The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

The male favorite, Jiu, helped him from one left to the other from the right, booked the guest room, paid the money, and served him dinner with all his heart in the hall.

...which terrified him.

After a meal, he finally got his head out, went upstairs, and ran back to the room, not at all obvious that he had been suffering from old cold legs all year round.

The rest of the people were busy, feeding and washing the horses, familiarizing themselves with the terrain, and patrolling the surrounding area.

The food outside is not as good as the royal food in the palace, Mu Surao is not used to it, so it was useless to take two bites, so she took the half full Xiang Jiu back to the room.

Because of her special occupation, Xiangjiu is not picky about food, even though she has been a male favourite for so long, the royal chefs have not let her mouth be kept in their mouths.

Reluctantly glanced at the table full of food and wine, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity.

She walked away with a chicken leg to comfort her soul.

Compared with her, Mu Surao couldn't help worrying that Xiangjiu would dislike her as a prodigal, after all, marrying a wife and a good man.

When stepping up the stairs step by step, he scratched Xiangjiu's palm with his fingertips, and said coyly: "...I will give half of the chicken leg."

Xiangjiu: "..."

Xiangjiu held back her clamoring belly, stared at the glistening chicken legs, swallowed, closed her eyes and then handed it to Mu Surao: "Take it, I'll give it all to you."

Mu Surao looked into Xiangjiu's eyes in a fluttering mood, full of lingering affection that couldn't be melted away.

She stood still suddenly, and hooked Chao Xiangjiu.

Xiangjiu leaned forward: "What are you doing?"

Mu Surao pecked at her face and said quietly: "I love you~"

Xiangjiu: "..."

Inn

A chicken leg was exchanged for a bone-crunching confession. Xiang Jiu couldn't understand it. Thinking of Mu Suluo's bad temper, she didn't dare to have too many opinions, so she hurriedly responded: "I love you too~"

This sound, pinching his throat, his voice was neither high nor low, like a gust of breeze disturbing a pool of spring water.

The sky was completely dark, the light in the hall was dim, Mu Surao's ears were glowing red wantonly.

She tilted her head to the other side, raised her hands to cover her ears, and quickly let go.

This is... the first time Xiang Jiu said "I love you" to her.

"Really?" She didn't seem to believe it, but also seemed to be confirming something.

Without hesitation, Xiang Jiu stepped on the last ladder first, stood on the highest point, turned around, and looked down at her: "How can such a statement be false?"

The corners of Mu Surao's lips curled up two points involuntarily, she thought carefully, fearing that Xiang Jiu would find out, so she quickly pursed her lips.But the eyes can't deceive people after all, they are bright and expressive, full of affection.

With just one glance, he looked into the bottom of Xiangjiu's heart.

What a nasty little goblin.

Xiang Jiu hurriedly turned around and touched his nose.

In the Tianzi room.

There was steam behind the wooden screen, Xiang Jiu pulled out the paulownia wood hairpin from her bun, her black hair swirled down, and after a swing at her waist, it spread out evenly, as slippery as algae.

Mu Surao was eating the chicken leg full of love by the table of the Eight Immortals. She ate slowly, tearing off piece by piece, and bringing it to her mouth to chew bit by bit, but her eyes were glued to the wooden screen, reluctant to part.

But there was a brief thud, the sound was very slow and soft, like a feather falling on her heart, tickling her itch.

The roots of the ears turned red again.

As if being pulled by a thread, Mu Surao couldn't sit still anymore, put down the chicken bone in her hand, and imitated the little daughter-in-law's small steps, moving closer to the screen inch by inch.

She first grasped the edge of the wooden screen with both hands, and then poked out half of her head.

Peeking at Xiangjiu taking a bath, this is the third time in her life.

One time is the Chengtuan Pond in the Royal Garden, the other time is Xinzheku, and the other time is now.

Xiang Jiu was recuperating in the bucket with his eyes closed, feeling comfortable and peaceful, his snow-white collarbone was covered with water vapor, exposed outside, reflecting fine light.

It's like sending out some kind of invitation.

Like a wolf about to eat, Mu Surao licked her dry lips, and approached tiptoely.

Xiangjiu heard the rustling sound in his ear, like clothes being caressed, and only lazily opened one eye. He didn't feel uncomfortable when he saw that it was Mu Suluo. Yes, why be hypocritical.

Leaning towards Mu Surao, resting her elbows on the side of the tub, resting her chin on the back of her hands.

"What are you doing?" Xiang Jiu's nasal cavity rolled with a strong nasal voice.

Mu Surao didn't know how to react, she was the one playing the hooligan, how could she be generalized instead.

Xiang Jiu answered for her: "Miss me?"

While answering, he straightened Li Mu Su Rao's skirt, and his fingertips touched her neck vaguely, probably because of the bath, the skin was warm and moist.

Hooligans!unambiguous evidence!

Mu Surao's face was flushed red by the teasing, her face was as bright as the begonias in her clothes.

hum hum—

She opened Xiang Jiu's paws, covered her face and ran away. The imperial guards guarding the door stared at her, worried about her safety, and quickly followed.

Following her all the way to the backyard, the side room on the east side was converted into bath soup by the shopkeeper of the inn to increase the gimmick of attracting customers.

Mu Surao asked the imperial guards to guard in the courtyard, closed the door impatiently, put the latch on it, and jumped into the well.

One pass cleans in vain, rubs fragrance...

She raised her fist and swore, tonight, I will let Baby Luo fuck.

Xiangjiu wished that Mu Surao would have this kind of thought. In the spare time of traveling during the day, she made several practical plans.

Prioritized the 5000-year-old and tried-and-tested beauty trick.

There is a saying that proves that "there are so many beautiful mountains and rivers that countless heroes bow their heads, and there are so many beauties that heroes don't even want the mountains and rivers."

Tonight, Mu Surao is the "hero" who doesn't even want the world.

Xiangjiu came out of the bathtub, put on a loose jacket, snow-white in color, reaching ankle length, and occasionally scratched Yubai's feet.

Her long hair was still loose, and the tips of her hair drank some water. She took a handkerchief and leaned against the head of the bed to wipe it.

As soon as Mu Surao came in, he saw that Xiangjiu looked like a weak and boneless little white snake, with a sagging waist, which made her buttocks stand out.

The visual impact is too great to bear at all.

The blood around Mu Surao's neck was pulsating, and a fire started from her fingertips, burning into her internal organs like a prairie fire.

Regardless of whether it is March 21 or [-], close the windows, blow out all the candles, and step on the drumbeat of your own heart every time you walk in a hurry.

The room is too dark, there is no moonlight, only Mu Surao's chaotic eyes are jumping, like flames.

Xiangjiu smiled slyly, threw away the thing in his hand, caught the person who stuck it, and turned over neatly...

"Well, no, I want to be on top."

"Okay, I surrender, one person at a time."

"Oh, it's agreed once per person!"

angry! ! !

Beauty tricks are definitely physical work, and meeting such an enthusiastic emperor as Mu Suluo is even more physical work.

The last time I was so tired was when Xin Zheku was brushing five hundred Gong barrels.

Xiangjiu shook her claws that were about to cramp, and rubbed her waist that was about to be scrapped. She swore that she would never use such things as beauty tricks again in her life.

She lay on the side, listening to the shallow and even breathing of the person next to the pillow, she poked the corner of Mu Surao's mouth angrily, Mu Surao was in a deep sleep, she didn't respond at all, she could only let her down.

Xiangjiu pushed her boundaries a little bit, and made her lose her mind.

This time, Mu Surao was in pain, woke up in a daze, and kicked Xiangjiu under the quilt, without using much force, purely complaining.

Xiangjiu was happy with her sluggish reaction, but she called her name again after working hard all night.

"Susu."

"Susu."

Didn't get any response, ok, ok, terrific.Xiangjiu was so happy to himself that she wished she could rub her hands together and jump up and down three times.

She raised her body halfway, trying to pull out the arm held by Mu Surao.

Pumping, pumping, pumping, pumping profusely without sweating.

Hug too tight!

Xiangjiu was depressed, could it be that her beauty trick fell short, unwilling, very unwilling.

So she decided to take a risky move.

"Susu." She leaned down, leaned close to Mu Surao's ear, and uttered a call of love.

"Baby Susu~"

"Sweet heart and liver~"

Mu Surao's mouth overflowed with a sweet smile, but her eyes were still closed: "What are you doing?"

"Let go first." Xiang Jiu said calmly.

Mu Surao was so sleepy that she didn't answer for a long time, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "...Where are you going?"

"The latrine."

Mu Surao moaned and whimpered, wanting to cry, and hugged Xiang Jiu: "Don't go, I don't want to be separated from you."

Xiangjiu: "..."

Xiang Jiu lifted the quilt up a bit, covering Mu Su Rao's cold shoulders: "I'll be right back."

"No, don't go."

"Good, be obedient."

How could Mu Surao not let Xiangjiu go, besides, she couldn't play around, so she begged for a sweet kiss, and finally let Xiangjiu go as she wished.

Xiangjiu was afraid that she would be a moth again, so he picked up his shoes and went outside. The winter night was cold, and the floor was so cold that Xiangjiu's teeth were trembling.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he hurriedly put on his shoes, straightened his waist, and had a "affectionate look" with several guards.

The leader asked, "Where is Miss Xiang going?"

"...toilet."

The leader retreated a way: "Please."

Xiangjiu thanked him and nodded his thanks, but didn't want him to follow her.

"I'll be back when I go."

The man had a dead face and didn't answer.

Xiang Jiu didn't know what to do for a while, sucked his teeth, and continued to walk forward resentfully.

When he came to the corner of the backyard and was about to lift the curtain to enter the toilet, he put his hand down again.

"Hey, big brother, I'm hypocritical. Some people are afraid that I won't be able to urinate, so just wait for me here for a while."

The guard still had an unsmiling dead face.

Xiangjiu: "..."

"At any rate, I'm the favorite of the imperial lord's son. I look like a flower and a jade. It doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman. Even if I'm an eunuch like me, I have to avoid suspicion."

"Also, the emperor has a weird temper and loves to be jealous..."

Mu Surao is a brick, she can be moved wherever it is needed, her name is her trump card, the guard brother has to be more afraid.

Looking at Xiangjiu's face again, it is indeed as beautiful as a flower and jade, which makes people fascinated...

The guard brother was a little tempted.

He shook his head vigorously, and stood aside: "You do what you want."

The boulder hanging in Xiangjiu's heart finally fell to the ground, he secretly loosened his tense shoulders, and smiled politely to him.

When she entered the latrine, a hand came out from the darkness unexpectedly, and tightly covered her mouth.

Xiangjiu: "!!!!"

Dream Poria

Xiangjiu panicked and subconsciously wanted to struggle, but before she could cry out for help, the thief tapped her acupuncture points.

Her body immediately went limp, her eyes darkened, and she fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was no longer in the inn, and his hands and feet were ruthlessly bound, lying on the horse's back like a sack.

The horse ran very fast, with the whistling wind in his ears, and the green forest grassland under the horse's hooves.

Her stomach felt uncomfortably pressed, her breathing was difficult, and she began to fuss: "I don't know which family or faction you are a hero, please report your name!"

There were a lot of jokes about her around——

"Hey, are you awake? I only woke up when the sun was drying my ass. City Lord Rong Er's sleep quality is quite good."

"The skill is good. Next time I will add two more acupuncture points, and it is estimated that I will sleep for three days and three nights."

"In my opinion, just knock her out with a sap."

You talk to me, and from time to time there are a few strings of silver bell-like laughter.

Xiangjiuwo was very angry, but he was fish and meat, and he was a Daozu, so he could only resist the bad temper of the second generation ancestor, and said softly: "Sisters are all gods."

No one paid her any attention.

Xiangjiu's thick skin was honed to perfection when he was a slave, and he persevered: "My dear sisters, please tell me, are you robbing money or... robbing sex?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was overjoyed, and they all laughed so hard that they all tightened the reins and stopped the horses as if they were worried about losing their breath.

In the deep mountains and old forests, in the desert, several young women laughed loudly around her, no matter how you look at it, it looks like robbery, and it is the kind that will be robbery immediately.

Xiangjiu felt uneasy in his heart. It was originally a joke, but unexpectedly it became true.

Beauty always makes people so troubled.

Xiangjiu bit her tongue with her teeth, and was always ready to bite her tongue to kill herself. She thought that in this life, both physically and mentally, she only belonged to Mu Suluo.

Xiang Jiu's emotions were well brewed, his heart was full of passion, he held his breath, his little face turned into a pig's liver color.

A force suddenly came from her waist, pulling her off the horse.

Xiangjiu fell to the ground, but it didn't hurt much. The grass was growing very well, layer upon layer, as thick as a large Persian carpet.

The sun's rays passed through the gaps between the branches, leaving several spots of light, and one of them fell on her clear eyes, blurring her vision.

She felt uncomfortable, closed her eyes slowly, and when she opened them again, the person who pulled her off the horse had already stood in front of her.

She squinted her eyes and looked intently, her scalp seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning, and the roots of her hair exploded.

"... Meng Poria!!!"

Meng Fuling, the eldest disciple of the ostentatious building! ! !

Worthy! ! !

Xiangjiu was terrified, disregarding her bound hands and feet, as if she had been spat with blood, she jumped up and ran away.

Meng Fuling and all the juniors: "..."

They were not in a hurry to chase, and leaned on the horse, standing leisurely with arms folded, admiring Xiang Jiu's performance.

Before enjoying it to the fullest, Xiangjiu tripped over a stone under her feet and ate shit.

The idol baggage of the stunning eunuch shattered to pieces.

There were ten thousand mud horses running in Xiangjiu's heart, but she didn't give up. She bared her teeth, biting the rope at her wrist desperately, and then grinded it with that stone. The desire to survive was very touching.

Meng Fuling was patient and gave her a stick of incense time to save herself, but Xiangjiu failed her kindness, and the rope showed no sign of loosening.

"City Master Rong Er, have you had enough trouble? The mountains are long and the rivers are far away. Let's hurry up."

Xiang Jiu stared angrily, "Where are you going?"

Meng Fuling looked at her with "what do you say" eyes.

Xiang Jiu suddenly felt that the [-] grass-mud horses galloping past had come back: "I'm not going to Zhaoyao Lou!!"

"That's up to you." Meng Fuling stepped forward in two or three steps, picking her up like a chick.

Xiang Jiu lowered his head to her chest.

Meng Fuling blushed with embarrassment, no matter how she is, she is still an unmarried young girl, she is ashamed to say that her breasts are her own.

However, the embarrassing reaction of a chivalrous woman is slightly different from the embarrassing reaction of an ordinary woman—Meng Fuling raised her foot and kicked Xiang Jiu's knee, kicking Xiang Jiu cleanly and lamely.

Xiangjiu cried in a storm: The tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs.

She blamed herself for being too careless, she thought it was safe, but she knew that the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole was behind.

She wholeheartedly wanted to escape from Mu Surao's protective circle and escape from the pursuit of her former colleagues, Zhaoyaolou was waiting for her to do so.

Now the whereabouts of the first city lord is unknown, and the second city lord has been captured by the enemy. Her decades-long foundation in Jujiu City may be coming to an end.

On the path by the forest, a pair of horses whipped their horses, and the hooves of the horses kicked up dust all over the sky.

The red-clothed woman in the lead didn't relax her frowning brows even for a moment, and even her breathing was tight.

"Master, there is a crossroad ahead." Nan Ye called to stop her.

Mu Surao grabbed the reins violently, the leading horse raised its front hooves high and neighed sharply.

She jumped off the horse, walked quickly to the intersection and stood still, then squatted down again, carefully observing everything on the road.

Raising his hand, he found the guard who was guarding Xiang Jiu last night, and asked, "How many people fought against you last night?"

The guard clasped his hands and replied, "The five of them are all women."

Mu Surao's expression darkened: "They were always ahead of us, they must be riding horses, but now the horseshoe marks are gone."

The guards looked forward and saw that there were only scattered traces of wheels passing by on the road, and there were several pairs of footprints of different sizes and shades, indicating that the passers-by had different ages and shapes, and they would never be five-year-olds. A woman of similar age.

"Master means..." Nanye wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Mu Surao got on the horse again: "They have entered the forest."

There are many trees in the forest, and there are many weeds, so it is not easy to leave footprints. Although Mu Suluo was very anxious, she was afraid of missing any clues, so she put up 12 points of energy and carefully followed her steps.

The speed of progress slowed down, and the light in the forest became unclear. Nan Ye unscrewed the water bag and said anxiously: "Master, I've been tired all day, drink some water and rest for a while."

Mu Surao's scarlet eyes were fixed on his face, revealing a frightening sternness, and he was a little bewildered.

Nanye's calf twitched: "The servant is worried about your dragon body—"

Mu Surao snapped it off and handed it to the water bag.

Nanye didn't dare to pick it up, she hugged Mu Surao's leg very skillfully and knelt down, she burst into tears, "Master, it's not a good idea for you to torture yourself, young master Xiang has his own auspiciousness, and the people of the whole world can't bear it." They're all pointing at you."

Mu Surao became angry: "Let go!"

Disobedience means disobedience and disobedience, Nan Ye withdrew her hand and rubbed her palm on Lao Han's leg.

The more Mu Surao looked at him, the more angry she became, she took a step back, found the distance and angle, lifted the hem of the begonia red skirt, and kicked her leg.

Nanye never expected that Mu Surao would kick him when he was out of the palace, he was not prepared at all, he fell straight out, his fat belly was crushed on a small rock, the pain was so painful that he was dying.

"Woooooooo..."

It is difficult to be a eunuch, it is difficult to be a chief eunuch, and it is even more difficult to be a punching bag for the part-time imperial master.

He made up his mind that after finding the young master Xiang, he would retire and return home.

Inadvertently looking around, I found that half of the waist of the stone was tied with a white and brown cloth strip, with rough edges, as if torn from clothes.

He remembered that Xiangjiu's clothes were white and brown!

"Master, master, master!"

Mu Surao thought that he was going to imitate those sour veterans again, so he persuaded her with his family, country and world, and waved his hand impatiently: "Get lost."

"Look quickly." Nanye was overwhelmed by joy, and without thinking too much, grabbed Mu Suluo's wrist and led her to the side of the stone, "This is left by Miss Xiang."

When the scattered guards heard the news, they couldn't help being excited and hurried over.One of them blew on the torch, and a thumb-sized flame sprang up, illuminating Mu Suluo's ecstatic face.

There are three words engraved on the stone: Zhaoyaolou.

There are still a few broken straw ropes on the top.

Mu Surao guessed the clues Xiang Jiu left behind at a glance, and smiled knowingly: "You dog, you're quite cunning."

The Secret of the Woods

Xiangjiu walked all the way and tried every means to leave a mark. She has a lot of eyes, knows how to bluff and bluff. Every time Meng Fuling fails to catch her, but she always pays attention to her. With all kinds of wits and courage, Extremely exhausting.

In the middle of the night, at midnight, there was fog in the forest, and the moon was hidden in the fog, rendering a strong and strange atmosphere.

Xiangjiu didn't know what was in An'an's mind, so she started to tell ghost stories, such as "crying in the middle of the night" and "an old corpse in the mountain village", all of which were frightening.

But the girls around me were terrified, and they hugged each other and screamed.

Such a scene is mainly due to the imperfection of the education system in Zhaoyaolou.

As we all know, the Zhaoyao Tower is the only intelligence agency in the Jianghu that can compete with Jujiu City, and it is also the most mysterious sect. Its owners are two mysterious women, so the disciples of the Zhaoyao Tower are all women.

They are not allowed to go out of Zhaoyao Island under the order of the landlord. The management is too strict, which is almost equivalent to being isolated from the world. The disciples all learn the righteous ways of the world, so they don't know the three teachings and nine streams.

Don't talk about ghost stories, even if you make up a random love story, they will be moved to the ground. No, Xiangjiu put together the court gossip that he heard in Xinzheku, and then took the imperial concubine as the protagonist, It tells about a harem women's drama of seizing love and survival, named "The Secret History of the Royal Concubine"

Everyone listened with gusto, but Meng Fuling became worried, convinced that Xiang Jiu was disturbing the morale of the army, she found her silk handkerchief and blocked Xiang Jiu's mouth.

Xiangjiu: "No!"

Hearing the excited juniors and sisters: Ah! ! ! !Just heard about the concubine and the second miscarriage, I was disheartened and determined to fight back! ! ! !

One of them said: "Senior sister, didn't the master tell us to take good care of City Lord Rong Er?"

Another person chimed in: "Yes, although we don't know what the master's intention is, we should obey the instructions."

That makes a lot of sense...

Meng Fuling wavered a little, thought for a while, and announced to rest at the same place, mainly because she also wanted to know how the imperial concubine would avenge her son's murder.

After all, the junior sisters ran around for several days, and when they heard the rest, they were all overjoyed, like a mouse who stole oil to eat, a horse tied to a horse, and a fire made, surrounded Xiangjiu, took off the things in her mouth, and urged She quickly moved on.

Xiang Jiu, who has a lot of fans, is a little swollen. The main performance is to cheat food and drink, cheat a few pieces of beef, half a bag of water, and two steamed buns.

He ate too fast and even hiccupped twice.

Everyone waited until the flowers had all thanked, and opened their mouths to urge her again. Xiang Jiu patted her swollen belly, raised her hand to signal them to be quiet, cleared her throat, and continued to speak.

The plot is so bloody, terminally ill, car accident, wrong baby, if Mu Surao hears about it, she will definitely be skinned.

The more bloody the more exciting, everyone's emotions are led away by Xiang Jiu, and this lead is half the night.

Xiangjiu was so tired that she shook her hands and fell asleep soundly. They couldn't make a fuss about her, leaving Meng Fuling, the senior sister, to watch the night, and fell asleep immediately.

When her breathing was long, Xiang Jiu opened her eyes, turned over, and saw Meng Fuling was staring at her non-stop across the fire.

Meng Fuling sneered: "Master Rong Er, don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have."

Xiang Jiu firmly denied it.

Flip back and go back to sleep.

Turning over after a while, Meng Fuling was still staring at her: "..."

"How did you know I was out of the palace?"

The reaction was too quick. She left the palace that day and arrested her that night, making it clear that she followed her all the way.

Meng Fuling doesn't talk much on weekdays, she just said, "Broken bird."

Xiang Jiu immediately understood that it must be Duan Que who released the news, and that's right, this woman is cruel and ruthless, and she wished for her death, if she didn't take this opportunity to do something wrong, she would never give up.

"Then you also know that the person with me is..."

"The current Zhaowen Empress Mu Surao." Meng Fuling didn't hesitate.

As he said that, he picked up the branches at hand and sowed the fire. Seeing that the fire was getting smaller, he filled in some firewood.

"You are very smart. Following Empress Zhaowen, there are countless guards in the open and in the dark. People in the rivers and lakes dare not go against the court. You should be safe all the way."

"Ping An fart!" Xiang Jiu put his hand on his forehead, lying flat, looking up at the starry sky tonight through the gaps in the branches.

Suddenly, deep in the canopy of the tree, a black figure flickered in vain.

Xiang Jiu froze, rubbed his eyes, and looked over again, but there was no one at all.

Is she dazzled?

still is……

Xiangjiu didn't want Meng Fuling to notice her strangeness, so she found a topic to chat with her for a few more words, and then pretended to be a sleepy bug, and nestled into the grass to sleep.

She didn't sleep well, always thinking about that black shadow, she opened her eyes after sleeping for a while, closed them for a while, and then opened them again, always hoping that that person would appear again.

After repeating for a long time, the sky dawned.

Meng Fuling stepped on the fire and shouted to get up.

Xiangjiu was really sleepy, dawdling, just stood up, and slid down against the tree trunk before he could stand still.

Meng Fuling is all when Xiangjiu is delaying time, she knows well that there are so many of them, it is impossible to leave no traces, and Mu Suluo is surrounded by elites, as long as they find a little bit of clues, they will be like vicious dogs. Just bite them and don't let go.

The master had told her not to expose Zhao Yaolou, unless she wanted to openly oppose the court.

"Hurry up." She pushed Xiangjiu's shoulder.

Xiangjiu hurriedly moved away, and stood upright with the support of the tree trunk. She was kicked yesterday and didn't feel much pain at the time, but now she seems to be having cramps every step she takes.

"This wicked woman is kicking me as if she killed my father and my enemy." She muttered.

In fact, it is similar, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, Jujiu City and Zhaoyaolou have been at odds for many years, Meng Fuling is the eldest disciple of Zhaoyaolou, who has a heavy responsibility, and is considered the half daughter of the two landlords.

And she is the second city lord of Jujiu City.

A second generation of Lou and a second generation of Cheng, they started fighting as soon as they met. The number of times she fought Meng Fuling could not be counted with her hands and feet.

Also, she is good at everything, but she loves to scold people when she is in a hurry, she scolds Duan Que for having a child without fart, and scolds Meng Fuling for having a child with a lot of fart.

Every time Meng Fuling is scolded by her, she makes her look dazed. After all, Jujiu City is full of three teachings and nine streams, and Xiang Jiu has been fascinated by it. Compared with her, Meng Fuling is a pure and pure little white lotus.

As the old saying goes, it’s not that there is no retribution, but the retribution will come now before the time comes.

Meng Fuling tied her hands and feet again with a tighter and more complicated knot, ensuring that she would not be able to untie it even if she turned to the sky.

Xiangjiu was forced to ride a horse, continuing yesterday's bumpy ride.

In the depths of the forest, the trees are luxuriant, and the terrain is more complicated. Meng Fuling led the junior sisters to no longer ride horses, and only led the horses one step at a time.

Xiangjiu is sure that these women must have stepped on the spot and planned the route in advance.

Vicious woman!

All of them are poisonous women!

She sat on the horse, looked at the heads at her feet and slandered heartily.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound, like branches and leaves rubbing against each other, just like the black shadow from last night, you can't find it in the blink of an eye.

Xiang Jiu raised her head, her gaze jumped from one end of the canopy to this, as if she was catching something.

Meng Fuling noticed something strange, stomped her foot heavily, and shouted softly: "There is someone!"

The younger junior sisters imitated her and looked up, except for a few unnamed birds, there was no one else.

"Sister..."

"You can't see it..."

Meng Fuling pulled out the long sword hanging by the saddle and pressed it against Xiang Jiu's neck, but she said to the man: "Come out!"

Xiang Jiu flinched back desperately: "Sister Meng, the sword has no eyes, it hurts people and harms peace—hey!"

Meng Fuling pulled her off the horse, and simply put the long sword across her throat, the action was simple and rough.

"It's bleeding, it's bleeding." Xiang Jiu said anxiously.

Meng Fuling: "If you keep arguing, I'll cut off your tongue!"

Xiang Jiu closed his mouth.

The person in the distance answered, the voice of Yingying and swallows, with the unique softness of Jiangnan women: "Then I will cut off your tongue first!"

sister in law

When Xiangjiu heard the sound, she felt as excited as if she had taken lotus cream, her waist straightened up, her ears pricked up, and she almost whistled twice to express her excitement.

Said to Meng Fuling: "I advise you to be obedient, otherwise you will really lose your tongue."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Meng Fuling thought she was too loud, and stomped on her jiojio.

Xiangjiu grinned in pain and shut up again.

At this time, several strange sounds suddenly came out in the air, like the sound of clothes being cut, bark, bark, bark...

A gust of wind blew up in Meng Fuling's ears, and so did the ears of several junior sisters. The wind lifted the hair around their ears, and immediately broke into two knots and slid down their shoulders.

They looked behind and saw five ordinary leaves nailed to the trunk like blades, with most of the leaves buried.

Meng Fuling was terrified.

The junior sisters pulled out their long swords in unison, and each pointed in their own direction. They didn't know where this person was, but they knew who this person was. Hong Ling, who had won the top spot on the list of hidden weapons for the tenth time in a row.

Her most terrifying identity is—the daughter-in-law of Rong Qing, the lord of Jujiu City.

Regardless of her martial arts skills, her marriage is not bad, so she is still at the top of the list of the most envied and hated in Jianghu for five consecutive times.

Of course, this list does not have an official authoritative certification. Where there are rivers and lakes, there are wives, and they are all made by those wives.

Xiangjiu's Zonghengzhu was taught by Hong Ling. Hong Ling is her sister-in-law, also considered her half-master. She hasn't seen her for half a year, and she is still so rusty, which frightens the young ladies in Zhaoyao Lou for a moment.

Hong Ling went on to say: "If you don't let him go, your life will be gone."

Her voice is hazy and floating, as if it came from ancient times.

But Meng Fuling was very stubborn: "I have never surrendered without a fight in my Zhaoyao Building, let alone a coward!"

Hearing what he said, he clearly told Hong Ling to beat her up, and beat her into a coward.

Alas, young man, the pattern Tucson is broken.Xiangjiu complained silently.

Hong Ling is not a bodhisattva-hearted master, since Meng Fuling eats hard but not soft, she didn't want to waste too much time, she stretched her arms lightly, jumped off the branch, and landed not far from them.

Meng Fuling noticed that the moment her toes touched the bottom, there was not even the slightest sound.

What a great effort.

Meng Fuling retreated with all her juniors.

Hong Ling smiled, her smile was always faint, with the corners of her mouth curled up a little bit, sometimes others would not think she was smiling.

But Xiangjiu had seen her laughing heartily, many times, all at her elder sister, Rong Qing.

Hong Ling flipped her wrist, and a fallen leaf spinning in the air reached her fingertips in the blink of an eye, ready to go.

Xiangjiu looked at her, his eyes were full of twinkling and twinkling, the hard work of the past six months, the bumpy road, can be regarded as meeting relatives.

Unable to bear the bloody scene that followed, she turned into an expert negotiator and asked Meng Fuling to consider Hong Ling's proposal. It would be better to keep the green hills and not be afraid that there would be no firewood.

Meng Fuling doesn't eat oil and salt: "After 18 years, he will be a hero again!"

Junior sisters: "Yes!!!"

Xiangjiu suspects that Zhao Yaolou is a pyramid scheme and is good at brainwashing.

She covered her eyes with her little paws, unwilling to witness the blood and flesh flying all over the place.

Waiting to hear several barking sounds, accompanied by the popping sound of flesh being pierced, and the screams of the young ladies and sisters.

It was a few short snaps of fingers, but she felt that it was as long as several hours.

When the surroundings were quiet, she asked, "Are you ready?"

Hong Ling clapped her hands: "Okay."

Xiang Jiu still covered her eyes: "You...killed them all?"

Hong Ling put her hands on her waist: "No."

Their Jujiu City's business philosophy is to make money without killing people. Even if they compete with Zhaoyaolou, there is no reason to kill people.

As the proprietress of Jujiu City, Hong Ling is very aware of this aspect.

Xiangjiu felt relieved, let out a long breath, put down her little claws, and glanced down...

"!!!!!!"

"You, you, are you sure they are still alive with blood and flesh like this??"

Hong Ling folded her hands in front of her abdomen, and said slimly: "They are all small wounds, not fatal."

She hooked her hands towards Xiangjiu, and when people came around her, she raised her hand and poked Xiangjiu's forehead fiercely, and said earnestly: "How many times has your elder sister taught you that when you walk in the world, the most taboo is to be soft-hearted and soft-hearted. No life to live."

Xiangjiu was grinning, tilted her body, and rubbed against her shoulders a few times: "Isn't it because of you to protect me, sister-in-law~"

Hong Ling was helpless, patted her vest to coax her, her face was warm and gentle: "Let's go."

Xiang Jiu separated from her and nodded heavily: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go quickly."

Then I saw Hong Ling going on the way she came.

"Sister-in-law, I went wrong, this is the direction to the capital."

Hong Ling kept on stepping: "It's going to the capital."

Xiang Jiu trotted to catch up with her, and said pleasantly, "My elder sister is in the capital!"

"No." Hong Ling's brows and eyes returned to their usual coldness.

"Then what are you going to do in the capital?" How dangerous it is.

"I'm going to kill the Broken Sparrow!"

Xiangjiu suddenly became one head and two big, only to think that her old problem was repeated.

Hong Ling, formerly known as Tang Hong Ling, was originally the youngest daughter of Tang Tianzong, the patriarch of the Tang Sect. She is one of the most beauties in the Jianghu, especially the beauty and indifference of the orchids in the empty valley and the flowers of the high mountains, which make countless boys and girls dream about at night. around.

Ten years ago, she was 16 years old. When she first entered the arena, she sent out battle posts widely, from the top 2 in the martial arts rankings all the way to No.[-].

No.1 is Rong Qing.

At that time, Rong Qing hadn't taken over the position of city lord yet, he had practiced in the Jianghu, but his martial arts had reached the pinnacle, and the unanimous comments in the Jianghu were that it was unpredictable.

Hong Ling fought with her several times but was defeated, so she followed her sternly, and continued to fight as soon as her internal strength recovered.

So wherever Rong Qing goes, Hong Ling will go, sticking to death tightly, living