About today's rain drained last night's clouds.

The vault was bright, the moon was as thin as a hook, and there were countless stars clustered around it.

Through their light, Hong Fan could clearly see Tang Xingqing's eyebrows, and he was smiling a little.

"Twenty-eight today? What time is it? ”

Hong Fan asked.

"Heyday, you've slept all day."

Tang Xingqing replied.

"Today's lunch and dinner were all mentioned by me in front of your door, and you didn't wake up when I knocked on the door."

"The warrior sleeps too deadly, but the way to die is to die."

She was half reminding, half teasing.

In the old days, Hong Fan would smile politely back.

But he couldn't laugh at the moment.

Tang Xingqing sensed that something was wrong, stood up straight, and the two hairpins on the bun shook the bead chain.

"Are you healed?"

Hong Fan looked at her obviously more delicate outfit and asked casually.

"It's half there."

Tang Xingqing replied immediately, sensing the other party's absent-mindedness, and asked.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, probably ......"

Hong Fan wanted to be perfunctory, but when the lie came to his mouth, he became irritable.

"I went to Yunlan City with Duan Tiannan last night."

He said in a voice that suddenly stiffened.

"You're going to assassinate Feng Chengyi?"

Tang Xingqing's voice was half a degree higher, and even the arms he was holding were scattered.

Everyone in Huaiyang knows that Duan Tiannan has a history in this regard.

"No, we went to see the top of the storm."

Hong Fan Dingding said, looking directly at each other.

"Storm Lanshan, eye-opening."

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard.

He understood that the other party knew about the top of the storm.

Until tonight, Hong Fan was not disgusted with Tang Xingqing.

Although the latter almost executed Wu Yuan.

As Duan Tiannan said, both sides are their masters, one is righteous in their hearts, and the other is the king's law on their heads, and life and death have nothing to do with personal enmity.

But Hong Fan looked at her now, and his heart suddenly swelled with irrepressible anger.

"Do you know anything about the top of the storm?"

His voice sank.

"I haven't seen it in person, but I know everything you know."

Tang Xingqing replied.

"You know that a Thousand Faces has been added? Amazing! ”

Hong Fan replied without thinking.

If he was unhappy in the last sentence, this sentence is already a question.

Tang Xingqing's hand hidden in his sleeve was clenched into a fist.

"Yes, I joined Thousand Faces in May of this year."

Instead, she had a smile on her face.

"And what do you expect me to do?"

"When the royal court recruited me—the appointment document still had the name of Cheng Feng Mubai in the Thousand Faces Wind—could it be that I tore it up?"

She asked rhetorically.

"So you have to sit in this position?"

Hong Fan snorted coldly.

Tang Xingqing's sword eyebrows furrowed.

"Fluttering words only you can say? Why didn't you bring Kazama's head back? ”

She stepped out of the threshold, her expression as sharp as when she stepped on the sword box at the entrance of the Duanli City Market.

"I may not go, but the Tang family always has to go."

"The Feng clan has been established for two hundred years, and the three counties have respected the royal court for ten generations."

"The government office, agricultural tax, martial arts recruitment, talent selection, and even the marriage between the four great families, everything has long been lawless......

Then, she was interrupted by a rough question.

"Qiandianxing, we don't talk about the Tang family, we don't talk about others."

"If only I ask you."

"What do you think of Fengyunding, what do you think of Kazama?"

Tang Xingqing was stunned.

She was finally really annoyed.

"Chisha, so what do you want to do when you come to Huaiyang Kingdom?"

"Like Wu Yuan, who only cares about the details, kills a county official when he sees an uneven road, and pretends to be a chivalrous guest?"

Tang Xingqing burst into sharp teeth.

"Even if the Baisheng Army invades Yunlan City, even if the situation of Huaiyang Kingdom falls, will the matter be over?"

"No, there are countless storms on the heads of the poor people in the world."

"I heard that many people in your hometown of Liangzhou in the western part of the country went to the swamp to hunt snakes to get snake gall, but the snake gall was never used on them."

"I heard that the Shura Sect enjoys the entire Tianpeng Mountain Range, and heavy taxes are levied on hunting and medicine collection in the mountains, but the name of the Shura Sect is not written on the Tianpeng Mountain."

"I heard that Xingjun uses soul seizure to enhance his power, aren't you still willing to do it?"

Hong Fan couldn't fight back for a while.

Since he woke up, his mind has been in turmoil.

Provoking this topic is an out-of-control catharsis.

On the other side, Tang Xingqing still did not relent.

"The higher the martial artist, the more he does not produce, and he only scrutinizes, retreats, and learns all day long, all relying on others to provide for him."

"Where do these offerings come from, and at what cost?"

She asked.

"In the battle at the entrance of the market, although you won me, but you don't understand martial arts - the way of martial arts, all changes are inseparable from their sects, and the loss is insufficient and more than enough."

"Whether you like it or not, for a warrior, mortals are crops."

"Some are finely cared for, and some are roughly groomed."

"But in any case, being harvested is the fate of the crop."

Her tone became more and more aggressive, her face became more and more pale, and she held her abdomen with one hand, as if an old wound had recurred.

But speaking of this, Tang Xingqing didn't want to stop even if she endured the pain.

She took a big stride, grabbed and tied a knot with her skirt, and then drew water from the deep well in the corner of the yard, and dried half a bucket in one gulp like wine.

Hong Fan saw the moonlight shining on her bare calves, like forged silver.

After drinking cold water, Tang Xingqing suppressed the pain, walked to the rattan chair, and looked directly into Hong Fan's eyes.

"I heard that some time ago, you went to the field with Gu Yi Shin every day?"

Tang Xingqing said condescendingly.

"Duan Tiannan and Gu Yixin are both from farming families, and it is rare not to forget their roots, and there are often rumors about the news that they are in charge of farming with their own hands."

"So this time in the field, you saw a few warriors of the Baisheng Army?"

She asked.

Hong Fan hesitated.

Tang Xingqing sneered when she saw this.

"Chisha, do you really think that you are qualified to preach to others by helping a few old farmers on a whim?"

"I am a big family of the Tang family, and I don't need to go down to the field when I die."

The tone is arrogant.

forced Hong Fan to raise his head suddenly.

But Tang Xingqing only quickened the speed of speech as if his plan had succeeded.

"Can't you hear that?"

"You Jin Haihong, although our Tang family is far away, how many people have worked in the fields and worked as coolies?"

Hong Fan was silent.

Tang Xingqing tiptoed and smiled proudly.

"At this time, there may still be some rice that has not been milled, and some grain that has not yet been put into the cellar."

"Chisha, you can still pretend tomorrow."

"But you and I both know that you can't let your own family not practice martial arts, just like you can't use the sand world."

There was a pause.

"Are you still going to ask me what I think of Kazama?"

Then, Tang Xingqing stabbed out the last question like a sword.

Hong Fan lowered his eyes and did not answer.

So she pressed harder on her lower abdomen as she slowly walked back to her room.

Only the last two sentences remained in the courtyard.

"I'm not saying this to win you over in my tongue, nor to show how kind I am, how different I am from other martial arts practitioners."

"It's just that I was once a little maid who prayed for martial arts but couldn't get it."

After speaking, she slammed the door, leaving Hongfan to sit alone in front of Xingyue.

By the time dawn broke, he was already soaked in the night.

PS: I took sleeping pills at 12 o'clock last night, and I fell asleep at 7 o'clock this morning.

Lao Huang: My resistance seems to be full.

I've been following the crowd for the past few days.

(End of chapter)