After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

The group walked forward, but the disciple in front suddenly paused.

Zen Master Xuanzhu followed his disciple's line of sight.

I saw a large group of people walking towards me on the bustling street, their footsteps were neat and powerful. Behind them were tall horses pulling luxurious carriages, and behind them were well-trained men in black. The pressure they brought made the people on both sides of the road give way.

The disciple from Piaomiao Peak pulled the companion who was carrying the eldest senior brother on his back, and dragged him and the others to retreat to the sides of the road.

"Is this the big shot from Yunjing? Is he leaving?" The people nearby were talking in low voices.

Another one stood on tiptoe to peek in and said, "They are so mysterious. I wonder how high their position is to have our city lord keep his tail between his legs to entertain them these days. Oh, there are dragon boat races and autumn sun-drying festivals..."

"We have to pretend we don't know... Oh! The Lei family is really good at pretending."

Just when that group of people passed by the people from Piaomiao Peak, the young man who had been unconscious slowly opened his eyes from his companion's back, as if sensing something.

Xie Yunji raised his pair of glass-colored eyes and looked at the luxurious carriage without focus. He couldn't see clearly, only the blurry image was shaking.

The toxin affected his vision.

Time suddenly seemed to flow slowly.

He heard that voice, the one that haunted him...

The voice had a familiar tenderness and an incomprehensible joy.

Lively, cheerful, peaceful.

The sound reached the ears of the dying man amid the murmur of discussion.

He was sure he heard it.

The next moment, what filled his ears was the man's voice, full of pampering and tenderness.

In that brief moment, Xie Yunji's drowsy mind became clear. He wanted to struggle to get up but was powerless. The slightest movement of his limbs affected the nerves in his limbs and he broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

There were fragmented thoughts in his mind, but they could not be connected. He had a splitting headache and his mind was tense. However, the next moment, he suddenly fell into an irresistible darkness...

When Xie Yunji regained consciousness, he heard a loud shout behind him, a cold wind blew past, and he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his back.

That smell… was blood.

Warm fresh human blood.

"Master! You and your junior brother take the senior brother away first! I will be the rear guard!"

This voice belonged to the junior fellow apprentice who always secretly watched him practice sword in the early morning.

The dampness and heat on my back, whose blood is this?

Xie Yunji's hands trembled slightly in his sleeves, his dim eyes were still out of focus, but revealed a sharp light. His meridians were blocked, and he was completely unable to regulate his breathing or mobilize his internal strength.

Folding fans and swords are useless.

"Zi Che, hold on, I will take you to a safe place!"

The Master’s voice is right beside my ears.

The broad back looks so solid... It's Master!

He still remembered that his mother had swallowed gold and died. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. He struggled to crawl towards his mother's lifeless body, but suddenly everything went dark in front of him.

It was the master who loosened his grip on the sword and quickly covered his eyes with the hand holding the sword, "Don't look."

"Zi Che, don't look."

This was the first sentence the master said to him.

Then the master picked him up and carried him on his shoulders.

Almost twenty years have passed, and he is still leaning on his master's shoulder.

"Zi Che, Master will definitely protect you."

The master's words echoed in his ears nearly twenty years later.

It's not targeting the Wumeng... these people are here to kill him.

The young man's face turned pale instantly.

*

The East Factory's pursuit of the people from Piaomiao Peak was almost unimpeded and went straight to the emperor.

A post station beside the official road.

The captain of the East Depot knelt beside the stable with his head bowed, and kowtowed repeatedly, "Your Majesty, please calm down... calm down! We chased those bandits into the dense forest and still lost them, but they also suffered heavy casualties! Thank you, sir, he... he is no different from being dead, not moving at all."

After a long while, Xie Tan managed to calm down and said calmly: "I can't let him have a chance to live. He must die."

He uttered the last four words with gritted teeth. The feeling of having this thorn piercing his heart was so painful that he had to remove it.

"Your servant receives the order!" Qian Hu hurriedly got up and headed out of the post station. While lifting his robe and mounting his horse, he informed the Dongchang guards beside him, "Send more people and tell Lord Bei Silu to transfer the imperial guards! We must wipe out those rebels who are disrupting the law with violence!"

The emperor was determined to kill him. No matter how many great achievements this man had made, he would die sooner or later.

There was a hint of cruelty in the eyes of the East Depot Captain. He only knew that this mission had to be foolproof. The Emperor had already given them one chance but they messed it up. Now they were risking their lives.

When Xie Tan returned to the carriage back to Yunjing, Song Nihuan had already fallen asleep leaning against the wall of the carriage.

He pressed her head on his shoulder and hugged her gently so that she could sleep more comfortably. He looked at the blurry shadows of trees passing by quickly outside the car window, and his eyelids drooped.

Just leave Yunzhou and order the government to hunt down the rebels who are disrupting the law and order. That should be enough.

Of course they couldn’t return to Yunjing in one day, so at nightfall, Xie Tan and his party arrived at the inn.

The inn had a simple environment, but it had everything needed, even a clean room for bathing.

Song Nihuan had just finished taking a shower and returned to the room. Xie Tan was waiting for her by the bed.

When she was in the palace, she would always finish bathing before he came. But now, her face was still flushed by the steaming hot water, and her slender ankles were exposed, with her white jade feet in embroidered shoes.

Xie Tan quickly looked away, not daring to look any longer.

"Brother Tan is still awake?" she asked in surprise.

The further we got to Yunjing, the colder it became. I felt tired after soaking in the warm water, so I washed for a longer time.

Xie Tan's underwear was still tightly worn, the ink-colored belt tightened her narrow waist, her shoulders were flat and broad, her chest muscles were tight, and her inverted triangle figure was fully outlined.

She glanced at him and then lowered her eyes. Brother Tan had changed so much since they parted many years ago...

He walked over and used a large towel to wipe her wet long hair. Her hair was black and straight. His fingers ran through her black hair, which felt slippery and itchy.

This trip was simple as Shuanghua, who had always served him closely, was not brought along. Xie Tan was the one doing all the personal work and he enjoyed it.

"I can't sleep without you," he said briefly.

She let him comb her hair carefully, sat down, turned sideways and said, "Sister Fengmian and the others didn't come back together, did they find their husbands and stay in Yunzhou?"

"Yes, I found it. Whether she stays in Yunzhou depends on her own choice." Xie Tan said casually.

Her hair was long and thick, and he was afraid of hurting her, so he combed it for a long time. She then naturally lay on the bed, with her chin supported by her hands, closing her eyes and enjoying his tenderness, swinging her legs up and down and humming a wordless tune.

The candlelight was dim, and Xie Tan's hands slid down from the top of her hair, his fingertips brushing across the woman's graceful body. He suddenly stopped and couldn't help kissing her slender neck and light pink earlobes.

He felt that the desire in his body was stronger tonight than usual.

Song Nihuan turned her head to look at him, "Brother Tan?"