The girl's voice was clear and shallow, and it sounded very comfortable, but at the moment there was a hint of complaint: "I've been standing for so long, and you still don't open the window?"

Zhao Wu'an stood up from the ground and opened the window of the inn in a leisurely manner. The night was as cool as water, and the moonlight was gently sprinkled on the two of them. The pretty woman standing by the window was dressed in a black veil, hiding her charming body that was not wearing much clothes. There was no platform outside the window, and the girl's foothold was just a piece of wood that protruded slightly, not even half the length of the sole of her foot.

Seeing Zhao Wu'an open the window, she didn't see outside, stepped on the window edge as soon as she raised her foot, and stretched out her hand to Zhao Wu'an. Zhao Wu'an originally wanted to refuse and greeted her, but seeing her borrowing strength so frankly, she was also helpless, so she smiled bitterly and held the girl's hand and pulled her into the room.

The girl who stepped into the guest room finally breathed a sigh of relief, and ripped off the black veil that wrapped around her body, and the clothes she wore underneath were surprisingly small. Her figure was already graceful enough, and her whole body, except for the clothes where she had to hide, her smooth lower abdomen, white lotus-like arms, and a pair of slender legs were directly exposed to the air. The girl reached over her head and removed several silver rings of various sizes that had been placed on her head. Her wrists, ankles, and neck were all covered with this ringing silver ring, and then she stopped her movements and looked at Zhao Wu'an, who had been watching her.

"Breaking into a big man's bedroom in the middle of the night, and wearing so little, aren't you afraid of what I will do to you?"

She shook her head: "Why should I be afraid of a broken sleeve?"

Zhao Wu'an raised his good-looking brows and said strangely: "You have been talking since just now, what kind of broken sleeve? I am not a broken sleeve." ”

"Stop lying. The girl began to fold the black veil, "You're a man, and so is my brother." Isn't this a broken sleeve?"

Zhao Wu'an raised his eyebrows, not understanding what this meant: "But I don't like your brother." ”

The girl ignored him.

"Besides, since I'm a broken sleeve, why do you still want to chase here?" Zhao Wu'an spread his hand, "Nine years ago, why did you poison the lives of those twenty-nine innocent women? Sangyu, you have the grace to save my life, and I can't repay it, and it is even more difficult to take revenge, so I can only stay away. Wait until you don't like me anymore—"

Zhao Wu'an said, his face became more and more unbearable. Because the girl who was called Sang Yu didn't feel like being poked at all, she just looked at Zhao Wu'an with the clear eyes she always had. At this moment, there was a trace of doubt in that gaze.

"When have I ever liked you?" asked the girl, tilting her head.

The corners of Zhao Wu'an's mouth twitched, swallowed his saliva, and pretended to be calm and asked, "Then those twenty-nine lives back then-"

"It was all killed by my brother. He likes you, so naturally he wants you to have no women around you. As the girl finished saying this with a natural expression, she folded the black veil, laid it flat on the ground, sat down, and asked, "Don't you sleep?"

"You're sleeping here?" Zhao Wu'an looked at the cold floor in a daze. It was just the beginning of spring, and even he sat on the ground for a while, and he felt cold.

"Isn't that the old rule?" the girl smiled slightly, "You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the floor." ”

After saying that, he lay down on his side with the black gauze on his pillow and closed his eyes. The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and then stopped moving. Zhao Wu'an knew that she fell asleep very quickly, and if she was woken up again, she would have to lose her temper. In desperation, he could only sit back on the edge of the bed with a wry smile.

It turns out that for so many years, it has been an oolong that can't be laughed and laughed at.

Yes, what a woman Dailou Sangyu is, her brother has long been the most popular husband for women in the entire Miaojiang, and her appearance as a small student in the Central Plains is not that there are many jade trees in the wind, and it is easy to gain the heart of a girl with a gesture, which is really a little difficult.

The girl's heart can't be received, but she receives the heart of a big man with mixed tastes. Zhao Wu'an was used to it, and even when he heard such inhumane news, he quickly accepted it with kindness. In order to pursue him, Dai Lou Duyun poisoned the twenty-nine women beside him, which sounded quite in line with his fierce and yin nature.

Zhao Wu'an pressed the sword box and pondered. Dai Lou Duyun Gui is the prince of Miaojiang, and it is naturally harmless to be a friend, but if he is an enemy, he must be prepared to confront the entire Miaojiang.

Recalling what the hatsman said, Zhao Wu'an muttered disapprerovingly: "Who made who have no peace for the rest of his life?"

He must avenge the revenge of twenty-nine innocent young women. Dailou Sangyu has a life-saving grace for him, but Dailou Duyun does not. It's just an enemy of the entire Miao Jiang, and in Zhao Wu'an's life, this is not the biggest chess game.

It's a pity that I was young and frivolous at that time, and I still couldn't see many things thoroughly.

Zhao Wu'an turned over and smiled helplessly: The so-called three major illusions of life......

He fell into a deep sleep. Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, when An Qing opened her eyes, she finally relieved her strength yesterday. Dizzy and dazed, I slept well, and now that the sun was shining, this little wilderness shop was indeed sincere, even the medium rooms were bright and clean, and the straw beds were especially soft, so I slept very comfortably. She stretched her waist, thinking that after sending Zhao Wu'an back to the temple today, she could return to Qingdi Township, and for a while Zhao Wu'an forgot most of the advice that she couldn't eat casually, rubbed her stomach, and began to think about today's breakfast.

An Guangmao, who was facing the bed, slept in a daze, but obviously had slept enough, and was about to sit up from the bed with a yawn. An Qing turned over and sat up, put on the narrow-sleeved flowing cloud painted bird robe from yesterday, and greeted her father excitedly: "What are you eating?"

An Guangmao, who is used to living in the army, still has no rich habits, rubbing his eyes and face, and said: "Steamed porridge." ”

"Gotcha. An Qing happily ran out of the door, and met the little guy who served scrambled eggs yesterday who was about to come in with a basin of hot water, and when she saw her coming out, she nodded hurriedly and said, "Woman, wash water!"

"Thanks. An Qing hummed happily, "I'm not a heroine." ”

"Hey, your dad is amazing, he must be a hero!" the little guy exclaimed sincerely, his eyes full of adoration.

An Qing sneered and pointed to the half-open door: "He's in the room, you go and bring toiletry water to that hero." ”

Saying goodbye to the little guy who was full of heroic dreams, An Qing hummed a tune and walked to Zhao Wu'an's door and knocked on the door. I slept very well all night, and I had to wave goodbye to Zhao Jushi no matter what I said today. In line with the idea of seeing one side and less side, An Qing decided to ask Zhao Wu'an what he wanted to eat this morning.

Through the door, I heard the sound of Zhao Wu'an stretching his muscles lazily, and the door opened after a while. Zhao Wu'an obviously slept well, but I don't know if it was because he chewed two mouthfuls of poisonous eggs, and his face was still slightly tired. An Qing greeted him: "Morning, what are you eating?"

Zhao Wu'an deserved to be Zhao Wu'an, he didn't feel flattered at all, tilted his head and looked at her seriously, as if he was not sure: "You still dare to eat?"

An Qing said helplessly: "Aren't all the murderers caught." ”

Zhao Wu'an thought for a while, and suddenly said, "That's right." He turned his head to the room and said, "Sangyu, what do you want to eat?"

The girl who was dressed very coolly was leaning over in front of the bed to ponder the big box, and said casually: "Saltwater chicken." ”

An Qing took a step back with a bleak face, and said in horror: "Jinjin...... Jinwu Zangjiao?"

Zhao Wu'an rolled his eyes.

"Where did this guy come from! You are still a layman, how can you be so shameless and harmonious...... Such a ...... Young girls sleeping together!I, I, I really misjudged you!" An Qing shouted loudly with a red face.

In the corridor in the early morning, this exclamation was really abrupt, and the little maids in the next room leaned out and asked with concern, "Woman, is something wrong?"

"No! not at all!" An Qing angrily defended, and when she turned her head, she saw Zhao Wu'an's face as a matter of course, only to feel that there were a lot of annoying insects crawling on his face.

"Is there anything on my face?" Zhao Wu'an asked puzzled.

"No!" An Qing shouted at him. After shouting a sentence, An Qing stomped her feet and rushed downstairs in a huff. The good mood of the morning is not to mention that it has been destroyed, but the three views have been thoroughly brushed.

I never expected that the young Taoist monk of Buddhism was still a hungry wolf at night without a woman!

Hastily asked for a few servings of steamed porridge, deliberately didn't ask for Zhao Wu'an's share, An Qing lay on the table and nibbled on the steamed buns, not caring at all if it was poisoned. In the early morning, the shop was very empty, the door was wide open, the south wind passed through the hall, and the morning sun was shining brightly, sprinkled on the green bricks. Although it is difficult to be happy about what happened, this is indeed a sunny spring, and it is indeed a very pleasant day.

The three of them went downstairs in turn and sat on the four sides of the table. Zhao Wu'an was still meticulously carrying the big box, as if he was carrying a turtle shell. The girl who was called Dailou Sangyu pulled over the stool and sat down close to Zhao Wu'an. She and Zhao Wu'an both had the same looks on their faces as usual, but they were very intimate in their gestures, as if they had known each other for many years.

An Guangmao, as always, typed a draft of several thousand words and did not ask anything. An Qing, who was taken aback early in the morning, also puffed out her cheeks and silently poked the steamed bun with chopsticks, squinting at this sudden mysterious girl.

Dressing coolly is secondary, the point is that this girl is really beautiful. Not to mention the fair and delicate skin, the facial features are also elegant and exquisite, and a pair of watery eyes are very smart, like a pair of koi swimming in them. Gu Pan is not deliberately pretentious, and her gestures are extraordinarily plain and natural, perhaps this is the biggest charm of this girl.

There were not many people in the restaurant in the early morning, but the eyes of the only few tables of diners were probably sucked into Dailou Sangyu.

Zhao Wu'an unconsciously snatched a steamed bun from An Qing's bowl, and ignored An Qing's murderous gaze, broke the steamed bun in half, and gave it to Dailou Sangyu next to him, and said lazily while stuffing it into his mouth: "If you are here, your brother will not send someone to poison you, right?"

Dailou Sangyu took a small bite of half of the steamed bun in his hand seriously, listened to Zhao Wu'an's question, thought about it, and then said: "Anyway, no one should dare to poison in front of me." ”

An Guangmao didn't react, and An Qing spread out her hand in confusion: "What do you mean? You have sex with the sister of the murderer you don't know...... Ahh

Zhao Wu'an glanced at her and said dissatisfiedly: "I have known Sang Yu for eleven years. ”

An Qing was choked speechless.

Dailou Sangyu still didn't react, eating steamed buns in small bites, probably not swallowing, turned to Zhao Wu'an and said, "I want to drink water." ”

"There should be porridge, right?" Zhao Wu'an looked at the two bowls of porridge in front of An Qing and An Guangmao, and glanced at An Qing out of the corner of his eye. An Qing couldn't stand this kind of staring, and turned her head to look at her father pitifully. An Guangmao was stunned, and shouted at the shopkeeper behind the counter: "Two more bowls of gruel." ”

Soon Xiao Er brought two bowls of porridge and placed them in front of Zhao Wu'an and Dailou Sangyu. Dailou Sangyu said thank you, picked up the porridge, and swallowed it directly on the edge of the bowl. In the stunned eyes of the An family's father and daughter, it didn't take long to drink a bowl of porridge clean. At the end, he licked his lips and looked at Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an eats slowly, and he hasn't finished chewing half of the steamed bun until now. Seeing that Dailou Sangyu was still unsatisfied, he was not surprised, but just pushed his bowl of porridge in front of Dailou Sangyu.

Dailou Sangyu held the bowl with both hands and drank it all again.

Putting down the bowl, her eyes went straight to An Qing, who was given goosebumps when she saw it, and she didn't understand what was going on in the head of this big Buddha.

Zhao Wu'an said: "Divide her a few more steamed buns." I can't hold her up. ”

An Qing trembled and pushed the big bowl of steamed buns to Dailou Sangyu. Seeing Dailou Sangyu swallowing a small bite of food far beyond what her body could bear, An Qing couldn't help but be indignant: Why are some people not fat no matter how they eat?

Eating the steamed buns for four people, Zhao Wuan didn't eat much at all, and the An family's father and daughter were only half full. Dailou Sangyu pursed his mouth and said depressedly: "I still want to eat saltwater chicken." ”

"This kind of small mountain shop, even if there is saltwater chicken, it can't make a taste. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "If you want to eat, next time we go to your big brother Hu's territory and ask him to take you to eat salted chicken." ”

Before Zhao Wu'an finished speaking, Dailou Sangyu suddenly let out an "ah", and looked at Zhao Wu'an with blazing eyes: "I remember, what am I doing here to find you this time!"

The father and daughter of the An family looked at each other: You don't remember why you came to him before?

Zhao Wu'an originally thought that Dailou Sangyu was here to poison An Qing, but since the killer was sent by Dailou Duyun, why Dailou Sangyu appeared here, he really forgot to think about it. He looked at Dailou Sangyu: "Why did you come to me?"

"It's Brother Hu, he heard that you finally came down the mountain, so he wanted to invite you to Liangzhe Road to play. Dailou Sangyu looked serious, relaying someone's words as if he were endorsing, "By the way, there is a big case over there, I want you to take a look." ”

Zhao Wu'an couldn't cry or laugh: "He wants to invite me to investigate the case, you want to eat saltwater chicken." Don't you two make a deal to trick me out, right?"

The girl smiled, neither admitting nor denying it, and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Zhao Wu'an picked up the sword box on his back.

Mo Dao mulberry night, for the sun is still full of sky.