Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 155: Qingshui Yulansheng (2)
"Miss just had a miscarriage three 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 rolled her eyes, Chu Xin immediately shut her mouth.She put a fox fur gown on Yuan Feiyan, and carefully smoothed out the hair from Yu's neck. Immediately, her black hair spread out, almost falling to the ground.

Yuan Feiyan sat in front of the mirror, and Chu Xin took out a half-moon jade comb and combed Yuan Feiyan's beautiful hair carefully.

"Did your father tell you to go recently?" Yuan Feiyan faced the mirror, scratched her head with jasper to pick up some lip balm, and then evened her cherry lips very lightly with her slender fingers.

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 beautiful face in the mirror, "Look at you in a hurry, 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 is twenty-five this year, right?"

Just as Chu Xin was about to speak, there was a faint noise coming from outside the window. Chu Xin's expression turned serious immediately, he lightly 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 attacking 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, my lady is all right. Are the Marquis and the son-in-law safe?"

"The son-in-law and Lord Hou are in the front hall. Everything is fine. Madam, please go to bed early." The voice outside the window dropped, and everything seemed to be calm.

Chu Xin helped Yuan Feiyan onto the bed, and whispered into 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 appearance and attire.

A gust of wind blew from the front hall of Liuxin Pavilion, Liuyue was covered by her 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 are assassins attacking ahead, all the house slaves will stay in Liuxin Pavilion to protect Lord Hou and his son-in-law, so it's too late to find them."

"Whose order, you didn't know to answer me?" Song Minglei sneered, "How bold."

Someone replied loudly from a distance: "Don't blame De Mao, it's my order."

Under the torch, a young man in brocade clothes, wearing heavy armor, a gold gauze crown hat, and a sword inlaid with silver and jade in his hand, walked quickly towards Song Minglei. 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 changed into a deep smile, and he answered the irrelevant question, "Feiyan, how about the princess and the third master?"

"Feiyan fell asleep, Shuyi was a little startled," the son-in-law was visibly disturbed, "What do you care about the three cripples?"

Song Minglei sighed slightly, "We have been attacked here, if there is no movement from the third master, wouldn't it be strange?"

Yuan Feiqing was stunned for a while, a thunder flashed in the sky on the left, splitting a locust tree in the yard, and it immediately caught fire, crackling and burning.

Zhang Demao jumped in front of Song Minglei, "The sky thunder ignited the fire, and the locust tree burst. It's not a good omen. Please also invite the son-in-law and Lord Hou to return to their rooms."

"It's too late," Song Minglei sneered, raising his head and pointing at the corpse in the court, "These assassins are just trying to deceive 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 a servant, picked up Fang Tianji, and came to the courtyard.Sure enough, the sound of weapons from all sides can be heard endlessly.

Song Minglei smiled coldly, and was about to speak when four men in black jumped onto the wall, and the rain of arrows hit immediately.

Countless dead men rushed over to block Song Minglei, the rain of arrows pierced through the breastplate of the dead men, and fell in front of him, bleeding all over the ground.

Zhang Demao swung the long sword airtightly, and ghost faces stood on the wall, looking at Song Minglei gloomily.

Song Minglei was blocked by many dead men with iron shields, and retreated to the back room.

Zhang Demao took a breath, and said loudly: "Since the Northern Sichuan Shuangsha is here, why don't you show up?"

Someone giggled coquettishly in the air, "Thousand Faces Hand, I thought you died ten years ago, so it turns out that you lived under Hao Tianhou'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 graceful woman loomed in the black mist, her lips curled into a sexy smile, "You are jealous, Zhang Demao."

A strong figure flashed out from behind Feng Suihu, and he chopped off the hidden weapon sent by Zhang Demao with one hand, and said coldly: "Xiaohu, what are you talking about with him, why don't you go and kill Hao Tianhou?"

"Bold, my lord is also something you can touch later?" Zhang Demao reached into his arms, took out a flute, played a strange tune, and the surroundings began to quiet down.The dead soldiers who were originally standing in a row with Zhang Demao also quietly disappeared.

Feng Suihu frowned slightly, thinking to himself: Why is this tune so familiar?

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and under the dim light, tall and straight figures jumped 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 is a strange smell mixed in the wind of the dark night.

Yun Conglong's usually cold face showed extreme 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 hurts, but he saw bleeding from the silver wire hook on his ankle.

Yun Conglong swooped down hastily, sent out countless willow-leaf darts, smashed several living dead, pulled back his beloved wife, and squeezed out Feng Suihu's blood, but the blood turned black, indicating that he had already been poisoned.

He was about to take the detoxification pill for Feng Suihu, but the latter found a acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, threw him away and rushed to the queue again, saying sharply: "Zhang Demao, you are mixed with the Nether Sect, you are still worthy of that The famous name of 'Hand of a Thousand Faces'?"

"In today's troubled times, who is to blame?" Zhang Demao said with a sinister smile, "Didn't you Sichuan Shuangsha also become the lackeys of the Dou family who stole the country?"

"Shut up, get the antidote quickly." Yun Conglong yelled, and leaped down the corner of the house like a big roc, with a silver light in his hand, he saw the strong warriors in the courtyard, all with blue faces and black Bags under the eyes and dull eyes.

Behind this group of warriors, there is a man with picturesque eyes, a light smile like a spring breeze blowing on his face, his noble air is overwhelming, Yun Conglong thought: Could this man be Haotian Hou Song Minglei? !

Sure enough, the nobleman said loudly: "Guangqian has long admired the Shuangsha in the north of Sichuan, it's just that Mrs. Zun was hit by Qiu Risan of Yuan's family, and she really dare not keep the two of them. 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 cannon tightly in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "I've been bothering you for a long time today, and I'm asking Lord Haotian to give you medicine. I'll go as soon as possible."

Song Minglei's eyes moved slightly, Zhang Demao threw something from his arms, Yun Conglong took it, and asked in a deep voice, "How can I be sure that this is the real 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 the words fell, The delicate body fell into Yun Conglong's arms.

Yun Conglong looked at his lovely wife in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Crap."

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 don't you simply 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 Mrs. Dou... Our third master is not so good," Song Minglei laughed like a breeze, "but it is true to let them in on purpose. He also knows that Chuanbei Shuangsha can't do anything to us, it is true that he Want to know our strength, and..."

"What else?"

"Go and see the princess and Feiyan yourself." Song Minglei mused, "I'm worried that he's making a fuss."

Yuan Feiqing suddenly realized, "So that's the case. I'll go now, and you must be careful."

He took off the gorilla blanket on his body, put it on Song Minglei, tucked it in carefully, said "don't catch cold", and strode away.

Song Minglei watched Yuan Feiqing's figure disappear, his smile froze immediately, he turned sideways, and the fine gorilla felt slipped into the blood and dust, but he didn't even look at it, he just said coldly to Zhang Demao: "Yuan Feibai is trying to divert people away to find her. Unexpectedly, our son-in-law really obediently followed our third master and transferred all the people to protect himself. I don’t want you to be so stupid?"

Zhang Demao knelt in the blood on the ground, silent.

Song Minglei sighed: "Uncle De Mao, did you finally tell aunt? So aunt asked you to wait for the opportunity to get rid of her?"

"My lord, calm down," Zhang Demao leaned deeply on the bloody ground, kowtowed his head heavily, and gritted his teeth, "You can't keep bad luck stars!"

At this time, a small dark man came over in 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 also want to find a bad luck star, so come with me." Then he turned around and walked out of Liuxin Pavilion quickly, Talk to Zhang Demao again.

Zhang Demao followed Song Minglei silently, stopped at a place, looked up, and found that he had arrived at the kitchen.

"Hey, I'll get you that fairy dew, benefactor." In the darkness, a little novice came out with a bucket of water, still yelling.He suddenly saw three figures covered in blood, and immediately let go of his hands in fright, a bucket of water fell heavily on the ground, and half of it was spilled, and the people were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground.

Zhang Demao was about to touch the little novice's acupuncture points when a shiny black dog jumped out of the kitchen and circled around Song Minglei affectionately.Song Minglei patted Heigou on the forehead, and called softly, "Little Zhong, be good."

The black dog sat down obediently and stood guard at the door.

Song Minglei walked into the kitchen slowly, but saw a figure in a white shirt, with black hair hanging down his waist, bent over and turning over the pot, at last it seemed that something had come out of the pot, turned around, looked Song Minglei, who was stained with blood on his fine clothes, immediately let go of his hand in fright, 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 woman opposite had a flash of admiration and a sharp look in their eyes.

Zhang Demao stood behind Song Minglei, clasping the silver thread tightly in his hands.If the woman in front of her made the slightest move, she would be killed immediately.

Song Minglei stared at her intently, as if for thousands of years, unable to move his eyes away.

She was obviously frightened, her slightly pale face was 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 fell on Song Minglei's hands, slightly He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Song Minglei's eyes softened.After an unknown amount of time, he said softly, "Are you hungry?"

She seemed to consider it carefully, looked at the steamed bun in Song Minglei's hand, and nodded slightly.

"Why?" 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."

The little novice couldn't help but burst out laughing.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Demao's hand, and a silver thread strangled his neck, and he immediately fell silent.

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, she pointed to the little novice, and said honestly: "Erlang God brought me here, saying that there are overnight flat peaches here."

The little novice stammered, "Little little... the monk's name is Huan Lan, Lan Sheng."

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 before, she just took bites one by one in a leisurely manner, her purple pupils were as deep as the sea, glowing with calm light, but He kept staring at the tall and handsome man in the blood-clothed costume in front of him.

And the nobleman also smiled, and looked back at her without 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 again, watching him stare, and said with difficulty: "Xian... dew."

His smile remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand. The emerald fingers on the slender fingers glistened with green light. In Lan Sheng's eyes, they looked like the green skin of a poisonous snake. He called out without looking back: "Water."

Zhang Demao was stunned, but he still called for water immediately.

Lan Sheng shook his body and picked up an earthen bowl, and scooped a bowl of water from the bucket. He wanted to serve it to the woman, but when he saw Song Minglei's seemingly gentle smile on the way, he felt chills in his heart, so he had to pass the earthen bowl to the woman. Zhang Demao didn't want the Jade Finger to flash in front of his eyes, but Song Minglei snatched the earthen bowl halfway, even Zhang Demao was stunned and took a step back.

Song Minglei took the bowl of water, put it in his mouth and took a sip before gently walking forward, as if he was afraid of frightening her, he said softly, "You're thirsty."

She raised her hand to grab it and drank it down.Song Minglei suddenly stepped forward, she was so frightened that she wanted to retreat, but behind her was the stove, she had no way of retreating, the clay bowl in her hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Lan 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 carefully, 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: "It's still a blue dragon that just killed someone!"

The ice wheel shows its face, the clear light sprinkles lightly, and the hibiscus buds with dew are bulging, shining mysteriously in the moonlight.When the fragrance floated into the kitchen, the wick of the candle exploded slightly, and the side face of the woman with purple pupils flashed peacefully and charmingly.

Lan Sheng was stunned for a moment, and stretched his head to look. He didn't expect that elegant man in fine clothes to look at the beautiful woman with purple pupils in a daze.

After a long time, he finally sighed softly full of pity, "Then who are you?"

She looked at Song Minglei in amazement, as if surprised by his question, "Mr. Long, why don't you recognize me? You were the one who brought me back to Heaven."

There was a hint of sadness in Song Minglei's eyes, he didn't answer her obsession anymore, he just lowered his head silently, took up her catkins, and gently wiped the ashes from the pot on her hands.

But she raised her head and said proudly, "I am in heaven and earth, omniscient, omnipotent..."

She used countless words of praise and piled them together, and when she was almost drowsy, she stopped, took a few breaths, and continued: "The No. 1 general in the heavens, the wood fairy under the White Tiger star It is also."

The corners of Lan Sheng's mouth almost twitched, it was very hard to endure.

(End of this chapter)