Wan Qiyan rubbed her head with satisfaction: "Wash and sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow, I will be very tired these days." ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢.lā "

Shen Yinqiu bent down to take off his shoes and socks, put his feet that had not moved much into the hot water basin, and cautiously, touched it and shrank it violently.

Although the weather is very cold outside, it will still be so hot that you dare not put your feet down when you touch the hot water all of a sudden. Wan Qiyan's eyes fell on her snow-white feet, as the old saying goes, Xinlu embroidered and entangled, and the foot husband is like Chunyan; Wu's feet are snow-white, and barefoot raccoon is white; A crescent moon is shallow. This is extremely apt for her.

Shen Yinqiu raised her head inadvertently, and saw that Wan Qiyan was looking at her feet intently, and subconsciously shrunk her round toes, women's feet should not be shown to foreign men at will! But she and Wan Qiyan are already married, so forget it.

She exhaled lightly, turned her head down and smiled evilly, deliberately stepping on the red wooden basin, which was in stark contrast to the whiteness of her toes, Wan Qiyan unconsciously turned her face, and was almost touched by a pair of feet, and she must not be allowed to be barefoot outside in the future!

Shen Yinqiu didn't know what he was thinking, so he deliberately shook his feet and said, "Shizi, you have been looking at my feet, what do you want to do?" ”

Wan Qiyan didn't look at her, thinking to herself, where did she learn these words?

"Oh...... Shy? Shen Yinqiu asked, hehe laughed, don't feel too good to see the world eat deflated, I feel like I have won a game.

Wan Qiyan calmed down, turned his head calmly, looked at Shen Yinqiu and said, "Probably I've never seen such beautiful feet." ”

Shen Yinqiu: "......" Hehe, you are ruthless.

The joy that just surged into her heart was extinguished by a basin of cold water, why would she say that she couldn't talk about him! No way!

Wan Qiyan looked at him with a gentle face and said, "Madam, do you need to praise you for your husband?" You white as ......"

"Stop! I don't listen, you can hurry up and take a rest! Shen Yinqiu interrupted him indifferently, gritted his teeth and put both feet into the basin, and immediately grinned and clenched his fists.

Wan Qiyan put away his joking thoughts, hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down, reached into the basin and said, "Hot? ”

Shen Yinqiu wanted to tease him with his feet, but he didn't seem to be doing it very well. She has already adapted to the temperature of the water, although it is still spicy, seeing that Wan Qiyan is still squatting, she can't help leaning forward, and said happily: "Shizi, look up at me." ”

Wan Qiyan raised his head without warning, only to feel a burst of fragrance approaching, and a soft and warm piece was attached to his lips.

Shen Yinqiu's eyes were open to see his reaction, his eyes cut water, reflecting Wan Qianyan's surprised appearance, unexpectedly simple.

This situation is that men can't control it, Wan Qiyan lowered his gaze, and when he looked at her again, Shen Yinqiu only felt that the sky was spinning, lying on the futon, and Wan Qiyan was pressing above her and staring at her.

"You provoked me first." He tilted his head and grabbed her lips, Shen Yinqiu was also a little frightened, she gritted her teeth, and her eyes wandered from side to side. I can't help it, I'm a little flustered, and it's hard to hold myself.

Wan Yanyan reached out and quietly touched her waist, Shen Yinqiu grinned and said itchy, he took advantage of the situation, swept Shen Yinqiu's soft mouth, dodged and chased, Shen Yinqiu and Wan Yanyan secretly competed, each other's breaths blended, after two breaths, Shen Yinqiu hurriedly hit Wan Yanyan's shoulder.

Wan Qiyan saw that her face was flushed, so he let go of her, and Shen Yinqiu breathed heavily: "I almost suffocated to death, ahh ”

She sneezed a little confused, moved her feet, and it was so cold.

Although Wan Qiyan was above her, he had been controlling his strength and did not press the gravity on Shen Yinqiu's body, and when he saw her sneezing, he quickly turned over, picked up the dry cloth on the side to dry her feet, and then wrapped her in a quilt.

He reached out and touched her forehead, secretly careless.

"Feeling cold? If you feel uncomfortable, you should say it in time. ”

Shen Yinqiu's cheeks were still flushed, her eyes were full of water, she stared at Wan Qiyan for a long time, smacked her lips and said, "The taste of grilled chicken." ”

Wan Qianyan; “……”

"I want to drink water, and you wrap me in rice dumplings, it's very uncomfortable." Shen Yinqiu moved, and found that his hands and feet were limited, and this feeling was very bad.

Wan Qiyan pulled the quilt and made it looser, "I'll pour it for you, you lie down." ”

Shen Yinqiu nodded obediently, and after he turned around, he got up from the bed with a grunt.

Wan Qiyan poured the water and turned around to see her grabbing her hair, very helpless, "I'll catch a cold again, there is no floor heating here." ”

Shen Yinqiu stretched out his hands to take the teacup he had poured and drank it to the sky, "Thank you, hurry up and wash it, this quilt smells." ”

Wan Qiyan touched her head, cleaned herself up, and went to bed, blowing out the candlestick.

Shen Yinqiu rolled into his arms, wrapped his hands around his shoulders, took a deep breath and said, "So you don't have to smell those musty smells." I'm sleeping, don't go. ”

Wan Qiyan covered the quilt tightly, hugged her and said, "I won't go, you can go to sleep quickly." ”

Shen Yinqiu snorted twice, and after two quarters of an hour, Wan Qiyan sighed, "Why don't you sleep yet?" Sleeping too much during the day? ”

Shen Yinqiu whispered: "No, it's too quiet here, can you speak?" ”

Wan Qiyan was also silent, "You want me to talk to myself alone?" ”

"That's pretty much it."

Wan Qiyan lowered his eyes to her sparkling eyes, with hope and prayer in his eyes, he thought about it and compromised, and told a historical story.

Shen Yinqiu slowly fell asleep in his mellow voice, and only after her breathing was stable did Wan Qiyan stop, rubbed her head and said, "I slept a lot." ”

The tranquility of their house did not spread to the other rooms, and the duty of the secret guard was to keep vigil, and the guards and wooden wheels were kept watch around the master. And Qingzhu Qingye is in charge of the inn, Wan Bai and Mo Shaogong sleep on a bed and a bench, but they haven't fallen asleep yet.

Aoba was in charge of keeping watch in the middle of the night, and she sat on the roof of the inn with a pot of sake, the night wind blowing her thin clothes whirring, and her black hair rolling fiercely with the direction of the wind.

She was dressed in black and blended with the night, drinking alone, with an indescribable loneliness.

As the night wore on, a light snow fell from the sky, falling on her hair and shoulders, and in a few moments it had accumulated a layer. She didn't care, the hot air she exhaled was swept away by the air in less than a second, and the temperature was so low that her eyelashes were about to frost. She sat on her knees, carrying an empty flask in her hand and resting it naturally on her lap, with no other expression on her face, staring motionless ahead.

The wind and snow increased, she didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, but she inexplicably remembered the night when she was first clothed in a big hat, it was not cold, and after the princess tied her on tiptoe, she suddenly felt cold, probably because of the warmth as a foil.

Aoba stared ahead, as if looking at someone again, and after a while, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and finally came.

She stepped through the snow as fast as a leopard, splitting the flask with her palm in mid-air, and then using her internal strength to smash the fragments into various places.

There were muffled snorts in a few places, and soon a dozen people were forced out of the shadows, and they surrounded Aoba.

Aoba slowly pulled out the saber at his waist, and his cold gaze shot into the depths of the hearts of each black-clothed person, and suddenly one of them exclaimed: "Blood Sword!" You're—"

Before he could finish speaking, Aoba attacked, leaving an afterimage of the sword, and after a quarter of an hour, only one person was left standing in place, and the others were stunned and lifeless, gurgling and bleeding into the snow.

Aoba held the sword in his left hand, the tip of the sword dripping with blood, and looked at the man in black with weak legs, "Who sent you?" ”

"I, I, I...... Yes, it's the All-Yang Sect, they say-" He only named one sect, and he was shot through the heart from the back, and finally stared at Aoba with wide eyes, and slowly fell down in disbelief.

Aoba frowned and dodged the crossbow arrows that came one after another, it seemed that someone was staring at them in the dark, the master was right, it was not so easy to get rid of it at all, first kill them one by one, and then pass them on.

The person hiding in the shadows does not show up, but the range of this crossbow arrow is limited, and after Aoba dodged a few times to probe out the approximate location of the other party, the power rushed to the direction where the crossbow arrow was issued, and the denser crossbow arrows immediately shot at her, and she was like a wild goose, easily avoiding.

One sword, one sword, no living mouth.

As she walked out of the woods and returned to the inn's clearing, she exhaled heavily. Qingzhu flew out of the window, and when she saw the blood on the tip of her sword, she was faintly jealous, jealous of Aoba's ability to kill people without touching her body. Aoba is the trump card among them, codenamed Wu, and is very famous in the assassination world, but no one remembers her appearance, and the only rumor in the outside world is her blood-tracing sword, which has drunk countless blood.

This sword sharpens iron like clay, and the silver light is dazzling, and seeing the sword is like seeing its own deity.

Qingzhu took a deep breath, wondering how Aoba managed to be so calm forever. She asked rarely, "So fast, how many people?" ”

Aoba passed by her with a sword: "Eighteen in one wave, nine in two waves, one escaped." ”

Qingzhu just wanted to be sarcastic, she retreated, and actually let the enemy escape, but after thinking about it, most of the time it was too late to kill, and she didn't bother to chase after the people ran away. Swallowing that turbid breath, she nodded and said, "It's my turn to guard, you go back and rest." ”

Aoba hummed, but the direction he was walking was the stable.

Qingzhu looked back at her back as she gradually moved away, her heart was frozen like that and she didn't tremble, how much higher was her internal strength than her? Although the internal force can keep out the cold, she is also not afraid of the cold, but she does not dare to wear the same as autumn.

Aoba walked silently to the stable, and as soon as she got closer, she sensed that something was wrong, and in an instant she raised her hand indifferently, and threw the blood tracing sword in her hand to shoot the dagger that attacked the horse. With a bang, the Blood Tracing Sword was finally inserted into the plank, and the buzzing sound was like a beep.

The horses began to panic and their limbs kept moving. Qingzhu's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he fought hand-to-hand with the person who was doing the horse, both of them used daggers, and they tacitly agreed not to destroy the rubble when they fought on the roof, so as not to startle the people in the house, and the two of them were light as if they were dancing.

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