Zhang Xiaoping is the only daughter of the owner of the famous Sword Villa, her personality has always been eccentric, she trotted all the way to the courtyard of the guest room, and heard the sound of the maids in the courtyard, according to the curiosity in her heart, she stepped into the courtyard, pushed the door into the guest room, and saw a group of maids in three circles around the bed around a young man with a cloak, laughing and laughing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The maids almost jumped up in fright when they noticed someone entering, and they were slightly relieved to see that it was their own young lady who was even more stubborn than them.

"Miss!" A little maid who had the best relationship with Zhang Xiaoping hurriedly called: "Come and see this son." ”

Zhang Xiaoping was stunned, stepped forward, and saw the face of the scarred man, and blurted out: "You look so good!"

The surrounding maids nodded one after another and said, "This son is really good-looking, I have never seen such a good-looking man in my life." ”

Zhang Xiaoping nodded approvingly, glanced at the shirtless, scarred and unconscious son, and drank: "What are you doing here, go out!"

The maids had to reluctantly leave, and one of them said, "This ...... Miss, the slave maid still has to wipe the blood off his body. ”

"Where do you need to do it! I'll come!" Zhang Xiaoping glanced at her and blasted her out.

The maids didn't know what the young lady was thinking, and left the yard regretfully while laughing, thinking why didn't he do more just now, that boy was so good-looking, why did he not scrub the blood stains on his lower body together?

When the maids were gone, Zhang Xiaoping sat on the edge of the bed, washed the towel in the hot water of the basin, and then looked at this strange and handsome young man, his eyes wandered off his handsome cheeks and the shocking wounds on his body, thinking to himself How could there be such a good-looking person in the world? And his hair was scattered, and some people believed that he was a beauty, right? But the movements in his hands did not stop, just now those maids patronized and looked at the son's figure, and they didn't scrub the details clean, so she had to do it.

However, fifteen-year-old Zhang Xiaoping's cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly told himself to be calm, and then used a hot towel to help the young man's arms, joints, armpits and other details carefully wiped aside, and finally his cheeks were red and placed on his lower body...... Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoping took a sip of herself and said secretly: "Zhang Xiaoping, Zhang Xiaoping, how can you be so shameless? But do you let those maids do it? Isn't that cheaper for them?"

At this time, a burst of shouts rang out: "The doctor is here, the doctor is here!"

Zhang Xiaoping was startled, and quickly stood up, listening to this voice, she was sure that it should be the janitor Wang Erhu, and he brought the doctor here? This leg and foot are really sharp enough! She sighed with some regret, threw the towel into the hot water bottle, and pinched the cheek of the unconscious handsome boy with her hand a little unconsciously, and then jumped like a little rabbit and fled in a hurry without looking back.

Zhang Ruiheng in the hall heard this voice, and he didn't care about playing with the sword that made him a little confused, and walked out quickly. The shape of the sword is simple and unremarkable, and there is no unique sword light of a famous sword, but it is extremely heavy and hard, Zhang Ruiheng has never seen any strange sword in his life, and he is curious about what kind of material this is, but he can't care about studying it at the moment, and after going out to see the doctor, he took the doctor to take a look at the dying young man.

"It's not an ordinary person, this son, I'm afraid that there is some martial arts body, although the meridians in the body are almost withered, but there is a force that is endless, waiting for the dead wood to spring, in fact, it is not a big problem to look carefully, you help him take care of the external injury, don't bother, he will naturally wake up and recover." The doctor said.

This old doctor is a famous old doctor in Pinghu City, although he does not know how to practice, but he knows a lot about cultivators, and it is said that he has studied the handwriting of Zhang Chunsheng, the holy hand of medicine and Taoism five thousand years ago, and can see the reality of this young man on the bed at a glance.

"But I don't think he's a cultivator, he doesn't have any aura. Zhang Ruiheng was puzzled.

The old doctor naturally didn't understand this, and he came and went in a hurry, leaving Zhang Ruiheng there to be puzzled, but soon he ordered that before the boy woke up, no one other than the maid Shuizhu was allowed to disturb the guests in the room.

The maid Shuizhu is the maid who has the best relationship with the young lady, hearing this, she is overjoyed, she can take care of such a good-looking person in her life can not meet a few times, she excitedly hit hot water, and helped the comatose boy wipe his whole body "carefully", and when he left the yard, he almost didn't get a nosebleed out, which made the other little maids itch with jealousy.

Day after day, the climate turns from late autumn to winter, although it has not yet snowed, but it is already very cold, I am afraid that in the next half of the month, there should be a light snow like pear blossoms.

During these days, the affairs of Mingjian Villa and Fumo Mountain seem to have stopped for the time being, but the depression in Zhang Ruiheng's heart has never been soothed, there was a contradiction between the two sides, when the mountain lord of Fumo Mountain and he Zhang Ruiheng fell in love with a woman, it happened to be Mrs. Zhang, the result is of course self-evident, and then the relationship was originally good on both sides of the old and dead, and then some time ago, the son of the owner of Fumo Mountain died tragically in the hands of a guest of Mingjian Villa, and the guest then ran away without a trace, but let the mountain lord of Fumo Mountain, who hated Zhang Ruiheng so much, be angry at Mingjian Villa, and both sides will not die, but also take his wife's room, how can Zhang Ruiheng endure it, but Fu Mo Mountain, whether it is the cultivation of the mountain master or the overall strength, has to overpower the Famous Sword Villa, and those so-called friends in the rivers and lakes have also slipped away, if Fu Mo Mountain quietly attacks during this time, what should it be?

In addition, there is another thing that also makes Zhang Zhuang remember, although the quaint long sword carried by the unconscious young man in the house is not good-looking, but Zhang Zhuang was surprised after careful study, and was able to cut off several famous swords in his famous sword villa, which made him shocked, sharpening iron like mud is not enough to be sharp alone, the material should be good, and it must contain Lingxiu, if there is a sword spirit, it is not simply a famous sword, it is simply a divine sword, Zhang Ruiheng has never seen that kind of psychic sword with a sword spirit in his life, but he has great expectations for the quaint field, although he also knows that this expectation is actually unreasonable。

On the last day of November, a light snow fell from the sky like pear blossoms.

Light snow falls and the view is pleasant.

In the guest room, the maid water beads are ruddy and ready to wipe the body routinely every day for the handsome boy who is unconscious, but the wounds on his body are almost healed, these days every day she has been conscientious and meticulous to help the guest wipe a single speck of dust on his body, it can be said that she spares no effort, but every time she helps him wipe it, she still can't help but look ashamed, in the end, it is a sixteen-year-old girl, Sichun will not be ashamed of her age, a few days ago, a young lady came over every day to help wipe it together, and it was better to be alone, today she was alone, she couldn't help but think about it again。

Suddenly, she stiffened as she twisted the towel.

A slender, white palm grabbed her neck.

The handsome boy who didn't know what to do had gotten up, grabbed her by the neck, his face was as cold as a frost stone, and asked, "Who are you?" (To be continued.) )