At the end of the day, the golden rooster has rested, and the sun has long been on the buttocks.

Yan Zijin hugged Nuan Yu Wenxiang, slept soundly in the happy tent, suddenly shivered, opened his eyes in horror and sat up, lifted the cloth shoes on his feet and shouted: "Oh no, I'm going to be late for the morning......"

Red Sleeves was disturbed by him, turned over lazily, squinted his eyelids and said in a daze: "Master, don't you never go to the early court?"

"Huh? What do you say?" Yan Zijin didn't hear clearly, turned his head, and found a beautiful woman lying on the side of the bed with half-exposed shoulders, and racked his brains for a while to recall what the name of this Qinglou flower girl was.

Red Sleeves listened to the voice of the man who spoke, something was not quite right, and he was sleepy for most of the time, and when he turned around suddenly, he saw Yan Zi showing his body, holding his middle coat in his hand, with a shocked expression.

"Jiang Shi, why are you!" Yan Zijin realized that the woman who fought three hundred rounds last night was Jiang Shi in front of her, not Hua Niang who shouted out of frustration.

When Red Sleeves saw the human face clearly, the delicate coquettishness faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then took the pale of blood loss.

Red sleeves hugged the brocade quilt all over the person, gritting her teeth and shrunken and trembled, she actually had sex with Yan Zijin last night, and her chastity was lost in the hands of a strange man, hateful!

"Jiang Shi, I ......" Yan Zijin didn't expect that he dismantled the goods that he was going to return in the future last night, and his brain was big for a while, and he wanted to say something to turn the embarrassing situation, but he was greeted by a pair of red eyes full of murderous intent.

"Ah, I didn't mean to......" Yan Zijin saw her, rushed towards him with a graceful fruit body, and was so frightened that he turned around and fled all the way out of the door.

"Damn!" Red Sleeves threw himself into the air, kneeling on the cold ground, his eyes were red, and he clenched his fists and smashed the ground angrily.

The blood ran down her fist and smashed to the ground, shattering into fine spots of powder, as if her life had been smashed by last night.

She has lost her virginity and is no longer pure, how can she talk about being his woman again! Master, do you marry a woman with an unclean body as a side concubine to be ridiculed?

Red Sleeves felt that his dream of not being fulfilled was shattered. She can't take her dirty body and serve her Lord as intimately as before. She can't deceive herself, let alone deceive her master, that is the purest treasure in her heart.

The culprit of everything is the bowl of soup that was cooked, Yan Zijin who defiled his body, and Jiang Shi who deliberately made her unable to get out!

"I want your blood for my wedding dress!

You cruelly deprived me of my happiness, I want you to live better than die, hahahahaha......"

The red sleeves laughed madly, his eyes blinded by hatred and anger, and the resentful murderous intent filled the whole beautiful face.

Red Sleeves recalled Jiang Shi hidden under the sedan chair, the effect of the sweat medicine was almost over, and he quickly pulled up the clothes on the ground and put them on his body, and walked in the direction in his memory.

There was no one on the road all the way to the red sleeves, the sedan chair was left out in the side hall, and the door was not closed.

Red Sleeves pushed open the door, sneered and lifted the sedan curtain, kicked open the lid of the box, and saw Jiang Shi, who was still sleeping with her eyes closed, and her face was a little ugly.

Red Sleeves pulled her hair and slapped her emaciated beauty a few times.

"Hmm-" Jiang Shi was asleep and didn't expect it, suddenly his hair was pulled up, and a few slaps fell on his face, and when he opened his eyes and saw a woman with the same face as himself, his sleepiness disappeared immediately.

"It's all, you slut, I can't stay by my master's side anymore!" Red Sleeves grabbed Jiang Shi's hair extremely frantically, hit the ground, and punched and kicked Jiang Shi, whose mouth was gagged.

Jiang Shi could only shrink up and roll back and forth, trying her best to avoid the damage from the beating.

"Is there anyone in there?" The maid who was sweeping the floor by the Yan Mansion heard a lot of movement in the side hall, and there seemed to be a woman's sobbing voice, so she dragged the broom to open the door and asked suspiciously.

When the maid saw the scene inside, she was so frightened that she dropped her broom, screamed, and turned to run away......

At this moment, the ferry that the red sleeves could not catch up with had already sailed out of customs after a night, because the process of getting out of customs was smoother than expected because of the bribed boatmen and customs officials.

The ship sailed against the wind on the river leading to the Northern Cold Territory.

Han Qing's body was like a straight iron nail, standing alone on the bow of the boat, looking at the clear waves and white waves that kept hitting in the distance, I don't know how long he had been standing.

Murong Bai thought about it for a while, felt empty by the pillow, put on his clothes to look for him, and saw his sturdy and slender back, bathed in the golden sun, and his slender hair braided high swayed slightly in the sea breeze.

On weekdays, Han Qing likes to learn from Hu Ren to braid thin braids, and until every time he unties and cleans it, he will spread out his long black hair curled up like seaweed. Murong Bai selfishly preferred the way his hair hung down, because he looked gentle.

Han Qing's hair is purely washed and dried, and Li Junye also loves to wear his hair all year round, because he hates combing his hair and being lazy, until he goes out, he lazily touches out a light blue hairband and ties it to his long black hair.

"Why are you standing here alone?" Murong Bai collected his distant thoughts, stepped forward and stood side by side with him, looking at the lonely river in his eyes.

Han Qing blinked his eyes that were stinging by the sun, turned his head, stared at Murong Bai Qingjun's side face, and replied, "Think about things."

"But the Yehehua who is worried about Red Sleeves and seasickness?" Murong Bai turned his head to look at him, his eyes were as deep as ink under his curled and thick eyelashes.

Yehehua grew up in the north, and within a quarter of an hour of getting on the ship, he became very seasick, broke out in a cold sweat, turned pale, vomited very badly, and even began to have a fever again.

Han Qing served Ye Hehua last night without taking off his clothes, and he didn't close his eyes all night, until Bailixi's subordinates went over to help take care of the patient, and Han Qing was able to get out and come back to sleep.

This trip to Muyun made Han Qing restrain a lot of frivolity, and the arrogant temperament of the whole person has precipitated a lot, becoming more and more calm and reliable, and more and more difficult to figure out.

"More than that." Han Qing sighed faintly, planning to go to see Ye Hehua's situation, and took the lead in getting off the bow.

Ye Yuanshan came out of nowhere, and Han Qing crashed into his warm arms.

"Can you tell me about it?" Ye Yuan's thief hugged Han Qing's back with ease and said, tilting his head and mixing in shyly.

"Let go!" Han Qing's eyes slanted to the cheap hand that touched his face, suppressed his anger, and said coldly.

Ye Yuanshan not only did not stay away, but reached out to touch Han Qing's smooth cheek, looked at his gorgeous and thick appearance, and said, "Hua Lang'er, you are getting more and more beautiful."

"One, two, three—" The corners of Han Qing's eyes jumped, and he pressed the short knife on his waist and counted indifferently.

Ye Yuanshan didn't have the slightest eyesight, and in front of Murong Bai, he pinched Han Qing's forbearance cheek in fascination, and sighed: "This little face is still so tight and has a feel."

Murong Bai looked at Han Qing's increasingly dark face, and felt that Ye Yuanshan was probably not far from being chopped off.

Sure enough, the next moment, Han Qing pulled out a short knife and swung it towards Ye Yuanshan's arm.

Ye Yuanshan took the opportunity to kiss Han Qing on the cheek, stepped back, and flexibly dodged the sharp knife that attacked.

"You-"

Han Qing touched the hot and wet saliva on his face, his angry eyebrows were upside down, and the knife under his hand was even more powerful, but Ye Yuanshan's body was as elegant as a fairy, and he was able to dodge the knife to play, and even indirectly ate the tofu on Han Qing's body, which made Han Qing jump even more.

This person is not simple, Murong Bai stood on the side and observed silently, and quickly estimated the level of this person's force, at least at the same level as him,

Maybe even higher.

Looking at Ye Yuanshan's age from a distance, he should be older than himself, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, but if he looks closely, his eyebrows, eyes and fingertips are innocent, so his age can be reduced to about 24 years old.

If Ye Yuanshan knew that he and Murong Bai were both 21 years old and only six months older, the old uncle who he judged to be 26 years old would definitely vomit blood and die. However, who told him that no matter his body or appearance, he has always looked young and old.

At the beginning, Han Qing thought that Ye Yuanshan, who was close to an adult, should be four or five years older than him, but Ye Yuanshan himself clarified that he was only two years older than him.

This blow made Ye Yuanshan, who was "old", silently digest it for a long time.

Just when Han Qing and Ye Yuanshan were inseparable, the people guarding Ye Hehua ran out and reported: "Han Gongzi, your people are going on a hunger strike, saying that they want to see you before they die."

Hearing this, Han Qing immediately put away his knife and ran to the cabin, not caring about the light hatred behind him.

Ye Yuanshan was having fun, Han Qing suddenly didn't accompany him, and came down from the top of the boat stupidly, and just wanted to go with him to take a look, but he stopped a hand on his chest.

"Dare to ask Brother Tai, what do you mean by this?" Ye Yuanshan bent his eyes with a smile, looked at the handsome man in front of him and asked kindly.

"Hanalang is my person, please don't provoke." Murong Bai's body was like a pine, and his starry eyes said solemnly.

"What if I'm going to provoke?" Ye Yuanshan saw that Han Qing was sworn to sovereignty, tilted his head and said with a smile that didn't care.

"Draw your sword." Murong Bai was too lazy to say anything about such scoundrels.

"Hehe, is it to avenge the beauty, I'm afraid I can't forgive you." Ye Yuanshan yawned boredly, pushed away Murong Bai's strong chest, and left with no interest.

Ye Yuanshan walked towards the cabin, and suddenly, a sharp long sword was set up behind his neck, which was Murong Bai's personal love sword "Ruhong".

"Little brother, why do you love to compete more than Hua Lang'er, how will you get along in the future?" Ye Yuanshan cautiously lowered his body, avoided the cold sword on his neck, turned to the person who couldn't make sense, and spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Let's face off." Murong Bai's expression was solemn, and the long sword kept pointing at Ye Yuanshan's face, and said coldly.

"Okay, okay, come on, I don't need a sword." Ye Yuanshan was convinced, put on a posture, and perfunctorily obeyed Murong Bai's revenge.

Murong Bai saw that he didn't use a sword, so he also put away his sword, and rushed forward to duel seriously, the two of them had a face-to-face move, Ye Yuanshan raised his eyebrows and said, "Young man, your skills are good!"

Murong Bai was serious about the enemy and didn't want to talk to him, Ye Yuanshan chattered and complained: "My relationship with Hua Lang'er is sticky, we used to strip naked and sleep in the same bed every night, we kissed and hugged each other, so sweet, he is fierce now, I am not allowed to touch him."

Murong Bai's eyes became more and more aggressive, and the strength that he had originally collected was unconsciously released, but this was in Ye Yuanshan's arms.

Ye Yuanshan crossed hands with him, and teased with a smile: "Little brother, are you jealous?"

Murong Bai didn't say a word, and without saying a word, Ye Yuanshan continued: "Don't look at Hua Lang'er looking hard-hearted, cold-blooded and ruthless, in fact, after getting acquainted, it is soft, and it will dig out your heart and lungs to you until death, how can you have such a lovely person."

Hua Lang is good, why do you need to talk about it, Murong Bai said in his heart.

Ye Yuanshan continued: "I don't know Hua Lang'er, did I tell you that he likes his sister Han Yan and wants to marry her sister as his wife?" If it weren't for her, I would have abducted Hua Lang'er home to be his wife. ”

"Shut up." Murong Bai punched Ye Yuanshan's obscene face.

Murong Bai listened to him as a flower on his left and a flower on his right, knowing that Han Qing had cut off contact with him now, but it was not a good feeling to listen to him talk about Han Qing's past.

Seeing that Murong Bai's face was getting more and more stinky, Ye Yuanshan leaned slightly, fled to the cabin and said proudly, "I won't play with you anymore."

Murong Bai's punch missed, he trembled with anger, and his face was extremely ugly. He has been serious about his feelings for a long time, and it is a joke in this guy's eyes. I really don't know how Hanaro used to make friends in this kind of game life.

Murong Bai walked into Ye Hehua's cabin, and Ye Yuanshan's guy had already jumped to Han Qing's side, holding Ye Hehua's vein, pretending to be a miracle doctor and saying, "This little guy can't die for a while, don't you be tired yourself."

Han Qing was relieved at this time, and scolded Ye Hehua, who was extremely pale on his lap, and said: "You are not allowed to think nonsense, what is a guest to die in a foreign country, don't think about any last words."

Ye Hehua's clear eyes lit up, and he asked weakly at Ye Yuanshan, "Am I really not going to die?"

"Well, as long as you eat and drink medicine obediently, you won't die." Ye Yuanshan's guy pretended to be very good at medicine and comforted.

It turned out that Yehehua was seasick severely, coupled with a high fever and was a little confused by the pain, thinking of the long journey, his body was getting worse and worse, and the more he would die in a foreign land, he thought that he wanted to confess his last words while his mind was still clear.

"Okay, now you should eat the porridge." Han Qing helplessly scooped up a spoonful of vegetable porridge and gently fed it into Ye Hehua's mouth like a child.

Ye Hehua was actually seasick, he couldn't eat anything, and even if he did, he would vomit, but Han Qing had never been so gentle, and he cared for him like a brother.

Ye Hehua pillowed his soft thighs, stared at Han Qing's gentle and gorgeous face, swallowed the porridge one by one, reluctant to close his eyes, and the seasickness and illness seemed to be lighter.

Everyone thinks that Ye Hehua, this kid is not shallow......