In the evening, Mao Mao Xiaoxue stopped, but the weather became colder and colder, Zhao Xian carried a wine jar and two oil paper bags, walking alone in the alley, a trace of the aroma of roast chicken came out of the paper bag. Zhao Xian had a little drunkenness on his face, Ling Yue's little fat man toasted him as if he didn't want to die, Rao was Zhao Xian's mass, and he was also poured seven meat and eight vegetables, Hu Yidao drank down, and was carried back by him, but until now, Zhao Xian didn't think clearly, why Ling Yue invited him to eat flower wine.

After going home, he looked at the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard, Huayu still didn't come back, Zhao Xian always felt that everything was wrong today, Huayu never returned late, even if he went out to do something, he would leave a note for him not to worry, but there was no sound at all today, which was very abnormal. However, because of the drowsiness, Zhao Xian didn't think too much, put a fragrant roast chicken in the kitchen, and went back to his room.

Zhao Xian first observed in the courtyard a few times, there were no footprints on the snow, and the copper lock on the door was also untouched, and after making sure that the other two assassins had not found this place, he opened the door and walked in.

"Yikes!" Zhao Xian was startled when he came in, and he woke up a little drunk, the house was turned over in a mess, like a thief, bottles and cans of clothes and bedding were everywhere, and his carefully prepared 'diet pills' were scattered all over the ground. And the female assassin was huddled in the red futon, leaning against the wall at the head of the bed, her face was much better, but her lips were dry and white, and her hair was scattered, as if she had been ravaged, and her little face was very pitiful.

"What's that?" The female assassin brushed the long hair that fell down in front of her forehead with her fingers, raised her eyes and swept Zhao Xian, barely revealing a hint of a smile, drooping her eyelids, and said weakly: "Such a big man, there is no food in the house, and there is not even saliva, my sister is dying of thirst." As if smelling the aroma of roast chicken, she stretched out her little tongue and licked her lips, but she couldn't bear to look at Zhao Xian's hand.

This woman, really self-cooked, has made this place her home? Zhao Xian scolded secretly, kicked away the broken jar under his feet, and said coldly: "Boldly annihilate the thief, assassinate the court officials in broad daylight, is it really impossible for me to be the main beam?" Since you can move, come with me to the yamen to apologize. ”

The female assassin's long eyelashes, bent into a small moon, lightly covered her lips and yawned, and said weakly: "Wouldn't it be better to send it early, why wait until now?" ”

Zhao Xian saw that he couldn't deceive this female assassin, so he also put away his fierce expression, the reason why he was this woman was because of those two sentences of 'poetry', because 'sleeping in a grass house and closing your eyes' is really immoral, this woman knows that she will suffer, and she has to remind her that such a pure person really doesn't look like a wicked person, Zhao Xian saved her life for this, which is considered to be benevolent and righteous.

Seeing that the female assassin didn't treat herself as an outsider, Zhao Xian snorted lightly and said: "I saved you because I had a relationship with you, and I didn't want you to be in the wilderness, I was just a civilian, and I couldn't afford to assassinate the court officials, so I could move and leave quickly, don't drag me down." ”

The female assassin nodded obediently and said with a playful smile: "I know that you are not so ruthless, for the sake of you saving my life, I will forgive you for other things." As he spoke, he wrapped himself in a futon and stretched out a white and tender arm, wanting to take the roast chicken.

"Anything else?" Zhao Xian was angry and funny, raised his hand slightly, dismantled the roast chicken, tore off a shiny chicken leg and gnawed it, and said, "Kind and kind to save you, if you don't repay me?" There are other things, have I ever done anything sorry for you? ”

The female assassin's hand was empty, the smile on her face gradually dissipated, her little tongue licked her lips, with a hint of shame, and complained: "You are kind enough to save me, my sister naturally remembers it, but who took off the clothes on my body?" Seeing Zhao Xian nibbling on the fragrant chicken legs, the female assassin couldn't help but swallow her saliva, screamed a few times in her stomach, her face was slightly red, and she looked to the side and continued to put on a cold expression.

Zhao Xian was happy in his heart, looked back at the female assassin, and said with a smile: "Illness is not taboo for medical treatment, in a hurry, there is too much to take care of, if you really want to rely on me because of this, I can't help it." Speaking of this, Zhao Xian shook his head and sighed, women in this era are still too conservative, and they are twisted and pinched to see a doctor, and there is a female doctor in the city, and those women would rather wait until the condition worsens, but also invite Huayu to go, and do not want to invite a male doctor, which is really incomprehensible.

"To put it lightly, the shoulder hurts, and it is necessary to take off all the clothes of the whole body?" Although the female assassin's face was ashamed and angry, she thought that Zhao Xian had seriously treated her injuries and did not touch her body, her attitude was still calm, and she did not mean to question, but seemed to complain.

Zhao Xian was speechless for a while, he didn't still keep his dirty clothes and pants, and he didn't strip you naked, he knew that you would say this, so he took you off and touched you first. But think about it, in this era, taking off like that is basically no different from stripping. Zhao Xian didn't refute her words, but just explained: "Your clothes are full of blood, and you can't freeze out if you stick to your body, so it's for your good to take it off for you." ”

The female assassin's eyes rolled, and she really couldn't find a reason to refute it, and no matter how much she calculated, she was suspected of being ungrateful, so she smiled, and the coldness on her face disappeared, and said: "Little brother, you are really warm-hearted, you are moved to death sister, my name is Yijun, you can call me Sister Yijun, since you help people, you have to help to the end, I squatted on the street yesterday for a night, and I haven't eaten yet, leave me a chicken leg, and then get me some water." ”

Yijun's consciousness made Zhao Xian admire for a while, he thought that he was extremely thick-skinned, and he couldn't ask people for food and drink, and he was still arrogant.

Zhao Xian lifted the chicken leg again, dodged the hand that came to snatch, looked at Yijun's white and tender arms and smooth fragrant shoulders, and his heart swayed slightly. Yijun's posture is many times better than those dusty women, and he can't resist when he is injured, if Zhao Xian has that meaning, tonight is definitely very comfortable. The drunkenness slowly floated up again, Zhao Xian licked his dry cough lips, shook the chicken leg in his hand, and said temptingly: "Do you want to eat?" ”

Zhao Xian's drunken appearance, the silver light in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest, and it was really a little scary for Yijun, who had no ability to resist. Yijun didn't expect Zhao Xian to have such an idea, he was angry and brainy, but he couldn't have a seizure under the fence, so he just retracted his smooth arm into the futon and complained: "Taking advantage of people's danger is not what a man should do, a chicken leg wants to change my sister's body, it's too naïve." ”

This woman, what is in her head, is not reserved at all, with this surname, being an oiran will definitely make more money than a killer. Zhao Xian sighed secretly, surprised by Yijun's pungent words. He didn't plan to really let Yijun 'repay' him, he raised his hand and threw the roast chicken to Yijun, and the wine jar was also placed next to the bed, and then lay on his back at the foot of the bed, relaxing and gasping for a few breaths, so many things happened today, his mind was very messy, and he wanted to sleep in a daze.

"Really, teasing my sister again." Seeing that Zhao Xian was just joking, deliberately leading her to want to be crooked, Yijun's face turned red, and she complained with disgust, feeling that Zhao Xian's arm was pressing her calf, she hurriedly shrank her foot back. Yijun picked up the roast chicken, a little embarrassed, but couldn't bear the hunger in her stomach, hurriedly opened the oil paper bag, and slowly gnawed on the small bite, because the mouth was too dry, and the stomach was hungry, she ate a little anxiously, accidentally choked, her pretty face was red, and tears were about to choke out.

Yijun covered his chest, looked at Zhao Xian for help, and said uncomfortably: "You... Belch... Get me water first..."

"What a nuisance!" Zhao Xian just closed his eyes, and was awakened again, seeing Yijun's painful appearance, he shook his head impatiently, turned over and opened the wine jug and handed it to her, Yijun immediately took it and poured it hard, but unfortunately it was too fierce, and he was almost choked, coughing violently, and his eyes were full of tears, especially when coughing, a piece of white flowers under the bedding trembled, trembling and trembling, and the attractive scenery appeared from time to time.

This woman actually stripped naked, Zhao Xian coughed lightly, and the wine woke up a little, and he couldn't control the random glance of his eyes. In the morning, Yijun was dressed in a black strong suit, his face was as pale as paper, and he failed to leave an impression, but now his black hair was scattered, and his face returned to blood.

"This wine is so strong!" Yijun spit out a few breaths of fragrant little tongue, and it took a long time to recover, with a flush on his face, which looked a little charming. She put the wine jug carefully on the bed, raised her hand lightly and swept the hair on her sideburns, and with the flick of her fingers, a snowy arm was revealed, and suddenly, she frowned in pain, and turned her head to see that the snow-white shoulder, because the coughing action was too big, blood oozed from the bandaged cotton cloth, and the wound was obviously opened.

Zhao Xian was really speechless at the crazy woman, got up and tore some clean cotton cloth, poured out some self-brewed liquor, and soaked it in the wine.

Yijun saw Zhao Xian's movements, and couldn't help but wonder: "What are you doing?" ”

"I'm going to give you medicine." Zhao Xian opened the small medicine box, took out the good gold sore medicine inside, and said, "If the wound is not treated in time, it will leave a scar." ”

For such a thing as skin, Yijun naturally cares a lot, but she still doesn't understand, and asks: "If you take medicine, you will take medicine, what are you doing with cotton cloth in wine?" ”

"Sanitize!" Zhao Xian always felt very tired when talking to this woman, he sat at the head of the bed, with the cotton medicine in his hand, and motioned for Yijun to lift the quilt.

Yijun hesitated for a moment, unwilling to move for a long time, when she fainted, out of sight was pure, as if it had never happened, but now let her lie there in front of Zhao Xian, **, it was really a little embarrassing, how could she say that she was also a woman, but she was not arrogant to that extent. Yijun thought about it, and only faded the futon to the part above the crisp chest, revealing two full semicircles with a trace of curvature and smooth shoulders, before asking tentatively: "That's it, okay?" She put on a pitiful expression again, looking at Zhao Xian weakly, as if she was afraid that he would not agree, such a cute appearance, how could she be like a murderous assassin.

I didn't let you open it all. Zhao Xian was amused by the woman's tone of discussion, so he nodded, did not speak, opened the cotton cloth that had been bandaged in the morning, and saw that the wound was only a wound the size of a fingernail, but because the flesh was very deep, it could not heal quickly, and the blood slowly seeped out from inside.

Zhao Xian gently wiped it a few times with an alcohol cotton, wiped off all the residual medicine, and thoroughly washed the wound.

The rough big hand held Yijun's fragrant shoulder, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, her body trembled inexplicably, and was touched by a strange man, so intimately touched the skin, although the disease is not contraindicated, but this scene still made Yijun's cheeks slightly red, closed her eyes and pretended not to see anything, but she could obviously feel the fiery snort spraying on the skin, and her heart was full of discomfort.

Yijun's crisp chest bulged, slightly revealing a touch of tender white, because of the wound, Zhao Xian's arm kept rubbing on it, and the soft feeling made Zhao Xian secretly swallow his saliva, after all, he is a normal man, there is a problem if he doesn't react, Zhao Xian didn't deliberately avoid this kind of half-exposed scene, it was regarded as compensation for saving people, anyway, he wouldn't die after a few glances.

After washing the wound and applying the golden medicine to bandage it, Zhao Xiancai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, don't make any more big moves, otherwise you will leave a scar, no man wants it, don't blame me." ”

Yijun opened her eyes and looked at her shoulder, the wound was neatly bandaged, and even the pain disappeared a lot, Yijun pulled the futon up and shrunk back into the quilt, she showed a satisfied smile, and unexpectedly floated Zhao Xian a few times, and praised: "I didn't see it, you still know how to heal, and being a little blacksmith is really condescending." ”

This morning, Yijun ambushed Shen Lingshan, lying on the roof can be seen clearly, Zhao Xian's handwriting she saw the day before yesterday, the handwriting is indeed very good, although the conversation is vulgar and straightforward, but there is some truth, if Zhao Xian has not read for a few years, Yijun does not believe it, so she, like Shen Lingshan, is curious why Zhao Xian is only a small blacksmith.

Zhao Xian was very satisfied with this evaluation, he shook his long flowing hair, and said with a sullen face: "Being a blacksmith is just my hobby, I know everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, astronomy and geography, but I am relatively low-key, I want to be a hermit, and I don't want to show it." "Chess is a backgammon, Zhao Xian has been crisscrossing the south of the city for more than ten years, and no one has ever been able to beat him, and even the flower language is endless.

Yijun looked disbelieving, looked left and right at the hut, on the walls of the house, except for a few strange portraits, there were some strange bottles and cans, and there was nothing left. Yijun couldn't help but shake his head and smiled: "I believe in calligraphy and painting, but I can't see the 'qin', you don't even have a flute in this room, it seems to be a person who understands music, don't you want to fool my sister and me." ”

"Who says you need an instrument to play a tune?" Zhao Xian glanced at Yijun, lightly pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and his lips skillfully blew out the original world-popular tune, but unfortunately there were no leaves in the house, otherwise the effect would be better.

Yijun's eyes lit up slightly, this strange tune and peculiar way of playing opened her eyes, her face was full of surprise, and she also pursed her red lips, and imitated it, although there was a voice, but she couldn't blow the tone, she couldn't help but admire: "The little brother is really versatile, even if my sister uses the flute, she can't play such a beautiful tune." ”

? Zhao Xian's voice paused slightly, licked his lips, and turned his head to look at Yijun, the cherry red and tender seductive lips seemed to have infinite attraction, teasing Zhao Xian somewhere in his body. His heart fluttered, with a hint of discoloration in his eyes, and he asked evilly, "You say, you can blow the flute?" ”

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