My wife is the sect leader

Looking at Zhao Qingmei's back, An Jing couldn't help feeling guilty, "I really shouldn't have come back so late, making Qingmei worry..."

............

Jishitang, bedroom.

An Jing sat on the table with a book in his hand, reading it with gusto.

"Husband, come face to face."

Not long after, there was a crisp sound, and Zhao Qingmei came in with a bowl of noodles.

The noodle is steaming hot, the lard is stirred, and it is shiny on the top, with two poached eggs on the side.

"It's delicious."

An Jing smiled and took the chopsticks, and couldn't help moving his index finger.

"Eat quickly." Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei couldn't help feeling satisfied.

"Chili... Ma'am, do you think the third master is strange?" An Jing said casually after taking a bite of noodles.

"Why is the third master so strange?"

Zhao Qingmei's heart moved slightly, but she said calmly on her face.

Did your husband discover something?

But this shouldn't be, Li Fuzhou is the suzerain of the Renzong, it is absolutely impossible for him to make such a small mistake, so that the husband can see the clue.

"Um........"

An Jing paused, "He always goes out at night, you say an old man, can his body take it?"

Li Fuzhou went out more and more frequently recently, even more frequently than when Zhou Xianming was there.

Hearing this, Zhao Qingmei glared at An Jing, "What do you care about him?"

"I'm caring about him. You see, he's not young anymore. It's not a problem to be so careless every day."

An Jing smiled, then thought of something and continued to ask: "By the way, you said that the third master used to be the accountant in your family. How long has he been working in your house?"

Zhao Qingmei said before that Li Fuzhou used to be the accountant in her family, and she also said about this Li Fuzhou, but she is not very familiar with him.

And the head of the Demon Sect's Renzong hides in an ordinary house, could it be that there is some purpose?

Zhao Qingmei blinked her beautiful eyes, and said: "I told you before, I don't know him very well, and the time is not long, only about a year or so."

It is true that she has not been the leader for a long time, and Li Fuzhou has been working for her for just over a year.

An Jing nodded as if nothing had happened, but frowned inwardly.

It seems that the ones following me during this time are the masters of the Demon Cult, and they are likely to follow Li Fuzhou's orders.

Judging from tonight, Li Fuzhou absolutely does not know his identity at present.

So what was his reason for following himself?

Do you spy on yourself?

The head of the Devil's Sect is at his home, and he is doing miscellaneous things. If this is said, no one will believe it.

It's just too ridiculous!

For An Jing, this is definitely a huge hidden danger.

He just wants to live an ordinary life, at least he doesn't want to cause too much trouble until his fate has completely taken root. Even if Li Fuzhou doesn't do anything, it will be a huge trouble.

And Tan Yun, did he know about it?

"Husband, what are you thinking?"

Zhao Qingmei couldn't help asking when she saw that An Jing was lost in thought, eating noodles in her hands without a pause.

An Jing laughed and said: "It's okay, I think it's so late tonight, the third master will definitely not come back."

"It's not that you don't know, the third master has such a temperament." Zhao Qingmei said while peeling garlic, "I heard that he was also a romantic seed when he was young."

An Jing nodded, but subconsciously frowned.

Li Fuzhou's old man is too good at pretending. Judging from his words tonight, it seems that Ling Yuhua has an unclear relationship with him.

This old man is ugly, and he is very flirtatious!

At present, it seems that Zhao Qingmei is completely ignorant and kept in the dark, but Li Fuzhou did not make any dangerous moves.

Li Fuzhou just took advantage of this identity to hide in the Dayan market so that he could act in secret. There may be other ulterior secrets when he comes to Yuzhou City this time.

But if he is exposed, then An Jing and Zhao Qingmei might become the remnants of the Demon Cult...

The remnants of the Devil's Cult...... In Dayan, he would spend his whole life hiding in Tibet.

The more An Jing thought about it, the more afraid he felt, and he thought to himself: "The top three will not leave until the end of the year. I will go to him to ask about the situation in the past few days. He is well-informed, and then I will test this old man Li Fuzhou."

"Husband."

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei took out a jar of wine from under the bed.

"Ma'am, is this...?"

An Jing looked at the wine jar in front of him, a little puzzled in his eyes.

Zhao Qingmei opened the wine seal, blushing on Bai Nen's face, and said: "We haven't had a drink together for a long time since we had a cup of wine."

As she spoke, she put a jar of wine opposite An Jing.

"That's true."

An Jing nodded subconsciously. Apart from drinking medicinal wine, he rarely drank alcohol.

Zhao Qingmei unsealed the wine, and then sat opposite An Jing, with a smile in her eyes: "Husband, today I will accompany you to have a good drink and tell some recent troubles."

"Okay."

An Jing took Zhao Qingmei's wine jar, and then filled the wine glass.

I saw Zhao Qingmei's red lips sticking to the mouth of the cup, her fair neck was raised, and the wine flowed down her throat, looking heroic, and then her face turned reddish.

An Jing gave a thumbs up, "The heroine is really heroic."

"I don't want to be a heroine, I just want to be your wife." Zhao Qingmei said coquettishly, "It's your turn to drink."

"it is good."

An Jing picked up the wine glass, toasted Zhao Qingmei, and then drank it down.

In the smoldering candlelight, the husband and wife exchanged cups and exchanged glasses, talking softly, Zhao Qingmei would be amused by An Jing from time to time.

It was as if the night had become more beautiful.

"Husband, is there something on your mind?"

Zhao Qingmei poured two more glasses and asked casually.

The movements in An Jing's hands paused, and then quickly returned to normal. He said with a smile, "I can have something on my mind. Being able to marry such a beautiful wife is my blessing in eight lifetimes."

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing with eyes like water, and said, "Really? I feel like you're always hiding something from me?"

"Where?"

An Jing picked up the wine glass with a guilty conscience and drank it clean in one gulp.

"is it?"

"Really, I really didn't lie to you."

"If you have anything on your mind, remember to tell me."

Zhao Qingmei chuckled, and didn't care about An Jing and Han Wenxin's going out to drink, anyway, it wasn't flower wine.

"I really have nothing on my mind."

An Jing poured two more small cups, then stood up, glanced out of the window, and said with emotion: "When spring comes next year, I will plant a full of chrysanthemums in the yard, and it will bloom almost in summer."

Zhao Qingmei walked to An Jing's side, and said longingly: "The yard full of chrysanthemums must be very beautiful."

"When the time comes, red roses will be planted next to it, it will look even better."

"Why do you plant red roses? There are so many thorns on your body."

"You don't understand this, the red rose has other meanings."

"I don't understand, you can tell me."

...........

In the dim moonlight, the two drank one cup after another.

"Ma'am, you really drink well..."

An Jing was also a little drunk, leaning on the chair, a little light.

He felt that the wine Zhao Qingmei brought out was very strong, three points stronger than the burning knives at Wuyang Restaurant, and he drank a lot with Han Wenxin before.

"Brother, why don't you drink anymore?" Zhao Qingmei poured two more glasses, then walked to An Jing with them and smiled.

"I can't drink anymore..."

An Jing shook his head, and if he drank any more, he would use his internal force to force out the drink.

"Brother, if you want to drink to relieve boredom in the future, Qingmei can do it anytime and anywhere."

Zhao Qingmei's complexion was like burning clouds, and she sat on An Jing's lap, her beautiful eyes were full of spring light, "My sister doesn't want to be your red rose, my sister just wants to be your weed, it can't be burned out, and it can be blown again... ...."

As she spoke, her red lips slowly touched An Jing's ear, and a gust of hot wind followed.

"Really? My weeds?"

An Jing felt a flame burning in his heart, and then he hugged the slender waist, Zhao Qingmei groaned, and then closed his watery eyes.

It is just that, the wine is getting stronger and the spring is full of thoughts, and the mandarin ducks are turned into red waves.

........

Chapter 103 Who is the Swordsman in the World?

In the middle of the night, the moonlight is hazy.

The surroundings of Sanmiao Mountain fell into a deep sleep, and there was a deathly silence.

The night was a bit bleak, and the wind was bleak and chilly.

Among the rugged mountain road, a figure staggered towards the front.

This person was Dai Ling who narrowly escaped from Pilu Hall.

At this moment, she looked very flustered, her hair was disheveled, and she was in a bit of a panic. She didn't know how far she had run, maybe it was because of the injury, or maybe it was because she was too tired.

In the end, Dai Ling supported the branches next to him, panting heavily, and still carefully looked behind him, for fear that someone would catch up.

Although Li Fuzhou's last finger failed to kill her, part of his strength was blocked by the inner armor, but Li Fuzhou's strength is half a step master. down.

Dai Ling had three broken ribs, especially one of which was inserted into the internal organs. If it was an ordinary person, he might have died a long time ago.

In just a few minutes, Dai Ling's forehead was covered with dense sweat.

"gurgling..."

Blood continued to overflow from the corner of her mouth.

"Uncle Zhang..." Thinking of Zhang Zhixing who died for her, Dai Ling couldn't help but have a sore nose.

Under the joint efforts of that peerless swordsman and Li Fuzhou, it is absolutely impossible for Zhang Zhixing to survive.

Tian Disabled Old Man has never been married in his life, and has a withdrawn personality. He has always been grateful for the love of Wudumen for taking him in at the beginning, so he has a close relationship with Dai Danshu, and treats Dai Ling, the daughter of Lord Wudu, as his own.

"I'd rather not have this heaven and earth aura."

Dai Lingling felt the aura of heaven and earth in her body, her eyes turned red, and finally she couldn't help it, the tears began to tremble in her eyes.

Zhang Zhixing's life was exchanged for a ray of heaven and earth aura, and in exchange for a possibility of Dai Ling's future.

But he died.

When you die, you will be separated from others, you will never appear again, you will never speak again... Thinking of this, Dai Ling felt even more regretful.

She hated herself, and hated why her strength was only at the second rank. If she was at the first rank, she could be of some help.