Chapter 367 Come to Deliver?

It was late at night, and the lights in the town became sparse.

There was no sound in the inn, only one person and one bird were left, standing on the ridge of the roof watching the wind.

The bird squatted on the tiles, maybe it was boring because there was no one to talk to it. It looked at the wind and moon in the mountains and said "chirp, chirp, chirp..." alone, which probably means - kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the matter is over, fly away and hide your body and name...

Fan Qinghe sat in front of him, not bothering to talk to Niaoniao. He held his cheek with one hand and his eyes were slightly absent-minded. He still hasn't gotten over what happened just now.

Fan Qinghe was born in Dongming Mountain. As early as he could remember, he happened to encounter the defeat of the Northwest Royal Court and the Liaoyuan Fire. After that, the situation of the various ministries plummeted, and all he could see was oppression and suffering.

As a descendant of Zhu Zong, Fan Qinghe could not be as carefree as ordinary girls. When girls of the same age first started to fall in love, she was practicing various skills. When girls of the same age got married, she started to stir up the whole Dongming. The burden of the ministry's survival.

As the clan leader, she had no intention of thinking about personal marriage, she was completely blank about relationships, and she didn't think she had any special thoughts about Night Terror Hall.

But the previous few skin-to-skin kisses can be explained by misunderstandings. Just now, I had a night terror, but I actually kissed her from the front and even stuck out my tongue...

Why didn't she run away...

Not even very resistant...

Fan Qinghe bit his red lips, not knowing what happened to him. While he was silently in a daze, the bird next to him suddenly raised his head and looked outside the town:

"grumble?"

Fan Qinghe came back to his senses, squinted and looked carefully at the official road outside the town, only to see a fast horse galloping past the official road in the distance, heading towards Xiaoshan Fort.

The horse seemed to be quite huge, with its mane fluttering in the wind like a galloping dragon and python. It supported the heroine on it like a little girl riding a big horse. It was also incredibly fast, and only an afterimage could be seen in the distance, almost in the blink of an eye. In a short time, he crossed the official road outside the town and ran into the distance.

Although it is difficult to see clearly from a distance, there are probably fewer such powerful horses than Wukui in the Northern and Southern Dynasties combined. Fan Qinghe came to Jiangzhou with the official ship, so he naturally saw this independent horse. Circle, the imperial mount that is pulled out for a walk on the deck every day.

Fan Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then stood up and looked carefully. The bird flapped its wings and flew out of the town:

"Chi chi chi..."

The people passing by outside the town were obviously not paying attention to what was happening outside the window and just immersed themselves in their way.

As soon as the bird flew not far away, the galloping horse stopped in a hurry, then turned around and ran towards the town.

Fan Qinghe originally thought that the empress was coming, but he was still a little nervous, so he flew down to the street and wanted to greet her.

As a result, when the horses approached, they found a slender fairy in a white dress sitting on the back of the charcoal-red horse. She wore a curtain hat on her head, and a long sword and a wine gourd hanging from her waist...

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Fan Qinghe was stunned, his worried expression suddenly turned into disgust, and he stood up straighter:

"How did you come?"

Hoof-clack, hoof-clack...

The rhythmic sound of horse hooves stopped outside the inn. The amazing horse didn't even pant after running for a long time. It just stood on the spot as steady as a rock, looking up at the little bird parked above its head.

Because it was inconvenient to ride a horse in a skirt, Xuanji sat sideways on the saddle. When she reached the place, she jumped to the ground and held the reins to look at the inn:

"Come and take a look when you are bored. Where is the Night Terror Hall?"

If it were in the past, the demon girl suddenly came over and asked about the whereabouts of Ye Jingtang, Fan Qinghe would think it was normal.

But now Fan Qinghe already knew something. When he looked at the fairy-like enchantress, his eyes naturally changed. He came closer and frowned:

"Are you ashamed? As a Taoist nun from Yuxu Mountain, you are messing around with your apprentice men. You just left the Night Terror Hall for a day, and you can't wait to come here to look for it. It's simply... alas..."

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Master Xuanji was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Qing He who was full of disgust. After a moment of silence, he took off his curtain hat, revealing his cold and charming cheeks. Instead of feeling ashamed, there was even a bit of curiosity on his face:

"As an aunt, what are you doing with the Night Terror Hall?"

Fan Qinghe's expression froze, and then he said in embarrassment: "What are you talking nonsense about? How could I possibly talk to him...You villain should file a complaint first, right?"

Master Xuanji walked around Fan Qinghe and looked at him:

"Nothing like that, why would he tell you about me?"

"I..." Fan Qinghe felt guilty and panicked: "I can see it myself! As Master Jing Wang, you are messing around with the juniors, and you still act like a normal person..."

Master Xuanji was actually panicking, but she didn't show it on her face. She raised her hand and touched Qinghe's skirt:

"I'm just the emperor's master, not the master of Ye Jingtang. A man is unmarried and a woman is unmarried. What's wrong with having mutual affection? You and Ye Jingtang are serious people..."

Fan Qinghe slapped the thief's hand away: "I'm just from the same clan as Princess Tianlang, and I'm just called clan sister according to seniority..."

"It means that you can also get married openly and openly. What can't I say to you?"

"..."

Fan Qinghe was no match for the enchantress. In a few words, he got himself involved. She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't speak. She turned around and wanted to leave, ignoring this shameless vixen. But when she turned around, she felt something was wrong and raised her hand to block the way:

"What are you doing here? Ye Jingtang was injured just now and is resting. If you have something to say outside, don't even think about going in to do that kind of...that kind of shameful thing."

Master Xuanji came all the way here, naturally not to deliver benefits. On the contrary, she wanted to clean up the night terror hall.

After all, the Night Terror Hall had tortured her terribly the night before. She didn't recover until yesterday afternoon, and she didn't even have time to settle the score with the Night Terror Hall.

Seeing Qinghe blocking the way, Xuanji Zhenren was not in a hurry to go up. Instead, he parked his horse into the stable and asked:

"Why is he injured again? Isn't Long Zhengqing at Wanghai Tower?"

Fan Qinghe was stunned when he heard this: "Long Zhengqing is in Wanghai Tower?"

"Yes, the news just came in the afternoon, saying that Long Zhengqing had carved a limerick in Wanghai Tower: 'The young man was frivolous and angry, and fought against the heroes across thousands of miles. Now that he is old and has a strong heart, the drunken wine and the green front are waiting for the young. dragon'."

Fan Qinghe blinked: "What do you mean?"

"In the afternoon, set up a hero challenge at Wanghai Tower and let Ye Jingtang go there to challenge him."

Master Xuanji came out of the stable, caught the bird and rubbed it:

"When Wu Kui fights against each other, usually one of them has to be defeated. This kind of arena is quite rare. As soon as the news came out, everything in Jiangzhou City went crazy, and many people ran to the seaside. Long Zhengqing heated up the atmosphere. , it was inappropriate for the Night Terror Hall not to show up, so I ran over and told him to put down the trivial matters first and go back to prepare. How was he injured? Is it serious? "

Fan Qinghe frowned slightly and responded: "Ye Jingtang came here just to find Long Zhengqing, but he couldn't find him. Instead, he bumped into Linghu Guanzhi. He also found a good sword. He just fought in Xiaoshan Fort. They fought and beat Linghu Guanzhi to death..."

After listening to what happened at Xiaoshan Fort, Master Xuanji understood that Long Zhengqing's high-profile move was probably to cover up Linghu Guanzhi.

Now that Linghu Guanzhi has died suddenly and the sword strip has been successfully seized, this cover is naturally meaningless. Master Xuanji thought for a while and said:

"The news about Xiaoshan Fort has probably spread back to Jiangzhou City. I wonder if Long Zhengqing will become so angry that he will come directly to Ye Jingtang to steal the sword stick. Ye Jingtang just had a fight, so he would not dare to do so without recuperation. If you deal with Long Zhengqing rashly, where is he? I'll go and see how injured he is first."

Seeing this, Fan Qinghe got out of the way: "It's on the second floor, um... He didn't take a good rest and wanted to run around. I got a needle from him. He can't move around. Don't pull it out for him."

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When Master Xuanji heard this, he was a little confused. After glancing at He He who was a little evasive, he entered the inn alone...

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The woman's soft whisper sounded from the street outside the window.

Ye Jingtang had already fallen asleep, but he woke up again at this time, and was wondering whether Long Zhengqing would be able to scream in the wind, or whether he would come to him to snatch the sword back.

While he was thinking secretly, light footsteps sounded outside the room.

Step, step...

Ye Jingtang turned his head and looked at the curtain, considered it for a moment, then raised his hand and inserted the silver needle into his neck, making an appearance as if his whole body was limp.

Squeak~

Soon, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Xuanji, who was wearing a white dress as white as snow, glanced into the room; and the follower Bird Bird also poked his head under the door:

"Jiji?"

Ye Jingtang turned his eyes and said unexpectedly:

"Fairy Lu, why are you here?"

Seeing the night terror, Master Xuanji couldn't move. Naturally, there was a little playfulness in his eyes. He entered the house quietly, shut the birds out, ignored the "ta da da~" sound of the door being kicked, and came to the curtain with light steps. , raise your finger and hook lightly.

Inside the curtain, Ye Jingtang was naked from the waist up, with a bandage on his chest, and black thin pants underneath, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Master Xuanji raised her eyebrows and sat elegantly beside the bed, running her fingers across her strong chest muscles:

"You pervert, did you take advantage of He He when you were injured, so she sealed your acupuncture points?"

Ye Jingtang looked at Shui'er whose eyes were full of 'You too have today', and said helplessly:

"How come, do I look like that kind of person?"

"Don't you look like that?"

When Master Xuanji said this, he became a little unhappy. He took off his shoes and lay down on his side in front of him. His eyes were like those of an evil witch who was asking for punishment:

"The night before yesterday, Ning'er wanted to deal with me, so I had no choice but to act generous. Don't tell me that you don't understand my thoughts. You knew I was in trouble. What did you do?"

Ye Jingtang was blown by Ru Lan's breath on his ears, blinked his eyes and said:

"I didn't do anything, just serve Fairy Lu well."

"You don't dare to say that, do you?"

Master Xuanji moved her fingers in circles on her chest and said slowly:

"Then let me tell you. You took advantage of my difficulty in refusing and asked me to hold the watermelon and push it to you. When you did it, you even hit me twice..."

"How can you say hit? I just patted twice."

"Why don't you dare to take pictures of Ning'er? Huh huh?"

"Well……"

Xuanji's eyes were quite dissatisfied, and she turned Ye Jingtang's cheek:

"I'm so tolerant of you, but you're so pushy and don't show mercy. Tell yourself, do you have a conscience?"

Ye Jingtang was a little innocent: "How could I not be merciful? It's just that I didn't even have a chance to speak the day before yesterday...well, it was my fault. It won't be the same next time."

Master Xuanji didn't believe the nonsense at all. He held up the side of his face with his hands and hummed softly:

"If you make a mistake, you will be punished. If I don't give you a memory, you will do it again next time."

Ye Jingtang was a little confused: "What kind of memory do you have?"

Master Xuanji showed a smile and didn't say much. She just raised her bare hands and opened the skirt of her white skirt, revealing a white coat embroidered with a wine gourd. Her jade fingers were slightly hooked, and the edge of the coat revealed a semicircular outline.

The white jade is flawless, and the cherry red is obvious.

Ye Jingtang blinked, looked carefully, and then looked at the cold water, presumably meaning - is this punishment? Then give me more...

Like a good daughter-in-law who obeys her words, Master Xuanji sat up a little, leaned over slightly, and brought the skirt of her clothes to the tip of Ye Jingtang's nose:

"That."

The faint fragrance penetrated the tip of his nose, and Ye Jingtang was naturally moved. He subconsciously opened his mouth, but he never thought that Shui'er would shrink back, preventing him from eating.

After being teased for a while, Ye Jingtang finally understood the meaning and said helplessly:

"Fairy Lu, aren't you taking advantage of others' danger?"

"Are you taking advantage of others' danger?"

Seeing that Ye Jingtang couldn't move, Master Xuanji became very interested. She pulled her coat to the middle, revealing the jade ball on the left side, and shook it in front of Ye Jingtang:

Dong Dong~

"Does it look good?"

I go……

Ye Jingtang moved his fingers, suppressing his instinctive reaction, but some parts still failed to suppress it. He sighed softly:

"Fairy Lu, you have to be careful as a human being, otherwise you will suffer when I am able to move again."

Master Xuanji dared to threaten Ye Jingtang when he saw it, and snorted lightly:

"We'll talk about the future later. Anyway, you can't do anything about it now. Come on, say 'I am a big pervert' and I will reward you as a teacher."

Ye Jingtang's lips moved slightly, and he forced his eyes away from the white ball, making a look like he would rather die than bend down:

"How could I say these things against my will just because of greed? Fairy Lu has any means, just try it out, I can handle it."

Seeing that Ye Jingtang dared to speak harshly, Master Xuanji closed his collar, picked up the wine gourd, and looked at the big villain:

"Huh~ If you don't say anything, there will be nothing. Just hold it in slowly. If you dare to suppress your reaction, I have a hundred ways to wake you up and make you uncomfortable to death."

This kind of thing where you can't eat without being seen, and your appetite has to be aroused all the time, is indeed a kind of torture.

If Ye Jingtang was really paralyzed, he probably wouldn't be able to hold back three sentences and would have to say and listen to whatever he said, but unfortunately, he would be fine long ago.

Seeing that Shui'er was unable to move due to him, she actually showed off her power. Ye Jingtang was not used to it. As soon as Shui'er put the wine into her mouth, she raised her head and came forward:

"Give me a bite too..."

"Ugh?!"

Master Xuanji's expression changed with Feng Qingyundan. He wanted to get up and leave the battlefield, but Ye Jingtang grabbed his wrist and pressed him directly on the pillow.

Master Xuanji was frightened the day before yesterday. When he saw that he had lost his temper, his look of inquisition disappeared immediately. He twisted a few times:

"Woooo..."

Ye Jingtang didn't rudely tear off her skirt. After swallowing hard, he raised his head slightly and pressed Xiao Shuishui:

"Do you realize your mistake?"

"..."

Master Xuanji was indeed a little timid, but getting her to admit her timidity was obviously harder than killing her. Her eyes turned cold:

"Night Terror Hall, do you really think I won't be angry? Get out of the way!"

Seeing Shuishui's harsh words, Ye Jingtang didn't say much, pulled up the hem of her skirt and started to pose.

Master Xuanji pushed twice, but how could he push the man past him at this time? Seeing that he was about to get a stick, he gritted his teeth and looked outside:

"Qinghe!"

Meanwhile, in the next room.

After Fan Qinghe entered the house, how could he continue to let loose on the roof like a mistress? He crept quietly into the next room, pretended to be sleeping, and listened secretly.

Fan Qinghe was quite annoyed when he found that the demon girl took advantage of the fact that Ye Jingtang could not move and began to bully people with her demonic aura, but it was not easy to run in and help Ye Jingtang unblock it.

At this time, he found that Ye Jingtang suddenly opened his Qi pulse, and wanted to give some color to the witch who was seeking death. How could Fan Qinghe help this foxy girl to rescue her? He said directly:

"Why are you yelling when you don't sleep at night? Who cares about you if you make it yourself..."

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Master Xuanji was stunned. She really didn't expect Hehe to be so stupid. Ye Jingtang was ready to harm her, but she didn't know how to stop him out of jealousy.

According to common sense, this situation must be unacceptable to Tiantian.

But Master Xuanji was obviously not an ordinary person. Seeing that Qinghe was adding insult to injury, he immediately went in the opposite direction, stopped struggling, and instead hooked Ye Jingtang's neck:

"Look, Qinghe doesn't mind. Come on, let me help you take off your clothes..."

"..."

When Fan Qinghe heard this tone, he was immediately annoyed. He turned over and sat up and wanted to say something, but he felt that he shouldn't disturb Ye Jingtang. He gritted his silver teeth and lay back down again.

Ye Jingtang just wanted to clean up the mess, but looking at the current situation, he was afraid that he would make Miss Fan cry in anger. After thinking about it, he shook his head and sighed:

"Okay, okay, no more joking, go to bed early and recuperate, and I have to go meet Long Zhengqing."

After saying that, he lay down and just held Shui'er and touched her.

Seeing that Ye Jingtang spared her half a time, Master Xuanji naturally didn't insist on being stubborn. She became honest at the moment, pretending to analyze the affairs of Xiaoshan Fort and Long Zhengqing, and secretly let Ye Jingtang kiss and touch her for a long time. , then stood up, straightened her skirt, and ran to the next room.

Although Ye Jingtang was a little worried about it, it was indeed a bit too much to let Miss Fan listen next door. He suppressed his distracting thoughts at the moment. When Shuishui got up and ran away, he thought the matter was over.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he closed his eyes, Shui'er, who was always restless, started acting like a monster again. A whispered conversation soon came from next door:

"Fachun, go sleep next door, why are you touching me?"

"really big……"

"Shut up, Night Terror Hall can hear you..."

"I told him specifically..."

Pa~

It has an extremely elastic and crisp sound, and it should be Miss Fan who was photographed.

Then came 'ding dong ding dong', which sounded like two people wrestling.

"..."

Ye Jingtang opened his mouth, wanting to start a fight, but he couldn't interrupt, and in his heart he felt that he might not be able to sleep...

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I have had chest tightness for the past two days. I went to the hospital for a checkup this morning, but it took two days in the afternoon to get it done.

The result is probably tachycardia, right ventricular overload, and incidentally, spinal facet joint dislocation and muscle strain.

The problem is not big, but there is a tendency to get sick from overwork. Doctors recommend getting more rest and activities, not sitting for long periods of time, and not being too stressed.

Aguan writes 800 words an hour. To write 8,000 words, he has to go without eating or drinking for ten hours. He also has to write without getting stuck. It is really impossible to take care of both his body and his book.

In the next few months, I will really be able to recover physically. I can only update slowly, otherwise it will be a problem whether I can finish this book or2.