An ordinary inn in Hucheng.

"Miss Rongfan."

Ersheng inserted one hand into the gap of the door, his face was full of coldness, and he looked as sharp as a knife at Ersheng.

The woman seemed to be surprised, and her beautiful eyes flowed, "Not yet?" Why, are you going to watch me flirt with your grandfather? ”

Her tail note was extremely sweet, and before the outstretched hand touched Ersheng's face, Ersheng closed the door as if jumping to his feet.

The woman smiled lowly, closed the gate, but turned around with a straight look, and opened her mouth slightly, "Childe."

She exhaled like an orchid, her slender waist was not enough to grasp, and her lotus steps moved lightly, and even her face was a little charming.

In the center of the room, on a wheelchair with golden silk nanmu, sat a man with a noble face and noble eyebrows.

In Rong Fan's memory, Gongzi rarely has a sharp expression, but this lightness reveals the coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Rong Fan carried the gorgeous skirt and spun around for half a circle, and suddenly smiled, that smile was too clean, she didn't handle it very well, but it was rare but a little green.

Her hands were clear and white, and she bent her knees to carefully add tea.

Obviously doing the work of the next person's small house, but there is a look of getting what he wants, and the fragrant tea is less than seven points of the tea cup, so it overflows in a circle.

She held the teacup in both hands, but frowned again and switched to one hand.

"From the imperial capital to Hucheng, it is thousands of miles, son, let Rong Fan come to you to widen your clothes." The woman's voice is soft, her words are explicit, and her hand movements are even bolder.

Contrary to her bold behavior, her pupils were very clear, and they were not as clear as the moonlight in winter, and they were so empty that they were bewildering. Everyone in Kyoto who was lucky enough to see her was fascinated by it.

Because of her ethereal and noble temperament, she was given the title of "Fanyin Ji" by literati and inkmen, and some people were even willing to exchange their daughters for a smile. The rumors are true, but the rumors never include the man in front of them.

An orphan girl, in the emperor of dogs and horses, has such a reputation, is it fortunate or unfortunate?

But the woman who was high in the eyes of the people of Dijing, like the existence of the Nine Heavens Goddess, actually smiled purely in this small Hucheng Inn.

The mouth of the cup was held to the man's lips by a white and clear hand, Rong Fan sighed lowly, and his jaw as sharp as snow rose a few points.

"Childe." She tentatively asked.

The hand holding the tea cup is rich and delicate, still persistent. The other fell down the man's jawline, her dexterous knuckles slid downward, making circles around the man's delicate collarbone, and she couldn't help but envy her beauty.

The next moment, it was cut off at the neckline, but the hand was cold and tough. reminded her all the time that she had trespassed.

The fireworks outside exploded in the lonely night sky, and the corners of Rong Fan's lips finally sneered, "Childe, do you think that the Moon Demon is a clean place?" What kind of clean thing is Rong Fan? ”

The charm of the words was peeled off layer by layer, and finally revealed some lightness.

Jing Mohuai raised his eyes, his voice was as cold as jade, "Are you blaming me?" ”

Rong Fan almost hung her head in those black and white eyes, she could make thousands of people crazy for her, and throw a thousand dollars. But this man ......

"How dare Rong Fan resent?" There was a glimmer of loneliness in her expression, which only lasted for a moment, and soon, she moved away.

Since she has followed her son, even if it is good, even if it is bad, it is her life.

"This road was chosen by Rong Fan himself, whether it is sweet or bitter, Rong Fan is willing to do it."

She got up, put down the teacup, and sang "Half Dress Song" in a low and gentle voice.

Dipping her fingertips in tea, she covered half of her face with her palm, and spread along the divine court, eyebrow bones, ears, and nose with one hand.

A face, half of it is beautiful and gorgeous, and half of it is beautiful and charming.

She sang, "Nong Half Makeup", from her eyebrows to her figure, she sang, "Graceful Beauty", and her tender eyes fell on Jing Mohuai's body as if there was substance.

After singing and dancing, Rong Fan turned his back, his clothes faded from his neck, and the mist tea fragrance curled Nana, hazy and sultry intoxicating.

"It's a long way to go to the mountain, I don't know when I'll see you again, Childe, will you remember Rong Fan?"

……

The woman's tears quickly fell from her eyes, and she tried not to let her body tremble.

With a dumb voice, he asked again: "Will you remember?" ”

……

"Will it?"

The last sound, already thin mosquitoes and flies, low and invisible.

There is no answer.

"You don't have to, you'll get what you want."

The man in the wheelchair raised his palm, and the pure black cloak flew up in the air, hovering in half a circle in the air, Yingying covered her shoulders, Rong Fan grabbed the strap of the cloak, and was almost drowned in such a cramped situation by such gentleness.

She laughed at herself, it was never Rong Fan who was cheap, but her son looked down on her. Her body is her biggest bargaining chip, which has attracted those dignitaries and nobles in Kyoto and spent a lot of money.

When those people looked at her, they were never looking at a person, but with a high interest in a sky-high plaything. As long as she is willing to put down her body, she will definitely rush to it.

However, even in front of this person, to this point, there is no lust in the man's eyes.

"Master, Miss Rongfan is leaving?" Ersheng entered the door, shuddered, and asked stubbornly.

"Do you think I'm too ruthless?"

"The master has the master's thoughts, and Ersheng doesn't dare to put his beak." Ersheng hangs his head,

She is a smart woman, and she should know what it means to be in love in the treacherous world of Kyoto. Giving her an illusory hope would only make it more difficult for her to move forward in that situation. It's better to crush her dreams when she's desperate to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Under the cold wind, Rong Fan tightened his black cloak, turned around and looked deeply at the inn, and his hand under the cloak was holding a simple and gentle jade pendant.

"Ah Rong stole your things, far away in Hucheng, will you care more about me?"

"Even if it's just a few ......" in the quiet night, leaving a low sigh in vain.

In the glow of the candle flame, the light was uncertain, and the man in the wheelchair took out a piece of mica paper from the finger-wide, beeswax-sealed bamboo left by Rong Fan.

The knuckle of the index finger was dipped in the tea in the cup and slid through, and the seal on it was impressively written, "Qintian Jian Bu, the reincarnation of the greedy wolf, the mysterious disappearance of the son of the Marquis of Xiangyuan, the serious injury of the prince Shang Yue Xishan hunting, and the position of General Zuo, the righteous son of the general Feng Jingyu, was reprimanded by His Majesty......"

"It's a common thing." Jing Mohuai picked up the mica note, and the smoke of the candle flame curled and burned out in an instant.

In the morning, Jing Mohuai Pel came up, and on today's Shangyuan Festival, he asked her to meet on the shore of Qiyue Lake in Hucheng.

Nan Mo subconsciously refused, but Er Sheng said that this was their bet, I'm afraid it was inconvenient to regret it, right? Facing the cold-faced attendant who took his grandfather's words as a holy decree, Nan Mo was speechless.

Ersheng said: "Although you are out of the mansion at the time of the unit, the master has already taken care of everything." ”

She wore the most ordinary moon-white slanted casual clothes, cleaned her face with water, and tied her hair in a very simple bun, which was coiled up with a hairpin.

When I was about to leave the house, I saw Cheng Ying giving a lecture to the newcomer in the Outer Garden, and several girls stood timidly in a few neat rows. When I woke up, I was in a coma for a few days, but I missed this period of education that was both graceful and powerful.

Jing Mohuai said that it was good to do it, but it was really good.

The guard at the door turned a blind eye to her behavior, but when she lowered her head and passed the door of the mansion, she vaguely felt that another sight behind her was like a shadow, she subconsciously looked back, but saw Cheng Ying with her back to her teaching the new girl, and the group of girls all bowed their heads and said nothing. Nan Mo shook his head, and secretly said that he was a soldier.

Qiyue Lake is in the north of Hucheng, passing through the main street of Hucheng, she went all the way and asked many people, so as to ensure that she did not get lost. When he walked to the northwest of the main street of Hucheng, Nan Mo suddenly held his breath.

As soon as her feet stepped into this alley, she realized that something was wrong, and the silence here did not correspond to everything in the Shangyuan Festival. Look closely, in the dark, there is a large group of people in black surrounding a person who looks like a scholar.

Seeing the swords in the hands of that group of people unsheathed, Nan Mo suddenly didn't leave, nor did he stay. After all, if you leave now, you will inevitably be discovered by these people in black, and if you don't leave, you will definitely find yourself when they finish their work.

Seeing the sacks piling up around the corner, Nan Mo tried his best not to make a sound, and quietly moved himself in. If this group of black-clothed people in the dark path finished their work and left immediately, they might not pay attention to this place.

Through the gap between the several layers of sacks and the root of the wall, Nan Mo looked at the encirclement in front of him, but this group of people and this weak scholar were obviously not of the same rank.

A group of black-clothed people kept shrinking the encirclement, Nan Mo stared, but saw that the scholar's hand was stretched into the baggage, with a solemn expression, it seemed that he had a hidden weapon to defend himself.

Sure enough, the group of black-clothed people also looked awe-inspiring.

I saw that the scholar quickly took out something from his baggage, and those black-clothed people had already taken precautions, and they all took half a step back and covered their faces with their hands.

The scholar swallowed his saliva and held the thing in both hands, "The hero spares his life, the two taels of silver on my body are used as the tea money of the Han, if the hero does not believe it, my burden can also be checked by the hero at will." ”

Nan Mo: "......"

The man in black led by "You ......" didn't expect this scholar to be so soft-boned, he didn't even struggle, "I was the king of Cheng'an who found something amazing, but he was just a turtle with a shrunken head, and my master still bothered about a cowardly person like you, it's really ridiculous." ”

King Cheng'an? In the past few days, Nan Mo has learned a lot about the royal family from the book, and King Cheng'an is the brother of the current emperor with a different surname. Back then, it was also because of this prince's assistance to the throne today, which can be said to be a great contribution.

King Cheng'an is well versed in the truth of cunning rabbit death and lackey cooking, and since today's son named him the queen with a different surname, he is dedicated to being an idle prince, ignoring the government and politics, and not touching the army.

But how could the emperor keep the truth, and specially gave King Cheng'an 50,000 black Xiao troops, together with a gold medal for avoiding death. This king with a different surname was very serious, although he accepted these people, he never got close to them at all, and only let the deputy generals of three or five poor backgrounds be in charge of the army, and the emperor of Dasheng was satisfied.

Everyone said that King Cheng'an had a noble character, but Nan Mo felt that King Cheng'an was not like the world. If the selection of talents is from a poor background, it is not a Shiqing Shilu, and there is no collusion with high-ranking officials and nobles, so it will naturally be smoother when it is used later.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the scholar was even more trembling, and shouted, "Little brother, help." He hugged his head and squatted on the spot, and stretched out his hand in the direction of Nan Mo before squatting.

"Come out." The man in black turned pale, and volleyed away with an iron dart in his hand.

Nan Mo could avoid it, and the sack was cut straight into the crack in the wall. If she hadn't dodged quickly, the iron dart would have pierced her neck.

Damn, this scholar seems to be useless, and this trick is very good.

"This, big brothers, I'm just passing by......" Nan Mo stiffened his head and walked out from behind the sack pile.

"Dare to quibble", the man in black led by him snorted coldly, and he recognized them as a group, and the long sword flipped slightly at the wrist, and then bullied him.

The cold wind, mixed with the light of the knife, ran towards the place where Nan Mo was standing, and Nan Mo turned his body, "Come on." ”

The fist and foot kung fu she and her grandfather learned were just to pass the time and strengthen their bodies, which could be compared to these people who have been rolling on the tip of a knife for many years.

Seeing the man in black, the sword flower broke in the night sky, and with a flicker, he attacked her ribs openly, but in fact, he stabbed her heart.

Nan Mo couldn't dodge, seeing that he was about to be hit by a sword, the scholar was not a person without righteousness, and shouted, "Gangster, in broad daylight, you dare to despise a woman from a good family, it is really the world is declining, and the people's hearts are not ancient." ”

As the scholar shouted with righteous indignation, the people on the main street heard that there was a good show to watch here, so they hurried into the alley. Taking advantage of the black-clothed man's eyes, Nan Mo pulled off the thorn hairpin on his head, and in an instant, the green silk flew.

Her delicate face looked resolute, and with all her strength, she pierced the depression on the radial side of the index finger where the leader held the sword.

This is the three acupoints, the man only felt that his palm was numb, and he was about to use his wrist to carry it, but Nan Mo smiled, his left hand went up along the side of the man's right arm, and he held his arm and pressed it down heavily in the lower Lian acupoint.

I only felt that the pain in my whole arm was unbearable, and the long sword in my hand had changed hands.

Nan Mo threw the thorn hairpin in her hand, and the sword was replaced by her right hand for just a moment, without the slightest hesitation, she stabbed directly at the second acupoint in the man's god seal, she was not strong enough, but the acupuncture point was very accurate, and the black-clothed man led by him immediately surged with blood and blood, and almost stood unsteadily.

Nan Mo's cuffs were the size of a thumb-sized agarwood fell, and the delicate tassels emitted a faint blue light under the moonlight, and the man in black was shocked when he saw this, "Mu Tan Ling?"