Wait a minute, heroine

It's past midnight, but the lights in the small town four or five miles away from Xiaoshan Fort are still brightly lit, and people from all walks of life are rushing around to inquire. The scene is like a busy market at noon:

"Have you heard? Something happened in Xiaoshan Fort just now..."

"It is said that a major crime was committed, and the Black Yamen King of Hell came to the door, and the Xuanri Pavilion was destroyed..."

"Black Yamen King of Hell? Night Terror Hall? Is Xiao Zongyuan so capable?!"

"Of course not, it's Linghu Guanzhi. According to rumors, it seems that Linghu Guanzhi surrendered to the enemy and became a hidden stake in Beiliang in order to cure his hidden illness..."

"No, even Linghu Guanzhi shouldn't be able to defeat the Great King of Hell at night..."

"Who said they had been beaten? I heard from people in the Sanjue Valley that Linghu Guanzhi was approached by the King of Hell, Ye Da. Not only did he not surrender, but he also wanted to break the net. First he combined Yin and Yang, and then he took out a soft sword and attacked in a sneak attack. In the end, he was backhanded by Ye Da Yama. One finger stabbed him to death..."

"One finger?"

"I didn't even bother to draw my sword with just one finger. It scared the heads of all the gang leaders present to death. They didn't dare to run around when people left. Even now, they are still waiting for the county magistrate to come to ask questions at Xiaoshan Fort..."

…

There were all kinds of comments, but in just two quarters of an hour, the storm that had just started in Xiaoshan Fort had already evolved into dozens of versions and spread to all parts of the world.

In an inn in the town, the waiter was in the stable surrounding the big black horse that the guest had just parked, and was also listening to the conversations of passers-by on the street.

On the second floor of the inn, birds were squatting and watching under the eaves. Fan Qinghe was holding a bucket of hot water and stopped outside the room. After paying attention to the surrounding noise, he pushed the door and entered, quickly closing the door.

There was an oil lamp burning in the inn room, and the dim light illuminated the area around the dressing table.

Ye Jingtang was naked from the waist up, with a full head of black hair hanging on his back. He was sitting by the bed, with the Chilong Sword beside him and a dark gold sword in his hand, leaning on his palm to observe carefully.

After the fight in Xiaoshan Fort, Ye Jingtang suffered some skin injuries. Because he didn't know Long Zhengqing's location and there were many Jianghu people present who were difficult to distinguish between enemy and friend, he quickly left Xiaoshan Fort and fetched horses from the town. Came here to stay.

Fan Qinghe was worried all the way, but had no chance to deal with the injury. At this time, he came in with hot water and quickly came to him and put it down:

"Don't look at it. Treat the injury first. No matter how sharp it is, it's just a sword. It's not a girl. How can you be so absorbed in it?"

The sword blade has no hilt or other accessories, and is bare and simple. It shows a light golden color under the candlelight, and does not have the cold and cold light of ordinary swords; but for a warrior, the allure of such an indestructible sword is indeed no less than A naked beauty.

Ye Jingtang is a swordsman and is not very interested in soft noodle weapons like swords, but after using this sword, he still couldn't help but feel that it smells really good. Seeing that Miss Fan complained, he carefully wrapped it in black cloth:

"This sword is more than just sharp. I feel that the texture is similar to that of the Minglong Picture. It's a pity that the situation was so critical that I couldn't find out the root cause."

As a martial artist, Fan Qinghe naturally wanted the Minglongtu, but like the Night Terror Hall, the Minglongtu was far less important in her heart than the safety of the people around her.

Fan Qinghe sat down next to him, took the sword strip and put it on the dressing table, raised Ye Jingtang's elbow and looked at his ribs:

"That kind of despicable villain who has no martial ethics will die if he dies. As long as you are fine. How do you feel? Does it hurt?"

Ye Jingtang's side was pierced by the sword strip. Because the vital part was twisted, it only made a hole in the flesh. The wound was small and not serious, but it had a burning effect and it did hurt a bit. He looked down and said:

"It's okay. It won't affect my skills. I'll be fine in two days."

Fan Qinghe checked carefully and found out that it was not serious, but he still felt a little distressed. He supported Ye Jingtang and lay on his side on the pillow, then wiped the blood on his side with a towel, looking slightly confused:

"With such a powerful sword, why didn't the old man take it out and use it earlier? Why would he put it in the stove to burn? The look in his eyes was quite surprising. Is it possible that, as recorded in the legend, the famous sword needs to drink blood to be able to strike?"

Ye Jingtang knew that this sword was very mysterious, but he did not agree with this statement:

"The sword strip pierced my gun first, and then passed through my body. There is no such thing as drinking blood to open the front. I guess the stove has been burning for a long time, and the heat has recently arrived, but Linghu Guanzhi didn't notice it. He originally wanted to use The red-hot iron bits hurt me, and as a result, I accidentally gave the indestructible sword into my hands..."

Fan Qinghe thought about it for a moment, nodded, and changed his words:

"That's true. Hmm... That's how a famous sword chooses its master. It doesn't hit anyone and doesn't show its edge. There is such a legend in the world. Others think it is a piece of broken iron, but as soon as someone picks it up, it turns into a piece of iron. Famous Sword Soldier..."

Ye Jingtang felt that this statement was more mysterious than the previous one, so he just shook his head and smiled.

While Fan Qinghe was chatting casually, he wiped the area around the wound with a towel, and then began to apply the medicine seriously.

The situation was critical just now, and Fan Qinghe had no intention of paying attention to anything else. Now that they had settled down, they were alone in the room. Ye Jingtang was lying on her side, and her perfect chest and abdomen were right in front of her...

Fan Qinghe's eyes flickered, and he glanced twice involuntarily, then quietly raised his eyes to look at Ye Jingtang's face, probably because he was afraid of being discovered.

As a result, when she looked up, she found Ye Jingtang looking at her with a smile.

"?!"

Fan Qinghe's body was slightly stiff, and his cheeks were visibly red. However, his expression was calm, and he lowered his head and took a look at him pretending to be generous:

"I don't really notice that you are quite strong when you are wearing clothes on weekdays. However, martial arts warriors need to be strong and round to withstand beatings. If your teacher and father see such a beautiful physique, they will definitely say that you have worked hard and look tough. , but useless in practice..."

Ye Jingtang has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so he naturally knows that a big waist and a round belly are the common physiques of martial artists. After all, fat is both a physical reserve and a cushion. If the body fat is too low, you will not be able to withstand a beating.

But this statement is only limited to ordinary martial artists. Once they reach the level of a master, they begin to pay attention to the internal strength of the Qi veins. No matter how thick the flesh is, they can't block a punch. Naturally, they no longer care about these things and how to look good.

Seeing that Fan Qinghe was clearly taking a peek, but said this, Ye Jingtang slightly raised his upper body, showing off his broad chest muscles:

"How can you say it's hard? It's no different from ordinary people when relaxed. It just looks very strong. If you don't believe me, just touch it."

Shall I touch it? !

Fan Qinghe blinked his eyes, feeling that Ye Jingtang was a bit outrageous.

What's the difference between asking her, a girl, to touch a man's chest and asking Ye Jingtang to pinch her grandma to see if it's soft?

However, Fan Qinghe is a doctor, and in line with his attitude of not treating patients when he is sick, he thought about it and acted naturally. He raised his green jade finger and poked Ye Jingtang's left chest. He quickly retracted his hand and continued to apply it with his head lowered. medicine:

"What's so touching..."

Ye Jingtang was a little amused, and his eyes swept over Fan Qinghe.

When Fan Qinghe went to Xiaoshan Castle, he was wearing night clothes. When he came back, he put on a skirt to cover it up. Although the clothes were thicker, his original curves were still not covered up because of his excessive figure.

At this time, Fan Qinghe was sitting sideways in front of his lower abdomen, twisting his waist to treat the wound carefully. His plump buttocks were displayed under the light, and his heavy clothes drew two arcs with great tension.

The already three-dimensional facial features are stunning under the light and shadow of the candlelight. The eyes under the long eyelashes are as bright as stars, and the red lips are slightly bitten, looking a little cramped...

Ye Jingtang blinked and wanted to look away.

But I couldn't even find any decorations in the inn room. Where else could I look except the person in front of me?

Ye Jingtang looked at Fan Qinghe's cheek, trying to find something to talk about to kill time, but in his mind, he recalled the scenes since they met.

Since the day when Guan Yujia opened the dragon's back, we met each other in Wushan. We have known each other for a long time, and we have traveled a long way - we were a guest in Langxuan City, and we touched the wrong place in the sea of ​​​​no return; Yazhou Cupping Treating an injury, I accidentally saw a ball rolling around; in the new house, I accidentally entered the boudoir and had a baby; and last night, I really saw the sandwich bun...

Ye Jingtang thought about it, but there was a hint of shame in his eyes. After thinking about it for a while, he said again:

"Miss Fan."

"Um?"

After applying the medicine, Fan Qinghe took gauze and wrapped it on his side, then passed it under the ribs on the other side of the Night Terror Hall, preparing to tie the bandage. When he heard the call, he raised his eyes:

"do what?"

Ye Jingtang sat up and spread his arms so that Fan Qinghe could bandage them more easily:

"Actually, those few times before, I didn't make all unintentional mistakes."

As soon as Fan Qinghe wrapped his arms around Ye Jingtang's chest, his movements were:

"Um?"

Ye Jingtang said frankly: "After beating Sima Yue that day, Miss Fan hugged my neck and cried. I am not a saint. I was really distracted at the time."

?

Fan Qinghe's red lips moved slightly, but he still didn't quite understand the meaning.

Ye Jinghao looked at each other calmly and continued:

"Last time at the inn in Yazhou, Ning'er suddenly came in. As a contemporary military leader, my eyesight reaction is very fast. When you move your body, I can actually react and look away in advance. But at that time, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I didn’t move, and even took a look..."

? ?

Fan Qinghe's eyes widened visibly, and embarrassment gradually appeared in his eyes. He also understood what Ye Jingtang meant in his heart - he had the ability to avoid misunderstandings due to accidents, but because he had thoughts about her, he just let things take their course. Do it.

Why is he telling me this?

Fan Qinghe felt a little panicked. After thinking about it, he took his hand back and sat up a little straighter:

"You...you walked into the house that time and kissed me on purpose?"

Ye Jingtang quickly shook his head: "I did make a mistake when I kissed you at the new house. But the bed board was broken, so I picked you up. It was indeed a smooth move..."

Just go with your heart?

If you touch it on purpose, you touch it on purpose. It sounds so nice...

Fan Qinghe blinked his eyes and felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he lowered his head in silence and wanted to tie the bandage and run away.

But as soon as she put her hands under her ribs, the man in front of her whispered in her ear:

"I kissed and touched, so it's not an unintentional mistake. I naturally take responsibility..."

Fan Qinghe's breath blew against his ears, and Fan Qinghe's whole body trembled. He quickly turned away a little and looked at the side face next to him:

"Who wants you to be responsible? Night Terror Hall, you...don't go too far. I have forgiven you many times..."

Ye Jingtang nodded slightly: "I know, that's why I'm telling you this. They are all adults, unmarried men and unmarried women. You can talk about these things openly. If you don't open your mouth, I don't know what Miss Fan means. Fan The girl doesn’t know my attitude, and it becomes more awkward as time passes, don’t you think?”

"..."

Fan Qinghe was completely panicked. Facing the clear eyes in front of her, she didn't dare to look at them. Her eyes flickered and she said:

"I am your elder. I came all the way to help you, and I also help you take care of your family..."

Ye Jingtang tilted his head and looked into Fan Qinghe's eyes:

"I've seen all this, so I thought of taking the risk. Do you like me?"

? !

Fan Qinghe was stunned by this straightforward question. She didn't even act like the Queen of the Winter Underworld. She came to the Wei Dynasty to help Ye Jingtang, and she didn't touch or kiss back, just because...

Just what?

Fan Qinghe's heart was racing, and he was at a loss - if she was just for Dong Mingbu, should she be a good friend? Ye Jingtang had thoughts about her, and if she didn't like it, she should take a firm stand and make it clear. If she didn't touch her back, she wouldn't kiss her. Talking back, secretly wondering why the Night Terror Hall didn't come, what's going on?

like……

Fan Qinghe had never thought of this word. Ye Jingtang asked him directly. It was obviously not okay for her to say that she liked it.

But when she said she didn't like it, she didn't feel any resistance at all since both of them were like this. She was even worried that something was wrong with her, which caused Ye Jingtang to have no interest in touching the house.

Judging from the current situation, even if she becomes pregnant in the future, she may have to comfort herself-just leave a piece of incense for the Qin Chi tribe, and be worthy of the friendship between the two tribes for generations...

When the time comes, if you forgive the child and don't tell his father, you may still feel that you are very affectionate and righteous, and what you did is right...

Fan Qinghe felt something was wrong with him, his eyes flickered, and he wanted to get up and hide.

Ye Jingtang pressed his shoulder and tilted his head to look into those eyes:

"Yes or no?"

"you……"

Fan Qinghe bit his silver teeth, mustered up his momentum and said:

"Why are you so thick-skinned?"

When Ye Jingtang saw that Fan Qinghe didn't answer directly, he stopped asking questions. He looked at the panicked eyes in front of him and slowly moved closer...

! !

Fan Qinghe's neck shrank slightly. Seeing his face getting closer and closer, shame and anger emerged in his eyes. He took out a silver needle from the leather armor on the back of his waist, pretending to stab the night terror hall:

"You... if you keep doing this, I will... just... ugh~"

After hesitating and not making a move, the result was that the lips met.

The room became quiet except for two ragged breathing sounds.

Ye Jingtang slowly leaned forward and kissed her red lips smoothly. She didn't meet any substantial resistance. There was a smile in her eyes. She raised her hand to hook her lower back and tilted her head to open her teeth.

"Woo..."

Fan Qinghe's face turned red, and he held the silver needle in his hand, trying to prick it or not, but it did not have any deterrent effect. He opened his red lips slightly and tried to push away to talk, but instead let Ye Jingtang in.

? !

Fan Qinghe didn't experience this last time. He wanted to bite Ye Jingtang, but he didn't dare to bite him. He twisted slightly twice but didn't move away. His body reacted better.

An indescribable feeling flooded into his heart, and Fan Qinghe felt dizzy. The hand that was originally pushing his shoulder lost strength for some reason.

Zizzi~

After a while, there seemed to be an extra hand on the skirt, and he was about to unbutton it...

? !

Fan Qinghe woke up for a while, and in a panic, he inserted the silver needle in his hand into the acupuncture point on his neck.

Ye Jingtang was originally helping Miss Fan relax her body, but as soon as the injection came down, she lost all her strength and fell forward.

Thump~

Fan Qinghe was pinned down on the quilt by the dead man. He quickly raised his hands to prop up Ye Jingtang, turned it over and pressed it on the pillow. Then he quickly stood up and hugged the skirt of his clothes, his face flushed as red as blood:

"Night Terror Hall! You...how could you do this? It's a shame that I trust you so much..."

Ye Jingtang kept talking for three minutes, and he was put down only now. Don't believe these words of shame and anger, but he didn't say anything, he just lay on the pillow, looking ashamed:

"I was impulsive and couldn't help myself at the moment. I won't do it again. Please help me pull out the needle first. I promise not to move..."

Fan Qinghe didn't believe it at all, Ye Jingtang dared to be so direct. If she continued to be stupid and let it go, half an hour later, she would probably have to hold the quilt to wipe her tears, maybe even be coaxed, and then put the new clothes she bought All put on...

Fan Qinghe was confused, ashamed and anxious. He didn't know what to do about the night terror, so he gritted his teeth and said:

"You just lie down and recuperate. If you dare to make a wrong idea again, it won't be as simple as stopping you next time. I...I will go out to look for the wind and shout for a drink of water."

Say it, Fan Qinghe closed the curtain and ran out of the door quickly.

Tap tap tap...

Ye Jingtang was lying on the pillow, seemingly weak and paralyzed, but when the footsteps came out, he raised his hand and pulled out the silver needle that sealed the Qi veins from his neck, shaking his head secretly and sighing...

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I can't get into the mood. It's too uncomfortable to hold back and write. Let's do less today.