the earth-shattering shouts of killing.

There needs to be a conclusion to this matter, at least an explanation to the above. As the gateway to Luoyang, the eastern capital, Yanshi County cannot be chaotic, so the Zuixiao Pavilion must be sealed, and in addition, a scapegoat is also needed.

Shopkeeper Lu truly realized the coexistence and death of Zuixiao Pavilion. Feng Zhutou led people to the Drunken Xiao Pavilion in the rain, and as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw him hanging alone under the beams, out of breath. On the ground at his feet was a bloody book, detailing how he bought the murderous assassination of Yang Ping'an, as well as the reasons for his panic and suicide.

Whether the shopkeeper Lu really committed suicide is no longer within the consideration of the Yanshi County Order. Things have developed to the point where they are now, and there are enough explanations for all aspects, and that is enough.

Knowing these things, Yang Ping'an finally understood why Dou Er said last night that Zuixiao Pavilion would not poison him again in the short term.

In the days that followed, his life returned to peace. Whether it was Dou Er or Liu Qingqing, they did not appear, even if his grievances with Zuixiao Pavilion seemed to be revealed with the death of the shopkeeper Lu.

Yang Ping'an enjoys this life very much. Bai Yueli has a trio of oil powder to chat and fart with him, and at night he has to help Dong'er overcome his demons and dredge his body. Of course, lubrication before unclogging is important, so he has to incarnate at least Jiro every night.

The moon hangs on the tip, the flower shadow is sparse, the silver is sprinkled on the earth, and the night is peaceful.

"Ahh

"Hmm-"

A man's low roar and a woman's gasp came from the east chamber. In the dim and uncertain candlelight, I saw Yang Ping'an lying on Dong'er's back weakly, licking Dong'er's earlobe; Dong'er's small and delicate body was almost completely covered by him, her hair was scattered, her cheeks were flushed, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

After a long time, the two of them relieved themselves, Yang Ping'an turned over and lay on the bed, and took Dong'er into his arms casually. The latter rested obediently on his arm, one hand rubbing lightly against his chest.

"Dong'er, are you happy with me?"

"Happy?" Dong'er's eyes narrowed slightly, "The concubine doesn't know what happiness is, but she only knows that being able to follow her husband is the greatest blessing in the concubine's life." By the way, Xianggong, why don't you go to find Sister Qingqing these days? ”

Yang Ping'an was stunned: "What did you say?" ”

"Xianggong, Sister Qingqing is also a poor person, she is infatuated with you, Xianggong doesn't want to lose others."

Yang Ping'an hugged Dong'er tightly: "Me and her ...... Aren't you angry? ”

"Xianggong, the concubine can be by Xianggong's side in this life, and she will be content. It's just that the concubine has a humble status and is not worthy of the father. Unlike Sister Qingqing, who is knowledgeable and beautiful, she has a deep affection for Xianggong, and she can help Xianggong ......"

"Don't say any more, you stupid girl. Do you know, in my eyes, in my heart, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, the best woman. You always say that it is your blessing to meet me, do you know that it is also my blessing to meet you? ”

As he spoke, he flattened Dong'er, and pressed his gun and horse against Dong'er, first kissing him bitterly, and then his lips and the tip of his tongue swept across Dong'er's face. Through the snow-white neck, he finally stayed on Dong'er's crisp breasts, sucking like a baby, saying a few lingering love words from time to time, and his hands kept wandering around Dong'er's waist and legs.

"Hmm...... Xianggong ...... "Dong'er's eyes gradually blurred, her breath was delicate, and her hands involuntarily hugged the back of Yang Ping'an's head, and pressed down hard......

After a quarter of an hour's effort, Yang Ping'an lifted Dong'er's legs and looked down at Dong'er's hazy eyes: "You remember, you are the woman I love the most in my life." No matter what time it is, it will not change. I'm going in...... Hmmm......"

"Ah...... Hmmm......"

The previous spring light has not faded for the time being, and the indoor spring light is shining again. The shelf bed creaked and creaked, the bed shook as if it had been subjected to a strong wind, and the voices of men and women gradually became excited, piercing the night sky to hide the sound of insects.

"Sister, what's that sound? How did I hear Sister Dong'er's screams? Could it be that the bad guy beating Sister Dong'er? Sister, why are you red? Could it be that you have a fever? On the bed in the west wing, Su Jia's eyes widened, listening carefully to the voice coming from the east, waiting for Su Min's answer.

Damn silver thief! Su Min scolded secretly, clamped his legs and twisted his body, and at the same time covered Su Jia's ears: "Don't worry so much about adult affairs, go to bed early." ”

**Later, watching Dong'er fall asleep in his arms because he couldn't bear the tart, Yang Ping'an gradually fell into deep thought.

Dou Er, Lao Xiao, Purple Cloth; Feng Xiaobao, Drunken Sky Pavilion, Men in Black; What are the origins of these people? Who is the person behind Feng Xiaobao and Zuixiao Pavilion? How could I get involved with these people? Does Xiucai An really have any unusual identity?

Peeling back this series of questions, a bright light suddenly flashed in Yang Ping'an's mind. He found that everyone, including himself, had an overt or implicit relationship with Liu Qingqing.

"Liu Qingqing." Muttering in a low voice, a smile appeared on Yang Ping'an's face. Looking down at Dong'er who was sleeping in his arms, he kissed her lightly on the forehead and fell asleep with her.

It rose and fell, and in a blink of an eye, night fell, and Yang Ping'an came to the Flower Pavilion again with the trio of oil powder.

Under the arrangement of the pier, everything is as usual. The oil powder trio found a room, the six girls accompanied each other, and Yang Ping'an came to Liu Qingqing's boudoir. Only this time, the atmosphere has noticeably changed.

From the time the oily powder trio ate flower wine, to the time when they each hugged the two bewitching girls and fought in the room, Yang Ping'an had been sitting quietly in Liu Qingqing's room, silent.

He didn't speak, and Liu Qingqing was also silent, just looked at him, with tears in his eyes. In the dim dancing candlelight, there was a feeling of tearfulness and speechlessness.

After a long time, there were louder noises outside the window, and Yang Ping'an got up and walked to the door: "It's not early, I'm leaving." ”

"Childe!" Liu Qingqing whimpered, hurried to the door, and gently wrapped her arms around Yang Ping'an's back, "Childe, do you really want to abandon the slave family?" ”

Yang Ping'an remained silent, let Liu Qingqing hug him, and said softly: "I sent you back that night, but I was ambushed on the way back. If it weren't for Second Brother Dou sending someone to protect me, I'm afraid I would have died. ”

"Isn't Childe suspected that I colluded with thieves and assassinated Childe?" Liu Qingqing's tears flowed down, and her voice was full of sadness.

"What do you say?" Yang Ping'an stiffly broke Liu Qingqing's arm and turned to each other, "You once said that Second Brother Dou had bad intentions towards me, but what is the truth?" ”

Hearing his cold tone, Liu Qingqing burst into tears, and threw herself directly into Yang Ping'an's arms, sobbing: "Childe, you believe me, the slave family really doesn't know." The slave family has only the son in his heart, and he only hopes that one day the son can redeem himself for the slave family, and the slave family can always accompany the son, how can he collude with the thief and murder the son? ”

The beauty cried, like a cuckoo crying blood, and the endless grievances in the cry made Yang Ping'an unbearable. Slowly raising his arms and hugging Liu Qingqing's back, Yang Ping'an said softly: "Qingqing, have you ever heard that love is deeply responsible?" ”

"The depth of love?" Liu Qingqing muttered, looked up at each other with teary eyes, "Childe, there is really no slave family, how can you believe in the slave family, could it be that the slave family can only prove its innocence once it dies?" ”

"Don't!" Yang Ping'an suddenly hugged Liu Qingqing tightly, "I can't live without you, if you die, what's the point of me living in the world?" ”

His words, the sincerity of his words, and his tone were full of sincerity, as if he loved Liu Qingqing in his heart. The latter's body trembled, a pair of jade arms hooked his neck, delicate red lips took the initiative to send, and Lilac's soft tongue skillfully pried open his lips and teeth, looking for the same softness in his mouth.

Yang Ping'an also seemed to be emotional, and used all his strength to hold her tightly in his arms, stroking her the back with one hand, and kneading the tight buttocks with the other hand, kneading the tight buttocks flap, and going deep with his middle finger from time to time.

The two are like a couple of men and women in love, who have a misunderstanding because of something and gradually drift apart. When the misunderstanding was resolved, the two suddenly found that they couldn't part with each other in their hearts, and their feelings returned to their peak and broke out rapidly.

Yang Ping'an used his hand hard and hugged Liu Qingqing horizontally to his chest. Liu Qingqing's eyes closed lightly, her jade arms were tightly hooked, and her lips were never separated during the whole process, and the two softness were entangled in it.

It wasn't until he came to the couch and put Liu Qingqing on the couch that Yang Ping'an whispered, "Qingqing, can I stay tonight?" I can't wait for the day to redeem you......"