At the end of the busy day, Jingzhao also returned to calm in the rudder, and Feng returned to the room with the intention of resting for a while, and then going to Qin Songyue to "harass". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info didn't expect that once he took a break from the busy days, the result of his complete physical and mental relaxation was that he overslept. When he opened his eyes, he was already in Yin. Fortunately, he changed into his night clothes in advance, waved his arms and raised his legs, tried that there was no tension around his body, then turned out the lights and jumped out of the window, diving into the night with the cool breeze.

This night, the moonlight was clear and dissolved like water, and the wind easily bypassed the people who patrolled the night in the rudder and came to Qin Songyue's residence. To his surprise, Qin Songyue's room was still holding a lamp. He climbed onto the roof, performed the kung fu of stepping across the water, carefully walked a few steps on the roof, squatted down in a convenient place, and gently uncovered the tile in front of him. The light from inside the room shone through his face. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he kept changing directions, as if to see every corner of the room, but there was not even a shadow to be found as far as his eyes could see.

Feng covered the tiles in vain, flew into the courtyard, quietly approached the window, and listened attentively for a while, with his exquisite internal strength, even a page of paper falling on the ground could be detected, but at this time he could not hear even a trace of sound in the room. Confirming that there was no one in the room, he flashed into the door, and put the bed in his eyes at first glance, only to see that it was very messy, it seemed that Qin Songyue left suddenly, and then tried the bedding with his hands, there was no residual temperature, presumably it should have been gone for a long time. Feng Buvain looked around again, and found that the furnishings in the room were extremely simple, and said in his heart: How can the upper room of Jingzhao's rudder be so shabby! Just thinking about it, the originally cheerful and jumping flames in the oil lamp suddenly decayed, and the soft and bright light became dim, almost extinguished, and at this moment, a small footstep came to his ears.

Feng Bu was shocked but not flustered, he heard the sound coming from the front door, unhurriedly pushed open the back window, jumped out of the room, and gently closed the window. The oil ran out, and the room fell into darkness, and at the same time, the door was gently pushed open, and a figure stood in the doorway. Feng Bu broke the window paper in vain, looked at the man, and looked at the silhouette of his figure, but it was Qin Songyue who was undoubted, but in the dead of night, where did he go? What did he do? Feng Bu was in vain, even if he was full of doubts at the moment, it was impossible to show up to confront him, he watched Qin Songyue get on the bed, and after a while, a slight snoring sounded, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual. A funny but reasonable thought came to mind, making Feng not in vain want to deny but feel powerless.

That's it, I'd better go home first! The wind is a little lonely, turn around and leave.

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