"Dao Chief, please stay, the little ones will go." Bai Zhi smiled sheepishly, and soon after exiting, the door creaked shut.

Bai Zhi stuck to the crack of the door, staring at about half a pillar of incense, and there was no movement in the room at all.

Bai Zhi rubbed her flattened nose and sighed melancholy, her face still unconcealable with joy.

Bai Zhi sat on the ground and slept until midnight, when a clanging sound in the room woke Bai Zhi up.

Bai Zhi was chilling, lying down on the crack of the door, and the sound of bottles in the room was shattered, and silence returned to a moment.

Nanqiang woke up when he heard the sound, pulled out the short sword under the pillow, and saw Huai Qingzheng cowering in the dark, with blood dripping on the ground.

"Awake?" Huaiqing came out of the darkness and lit a red candle.

The room was bright, Nanqiang saw the blood stains on the ground, and Huaiqing sat on the coffee table and poured a cup of cold tea.

"Hey, I pinched my fingers and calculated that I would make a mistake tonight, so I laid this net, and I drove the thieves away without a single soldier."

Nanqiang frowned, and his voice was piercing: "Is it Baiteng Pavilion?" ”

Without waiting for Huaiqing to speak, Nanqiang chased after him along the bloodstained window, Huaiqing got up suddenly, this will Bai Zhi break into the door, see the bloodstains on the ground, and see that Nanqiang is not there, the corners of his eyes are red and he snorts and chokes.

Huaiqing was annoyed: "Not dead yet!" Huaiqing lowered his head, his face pale: "But it's fast." ”

Then Huai Qingwen jumped from the window.

Bai Zhi's wet eyes looked at the half-burned red candle with empty eyes.

Nanqiang chased the bloodstains all the way to the north of the city, and the bloodstains suddenly disappeared, Nanqiang pursed his thin lips and took a breath of cool air.

Walking back, Nanqiang collided with Wenren Zhongshu and Fusong on the street, Nanqiang smelled a familiar smell, and when he looked up, he first saw Wenren Zhongshu.

Nan Qiang looked at the wound on Wenren Zhongshu's wrist, and there were still red blood stains on the white satin.

Qingyu on the side saw Nanqiang and said happily: "Why are you again." ”

Fu Song's face is as usual, more than seven feet long, his figure is long, and there is always an elegant temperament on his body, and a faint elegant fragrance.

Nanqiang always felt that this fragrance was familiar, and Nanqiang raised his peach blossom eyes and glanced at Qingyu.

The hairy boy he met in Xuncheng also met at the boat meeting, but how did this sound so awkward.

Nanqiang didn't pay attention to Qingyu, Nanqiang took a step forward, approached Wenren Zhongshu's side, and sniffed.

"Why are you so rude! I don't know if men and women kiss or not! Qingyu pushed Nanqiang away.

Nanqiang scoffed: "Men and women don't kiss, then one by one, the men and women are unmarried, and the lonely men and widows wander the streets in the middle of the night." ”

Nanqiang looked at Wenren Zhongshu carefully, dressed in plain clothes, with a tulle skirt embroidered with plum blossoms on the outside, half silk and green silk, with an orchid white hosta on his head, his skin was like clotted fat, his hands were like soft wattles, his teeth were like rhinoceros, and his eyebrows looked like finely carved jade.

Hearing this, Zhong Shu raised his head slightly. Under the moonlight light, the red lips were plump, which made Nanqiang feel slightly amazing.

Qingyu was angry: "Brother Fusong and I are both righteous men and gentlemen, not as dirty as a disciple like you." ”

"As a man, you are both two arms and three legs, and you are not the four great empty monks who eat fasting and chant Buddha, why are you two righteous men and gentlemen, and I am not?!"

Wenren Zhongshu's face was slightly red, but Nanqiang would reach out and want to touch Wenren Zhongshu's wrist.

"Why did the little lady hurt her hand?"

Hearing this, Zhongshu shrank, staring at Nanqiang with a cold gaze, Nanqiang looked at her cannibalistic eyes, his hand stopped in mid-air, and turned to look at Fusong.

It is rumored that Xuncheng talented man Fu Song and talented girl Wenren Zhong Shu are golden boys and jade girls and talented women, and they are really a pair of beautiful people.

Looking at their appearance, these two people stand together, and they are indeed like fairy couples.

In the past, Nanqiang felt a little unhappy when he thought of Fusong's talent and talent, how could he be cheap and smell Zhongshu for nothing.

Today's most important ......

Nanqiang stared at Wenren Zhongshu's hand, and Wenren Zhongshu blocked his hand with his sleeve.

"I don't know you, I hurt my hand, how to hurt what does it have to do with you, you eat wine, you want to be confused, turn around and walk right about three tea kung fu is drunk Xianglou."

Hearing that Zhongshu's tone was like frost, cold and prickly.

Showing her head and not knowing shame These humiliating words, she heard too much, and she got tired of it.

Qingyu stared in surprise, Wen Ren Zhongshu's eyelids lifted, straightened his waist and crossed Nanqiang.

Nan Qiangtian shamelessly followed: "The girl in the drunken fragrance building, how can there be a little lady who is delicate." ”

Wenren Zhongshu stopped and looked at Nanqiang, Nanqiang's face was a little familiar.

Those eyes are quite similar to the Huai'an prince back then.

Wenren Zhongshu's eyes became more and more gloomy, how could such a shameless person be similar to the prince of Huai'an back then.

Qingyu stepped forward in a few steps, followed behind Wenren Zhongshu, Fu Song looked at Nan Qiang, and Nan Qiang turned his head to look at Fu Song.

Nanqiang wanted to say a few ridiculous words, but when he saw Fu Song's face, he didn't hold back a word in half a voice.

Huaiqing chased all the way here, and saw Nanqiang and Fusong standing in place with their eyes facing each other, and Huaiqing's eyes were quite playful.

Fu Song glanced at Nanqiang, and crossed Nanqiang without saying a word.

Nanqiang frowned, and Huaiqing stepped forward to put his arm on Huaiqing's shoulder: "I thought you ran out in the middle of the night to chase the assassin, but I didn't expect it to be a beautiful woman before the moon." ”

Nanqiang stretched out his elbow and hit Huaiqing's chest, and Nanqiang coughed a few times.

Passing by the noodle stall, Nanqiang ordered two bowls of noodles and sat on the riverside.

"You mean Wenren Zhongshu is suspicious?" Huaiqing took a sip of noodles and was stunned for a moment.

Huaiqing waved his hand: "Impossible, impossible." ”

"How could it be." Nanqiang glanced at Huaiqing.

"The person who attacked tonight is not a woman."

"How do you know it's not a woman, you've touched it?"

Huaiqing choked, Nanqiang stirred the noodles and stuffed his mouthful.

For a moment, Nanqiang was vague: "I'll go to Wenren's mansion tonight to explore the truth!" ”

Half an hour later, Nanqiang pulled Huaiqing and secretly climbed the wall into Wenren's mansion.

Wenren's mansion is not big, Wenren's family has been noble for generations, and when Wenren Zhongshu's father Wenren reached this generation, he only married one wife, and gave birth to Wenren Zhongshu's eldest brother and Wenren Zhongshu.

In the dead of night, only the west courtyard of Wenren's mansion was still lit.

Nanqiang tiptoed to the west courtyard with Huaiqing and climbed the wall and roof.

Nanqiang opened the tile cover, looked down from the roof, and heard that Zhongshu's light clothes were half-undone, sitting on the couch, holding a book on the coffee table with one hand, and spreading it out with the other, so that the maid could apply the plaster.

"It's just that if you lose a pen, you lose it, why should Miss hurt so deeply for a pen."

When the plaster was first applied, Wen Ren Zhongshu's brows frowned.

After a long time, Zhong Shucai said: "It was a gift from Princess Nanhuai, and it is a relic of Mr. Song." How can I not cherish being cut off and loved? ”

The maid was silent, half-knelt on the ground, and applied medicine little by little for Wenren Zhongshu.

"Then the young lady also has to take care of a pound, the situation of Nanxiang at that time, if she accidentally pounced on her face, what would she do?"

"It's just a few skins, I can still carry it clearly, don't talk too much to let your mother hear it, and make her annoyed."

Wenren Zhongshu turned the page without changing his face, Huaiqing sat on the eaves, stretched out his hand and pushed Nanqiang, and it happened that his fingers pushed Nanqiang's buttocks.