Dai Qiu or should be called Yan Niang Yan Sang Xia now, but she didn't respond when she heard this, but her hands seemed to be suddenly covered with a thin layer of gloves, and then she quickly put aside the hand that was just on her shoulder, and at the same time moved her footsteps, changed her seat, and raised her head to face the other party.

"I haven't seen you for many days, Yan Niang is still so careful." The man naturally withdrew his hand and tilted his head, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said slowly.

"It must be so for you." Yan Sangxia lifted the coarse porcelain teapot on the table and slowly poured water into the tea bowl, and said with a faint expression. "Besides, not long ago, Yan Niang heard that Mr. had gone to Qin He to do his studies, but I don't know when Mr. has returned." Yan Sangxia raised his head slightly, and glanced at the opposite side with a pair of white eyes. Seeing that the man was dressed as a plain Confucian at this time, the white jade hand was holding an anonymous book at the moment, and the side of the page was impregnated with a little red, as if there were a lot of Zhu Zhu in the book.

"Exactly, and I met an interesting person there." The man spoke, pausing for a moment, remembering the little boy standing in the shrine holding his mother's spirit card, and the words he asked himself at that time, immature and cruel, interesting, really interesting.

"I'm so sad for this person to be called funny by you." Yan Sangxia continued, "Anyway, Mr. has always been targeted, and he came to me today, but is there anything that can be used by Yan Niang?" Yan Sangxia said, but he changed the movement of his feet, and his body was still sitting on the bench. His expression began to become more vigilant, but he secretly said in his heart: If not, if it is not for himself,,, why should he behave like this.

But unexpectedly, the man didn't know how to change his steps and leaned in front of him, chuckled and whispered.

"Why do you want to do this, Yan Niang?" When the words fell, a hand had reached Yan Sangxia's neck, and at the same time, Yan Sangxia withdrew and leaned back to dodge.

"It turns out that half of your life is still unsolved." The man shook his head slightly.

"Sir, but you want to ask Yan Niang for words?" Yan Sangxia shook his sleeves slightly, as if he was holding something in his hand, a pair of apricot eyes narrowed, his whole body was tense like a bow, and it seemed that he only needed to touch it, but he saw that the man transferred his gaze to his hand lightly, and twisted the thing in his hand that was as thin as a cicada's wings

"I haven't seen each other for a long time, when did Yan Niang become so useless."

Seeing this scene, Yan Sangxia hurriedly reached out and touched the junction of her chin and neck, was stunned for a moment, suddenly reacted, and ran to the north of the city without saying a word.

Gu Zhong smiled, a pair of Danfeng eyes slanted at the green building, and then turned his head to the chaos stall owner who had not yet reacted and was a little stunned, "Shopkeeper, borrow your chopsticks." ”

The stall owner nodded dumbly, and saw a chopstick disappear from the Confucian Sheng's hand, as if the rare afterimage went straight to a copper bell hanging in the southwest corner of the Qinglou opposite, but the strange thing was that it should have been shot but there was no bell, only a low muffled hum faintly came out, and a sound seemed to appear in the person's ears

"Get out."

The scene there was distorted for a while, but it returned to its original state in the blink of an eye, making people who don't know why only think that it was an illusion just now, worthy of the family secret art. Tanaka thought, just, boring.

On the other side, the person who had just been shot sneaked into the Qinglou, and he didn't know where he was, but after holding his breath and finding that there was no need to worry, he immediately pulled out the chopsticks from his body, and the whole person also trembled slightly at the moment when the chopsticks were pulled out, but he did not immediately apply the medicine but closed his eyes in obsession, and put the chopsticks that had been used by many people from the handle to the part inserted into his body under his nose and sniffed carefully, until the smell of the person dissipated, and licked the blood of the chopsticks head, and then there was no longer any residue in the hand that shook it. Sure enough, it's a dying Tanaka-sama who is loved. Even this pain you have given is so special.

"Brother Li, are you there?" Suddenly, I heard someone calling softly outside the door. The man came back to his senses and jumped to the beam, but after hearing the people outside call twice, he quietly pushed the door open, and his gray clothes could not hide his look, and a pair of sharp eyes looked around, and finally seemed to remember something and went straight to the bed, and rummaged carefully, but at this time there was a sound of footsteps approaching, and the man immediately restored it, and then went under the bed like a slippery fish.

There was a knock on the door, and when no one answered, someone came in again, but this time it was a boy, and he glanced around while snorting the nails of his thumb, and then walked lightly to the bed, and stretched out his hand to hold a small sachet hidden behind the curtain in his hand, and was about to go out, when he heard someone coming in again, and hurried to get under the bed, but he did not prevent a flying kick and kicked himself out of the bed. happened to be prostrate on the ground, and as soon as he raised his head, he faced the person who came up.

But I saw that the person's face was like a peach petal, his eyes were like autumn waves, his sword eyebrows were upright, his thin lips were slightly upturned, he was wearing a honey-colored robe embroidered with a hibiscus pattern, a rich begonia was embroidered obliquely from the hem of the clothes, and the flowing cloud Baifu jade pendant on his waist swayed at the moment of pause. A fine iron folding fan retracted and picked up the chin of the man on the ground,

"Where's that, little mouse?" said a pair of peach blossom eyes and squinted, like a very lazy cat.

It just so happened that someone outside the door was pushing the door in, and two red sour branch wood carved Pixiu turned the beads in their hands, and then laughed.

"The discipline is not strict, but it makes you laugh."

"I'm nothing, I'm just afraid that Brother Chen is missing something, something is missing." As he spoke, the sachet that was still in the young man's hand appeared on his fingertips at some point.

Chen Liang smiled meaninglessly, but in the blink of an eye, a hint of coldness appeared. Stretched out his hand and invited Zong Zhengpu to sit down at the table in the inner room, then lifted the lid of the teapot and scraped it on the edge of the pot, and immediately someone came in with a case of new tea and two plates of snacks, and before going out, he slashed with a knife, and then the boy just now was dragged out.

"Hehe, Brother Zongzheng, thank you." Saying that, he stretched out his hand, and the person surnamed Zongzheng didn't care about anything, so he raised his hand and threw it over.

"Brother Chen doesn't say much, this time is my Puyang faction's eldest disciple and my righteous son You Fuzhi's newlywed wedding, just when I am going out, I want to get some rare things to give him, I heard that your Linglong Pavilion is a rare treasure, and there are countless skilled craftsmen, I don't know how to make this thing?"

"Dare to ask Brother Zongzheng what it is?"

Zong Zhengpu waved his hand and took out a golden hairpin

"Purple Crested Hairpin"

Suddenly, Chen Liang, the people on the beam, and the people under the bed looked different.

"Who?" Hearing the sound of rapid breathing, Zong Zhengpu shot the cup in his hand straight out.