Everyone stayed in the bamboo house for three days, the green bamboo here is very elegant, the air is sweet, I think in this troubled world, if the family can live in seclusion here, it should be a good thing.

It's just that now we need to leave immediately, to the nearest Liuzhou, I still remember that Liuzhou is Yanqiu's hometown, and the woman in the costume doesn't know if she has rested in her hometown now.

Because of the proximity of the distance, we had to take a carriage this time, so that no one else could notice the strangeness of our group.

However, Yun Niang wants to sit in the fairy grass hall, and Long Xuanling is not there, and the entire Dragon City has to be watched by Yun Niang, so she can't go with us, so she can only be accompanied by me, Lingwu and the fat monk to accompany Long Xuanling.

Along the way, the fat monk drove the carriage, and Lingwu went to inquire about the news of the Xiahou Mansion, and if we wanted to get the Dragon Bone Pill, we must first infiltrate the Xiahou Mansion.

"Pinch Benjun's shoulder." Seeing that I was in a daze, Long Xuanling suddenly spoke.

"Hmm." I immediately leaned over and squeezed his shoulder.

Long Xuanling closed his eyes and said leisurely: "Give Benjun a beating leg." ”

"This carriage is unstable, I'll beat your leg again when I get to the place in a while." I spoke.

When he heard this, he immediately raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, and let out a few coughing sounds.

In the past few days, Long Xuanling has somehow become extremely "delicate", and from time to time he calls me to take care of him, this beating his back and pinching his shoulders is a trivial matter, and he has to let me guard him at night, which is very different from the domineering Long Xuanling before.

Could it be that because he was seriously injured, even his spirit has become fragile?

"This gentleman was injured for your sake." Long Xuanling said, raising his eyes and looking at me.

That's right, if it weren't for the fact that I was going to see Gu Shaoting, he wouldn't have met that monster, and there wouldn't have been the next thing.

Now, he makes these small requests, and I'll just take it.

So, I could only helplessly prepare to squat down and beat his leg, but Long Xuanling hugged my waist and asked me to sit on his lap.

And that's not all, the face is still pressed against my neck.

"Long Xuanling, what are you doing?" My face was hot and I wanted to push him away.

Only then did he hold down his chest, and he let out a low grunt.

"Ah, I didn't mean to, are you alright?" I asked nervously.

Long Xuanling took the opportunity to lower his head and kissed me directly on the lips, the cold touch made me shudder, and my mind was instantly blank.

"Longjun, what's wrong?" And at this moment, the fat monk suddenly lifted the curtain of the carriage.

I was shocked and immediately pushed Long Xuanling away, and Long Xuanling's back hit the carriage directly.

"What are you doing!" The fat monk scolded loudly.

"This sentence should be asked to you!" Long Xuanling frowned and glared fiercely at the fat monk.

The fat monk opened his mouth and pointed at me, still a little confused for a while.

"Benjun's woman, only Benjun can discipline him, if there is a next time, Benjun will make you into ginseng tea." Long Xuanling said coldly.

This tone didn't seem like a joke, the fat monk looked aggrieved, and finally nodded and lowered the curtain.

"He's for your good, I'm afraid I'll hurt you." When I saw the fat monk's appearance, I couldn't help but speak for him, these days, he is more nervous than anyone else Long Xuanling.

From time to time, I have to go to Yun Niang to ask Long Xuanling about the situation, which can be regarded as loyal to Long Xuanling.

Although he was inexplicably hostile to me, he could understand it, after all, Long Xuanling was sacrosanct in his heart, but he found such an ordinary lady as me, which made this fat monk a little unacceptable.

"You're forgiving." As he spoke, the slender hand touched my cheek.

I immediately craned my neck and avoided his hand.

"Now that you're not feeling well, don't move easily." I sat face to face with him.

Long Xuanling stared at me with narrow eyes, and was about to speak, when the carriage stopped again, and before Long Xuanling could ask the reason, Lingwu's pitch-black body leaned into the carriage.

"Lingwu, how are you asking?" I handed Lingwu the kettle before asking.

Lingwu told us that now, it is the right time to go to Xiahou Mansion, because Xiahou Yong is preparing for his 70th birthday, and as long as there is an invitation, he can enter Xiahou Mansion.

"But we don't have an invitation?" I saw that Lingwu was very excited, so I interjected.

Hearing me say this, Lingwu directly pulled out a gold-rimmed invitation from his feathers and held it in front of Long Xuanling.

Long Xuanling opened the invitation and found that this was the invitation of Xiahou Mansion, and Xiahou Yong still regarded himself as a general.

"Mr. Qin and daughter, should the owner of this invitation be you?" I stared at Lingwu, wondering if it would kill the owner of the invitation in order to get it.

"Eh, master, don't look at me with such eyes, how can you, if it were the past, if you kill a few people and raise your hand, you will be killed, but now that the master is here, how dare the little one do anything hurtful to heaven and reason." Lingwu looked at me obediently: "Their carriage is not far ahead, you and Long Jun must dress up as the father and daughter of the Qin family, if there is any mistake, I am afraid that it will not be easy to get by." ”

"Hmm." I nodded.

The fat monk continued to drive the car, and within half an hour, he saw a carriage parked on the side of the road, which was much more magnificent than the one we have now.

Lingwu led us out of the car, which was accompanied by a driver dressed in coarse cloth with a leather whip in his hand.

Lingwu pointed at the fat monk and said, "You can just become the appearance of this coachman." ”

"Ah, this body is too thin, I'm afraid I'm a little reluctant." The fat monk was too thin and touched his belly.

"Then don't go." Lingwu didn't give the fat monk the slightest choice.

"Eh, don't, I'll change, I'll change." The fat monk said, glanced at the coachman's face, took a deep breath, turned around, and was really reborn and became the coachman's appearance.

Immediately afterwards, Lingwu pointed to the middle-aged man wearing a blue-gray satin robe inside, and said to Long Xuanling, that is Mr. Qin, originally Long Xuanling could go directly to his body, but now Long Xuanling's dragon spirit is damaged, so he can only transfigulate, otherwise if he moves his true qi, it will be troublesome.

"Long Jun, although this gentleman can't be compared with you, but it is a long Zhou Zheng, you can be wronged." Seeing that Long Xuanling was staring at Mr. Qin and didn't speak, Lingwu thought that Long Xuanling was unwilling.

As a result, Long Xuanling raised his hand and stroked his face, and immediately changed his face, even the mask and his silver-gray hair were gone, and he became Mr. Qin's appearance.