Before Gu Jin appeared, Qin Lang would never have thought that one day, he would want to use "the fairy of Guanghan Palace" to describe an assassin.

But the fact is that when the silver moonlight shone on Gu Jinqing's cold melon seed face, Qin Langfa had such a feeling in his heart.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh..."

Qin Lang lowered his head, looked at his fingers that were about to move, then looked at the cute toes of a certain woman, and finally visually measured the distance between the two that almost touched each other.

It's broken.

It is the so-called melon field and plum.

In the current situation, it would not be good if Gu Jin misunderstood herself as "a pervert who didn't resist the temptation in the middle of the night and wanted to play with the woman's beautiful feet".

“……”

“……”

The room was silent for a while in a wonderful atmosphere, and the girl who was sitting on the bed with her long legs curled up looked at the young man who was squatting at the end of the bed for a long time, and finally the young man looked up and smiled:

"Guess what I'm doing?"

“……”

When these words came out, Qin Lang himself felt embarrassed, but he quickly reacted:

"I'm mainly looking at Madame, she... There seems to be some injuries on my feet, and I have nothing to do at the vigil anyway, so I'll check it out by the way..."

“……”

The girl groaned, looked sideways at the moon outside the window, the high ponytail was still elegant, and the shallow fluff on the back of her snow-white neck was shining under the moonlight, so intentionally or unintentionally exuding a unique beauty.

"During the day... Thanks a lot. ”

"Huh? What? ”

Gu Jin turned around, noticed Qin Lang's absent-mindedness, and repeated:

"Thank you, for saving Madame during the day."

"You're welcome."

Qin Lang is a little funny, this girl doesn't like to talk much on weekdays, and she doesn't even want to say more "you" after the word "Xie".

"You're in a daze, are you playing some bad idea?"

"What's that called..."

……

The outspoken girl, after thanking the life-saving benefactor with her front foot, showed full vigilance with her back foot.

Although she is always expressionless on the surface, her thoughts are almost all written on her face, between her eyebrows and eyes, and her expression is direct and even a little clumsy.

Qin Lang felt that this was probably one of the reasons why she usually didn't like to talk.

……

"If I have a bad idea, Sue Woman during the day... When the lord fainted, I had already beaten me. ”

Qin Lang sat on the edge of the bed and kept a distance of about half a meter from the girl:

"I just thought you were good-looking, so I was in a daze."

Whew——!

There was a sound of breaking the air, and a familiar silver dagger was pressed against Qin Lang's shoulder socket.

"Bad idea..."

"No, to say you're good-looking is to beat you up for bad ideas?"

Qin Lang glanced at her, raised his hand and put her dagger away:

"Okay, then you're ugly."

Whew——!

scored twice, and Qin Lang's other shoulder socket was held against another dagger:

"You're ugly..."

“……”

Horizontal and vertical are all wrong, Qin Lang wordlessly brushed aside her other arm:

"It takes a hundred days to hurt your muscles and bones, not to mention that you have such a serious knife injury, so you won't do these unnecessary actions in the past few days."

……

Qin Lang knew that the girl was fierce on the surface, but in fact she didn't really mean to hurt herself, otherwise she wouldn't just put the dagger at her shoulder.

Treating the county lord's life-saving benefactor, Gu Jian, who was a little wooden, was obviously measured in his heart.

……

"By the way, don't you only thank me for saving Su Yinhua, don't you thank me for saving you?"

"No, you don't."

"Why?"

"It doesn't matter."

"What doesn't matter?"

"My life."

“……”

Qin Lang frowned slightly, stared at the girl's slender hand gently holding the side of the bed for a while, did not ask, stood up after a long time, lifted the small stove and poured a bowl of hot water, skillfully soaked a piece of horsetail grass into it, and brought it to Gu Jin.

"Give."

“？”

"Horsetail tea, your wife has also drunk it."

Gu Jin was a little hesitant, so Qin Lang took a sip of it himself, saying that it was not poisonous or anything, and then gave it to her.

“……”

Seeing that she still didn't react like a piece of wood, Qin Lang turned the small bowl half a circle:

"I didn't touch it here, drink it."

“……”

It seemed that the girl's mind was guessed to be a little embarrassed, and her cold eyes finally turned a little flustered.

Although it was just a flash in the pan, Qin Lang smiled heartily when he saw it.

Grunt...

"How?"

"Hmm..."

"What do you mean?"

"It's delicious..."

The girl's taste is obviously completely different from that of a certain woman.

"This tea can invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, which is good for the recovery of knife wounds."

Qin Lang said as he slowly removed the strip of cloth that wrapped his hands, revealing several dark brown knife cuts on his two palms.

"You..."

The girl Gu Jin was slightly moved, and she didn't need Qin Lang to say more, she could instantly know that this was the dagger wound she caused to him when the two met.

"This."

She glanced at the small wooden bowl in her hand and held it in front of Qin Lang:

"You drink."

"I don't drink."

“……”

Gu Jin frowned imperceptibly, held the small wooden bowl tightly with both hands, and pushed it in front of Qin Lang as if she was a little unconvinced:

"You drink."

"Don't drink it."

Qin Lang looked into her eyes:

"I also don't think my life matters, so it's okay if I don't drink."

“……”

What does he mean...

This person was strange, Gu Jin decided to ignore him, put the wooden bowl on the low table at the head of the bed, lay straight on the bed board, and closed his eyes.

Qin Lang was silent, changed to a new strip of cloth to bandage his hands, continued to sit back by the small stove, maintained basic vigilance, and sat silently for another hour or two, his buttocks hurt a little, so he gently pushed the door out of the house, walked under the old locust tree, breathed the cool air under the moon, and quietly stared at the water of the river flowing under Qingniugang.

……

Before I knew it, two or three pillars of incense passed.

Qin Lang, who was thinly dressed, rubbed his arms, a little cold, and wanted to go back to the house.

So, he turned around, and then he saw a familiar thin figure, standing upright behind him, with two white and tender hands, holding a small wooden bowl that had been refilled with hot water and awkwardly soaked in a large handful of horsetail grass.

"Didn't you sleep?" Qin Lang grinned.

"Drank it."

What's so funny, he was also injured, I really don't know how he laughed...

Anyway, Gu Jin couldn't laugh, raised her little face with a sullen face, looked directly at Qin Lang, and put the wooden bowl against his stomach.

"Why bother?"

"I don't want to owe you..."

"I said it all, my life is not important, so you don't owe me, as if your life is not important, so even if I save you, you don't owe me either."

“……”

The girl felt that she couldn't tell him, so she pursed her lips tightly, and put on a posture that she would never want to speak, and only pressed the small wooden bowl in her hand against his stomach harder.

"Sumire girl, don't be angry, it's actually very simple."

Qin Lang "followed the good temptation", and inexplicably had a feeling of abducting a girl:

"As long as you take back that sentence and admit that your life is also important, then even if you really owe me, I will drink this tea."

Gu Jin was silent for a long time, and then spoke softly:

"I am Madame's personal guard, a dead man."

"That's right, the dead should pay more attention to life!"

“……”

"Why should a dead soldier who doesn't even value his own life value the lives of the people he wants to protect?"

“……”

"In other words, if you don't pay attention to yourself, if something happens in the future, who will protect Madame?"

Qin Lang looked at the girl solemnly, raised a finger and nodded on her forehead:

"I don't have any consciousness at all, and I can easily say something like my life is not important, is it interesting?"

“……”

"Don't keep talking, let's do it, you take it back, and don't say that kind of thing again, I'll drink this tea, agree?"

“……”

"Nod in agreement."

Gu Jin's eyes stared at Qin Lang indifferently, just staring at him for several breaths, and finally nodded his head stiffly.

The long ponytail then swayed lightly, creating a faint fragrance.

Qin Lang just took the small wooden bowl that was about to push his stomach out of the red mark and drank it in one gulp.

“？！”

"If I put too much, I feel bitter... Well? What's wrong? ”

“……”

The girl wanted to speak and stopped, the doubt in her eyes flashed, her lips twitched twice, and she didn't say anything after all.

Never mind...

Forgot to turn the small wooden bowl around and let him drink where he had drunk...

With her identity, probably in this life, it's not suitable to care about such boring things...

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There are two flowers, one on each branch.

At the same time, under the same night sky, in the Qingzhou Mansion, the back garden built in Yangzhou style is full of tranquility, with small bridges and flowing water, red flowers and green willows, elegant and chic.

At this time, the bright moon hangs high, and in a small man-made lake more than ten zhang square in the garden, two old men sit under the pavilion in the center of the lake, one drinks, and the other drinks tea.

The tea drinker is kind and kind-eyed, wearing a moire brocade dress embroidered with birds, more than half a hundred years old, and the hair is still black.

The drinker wore a dirty gray linen robe with gloomy eyebrows, and unkempt white hair.

"My lord, the stakes are very high, forgive the old body for not being able to accompany me more tonight, I'll just say it, half a month ago, our master was killed in Jianping County, and the day before yesterday I heard that the body has been sent to the adult's house, I don't know if it's true?"

The white-haired old man got straight to the point, but the black-haired old man didn't look at him, raised his wine glass and took a leisurely sip:

"Xue Gui's death... Not to mention you, this official actually didn't expect it, after all, the arrest warrants were issued ten years ago, and your master is famous, who knew that someone would not hesitate to target him with a reward of fifty taels of silver, which shows that there are not a few chivalrous people in the world today, isn't it good. ”

"Your Excellency!"

The white-haired old man was visibly impatient:

"Ten years ago, the industry of Tianhe Sect expanded from Yizhou to Qingzhou, and our Blood Knife Sect is also very knowledgeable, and the owners of the sect are willing to hide in prison, and the number of people in the whole sect has also been sharply reduced to twenty or thirty today, which can be described as a strong man with a broken wrist..."

"Don't talk about yourself so tragically."

The black-haired old man glanced at the other party:

"What kind of goods are you, just a gang of bandits who are one of the twelve gates of the rivers and lakes, and you don't count them in your heart? Ten years ago, the issuance of a pursuit warrant is not only the meaning of Tianhe Sect, but also the meaning of the people and officials of Qingzhou, the reason why it has left you a trace of vitality is already on the face of your master and my past relationship, what else do you want to ask for when you come today? ”

"Of course I know what the adults are saying!"

The white-haired old man gritted his teeth:

"As an elder in the sect, I know that it is only a matter of time before my Blood Knife Gate completely disappears from the rivers and lakes, and now I don't expect anything, the reason why I am still cheeky to talk to adults about some old things, I just want to ask adults for a reasonable thing."

"What makes sense is what you need to ask for... Scold... Go ahead. ”

"I hope that my lord will return the corpse of my sect master Xue Gui to us the Blood Knife Gate."

"Why? What treasures are not on his corpse? ”

The black-haired old man said something unintentionally, but the white-haired old man's eyes quietly trembled, and he immediately calmed down:

"The master of the door has suffered in the cell for ten years, how can there be any treasure to speak of, but we, the elders who followed the master of the door at the earliest, still have a little bit of righteousness, I really can't bear it..."

"Alright, alright."

The black-haired old man stroked his long beard:

"I'll also say it bluntly, a corpse, transported to the state capital is nothing more than to verify the identity, I have experienced it the day before yesterday, it is indeed Xue Gui's old thing, if you want to take it back, you can take it back, the reward that should be issued by me here is the hair, this matter is like this."

"Lord Xie, Governor!"

"Come, take this old gentleman to find a servant...... Oh yes, in addition, you'd better not be on the rivers and lakes again because of Xue Gui's matter, there is news in the capital that there is a big man who may pass through the major states and counties of my dynasty, if you step on the iron plate, the Blood Knife Gate may not only be removed, but also killed. ”

"Remember, old body! Go back and let the disciples keep a low profile! ”

……

Soon, the white-haired old man went away under the guidance of the servant, and the prefect, after drinking a few more glasses alone, summoned another servant.

"What do you command?"

"Find someone to follow and see what is wrong with Xue Gui's corpse."

"Yes!"