After the emperor got married, he collapsed and set up

Back in the courtyard next to Songxia Academy, Xiao Jinghe put down Yang Yanqing in his arms, and said calmly: "Mr. has quite a lot of faces."

Not only the face of Yi Rong, but even the identity has become smooth and natural.

"I have a big family and a big business. As the owner, I have to have something under the box." Yang Yanqing knew that Xiao Jinghe, who had been silent and cooperating with him just now, could not be suspicious, but he still changed the topic and did not answer directly.

Xiao Jinghe didn't bother to ask, although he didn't know Yang Yanqing for a short time, but this short time taught him a lot of lessons in getting along with this person.

The first point is: this person can't believe half of what he says.

Just by looking at how he changes people, one by one, he tricks Gu Wenyong, the Chen family, and Shen Xiangliu, who has been pushed in, to know that this person is probably very familiar with this kind of thing.

Names are innocuous things, this person can let him go if he is happy, as for his identity... Xiao Jinghe's brows are getting tighter, and for some reason, there is a voice in his heart that is always reassuring him, slow down, slow down, don't worry .

"By the way! Didn't Madam still be interested in those Huashan sects before?" Seeing Xiao Jinghe's pensive look, Yang Yanqing didn't see any abnormal headaches caused by thinking, so he let him ponder.

Originally, he didn't expect to be able to fool around for a long time. This person seemed to be unable to turn his head around normally, but after losing his memory, he was no longer disturbed by those miscellaneous concerns. I can't help but feel guilty.

——Mainly after the guilty person regained his memory.

Yang Yanqing subconsciously helped his lower back.

But I have to admit that Yang Yanqing now likes to live together without any worries, even though he clearly knows that everything is just a short stolen time.

He always wanted to return King Jingbei who belonged to Daqing and King Jingbei who belonged to Qingzhou to where he should be.

"People from the Huashan faction are here to find... um." Xiao Jinghe hesitated for a moment in the middle of speaking, who was the host in front of the martial building who was provocative at the first sight of him, but was beaten up by him in the end?

At this moment, Xiao Jinghe felt something staring at them, raised his hand and yanked the wooden hairpin on Yang Yanqing's head, and stabbed towards the shadow of the tree!

Accompanied by the sound of wow-wah and wings fluttering in panic, a familiar big 丨 black hawk jumped out from the shadow of the branches, circled above the two of them while screaming hastily.

Although he couldn't understand, Xiao Jinghe understood the essence of Black Eagle's cursing in a strange way.

"It doesn't matter what his name is, but the villa won't be able to keep him for long." Yang Yanqing raised his hand to let the black eagle land on his arm. As soon as the eagle landed, Yang Yanqing hissed, "Langya is feeding you meat strips again, isn't it?" Isn't it? Look at your fat and crazy! Can you still fly?"

The black eagle carefully put away its claws and stood on Yang Yanqing's arm, its strong body leaned against Yang Yanqing's arms coquettishly, its head kept lifting to rub against Yang Yanqing's chin, and there was a humming sound in his mouth.

"You're a male eagle, so clingy, people think you're a little girl?" Yang Yanqing was so tired that he stretched out his hand to run along the eagle's feathers. The eagle grew more hairy and fatter, and spread its wings. It's like hugging a thick blanket when you hang it on yourself.

When he saw Xiao Jinghe standing beside Yang Yanqing, anger flashed in Heiying's black bean eyes, and he turned his head away with a wow.

"What's its name?" Xiao Jinghe also saw that the eagle was probably raised by Yang Yanqing, not the eagle in the villa.

"Call..." Yang Yanqing was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the lump of black in his arms, the name of little black had already been given, "Why don't we call him Xiaoying."

Before Hei Ying had time to protest, he heard the man next to him who was not welcome by Ying say in a very flat tone: "It's so fat, it's more appropriate to call it Xiaopang."

Yang Yanqing: "..."

Black Hawk: "...?"

There was a light in his arms, and when Yang Yanqing looked at Xiao Jinghe, the eagle who rushed over to settle accounts aggressively had been pinched and held upside down in his hands, still cursing angrily.

This big lump of black... seems to be really fat.

Forget it, Xiaopang will be Xiaopang, anyway, he doesn't call him by his name on weekdays, so it's not a big deal to just choose a name to make his wife happy.

Xiao Jinghe saw Yang Yanqing acquiesced to the name, raised the fat eagle's hand, met those little black bean eyes, and called Xiaopang several times earnestly. He was so angry that the black eagle struggled from the anger at the beginning to the back. Desolate resignation.

With a master who is fascinated by beauty, what can Xiaoying do?

Oh no, it's Xiaopang... Xiaopang stretched out his claws in the direction of his master humiliatedly. When Yang Yanqing took off the bamboo tube tied to his feet, he immediately pecked Xiao Jinghe's hand twice, and let him go while he was relieved. At this time, he flew away into the vast night without looking back.

Yang Yanqing took out a small note from the bamboo tube, which was different from the last time that only wrote about Shen Xiangliu's appointment and movement, this time because of his instructions, the content on the note was obviously more.

"Let me see...the head of the Huashan School is seriously ill, no wonder." Yang Yanqing sighed and explained to Xiao Jinghe, "The one in our villa is the son of the head of the Huashan School. The one I met here is the elder brother of the Huashan School, the nephew of the sect leader."

"My son is talented in martial arts but his heart is too pure. He is more than 20 years old and has not seen blood on his sword. How can the head of the Huashan School, Wei Ming I, rest assured that he will hand over the Huashan School to such a son? Out of the sect."

"As for this senior brother of the Huashan School who is not in a hurry to control the internal affairs of the sect after his master and uncle became seriously ill, but instead led people down the mountain in person, he put in a lot of effort to kill this junior who was an eyesore since he was a child."

"By chance, the villa took in the young master of the Huashan sect who was covered in blood and crying with snot and tears all over his face. He licked his wounds in the villa for four years. Now it's time for the young master to go home and bite."

What are you doing at home...?

Xiao Jinghe slightly raised his eyebrows.

Yang Yanqing pretended to be mysterious and said: "This young master is not a little white rabbit, otherwise Madam would think why all the Huashan sect agreed to go far and near to find the young master after the sect leader became seriously ill, instead of letting someone who has been in charge of internal affairs within the sect The head disciple inherits the head position?"

"How did the Huashan faction know that he was in Shanghai?" As long as Yang Yanqing was not involved, Xiao Jinghe's ability to grasp the key points was always good. He said firmly, "The news you released."

"Ninety percent of the people surrounding Shuixinxie today are martial arts people. It's easy to talk about money, but if it's for other things... Heroes use martial arts to break the ban. In recent years, the hearts of these Jianghu people have grown stronger."

"The Huashan faction is the master of martial arts, and several times the leader of the alliance has been handed over to his family, and it is used for surgery - it is perfect."

"Huh? Shen Xiangliu is coming soon?" Yang Yanqing clapped his hands and smiled when he saw the last line of the note, "It's really timely."

***

As soon as Shen Xiangliu's horse's hooves stepped on the boundary of Huzhou, he felt a very familiar, strong, back trembling feeling of being calculated.

This feeling is very familiar, not a perception of danger, but a unique alarm for someone with a twisted mind.

Reining in the reins abruptly, Shen Xiangliu hesitated on the spot, thinking of His Majesty's instructions, finally gritted his teeth and rode his horse into the boundary of Huzhou.

Huzhou was originally the former residence of that person, so it is reasonable for him to be here, there is nothing wrong with it... right?

Shen Xiangliu has no objection to meeting Yang Yanqing again, and Yang Yanqing even owed him a good drink, but now that he has a mission on him, Shen Xiangliu still hopes that he will not meet Yang Yanqing at this time as well.

——After all, every time I meet Yang Yanqing, things will always divert uncontrollably in a direction that he never thought of at the beginning.

Headache.

……

Shen Xiangliu wore a hat on his head and led his horse into the capital city of Huzhou. He walked very leisurely along the way. He could clearly see the scene of the street and the joy on the faces of the people. The governor of Huzhou is in his eighties and does not have the energy to govern Fuzhou in such an orderly manner. There must be many capable people hidden in this place.

Yang Yanqing was once, and so is Gu Wenyong today.

Handing over the reins to Xiaoer, Shen Xiangliu took off his bamboo hat and said with a smile, "Please feed me some good fodder."

Xiao Er put the cloth towel on his shoulders, took the reins from Shen Xiangliu and said with a smile: "Guest officer, what are you talking about! You are a distinguished guest of our inn, and the shopkeeper has long ordered you to use the best Things! Don't worry!"

Shen Xiangliu paused when he was walking, and turned around: "... distinguished guest?"

"That's right!" Seeing that Shen Xiangliu's expression was wrong, Xiao Er was a little confused, "Didn't you come here to stay in the hotel two days ago? Tianzi No. [-] room, half a month's rent has been paid!"

Shen Xiangliu: "..."

Bad premonition experience, that guy is really messing up!

Shen Xiangliu put away the gloomy look on his face for a moment, and walked into the inn calmly. Tianzi No. [-] room has always been the sunniest and largest room on the highest floor, and Shen Xiangliu knew where it was as soon as he looked up.

Huzhou is Yang Yanqing's territory, so he must have been noticed by that person from the moment he stepped into Huzhou.

"Squeak-"

The door of the wing room was pushed open, although he was prepared, Shen Xiangliu's eyes still hurt from being dazzled by the smiling face sitting at the corner of the table.

After closing the door with his backhand, Shen Xiangliu gritted his teeth and said, "I beg you, can you stop making trouble in my face?"

"That won't work. Master Shen has the highest official rank in this city of Shanghai. Of course, Master Shen is still required to make decisions for the people." Yang Yanqing, who was blushing and willow-faced, winked at his cheeky master , "Besides, of course you have to choose the big one when you pull the tiger's skin, so that it works~"

Shen Xiangliu took a few deep breaths, and said with a sneer, "... I can thank you."

God knows how long this man held his face and how many things he did!

"You haven't retired yet, what's the matter with your skin not smelling good?" Shen Xiangliu looked around, and suddenly asked, "Where's your family?"

Yang Yanqing's eyes circled around Shen Xiangliu's body, and said slowly: "In order to prevent the two of you from fighting as soon as they met, I took a lot of effort to drive him away. You don't appreciate it?"

"What did I do? I'm afraid of him?!" Shen Xiangliu let out a heck, pulled out the stool and sat down.

"Oh... I told him that Shen Xiangliu is an old friend who admired my talent and proposed to travel with me many times." Yang Yanqing frowned as if he was very troubled, "I didn't expect that even if he lost his memory, his mind still remained There is a picture of someone feeding oranges..."

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