Alternative Jianghu Adventures

"If that's the case, there will be Miss Lao."

Ding Fan's voice could not be heard clearly in the dark room.

On the table, Ding Fan and Ulan Tuya quickly put away the three pieces of silk that had just been privately stamped by their respective chiefs, and filled the blank spaces with Chinese and Usai scripts respectively.

The remaining one is clearly placed on the table, neither of the two parties intends to take it into the bag.

It seems to be waiting for someone.

"It's not too late, we should set off immediately and go back to report..."

Although Wulan Tuya deliberately lowered her voice, even so, the coquettishness flowing in her bones still made some stunned soldiers behind Ding Fan tranced.

She couldn't help but chuckled a little smugly, and was about to continue, when she heard a low "cuckoo" from outside the window.

"Who!"

The startled shout was short and hasty, without any foreign accent, but judging from the voice, it might be a girl in the south of the Yangtze River.

Following Ulan Tuya's eyes, Ding Fan saw a gray-brown owl standing upright on the lower limb outside the window, with its head tilted and looking naive.

Those bright yellow beast eyes stared back at Ding Fan's visit without blinking. In a moment, the wings plopped and fell under the window sill.

A false alarm.

Ding Fan breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the owl devouring the mouse there, for some reason, a strange feeling rose in his heart.

owl... bird...

"Why haven't the people from Shen Yuan Pavilion come yet?"

After realizing that she was in danger, Wulan Tuya also relaxed a little - but no matter what, it's better to be cautious about this kind of thing.

She frowned, changed another topic, and said: "According to the agreement, the people from Shen Yuan Pavilion should have been present to witness this when you and I were talking, but the peddler who sold the mustard cakes when he came came no matter how he asked. He refused to disclose the name of the person who arranged the escape route—and let the person who left Shen Yuan Pavilion make an agreement on his own after we arrived.

Now that the contract agreement is over, no one from Shen Yuan Pavilion has been seen, and they don't even come to pick up the third-party documents. What does this mean? "

Ding Fan's vague sense of disobedience before was finally revealed by Wulan Tuya's insignificant complaint.

He suddenly realized where this strange feeling came from.

How familiar this scene is!

Thinking back to the days when he first recruited Xia Yun in Qingzhou City, every night he always felt that there were many more owls in the backyard of SF Security Bureau.

Those birds always land on the branches in the backyard unknowingly, making one after another sound, and they can't be driven away several times.

After such a long time, this feeling of being followed by birds still haunts him.

It's Kinoki!

Ding Fan raised his head suddenly, and the birds outside the window jumped into the window suddenly with fluttering wings, and the flickering fireworks on the half of the candle were extinguished by the cool wind driven by the wings, and the whole room immediately fell into a cloud of shadows. middle!

Xia Yun was squatting on the roof of the other courtyard at this time.

After coming out of the underground tunnel, relying on her familiarity with this place, she could tell which room Ding Fan had chosen as a foothold almost with her eyes closed.

However, without further ado, she picked a blind spot in Ding Fan's room where she could not see, and Qiao Anyue and they jumped up to the roof with a brat's collar in their hands.

"Is it okay not to go down?" Qiao Anyue asked quietly.

"The Southern Army was ordered by the young emperor to send people from the army to form an alliance with Usai. You, Shen Yuange, were invited to witness, but you didn't even see anyone?" She frowned, feeling somewhat inappropriate.

Xia Yun chuckled, put his hands to his mouth like cups, and immediately let out a chirping bird song.

The birds in the yard instantly echoed the sound, one after another, like a miracle.

Xia Yun's move stunned the two brats, and even Qiao Anyue, who had seen her like this before, couldn't help being speechless.

When Xia Yun commanded the flock of birds, there was a sense of self-confidence and ease in his gestures.

Maybe it's because this is her specialty, so every time she learned how to sing a bird, there was an extremely flamboyant smile on her lips, her arrogance made her shine brightly.

Probably this is beauty in the eye of the beholder.

Qiao Anyue couldn't help thinking that after recognizing her feelings for Xia Yun, she felt that no matter what this person did, she had a different radiance.

She couldn't help but greedily want to get closer, and even once had the idea of ​​monopolizing this beam of light.

At this moment, the birdsong stopped abruptly, and then Qiao Anyue heard a loud sneeze.

Yuan Hua: "..."

The image of Master Yun in his heart was once again disillusioned.

Xia Yun touched her nose in embarrassment, and wrapped her jacket tightly. The autumn wind at night made her shiver, and she emphasized again and again solemnly: "The night wind is really cold!"

Qiao Anyue passed her hand without hesitation, and silently moved herself a little closer to Xia Yun.

When he was still hesitating whether to get closer, Xia Yun grabbed him from the back.

Qiao Anyue froze, and realized that the man was leaning on her almost completely, and her hands were still held in the palms of the man's hands like a stove. The place is overwhelming.

"It's much warmer..." Xia Yun sighed with satisfaction.

These words immediately made Qiao Anyue, who wanted to "avoid suspicion", keep her stiff body, motionless.

It's strange to say that before they made their feelings clear, no matter how intimate the two people's actions were, they felt harmless, but now even if they went out to ride together, they felt a little awkward for no reason.

... The most distressing thing is that this person is always sticking to himself like a dog's skin plaster, with nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide.

But I can't figure out what this person is thinking.

Qiao Anyue, who claims to have read countless people, once again had to admit that all her self-control, talent, and thick-skinnedness that she was proud of were defeated after meeting Xia Yun.

"...Master Yun, you actually feel cold?" Yuan Hua sat stunned.

Before the words were finished, Xia Yun glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally, and the second half of the words were instantly swallowed back into his stomach.

...Can't you use your internal energy to warm up your body...

Yuan Hua circulated the zhenqi that had just been cultivated in his body, and found that it was exhausted soon. The little girl frowned tightly, and breathed "ha" into her frozen hands from time to time.

Qiao Anyue belatedly realized that Xia Yun's hand was like a stove, warmer than her own by countless times!

The sweat from the palms of the hands came slightly, and the two of them strangely did not say a word about this.

Yuan Hua's eyes were filled with white mist from his breath, and then he glanced at the oncoming owl, and the air in front of him was instantly torn apart by the icy cold wind.

Only then did she see clearly that the owl still had a secret contract wrapped in a letter box hanging from its talons.

"Didn't you bring this?" Xia Yun took off the bamboo tube and played with it in the palm of his hand, leaning against Qiao Anyue's body and stretching lazily.

Every movement involved Qiao Anyue's tense nerves.

"It seems that he recognized me." Xia Yun glanced at the courtyard where Ding Fan was staying, expressing something.

"There is one thing I can't figure out about the whole thing." Qiao Anyue tried to divert her attention, and said: "All these arrangements are based on the premise of absolute trust in Shen Yuan Pavilion by both parties.

You can still understand the young emperor's trust in you, but the Usai people have no contact with Shen Yuan Pavilion on weekdays, how did you gain their trust? "

Xia Yun took the secret agreement out of the bamboo tube, unfolded it, glanced at the full moonlight from the beginning to the end, and explained unhurriedly: "It's very simple, because the headquarters of Shenyuan Pavilion is very close to Wu Sai's tribe. .”

Yuan Chong also opened his eyes wide - you must know that he has heard a little bit about the famous powerful royal families in Jianghu. In the official chart of power, Shen Yuan Pavilion only proclaimed its heyday in the north, but he had never heard of it. Ursey is involved.

"My master didn't know why he went crazy for a while. He once tried his best in the cabinet and went to Wu Sai to build a small courtyard. The little master uncle always liked to be quiet, so he also moved there. From time to time, a few elders would also build some resting houses next to it, and more people would come and go.

Later, after my master died, this land was not abandoned. Anyway, it is quite comfortable for me and my uncle to live there now.Anyway, Shen Yuan Pavilion's main news depends on the birds, so it is not afraid of news delays. "

Xia Yun shrugged his shoulders, with an innocent face, "Otherwise, why do you think that the little uncle entrusted me with this job? Firstly, it's because I'm the most suitable candidate, and secondly, it's because I'm on the way!"

At this time, inside the house.

Curiously, Wulan Tuya leaned half of her body out of the window, but she didn't find anything as expected. She turned her head, stared at Ding Fan with charming eyes, and asked, "Are you sure it's the tree?"

Ding Fan smiled, nodded slightly, and said with a hint of regret in his tone, "I was lucky enough to see the face of a tree, and only she can do this kind of skill of controlling birds and beasts."

Wulan Tuya was noncommittal to Ding Fan's words, but within a snap of his fingers, they received another message from Xia Yun.

The note was wrapped in a bamboo tube and returned in the same way, but the secret agreement had been taken away and replaced with a piece of handwriting that looked like a dog crawling:

"Tomorrow morning, Yin Chu, find a way to gather in the wild grass outside Laquan City. Hummers are ready, so make sure to arrive in time!"

Wulan Tuya laughed when she saw the handwriting. The Chinese characters on it were crooked. Even a Usai person like her could tell that the handwriting was not much better than that of a three-year-old child, but Usai next to her The text is written upside down in a decent manner, enough to be confused with official documents.

"This one from Shen Yuan Pavilion is quite interesting."

She gave such an evaluation with a smile, and then put the note on the rekindled candle flame to burn it. Looking at the full moon outside, she was a little uncertain about the exact time.

"It's not too late, let's start now." She turned her head and pulled out the waist knife she was carrying, her green eyes were shining brightly in the darkness.

And at the moment she drew out her weapon, Ding Fan also heard a faint call from the outside world.

His face suddenly changed - how did this group of northern soldiers come so fast!

And at the moment when Ding Fan was on guard, the masked man was instructing the soldiers to quickly enclose the entire land.

He unconsciously groped for the handle of the barrier knife, and rubbed his fingertips against a word engraved crookedly with a small knife on the knife inscription:

beam.

The author has something to say: Well, I believe that none of you, remember, there was a person named Liang in this article.

Remember, count me as loser!

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By the way, my friend asked me, why don't I write real ancient style essays?

After talking in depth.

Me: ...do you have any misunderstandings about the ancient style...or some misunderstandings about spoken Chinese and classical Chinese...or some misunderstandings about the long time period of ancient times...[cover your face]

(No, I didn’t say that what I wrote is pure ancient style... I’m just surprised that many people don’t distinguish the concept... emm is not particularly clear)

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Thank you, little reporter from Zhenshou Mansion, Aoba Landmine*1