Ye Qing twisted his neck stiffly, and his embarrassed gaze fell next to Zhang Xiuran, a fiery red figure with his arms in his arms, leaning against the pillar wrapped in a pink veil.

Under Ying's eyebrows, his indifferent eyes, with three points of disdain and seven points of disgust, glanced at Ye Qing, and continued to stare at Zhang Xiuran, who shrunk into a quail.

Ye Qing, who had never been in such an embarrassing situation, was able to pull out a landscape garden with his toes.

But after more than ten years in the market, the cheekiness he has cultivated made him quickly calm down, calmly walked to the copper basin with clear water in the house, and explained casually:

"Zhang Gongzi, the girls in the Zuixiang Pavilion have basically eaten the hot noodle soup I made, and the first time I entered the pavilion, they were inevitably a little more enthusiastic."

"Oh." Zhang Xiuran maintained a posture of shrinking his head and said a word.

There was silence again in the private room.

Whoa!

The cool water is picked up and falls with a fat powder.

After a while, Ye Qing looked at the pink copper basin, picked up the white cotton cloth hanging on the shelf, and wiped the water stains on his face.

He straightened his gray cotton coat and returned to his former mild appearance.

Ye Qing walked up to Zhang Xiuran and respectfully bowed his hand and said:

"Zhang Gongzi, I have taken a small step in what I promised you, and I would like to ask you to help me and place my family in a safe place."

Speaking of business, Zhang Xiuran straightened his waist, but his uninhibited temperament was completely gone, only calm and serious.

When he made this gesture, Zhang Xiuran secretly glanced at Mo Wanqing, who was staring at him coldly, before he spoke:

"This is natural, next you will enter the mansion, this son suggests that you enter the Chengfa room, with the relationship of Xie Lao, the Chen Governor's Mansion will definitely agree."

Xie Lao?

Mo Wanqing twisted her slender jade neck and looked at Ye Qing in some surprise.

Ye Qing straightened up, shook his head and said:

"I have asked the prefect to enter the torture chamber, and I have obtained his permission."

"Torture chamber?"

Zhang Xiuran frowned, looking at Ye Qing's calm appearance.

After a few breaths, he bowed his head and said, "Since you have made your choice, then Ben Gongzi will no longer intervene." ”

"According to what I said before, the water boy has been poured down, what he looks like, it depends on your own ability."

Ye Qing, who looked grateful, didn't say much, and bowed to Zhang Xiuran again.

Seeing that Ye Qing used the literati ceremony, Zhang Xiuran's face was full of relief.

Then.

Mo Wanqing opened his mouth and said, "Zhang Xiuran, are you just for him not to return to Kyoto?" ”

It's numb!

Ye Qing's arched hand almost clenched into a fist uncontrollably.

His grandmother's, why did one or two of them say something very disagreeable.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiuran stood up in a panic, walked towards Mo Wanqing and explained anxiously:

"It's not because of him, Wanqing, you listen to me."

"It's really not right to go back to Kyoto right now, so..."

Mo Wanqing, who was originally holding his arms, moved his right hand, and the long sword hanging from his waist was exposed.

Zhang Xiuran, who immediately became well-behaved, took two steps back, and said softly:

"The situation over there is unstable, you also know my current situation, if you don't arrange it well, go back in a hurry, it's not good."

Mo Wanqing pushed his thumb.

Boom!

The inch-long sword blade was unsheathed, and the cold light flickered in the private room.

"If anyone dares to deceive you, this girl will kill him!"

Loud and domineering words.

Ye Qing raised his eyebrows, and he also knew in his heart why Zhang Xiuran would avoid Mo Wanqing.

Zhang Xiuran can't afford to provoke people, this girl dares to provoke!

Zhang Xiuran didn't dare to kill, this girl dared to kill!

Moreover, this girl's family background can be seen!

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

The situation in front of him is not much more, Ye Qing, who knows this truth well, silently retreated.

And Zhang Xiuran was full of embarrassment, and hurriedly said: "The sword has no eyes, you put the sword away first." ”

While!

With the sword in its sheath, Mo Wanqing took a step forward, grabbed Zhang Xiuran's collar, stared at Zhang Xiuran's flustered eyes, and asked:

"After all, you dislike this girl, and think that this girl is ashamed to dance with knives and guns, practice swords and sticks, right?!"

"No, no, I, Zhang Xiuran, swear to the sky, I have never disliked Mo Wanqing, if there is falsehood, I, Zhang Xiuran, will be hit by five thunders from the sky."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiuran raised the three fingers of his right hand with a sincere face.

Ye Qing, who was treated as air, looked at this scene, couldn't help but turn his head, and said in his heart:

"Scumbag, don't swear at will, especially if you are so serious and sincere, if you are moved by God, God will look back on your prodigal son, and if you are accidentally moved to cry, you will be done playing!"

Mo Wanqing let go of her hand, a touch of emotion appeared on her cold face, her eyes were flustered, and she moved her gaze at Zhang Xiuran.

She took a step back, distanced herself from Zhang Xiuran, and looked away unnaturally.

Just when Zhang Xiuran was overjoyed in his heart, he was ready to take advantage of the victory to pursue and strengthen the offensive.

Knock knock!

"Wang Liu, the official of the Huaiyang Mansion Punishment Room, asks to see Zhang Gongzi."

Zhang Xiuran's expression suddenly froze, frowned, and looked at the door unhappily.

Mo Wanqing also looked at the door with unkind eyes.

Ye Qing, who moved to the door to avoid trouble, opened the door without a trace.

"Green... Woooooo ”

Ye Qing covered Wang Liu, who wanted to speak, and said in a low voice: "Zhang Gongzi has something important right now. ”

Then, Ye Qing walked out of the private room and leaked a gentle and playful smile to the two people in the room.

Then he closed the door of the private room.

No outsiders to bother.

Zhang Xiuran's eyes lit up, and he once again put on an affectionate appearance, his eyes were soft like water, and he stepped forward and said softly:

"Wanqing, I really don't dislike you."

Mo Wanqing's face was visibly pink with the naked eye.

Zhang Xiuran, who struck while the iron was hot, said softly: "Wanqing, you know my temperament, if I really dislike you, I would have broken the marriage contract with you a long time ago." ”

"I've sworn a poisonous oath just now, you have to believe me!"

Mo Wanqing was shattered by the indifference on her face, like a peach blossom, she lowered her head shyly, her lips just opened slightly, and she wanted to speak.

Bang!

Deafening thunder, like the roar of the heavens.

shattered Zhang Xiuran's affection at once, and his handsome face turned extremely white in an instant.

And Mo Wanqing's shyness is gone, and the coldness of rejecting people thousands of miles away is hung on her delicate face.

"What, Wanqing, you listen to my quibbles, no, you listen to my explanation."

Boom!

"Whew, it hurts, it hurts....."

Boom!

"Wanqing, you ...... Oops, my waist. ”

Sting!

"My clothes, Wanqing, you don't want to be like this......"

Outside the door.

Wang Liu's expression was strange, and he smacked his lips and said:

"Tsk, that's really important."

"Qing Xiaolang, I didn't expect Zhang Gongzi to like this kind of tune!"

Ye Qing, who mourned for Zhang Xiuran for three breaths, nodded approvingly and said:

"Zhang Gongzi's preferences are indeed different."

……

A quarter of an hour later.

Mo Wanqing opened the door of the house, glanced coldly at the two people standing honestly at the door, and strode away.

After the heroic figure disappeared on the third floor.

Ye Qing hurriedly rushed into the house, searched in the messy private room for a while, and found Zhang Xiuran with a blue nose and swollen face from under the collapsed bed.

Zhang Xiuran, whose face was swollen into a pig's head, silently shed tears of grief, and he struggled to push away Ye Qing's helping hand.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Ye, Ye Qing, am I disfigured?" ”

The unusual focus made Ye Qing silently turn his head.

His shrugged shoulders made Zhang Xiuran's grief flow backwards, shedding more tears, and said sadly:

"It's over, it's all over!"