The wind and rain were raging, and the girl's sorrow was like flickering embers in a brazier, looming. Zhi Hunt Zhen listened silently for a while, and suddenly a blank feeling rose in his heart.

He didn't quite understand why, for six years, Dongxue still couldn't forget the dead son. He was a little curious, a little envious, and even a little inexplicably jealous. It was something he had never felt before. There is no Bailing Mountain where Zhiye and Ba Wolf have stayed, there is no sheep slaughtering set accompanied by Qingfeng and Geshu Night, and there is still no Jiankang City in Huatianjindi.

He should have left at this time, but his footsteps stayed where he was, and he didn't move. The night breeze blew through, and pieces of white mist rolled up and drifted out, like a teenager's trance.

The cry of winter snow is high and low, like a sad and sad song, like spring rain, and revealing a trace of cold. Zhi Hunt has really listened to it for a long time, and he can't help but feel a little anxious. His gaze moved down, and fell on the girl's thin mutton fat white skirt, which was drenched and became almost transparent, clinging to the flesh-colored skin. Because of the kneeling position, the fragrant buttocks wrapped in pink obscene pants protruded high, full as a peach, and trembled and trembled with the sound of sobbing.

Zhi Hunt was really stunned for a moment, it's not that he hasn't seen this, there are more beautiful and explicit pictures in the Spring Palace Atlas. In the past, he had seen it, but he had never felt anything unusual. But I don't know why, the girl's trembling buttocks were accompanied by a crying and complaining, and his heart jumped suddenly, and beat again, and more intensely, as if an egg shell had burst deep in his body, and a young beast was about to jump out, and let out a tender and wild roar.

Zhi Hunt Zhen looked away like a snake and scorpion, and suddenly ripped off his hood, letting the torrential rain whip his head and face, and drip down his neck and chest.

The rain was cold and cold, but it was the rain of a spring night, but it was hot and scorching in the bones, like fire. Streams of water meandered across the chest and lower abdomen, constantly giving birth to one stream after another of dry heat. Shikari took a deep breath, and even the breath he exhaled was hot.

He subconsciously grabbed the saber at his waist and felt empty before he remembered that the sword had been thrown out by him. Zhi Kari closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, guarded his senses, and forcibly suppressed his strange emotions.

After a while, he calmed down, turned to leave, and suddenly heard Dongxue's crying stop: "Shizi, I know that you don't blink an eye." ”

Zhi Hunt really suddenly, stopped his steps, the six heirs of Yongning Hou died one after another, which has always been an insoluble mystery in his heart. This matter should have nothing to do with Prince Qiao, but no matter how powerful the other party is, it is impossible to eliminate six people in a row in a Xuanhe family like the Yongning Marquis Mansion. According to his speculation, there may be Prince Qiao's internal response in the Hou Mansion.

"Xue'er will avenge you!" Dongxue slowly raised her head, her voice sad, "Every day, every moment in the past six years, Xue'er has been thinking about how to avenge you. Shizi, Xue'er will definitely find an opportunity, and you must bless me in the spirit of heaven. ”

Zhi Huntzhen's eyes flickered, and he was about to continue listening, when the eight-winged golden cicada suddenly chirped softly, and dozens of feet away, a moving black shadow was reflected in his sea of consciousness. It was the guard that Zhi Kari Shin had set up on the periphery of the padlock technique in the magic lock technique all the way. As soon as someone approaches this lock of divine consciousness, the lock will quietly hang on to the other person like a cang's ear stuck to the fur of a beast, and throw the image into the sea of consciousness.

"Others say, Shizi, you are practicing and going crazy, but Xue'er knows that it is not. A light of hatred flashed in Dong Xuemei's eyes, and that light even forced back the darkness around her, "In the middle of the night, Xue'er has been hiding outside the window, secretly watching you. ”

A storm swept by, the branches swayed, and a ghost fluttered with the wind in the distance, silently approaching the bamboo pavilion, and the white eyes were like ghosts.

It's Huang Po!

Zhijiao's heart moved, and with a toe pick, a stone burst out and hit the trunk of the tree by the pavilion.

"Who?" Dongxue was startled when she heard this, glanced around in panic, and hurriedly ran away holding the tablet. After a few breaths, Huang Po appeared in the bamboo pavilion. She was dressed in a wide black coat, and the folded hem hung down to the ground, so that her feet could not be seen, and she seemed to float when she moved. Huang Po glanced at the brazier on the ground, glanced in the direction where Dongxue left, and let out a sneering laugh.

Zhi Hunt Zhen lay still until Huang Po left, and then entered the bamboo pavilion. The brazier was filled with black ashes, and the smell of fireworks slowly drifted away, but the sparks extinguished in the basin seemed to be burning in Zhijia's heart, flickering and flickering, and the light was uncertain. He stood quietly for a moment and quietly returned to the pavilion.

I got up the next day, and the rainstorm stopped. Zhi Hunt Zhen suddenly noticed something strange, and hurriedly waved away Qiu Yue, who came to serve. He looked around at no one, pulled open the multicolored engraved silver mink satin quilt, and looked down at the white obscene pants. The front is dark in color, slimy and wet to the touch, and exudes a faint fishy smell.

Zhi Hunt really stayed for a long time, took off his dirty pants, and hid it in a hurry. All morning, he had become in a trance, in a fog. The trembling chest of the spring flower, the swaying waist of the autumn moon, the round thighs of the summer lotus, and the upturned buttocks of the winter snow are all swaying back and forth in front of him, like the gurgling water flowing under the eaves, twisting one by one, swaying, and the rain is still melting with a strong spring feeling.

"Shizi, Shizi!" Xia He called out repeatedly.

"Ah, what?" Shin Zhijia came back to his senses, and his gaze involuntarily slid to the maid's white neck. Under the light, the fine and soft fluff is golden yellow, and the fragrance is faintly attacking.

"Shizi, Mrs. Zhao, please go immediately. Xia He glanced at Zhi Zhenzhen in surprise.

"Mrs. Zhao? Oh, it's my mother. Zhi Hunti was slightly stunned. On weekdays, in addition to the routine greetings, he pretends to be a filial son in front of outsiders, and he has nothing to do with Zhao Dieniang. This time, I deliberately went to him, I was afraid that something had happened.

"The provincial cavalry squire under the door, the general of Tianluo Wei arrested Ning Xiaoxiang to meet Mrs. Zhao. ”

In the living room of Fengyi Garden, a man dressed in an embroidered gold crimson tiger lying guard official uniform arched his hand to Zhao Dieniang, took the rain azure tea cup handed by the maid, and took a sip gently.

He was in his early thirties, his complexion was fair, his lips were neatly groomed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned like crescent moons, as if he was smiling at any time, and his smile was as clean as spring water in the mountains.

"Lord Ning is polite. Zhao Dieniang bowed slightly, and her heart sank. Tianluowei is the secret agency of the Great Jin, which can be described as bloody and ruthless. Similar to Dayan's embroidery division, Tianluowei specializes in killing key criminals, spying on intelligence, and directly obeying the orders of King Jin Ming. The loose cavalry squire is just an official rank plus, but the arrest of Tianluo Wei is in real power, and he can be called His Majesty's henchman.

"I don't know why Lord Ning came to look for me and An'er?" Zhao Dieniang sat back on the bamboo chair of Xiangfei and asked in a mansheng voice.

Ning Xiaoxiang always had a spring breeze on his face, and his attitude was gentle and elegant: "It's for the death of the eldest princess." ”