Yang Fan stared at the direction in which the little palace maid disappeared, and did not say anything about the bridge.

Ma Qiao didn't know why, but he knew some secrets about the court.

He knew that by the side of Wu Zetian, who lived deep in the inner palace, there was a secret liliang named Plum Blossom Neiwei. In terms of Wu Zetian's fabrication of evidence to kill the Li Tang clan and the removal of some opposition liliang who could not be publicly executed, the internal guards made a great contribution.

Yang Fan had only seen some records about the plum blossom guards from the official plan, and he didn't know their dress and specific responsibilities, but he just saw a little plum blossom between the little fairy's eyebrows, and somehow, he thought of this mysterious organization.

At this time, the two figures that swept past the wall and the two ghost cries of Ma Qiao had already alarmed Wuhou, who was patrolling the night. Someone shouted, "Who is on the street at night?" "In the distance, a bunch of lights came in the distance. Yang Fan and Ma Qiao saw that they had no time to say more, and immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.

The two of them have long been accustomed to walking in this workshop, knowing every grass and tree, every brick and tile, the two of them walked all the way, specifically avoiding the main road, and after a while, they got rid of Wuhou, rushed to the vicinity of the two people's residences, raised their hands to each other, and then flashed into their own courtyard with the stolen goods.

Ma Qiao flashed into his courtyard, stood still, looked around sneakily, and took out something from his arms, which was soft and fluffy, and shook it open, as if it was a silk cloth.

Ma Qiao leaned up, sniffed deeply, and said to himself, "It's so fragrant!" The eldest lady of the Huang family is a woman in her thirties, and she still wears such a gorgeous scarb, hey! ”

Ma Qiao took the bust of the group of women into his arms, tiptoed forward and pushed the door, the old lady really left the door for him, Ma Qiao flashed into the door, put down the latch, and the light came out of the door.

When the lights of Ma Qiao's house were turned on, a ghostly figure flashed in the alley where Yang Fan lived, he was silent for a moment, observed the movements left and right, and saw that there was no sound on the cross street, so he flew over and threw himself into another alley.

This figure is surprisingly fast, and he is very familiar with the terrain of the square, and he is in the alleys and alleys. Soon returned to the head of the wall where Fang Cai Ma Qiao and Yang Fan were. He looked down at the blood on the wall, and then searched around as if he were looking for something.

A moment later, the man appeared beside the waterwheel, looked down at the ground, and muttered, "How shrewd! Actually went and returned, and escaped underwater. It's a pity that people are not as good as the sky, and they actually fainted here with excessive blood loss, and waited until dawn like this, but they were still inevitably caught. ”

The faint starlight shone on this person's face, it was Yang Fan who had just left. At his feet, there was a dark shadow lying quietly, most of which had crawled out of the stream, but its legs were still hanging in the water, and it was clearly the same as the assassin in his clothes, and he had fainted there, motionless.

Yang Fan looked down at him, his eyes kept flickering, and he seemed to hesitate and struggle, but looking at his unconscious appearance in the water, just like when he was kicked into the stream, Yang Fan didn't want to stand idly by. At last, he let out a sigh of relief, bent down, and hugged the half-submerged night walker.

As soon as the person entered his arms, Yang Fan was startled, and seemed to have found something, but his movements did not stop, just a little bit, and a big living person weighing one hundred and ten pounds was held in his arms, his movements were still extremely agile, and the half-human high earthen wall jumped over and quickly disappeared into the night.

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Drop the latch and light the lamp.

The light came on, and water poured over the room, illuminating the man lying flat on the couch.

Yang Fan stood in front of the candle flame with one hand, held the lamp and candle and slowly walked to the masked man he rescued, squatted down, put the lamp on the desk, and looked at "him" carefully. …,

The lights are dim, the people on the couch are drenched, the wet clothes are close-fitting, and the body curves are visible under his eyes.

After the thin silk clothes and trousers were soaked, they were wrapped around the delicate and convex body of this night walker, which could not cover up at all. The round thighs, slender, firm, and full, were under his nose, and the soaked clothes and pants were wrapped around his body, and even the lower abdomen was stretched out into a delicate shape by the wet thin pants.

Yang Fan's gaze quickly passed over there, including the curve of the female assassin's chest, and his gaze did not linger long. The female Assassin's body was undoubtedly beautiful, especially attractive to a teenager, but he did not desecrate the girl's body with his gaze.

He looked at the soaked face towel that was clinging to the girl's face, frowned slightly, lifted her neck, and took off the hood for her. The hood was taken off, revealing a beautiful green silk tied into a ponytail, and she was laid flat, and she looked at her by the light, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

This girl has a delicate appearance, and there is a kind of Jiangnan Yue girl's water and clarity. At this time, she was still in a coma, her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed in the coma, and she felt quite stubborn, but her pale cheeks showed a hint of helplessness.

Yang Fan's gaze wandered over her face for a moment, and then moved to her shoulder, where a hole had been broken, and no blood had flowed out at this time, and a trace of skin was faintly revealed in the hole in her clothes, and there was a wound on it.

Yang Fan frowned, walked to the corner of the house, opened a broken box, took a box out of it, returned to the girl, lifted the lid of the box, took out a pair of scissors from the box, gently picked up the clothes of the female assassin at the wound, and cut it down......

Yang Fan restrained the instinct to take a look, cut the clothes near her wound, took out a piece of flat white cloth from the box, opened a hole with a knife, and tore out a long strip with a "snort".

In this way, he tore out five white cloth straps, took out a small gourd from the box, bit off the gourd stopper with his mouth, and put one hand under the female assassin, holding her up slightly to the side.

The unconscious female assassin seemed to feel the pain, and let out a slight moan, Yang Fan aimed the gourd mouth at the bloody wound on the female assassin's back, quickly clicked some brown and yellow medicinal foam, and then put down the gourd, and gently pasted a white cloth belt ready for haode......

After flattening the female assassin's body, Yang Fan cast a spell in the same way, applying medicine to her front wound. The female assassin was stabbed in the shoulder with a thin gun, but fortunately she did not hurt her lungs and was treated in time, so her life would not be in danger. However, it is difficult to say whether it will hurt her muscles and veins and affect her martial arts.

Yang Fan applied the medicine, wrapped the cloth belt in a circle, and then picked up the second cloth belt, when he wrapped the third cloth belt, sweat stains had faintly appeared on his forehead, although he upheld the gentleman's courtesy, did not look at the wonderful female body, but the heart is one thing, instinct is another.

He is still a young man with strong blood, sometimes holding the girl's slender waist, sometimes holding up the girl's soft neck, sometimes wrapping the wound, no matter how carefully he dodges his gaze, the exquisite jade rabbit edge beauty haode shape and curve will inevitably fall into view, and his body has already had some instinctive reactions.

"Hmmm......"

After this toss, the female assassin groaned and woke up.

The female assassin's eyelashes were slightly open, and the light caught her eyes, and she couldn't help but be shocked, she quickly reached out and instinctively grabbed the sword!

Yang Fan snorted, and the whole person suddenly froze there.

"Who are you?"

The female assassin's eyes were misty for a moment, and she quickly became clear, looking at Yang Fan with some harshness. …,

"I ...... Be...... Save your life...... people! ”

The female assassin quickly glanced at the room, convinced that it was not an official, and asked, "Is this your home?" ”

A hint of discomfort and shyness appeared on Yang Fan's face: "That's ...... It's hard to talk! Girl...... Please let it go! ”

"Huh?"

The female assassin was slightly startled, and her eyes drooped, only to realize that what she was holding was hard, but not the hilt of her sword. She grabbed the man's crotch, and the female assassin's pale cheeks "whewed" a shocking flush. Her little hand trembled as if it had been stung by a scorpion, and it let go violently.

Yang Fan let out a long sigh of relief, due to the angle problem, his "gun" was almost ninety degrees by the female assassin's slender palm, fortunately, the "quality of the gun" was very passable, as soon as he let go, it was straight. Yang Fan bent over and said with some embarrassment: "There is really no evil thought in the bottom, just cutting clothes and wrapping wounds, it is inevitable to ......"

"Say no more!" The female assassin lowered her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and she used a fierce tone to hide her embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject: "The sword will return to me!" ”

"Uh, good!"

Yang Fan turned sideways, rushed to the cabinet, and took the long sword back.

The girl took the sword in her hand, and her expression was much more relaxed, as if with the sword in her hand, she had the greatest security.

She sighed, the blush on her face gradually dissipated, raised her eyes and looked at Yang Fan carefully, as if she had found something, and suddenly said, "Are you ...... The little ...... I just met Little ......"

Yang Fan smiled: "It's me." ”

A flash of suspicion flashed in the female assassin's eyes and she asked, "Why did you save me?" ”

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically: "Weishenme?" Save...... Need a reason too? ”

The female assassin stared at him and said, "I'm dressed like this, and I have a wound on my shoulder, you should be able to see that I'm not an ordinary person, and you're a thief, so you're not afraid of causing trouble for yourself?" ”

The female assassin asked, not because she was unkind. The case she did was really extraordinary, a person might help an injured person lying on the side of the road, but for a person who violated the royal law, would he dare to be generous? What's more, it was a thief who helped her, and she didn't dare to stay here for a moment without asking Yang Fan the reason for saving her.

Yang Fan seemed to hesitate for a moment and did not answer.

There was a faint murderous intent in the girl's eyes, and she said coldly: "Say! ”

Yang Fan coughed twice, as if he was forced out of the secret of his heart by an ordinary teenager, and said timidly: "This is Xiuwenfang, under the big elm tree in the west of the cross street of our Xiuwenfang, there is a family surnamed Xiao, and the Xiao family has a son named Qianyue ......."

The female assassin was stunned and said, "What does this have to do with my problem?" ”

P: Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple on the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple, knocking on the wooden fish to ask for a recommendation ticket......