Qing Ying felt the same when she heard him say this, so she stopped dwelling on this and asked, "Zhang Teng, what time is it?"

Zhang Teng looked out the window and replied, "About a certain hour." ”

Qing Sakura let out an "oh" and suddenly stopped talking.

Zhang Teng felt that he was still in the other party's room so late, and it affected her rest, and the other party was embarrassed to ask him to leave. So, he immediately realized and said, "It's not too early, I should go back to my room to rest." I'll put this box in front of your bed so that you can use it so you can rest early. ”

After saying that, he packed up the things around him, picked up the wooden box and turned around to leave.

"Hey, Zhang Teng......" Qing Ying suddenly shouted to stop Zhang Teng, and stopped talking.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Zhang Teng asked looking back at her suspiciously.

"Forget it, no...... It's okay......" Harukura lowered her head and whispered, for some reason, at this moment she gave people an unprecedented feeling of cowardice.

When Zhang Teng saw her say this, his brows furrowed slightly, but he was embarrassed to ask, so he had to say, "Okay, you rest early, I'll go back." ”

He lowered his head and straightened the strap of the wooden box, and stepped out the door.

"Zhang Teng!" Qing Ying stopped him from behind, and said hesitantly, "Can you stay and talk to me again......?" I couldn't sleep, I was flustered, inexplicably scared, and I always felt like there was something around me. ”

"Can't sleep?"

Zhang Teng turned around, he looked at Qing Ying, only to see her sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands nervously clutching her belt, her forehead was sweating, her face was a little pale, her eyes were panicked, and the cherry lips were also bloody, like a wounded rabbit, causing pity.

He thought of one thing, excessive blood loss, which can lead to arrhythmias, palpitations.

Looking at the appearance of the sunny cherry blossoms, it should be like this at this time. Otherwise, how could she not sleep, and unexpectedly asked him to stay and chat with her.

Although she is a Lingliu Realm martial artist and a secret agent of the imperial court, she is no different from an ordinary girl, she is just as thin-skinned and cares about her reputation. If she was not forced to do so, how could she take the initiative to let a young person of the opposite sex like Zhang Teng stay. Even if no one sees this and doesn't gossip, it will make Zhang Teng think that she is a dissolute person and look down on her.

Zhang Teng walked up to Qing Ying, first probed her forehead, then shook her hands, and found that they were very cold.

Haru Sakura didn't move the whole time, kept her head down, and didn't look at him.

Zhang Teng held her fragrant shoulder, held her hand, and said, "Go to bed, lie down, I will accompany you." ”

Qing Sakura was very obedient and did it one by one, she was a little embarrassed, but she didn't have the courage to let him go.

Zhang Teng helped her cover the quilt and said, "You wait a minute, I'll come when I go." ”

She hurriedly grabbed Zhang Teng's arm and asked, "Zhang Teng, where are you going?"

"I'll go get the flute, and it's hanging there. Zhang Teng pointed to a bamboo flute on the wall, because Nie Qingniang didn't bring the one he sent him, he temporarily asked Mo Qiong for one, and used it to practice in his spare time to pass the time.

When Nie Qingniang was leaving, she gave him homework, although I don't know if she will come back, I don't remember it, but Zhang Teng still needs to practice from time to time, which can be regarded as prepared. In fact, he had a feeling that he would definitely meet Nie Qingniang again. Perhaps, not in Suining, but somewhere else.

"Hmm. Qing Ying nodded, understanding what he wanted to do, and let go of Zhang Teng. She didn't expect him to play the flute, so she couldn't help but look forward to it.

Zhang Teng took off the flute, put the wooden box on his back on the ground, wiped it slightly with his sleeve, and then smiled at Qing Ying and said, "It's not very good, don't laugh at me." ”

"No, you blow, I'll listen. Harukura said, looking at him intently, waiting for him to play.

Zhang Teng thought for a while and decided to play a song "Immortal", which is a popular ancient style song on the modern Chinese Internet, with a soothing rhythm and pleasant sound, just suitable for listening at night, easy to make people fall asleep. After a while, the melodious sound of the flute sounded, and it came out of the room and spread far away.

Immortal song sound jade flute spirit

The wine cup is clear

The sword dance is light

Dashing over the shadow of the white robe

The new hall is finely carved with gold

The sound is loud

A thick ink to leave a poetic frenzy

The jade-robed sword is graceful

......

While playing, Zhang Teng silently recited the lyrics in his heart, and his memory traveled through time and space, returning to the past China, thinking of his parents, sister, classmates, friends, and many, many other people......

While listening, Qing Ying looked at Zhang Teng infatuatedly, a pair of beautiful eyes reflecting the lights and candles in the room, as well as his face, figure, and the flute.

At this moment, an unprecedented feeling rose in her heart, tranquil, warm and fulfilling......

Early the next morning, when Qing Sakura woke up, there was no longer Zhang Teng in front of the bed, and there was a prepared breakfast meal on the table and a note.

Haru Sakura got out of bed, walked over to the table, picked up the note and looked at it, it said: Take care of yourself. At the bottom of the note, there were two words "Zhang Teng", which were strong and powerful, with iron pens and silver hooks, and the ink had not dried.

She looked up at the wall, and the bamboo flute on it had been hung back, and the sound of the flute from last night was still in her ears, haunting her dreams, and it seemed a little unreal.

Qing Sakura held the note in the palm of her hand, she looked out of the wall, a shallow smile appeared on her face, and said softly: "Little rascal, be careful all the way, go early and return early." ”

At the same time, Zhang Teng stood at the intersection leading to Suining, glanced back, smiled slightly, and strode forward with the wooden box on his back......

Sheng'an County.

On the official road, a wide carriage was galloping.

Pulling the cart are two scimitar-horned demon horses, they are second-level demon beasts, with two scient-horned firsts, similar to the crooked horns of sheep, with a tall and vigorous body, and their body size is twice as large as that of ordinary horses. In the same way, whether it is their speed, endurance, physical strength, etc., they are much higher than ordinary horses.

Of course, the carriages behind them are also very different from ordinary carriages.

It is more than two zhang long, half a zhang wide, seven feet high, the whole body is made of iron wood, the surface is reddish-brown, some patterns are carved around the corners, and the windows are opened on both sides. The body of the carriage is carved with two large golden characters of "Shuntong" on the front and back of the carriage, and there is a wolf running pattern in the upper right corner of the front and rear of the car, and the middle is marked with two slightly smaller silver fonts of "Twelve".

Under the carriage are two pairs of large red wheels, made of steel and wood, and the outside of the wheels is wrapped in a large circle of rubber black rubber, so that when the whole carriage runs, it is fast and stable, and it is more than one grade better than ordinary carriages.

In the carriage, there were more than a dozen people, men and women, old and young.

The three drivers were a middle-aged coachman with a hat, who was expressionless, pulling the reins in one hand and holding a whip in the other, and was engrossed in driving the two scient-horned demon horses in front of him.

At this time, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young passenger in white in the carriage asked the coachman, "Coachman, how long will it take to get to Pingyang Town?"

The middle-aged coachman replied, "A quarter of an hour, it's almost here." ”

The young man in white frowned and said, "It's going to take another quarter of an hour, and I don't know if I can catch it in time, hey, it's all to blame on those damn Ximanhu people, if it weren't for them running around in Yunxia, why would my trip be delayed again and again." ”

At this time, an old man dressed as a servant next to him persuaded: "Young master, don't complain, it's good that we can reach Pingyang smoothly, after all, there is still more than a month before the enrollment of the Martial Academy, and it doesn't matter if you delay some time, it's too late." ”

The white-clothed young man nodded and said proudly: "You are right, as long as I come back, the waste in the town will not be enough to see, and I have won the quota of the county martial arts academy!"

"Big brother, are you a martial arts cultivator? What realm are you? Can I learn martial arts from me?" a five or six-year-old child in the carriage suddenly asked, he looked at him innocently, his eyes full of admiration and expectation.

"Xiaocheng, don't ask!" The young father of the child reprimanded, and then he said apologetically to the young man, "I'm really sorry, the child is not sensible, and please don't be surprised by this son." ”

The white-clothed young man glanced at him and said with a disdainful expression: "Hmph, if you don't know martial arts, this young master will naturally not have the same knowledge as you. ”

The child's father turned red, and said with a sneer: "Yes, yes, the son is magnanimous, it's better for me to wait, and I'll thank you again." ”

Seeing his father's humble attitude, the child looked puzzled, he was about to speak, the young mother next to him pulled him in front of him, she stared at him sternly, and whispered: "Xiaocheng! Adults speak, children don't interject! Don't talk casually in the future, let alone talk to strangers, remember?"

The child nodded with a frightened face: "Remember, mother!"

"Okay, from now on, don't talk, get out of the car and talk about something. Do you know?"

"Got it. ”

"Well, Xiao Cheng is good. ”

Seeing this, the young man in white smiled coldly and did not speak, but turned his gaze to the other people in the carriage. In the carriage, in addition to the young couple with a small child before, and their old and young master servants, there were seven other people.

Three of them were middle-aged men, carrying baskets full of goods, like peddlers. The other one is a middle-aged man dressed as a tenant, one is a peasant girl with simple clothes and an ordinary appearance, with big breasts and hips, one is an old woman with dark skin and rough bones, and one is a handsome young man with a wooden box.

The handsome young man was dressed in black, with a black sheath weapon like a sword hanging from his waist, and a jujube red wooden box on the right side, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate.

The peasant girl's gaze lingered on the black-clothed young man, always peeking at the other party's face, her eyes full of obsession and longing.

It was an extremely good-looking young man's face, with facial features like knives and axes, clear water chestnut horns, young and handsome, tender and white, ruddy, and a hint of childishness, which was pleasing to the eye.

Of course, it's not just the girl who looks at the boy in black, everyone in the carriage is watching, it's just that they don't see it as often as the girl, but they just look at it from time to time.

When it comes to beautiful things, people are born with a heart of affection and affection, and it is difficult to resist.

Most of the men in the carriage are not as hot as peasant girls, but mostly appreciative and curious.

At this time, the eyes of the young man in white slowly swept over everyone, and his gaze stayed in front of the majestic bosom of the peasant girl for a while, and finally fell on the young man in black.