Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Qingshui Yulansheng (4)

The golden dragon-like lightning swam across the majestic roof of Liuxin Pavilion, and the huge thunderbolt seemed to ring in his ears. Yuan Feiyan suddenly opened his eyes, woke up from the dream, the outer bed was empty, as usual, caressed Looking at the bed that belonged to him, the warm hand like creamy jade only touched one side of the cold, thinking that the person beside the pillow had left for a long time. "Miss, what are your orders?" A well-dressed girl dressed as a retainer knelt in front of the gauze tent and asked softly, waiting for orders. Miss is a pre-marriage title, not Mrs. Hao Tianhou as usual, the only one who dares to call her this way is Chuxin, the dark man from the original family's dowry.

Yuan Feiyan lowered her eyelids lightly, leaned slightly outside the bed, and asked softly, "When did Lord Hou get up?" "Miss Hui, it's time to be ugly." Yuan Feiyan sighed softly, opened the hibiscus curtain, and signaled Chuxin to wait for her to get up. "Miss just had a miscarriage two months ago, and her body is still weak and cold, let's rest." Chu Xin hurriedly stepped forward to help Yuan Feiyan: "The prince told miss to take good care of her body." Yuan Feiyan's pretty eyes widened, Chu Xin closed his mouth, put a fox fur gown on Yuan Feiyan, and carefully smoothed out the hair that was in the back of his body, and immediately his black hair was dripping in batches The ground almost fell to the ground.

Yuan Feiyan sat in front of the mirror, and Chu Xin took a half-moon jade comb and carefully wrapped Yuan Feiyan's beautiful hair. "Did my father always ask you to go?" Yuan Feiyan tilted her head slightly. Chu Xin bowed and said yes, and glanced slightly at the blurry figure in the glasses: "Miss, please rest assured, Chu Xin knows what to say." The lamp was like a bean, and the light yellow halo reflected the dusty beauty in the mirror: "Look at you in a hurry, and I didn't say anything." Chu Xin's heart skipped a beat inexplicably, he knelt down on the ground, and said in panic, "I don't dare."

Yuan Feiyan pursed her lips and smiled, and gave Chu Xin a hand: "Xin'er will be twenty-five this year." Just as Chu Xin was about to speak, there was a faint noise from outside the window. Chu Xin immediately turned serious, pressed the soft knife on his waist, stood in front of Yuan Feiyan, and shouted out the window, "Which presumptuous servant is outside?" "Miss Chuxin, the servant is from the Consort's Mansion." A warrior's figure swayed outside the window: "There is an assassin coming in the front hall, and the concubine sent the servant over to ask Madam if she is well?"

Yuan Feiyan winked slightly, Chu Xin said with a smile: "Thank you, everyone, my lady is well, are the waiter and son-in-law safe?" He replied outside the window: "The son-in-law and Lord Hou are in the front hall, everything is fine, please go to bed early, madam." The voice outside the window dropped, and everything seemed to be calm. Chu Xin helped Yuan Feiyan onto the bed, and said softly to the inside of the tent, "Miss, I'm going." Yuan Feiyan was breathing evenly, as if falling asleep, just as Chu Xin's figure disappeared, another figure in a green shirt flashed out of the tent, exactly the same as Chu Xin's in appearance and attire.

A gust of wind blew from the front hall of Liuxin Pavilion, Liuyue was smothered in the face, and the century-old giant locust tree in the thousand-year-old temple was also blown to one side by this gust. "Where are people?" Song Minglei stood quietly under the eaves, silently watching the retainers packing up the corpses all over the floor, and then raised his head to look at the sky and night clouds, with stormy waves brewing in his eyes. Standing behind him was an ordinary-looking house slave, knelt down and said: "There is an assassin coming ahead, and all the house slaves will stay in Liuxin Pavilion to protect Lord Hou and Fu Ma, so it is too late to find them."

"Whose order, you didn't know to answer me?" Song Minglei said with a sneer, "It's so courageous." The man fell to his knees, but someone shouted: "Don't blame De Mao, it's my life." Under the torch, a young man in brocade clothes, wearing heavy armor, wearing a gold gauze crown hat, holding a sword inlaid with silver and inlaid with jade, walked quickly towards Song Minglei, and the warriors beside him stepped aside one by one: "My son-in-law, An it is good." The son-in-law, Yuan Feiqing, was full of anxiety: "Why don't you go into the house and hide, what are you doing standing here?"

When Song Minglei suddenly turned around, the frost on his face had already been replaced by a deep smile, and he answered the wrong question: "Feiyan, how about the princess and the third master?" "Feiyan fell asleep, and Shuyi was a little startled." The son-in-law was obviously disturbed: "What do you care about the three cripples?" Song Minglei sighed slightly: "Wouldn't it be strange if the third master didn't move at all after we've been here?" Yuan Feiqing was stunned for a moment, a thunder flashed in the sky on the left, splitting a locust tree in the yard, and it immediately caught fire, bursting into flames.

Zhang Demao jumped in front of Song Minglei: "The thunder from the sky ignited the fire, and the ghost tree collapsed. It's not a good omen. I also invite the son-in-law and the waiter to return to their rooms." "It's too late," Song Minglei sneered, and raised his head to point at the corpse in the court. "These assassins are just deceiving people. The real masters will come around from Tingtao Pavilion, and they must have arrived." Regardless of Zhang Demao's staring eyes, he just took the soft armor handed over by the servant on the other side, picked up the Fang Tianji, and came to the courtyard. As expected, the sound of weapons from all sides was heard endlessly. Song Minglei smiled coldly, and was about to speak when there were four The man in black jumped onto the wall, and the rain of arrows came immediately.

Countless dead men rushed over to block Song Minglei, the rain of arrows pierced through the breastplate of the dead man, and fell in front of him. Zhang Demao swung the long sword in a tight dance, and ghost faces stood on the wall, looking at Song Minglei spookily. Song Minglei was blocked by many dead soldiers with iron shields, retreated to the back room, Zhang Demao took a breath, and said loudly: "Since the Shuangsha of Northern Sichuan has come, why don't you show yourself?" Someone giggled coquettishly in the air: "Thousand Faces Hand, I thought you died ten years ago, so it turns out that you were nested under Haotianhou's door."

"The wind follows the tiger," Zhang Demao wiped his face and said coldly, "Yun Conglong hasn't abandoned you yet, so God really has no eyes." A charming woman loomed in the black mist, her lips curled into a sexy smile: "You are jealous, Zhang Demao." A muscular figure flashed out from behind Feng Suihu, chopped off the hidden weapon sent by Zhang Demao with one hand, and said coldly: "Xiaohu, what are you talking about with him, hurry up and kill Haotianhou." "Bold, my lord is something you can touch." Zhang Demao reached into his arms, took out a flute, and played a strange tune. The surroundings began to quiet down. Go, Feng Suihu frowned slightly, wondering why this tune is so familiar. The moon was dark and the wind was high, and under the dim light, tall and straight figures sprang out of nowhere from the four corners of the courtyard, and each strong figure jumped in front of Zhang Demao like ghosts. Under the dim light, there was a strange smell mixed in the wind of the dark night. Yun Conglong's usually cold face showed acute fear: "Hu'er, it's the Living Dead, get out of the way quickly." Feng Suihu twisted her waist to dodge in a hurry, the willow tree under her feet had already turned into several pieces. Feng Suihu's foot hurt, but he saw that the bare part of his ankle was bleeding from the silver thread. Yun Conglong swooped down swiftly, sending out countless Liu Yanbiao, smashed several living dead, pulled back his beloved wife, squeezed out the bloodstains of Feng Suihu, but saw that the blood had turned black, indicating that he had already been poisoned. Just as Feng Suihu was about to detoxify the poison pill, the latter found some acupoints to stop bleeding by himself, threw him off and rushed to the queue again, saying sharply: "Zhang Demao, you have mixed up with the Nether Sect, you are still worthy of your sister's blood!" Is it the famous name of the Hand of a Thousand Faces?" "In today's troubled times, who is to blame," Zhang Demao said with a sinister smile, "You Sichuan Shuangsha have also become lackeys of Dou Clan who stole the country?" "Shut up, get the antidote quickly," Yun Conglong yelled, and leaped down the corner of the house like a roc with wings spread, a silver light flashed in his hand, and he saw a courtyard full of strong warriors, all of them with blue faces and holding their hands against their heads. With dark bags under the eyes and dull eyes, behind this group of warriors, they saw a person with picturesque eyebrows, a light smile like a spring breeze blowing on his face, with a noble air, and he thought that this person is Haotianhou Song Minglei? ! Sure enough, the nobleman said loudly: "Guangqian has been covering the two evil spirits in the north of Sichuan for a long time, it's just that Mrs. Madam was hit by Qiu Risan of the Yuan family, and she really dare not keep the two of you. You must know that if there is no antidote within three moments, you will be pierced by random arrows." died of pain." Yun Conglong clasped the fire robe tightly in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "I've been nagging for a long time today, and I'm asking Master Haotian to serve the medicine. I'll go as soon as possible." Song Minglei glanced slightly, Zhang Demao threw something from his arms, Yun Conglong took it, and asked in a deep voice, "How do I know that this is the antidote?" Song Minglei smiled lightly and said, "Just rely on my three words, Haotianhou." Feng Suihu's complexion turned black, and he tried his best to rely on Yun Conglong's body: "Don't listen to him, kill him, otherwise, even if there is an antidote, I will die when I go back..." Before he finished speaking, his tender body fell into Yun Conglong's arms. Yun Conglong looked at his lovely wife in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Nonsense." The men in black all around disappeared like a shadow. Yuan Feiqing came out of the house: "Are you okay?" Song Minglei shook his head slightly: "It's okay." "Why did you kill Chuanbei Shuangsha?" "Didn't you smell the gunpowder in the air?" Song Minglei sneered, "Since they dared to come to the East Court to act wildly, they must have brought artillery to deal with it perfectly." After a while of fear, Yuan Feiqing remembered something again, his handsome face twisted slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This damned cripple actually colluded with Mrs. Dou to assassinate me." "Collude with the Dou family... our third master is not going to do it," Song Minglei said with a smile: "But it is true to let them in on purpose. He also knows that Chuanbei Shuangsha can't do anything to us, and he really wants to know about us. Strength, and..." "What else?" "Go and see where the princess and Feiyan are." Song Minglei said with a smile like a breeze, "I'm worried that he's making a fool of himself." Yuan Feiqing pondered slightly, nodded and said: "Okay, you should be careful." He took off the gorilla blanket on his body, put it on Song Minglei, touched it carefully, and said: "Don't catch a cold." Then he strode away. Song Minglei watched Yuan Feiqing leave, his smile froze immediately, and he turned to one side, the gorilla felt slipping in the blood and dust, but he didn't even look at it, he just said coldly to Zhang Demao: "Yuan Feibai is here to distract people away." Going to find her, I never imagined that our son-in-law would obediently follow our third master? Transferring all the troops to protect himself? Don't you want to be so stupid?" Zhang Demao knelt in the blood on the ground, silent. Song Minglei sighed: "De Mao, you finally told your aunt about her, right? So she asked you to wait for the opportunity to get rid of her, didn't she?" "My lord, calm down," Zhang Demao leaned deeply on the bloody ground, kowtowed heavily, and gritted his teeth, "You can't keep bad luck stars!" At this time, a small dark man came by the moonlight and whispered something to Song Minglei, but Song Minglei's expression relaxed slightly. "Get up, Uncle De Mao." Song Minglei supported him with his own hands, stared at Zhang Demao's small eyes and sighed, "Anyway, you want to find a bad luck star, so come with me." Then he turned around and quickly walked out of Liuxin Pavilion, no longer talking to Zhang Demao, Zhang Demao silently followed Song Minglei's twists and turns, came to a place and stopped, looked up, it turned out that he had arrived at the kitchen. "Hey! I'll get you that fairy dew, female benefactor." In the darkness, a little novice came out with a bucket of water, humming and screaming, and suddenly saw three mixed bodies It was a figure of blood, who immediately loosened his hand in fright, spilled half of the bucket of water, and then spread the figure on the ground in fright. Zhang Demao was about to touch the little novice's acupoints, when a shiny black dog sprang out from the kitchen, and circled around Song Minglei affectionately, Song Mingda patted the black dog on the forehead, and called softly: "Little Zhong, good boy. " The black dog obediently sat down and stood guard at the door. Song Minglei walked lightly into the kitchen, only to see a figure in a white shirt, with black hair hanging down his waist, bending over the pot and looking around, and finally seemed to come out of the pot. Finding something, he clapped his hands happily, turned around, and saw Song Minglei, who was in his fine clothes stained with blood, he was so frightened that he loosened his hands and dropped something. Song Minglei's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. With a sweep of his hands, he caught them in mid-air. After a closer look, he realized that they were actually two thick rice buns, which were still warm.But the figure on the opposite side flashed a look of admiration that was almost worshipful. Zhang Demao stood behind Song Minglei, holding the silver thread tightly in his hand, if the woman in front of him made any move, he would be killed by the silver thread immediately. Song Minglei stared at her intently, as if for thousands of years, unable to move his eyes away. She was obviously frightened, her pale face was slightly stained with soot, her mouth was opened stupidly, her jewel-like purple pupils turned back and forth on Song Minglei's face and hands, and finally her eyes still fell on Song Minglei's hand Go up, swallowing slightly. Song Minglei's eyes softened, and after an unknown amount of time, he said softly, "You're hungry." She seemed to consider it carefully, looked at the steamed bun in Song Minglei's hand, and nodded slightly. "What?" He asked softly again, but his bright sharp eyes glanced at Zhang Demao: "Did they deliberately not give you something to eat? That's why they came out to look for it?" "Sun Wukong is here to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace again." She nodded vigorously, and said angrily, "Everyone chased him away, so no one gave me flat peaches, so I came out to look for them myself." Lan Sheng couldn't help but burst out laughing, Zhang Demao's hand flashed coldly, a silver thread strangled Lan Sheng's neck, and he immediately silenced. Song Minglei smiled slightly, and asked following her: "Then why did you come to the kitchen to find flat peaches?" She looked at his handsome smile foolishly for a while, a flash of amazement flashed in her eyes, pointed at Lan Sheng, and said honestly: "Erlang God brought me here, and said there are overnight flat peaches here." Song Minglei glanced at the "Erlang God" who was huddled in the corner and peed his pants in fright. The smile on his lips was as warm and moving as a spring breeze. He stretched out his arms and handed over the steamed buns. She took it with trembling hands, then immediately took a step back, and opened her mouth to bite a steamed bun. Lan Sheng looked at the weird woman nervously, but this time she didn't gobble up as much as he imagined, she just took bites one after another in a leisurely manner, her purple pupils were as deep as the sea, glowing calmly, but She kept staring at the tall and handsome man in blood-clothed clothes in front of her. And he also looked back at her with a smile on his face, not to mention any fireworks. The two steamed buns disappeared from her mouth in a blink of an eye, she hiccupped, and said happily, "I'm full." Then she seemed to be choking, staring at him, and said with difficulty: "Xian... Lu." His smile remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand back. The emerald plate on his slender fingers glistened with green light. In Lan Sheng's view, it was like the green skin of a poisonous snake. He called out without turning his head: "Water .” Zhang Demao was stunned, but still immediately called for water, so Lan Sheng shook his body and took a bowl of earth, scooped a bowl of water from the bucket, and handed it over. He wanted to serve it to the woman, but he saw Song Minglei's hand The seemingly gentle smile gave rise to a chill in his heart, so he had to hand the cup to Zhang Demao, but Song Minglei snatched the cup halfway, and even Zhang Demao was stunned, and stepped back slightly took a step. Song Minglei took the bowl of water, put it in his mouth and took a sip, then walked forward lightly, as if afraid of frightening her, he said softly, "You're thirsty." She raised her hand to grab it and drank it all. Song Minglei suddenly stepped forward. She was frightened and wanted to retreat, but behind her was the stove, and there was no way to retreat. Sheng was also frightened outside, and wanted to stand up to see what was going on, but under Zhang Demao's sharp eyes, he backed away again. Her eyes were full of fear, and Song Minglei's eyes dimmed imperceptibly, but he took out a silk handkerchief in his hand, and wiped the corner of her mouth lightly: "You are such a grown-up person, why are you still the same as when you were a child, so you can't take care of yourself? ?” "I know you," she stared at him blankly, letting him wipe her lips, but she gradually relaxed: "I know you." Song Minglei's handsome face seemed to smile again: "Oh, who am I?" She excitedly said: "You are Dragon Lord! Qinglong Lord!" Lan Sheng thought: "Is it still a green dragon that just killed someone?"