My wife is the sect leader

"By the way, I heard that the peerless swordsman was really caught?" Zhou Xianming looked around and asked in a low voice.

Han Wenxin said angrily: "That's natural, Xue Chen, the floating blood sword, a master of the first rank, do you know what the first rank is?"

"Really...really or not?"

Zhou Xianming swallowed, feeling a little terrified for no reason. Recently, the man in black seldom came looking for him. He seemed to have disappeared. Could that man be the Floating Blood Sword Xue Chen?

If it was true, would he be involved in this big case?

The more Zhou Xianming thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his face became more and more ugly, and even his body trembled a little.

"Mr. Zhou, what are you happy about?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Why am I happy?" Zhou Xianming retorted subconsciously.

"Brother An?" Han Wenxin couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw the visitor.

The person who came was none other than An Jing who was rushing home.

An Jing glanced at the pale Zhou Xianming, and said curiously: "I see you two are talking, Mr. Zhou is trembling with excitement, what are you talking about?"

"No, just talk about Xue Chen."

Han Wenxin waved his hand, walked to An Jing's side with a smile, put his arm around his shoulder and said, "Nothing to do today, let's have some wine?"

"Okay, go eat and drink."

Zhou Xianming nodded after listening.

Although Han Wenxin is just a small headhunter, he still has some sense of security.

"You guys go, I'm going home."

An Jing refused.

The sky was dark, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. He just came out to ask a doctor and didn't say anything about drinking.

"Brother An, you have changed."

Han Wenxin sighed.

"Yes, you have changed."

Zhou Xianming also nodded repeatedly.

"What have I changed?" An Jing frowned.

"When I talked about drinking before, you never hesitated." Han Wenxin shook his head and said with emotion: "It's different now, and you can't say it."

Zhou Xianming also added fuel to the side and said: "Yes, back then we went to the bar and listened to the music together, how romantic, how..."

"Stop, tell me where you're going."

An Jing quickly stopped Zhou Xianming's words.

Zhou Xianming is not a real scholar, he has something to say, and seems to be planning to threaten him.

"Let's go! Wuyang Restaurant!"

"Don't get drunk, don't go home!"

.........

In Wuyang Restaurant.

The moonlight is like water, rushing for thousands of miles, and the night wind howls past, carrying a little bit of chill.

The three of them sat at the wine table, pushing and changing glasses.

An Jing looked at the slightly drunk Zhou Xianming, thought of something and asked, "Mr. Zhou, Qiu Wei is coming soon, are you about to take the scientific examination?"

Zhou Xianming waved his hand and said confidently: "Don't worry, it's just Qiu Wei. I will definitely return in triumph this time. After all, Miss Li Yue is still waiting for me."

When Han Wenxin heard this, he paused with his chopsticks, "Mr. Zhou, is that Liyue you are talking about?"

Liyue is quite famous in Yuzhou City, Han Wenxin is a veteran, so naturally he knows it very well.

Zhou Xianming raised his wine glass and took a drink, then said with a smirk, "Yes, she will redeem her body when I return from high school as a Jinshi."

"Don't think about it, it is extremely difficult for the oiran to redeem himself."

Han Wenxin waved his hand, "Besides, it's just a brothel girl. When you're in high school, wouldn't it be good to marry an innocent girl?"

An Jing nodded again and again, agreeing with Han Wenxin's words, and sighed: "A pair of jade arms is a pillow for thousands of people, and a little bit of red lips is tasted by thousands of people. Mr. Zhou, you have to think about it first."

"I don't allow you to slander Miss Liyue!"

When Zhou Xianming heard this, he immediately said angrily.

"I didn't slander you?" Han Wenxin was stunned, and then said earnestly: "I'm telling the truth, don't let her play with your feelings, they receive countless men every day, and they can't grasp people's hearts at all. It's not something you, a young scholar, can compare to, I advise you not to get caught up in it, and you will be the one who will suffer at that time."

As he spoke, Han Wenxin picked up a piece of meat and chewed it in his mouth.

An Jing poured wine for the two of them, and said, "Yes, I think Brother Han is right. Don't be obsessed with it, Mr. Zhou. Besides, I don't think Li Yue treats you as you think."

He found that Zhou Xianming has gradually developed from a dog licker to a wolf warrior recently.

Zhou Xianming's face was sombre, obviously he didn't listen to what the two said.

"Mr. Zhou, listen to me, the water in her is very deep, you can't handle this oiran."

Han Wenxin put down his chopsticks and said triumphantly, "If you give her to me, you might still have a chance."

Chapter 55

"Snapped!"

When Zhou Xianming heard this, he couldn't bear it any longer, and looked at Han Wenxin aggressively: "You fart! Miss Liyue is blind, do you like a vulgar martial artist like you?"

An Jing was also taken aback by Zhou Xianming's aura, and the chopsticks in his hands were all eaten up.

However, Han Wenxin frowned, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his thick arms, saying: "What's wrong with Wufu, I have a single lineage in my family, and three generations of headhunters, do you look down on Wufu?"

Han Wenxin is half a head taller than Zhou Xianming, coupled with his burly figure and sharp eyes, he can't gain the upper hand against the masters of the rivers and lakes, but he is naturally no problem against the little scholar.

"No....it's fine."

Seeing this, Zhou Xianming froze and raised his wine glass to An Jing and said, "Dr. Xiao An, drink and drink."

An Jing picked up the wine glass and touched it, said: "Mr. Zhou, in fact, Brother Han is right in something, maybe Li Yue is just playing with your feelings."

"Doctor Xiao An, what you said is wrong."

Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin, and argued with reason: "Why didn't he play with your feelings, and Han Butou's feelings, but with my feelings? She must have some good feelings for me."

An Jing: "......"

Han Wenxin said mockingly: "Brother An, don't try to persuade him. When the truth comes out, when he has nothing, he will understand the cruelty of the truth."

Mr. Zhou also flicked his sleeves and said, "When Miss Liyue and I are happy, catch Han Baotou and remember to be more polite."

Han Wenxin sneered, "If you want to get married, it's me first."

"you?"

An Jing asked strangely: "Could it be that Brother Han already has someone he likes?"

Han Butou was a little older than An Jing, and his father had been arranging marriages for him, but in the end they all ended up without a problem. Could it be that Han Wenxin just got the hang of it?

Han Wenxin rubbed his hands, and said with a dry smile, "Actually, Brother An, I have an unfeeling request, and I don't know whether to say it or not."

Zhou Xianming raised his wine glass and stopped in mid-air, staring at the scene in front of him in astonishment.

Could it be that Han Wenxin Longyang is so good, he likes to meet men, and men add men...  

"Don't, don't talk about it." An Jing was also surprised, and quickly said: "My wife won't be willing."

"What are you thinking."

Han Wenxin said angrily: "I want to talk about Tan Yun."

"Tan Yun!?"

An Jing frowned.

Han Wenxin nodded, and said eagerly: "You are my half-brother, you must help me."

Although Tan Yun is not as stunning as Zhao Qingmei, she is still a rare beauty with a curvaceous figure, plump figure, lively and lovely personality, and it would be nice if she could marry her back home.

"Bah, you despicable head catcher!"

Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin and cursed secretly in his heart, no, I can't make Han Wenxin happy.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xianming began to secretly add up in his heart.

An Jing paused, and said: "It's not that she can't do it. The key is that I can't make the decision. First of all, she needs to be willing..."

If Tan Yun wanted to, An Jing and Zhao Qingmei could discuss it.

Han Wenxin quickly said: "She is definitely willing. Every time I go, she takes the initiative to greet me. You forgot the last time I went to the pharmacy to get medicine. She insisted on giving it to me and eating at your house. She Pour me a drink, and..."

In the end, Han Wenxin thinks that Tan Yun secretly loves him because of this.

Seeing Han Wenxin chattering, An Jing was stunned for a moment, but in fact he really wanted to say that she personally administered the poison.

"Han Butou, you seem to have drunk too much wine, come and eat more food."

"You fart, I won't get drunk after a thousand cups, Yuzhou Black Xuanfeng, this little wine is just for me to rinse my mouth."

"Didn't you say you were Yuzhou Diamond?"

"Isn't that all the same? It's me anyway."

"When I come back from Qiu Wei, I invite you to go to Yutian Pavilion to have a good drink."

"Mr. Zhou, don't forget what you said once, you have to be a cow and a horse for me."

........

As the night darkened, the entire city of Yuzhou seemed to have fallen into silence.

Seeing the dim lights in Jishi Hall, An Jing's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Madam hasn't slept yet?

However, he was not flustered in his heart, because he had discussed with Han Wenxin a long time ago, and suddenly there was an emergency in the prison of Yuzhou City, and he needed to be treated by himself, so he wasted a little time.

An Jing sniffed his nose and found that there was no smell of alcohol on his body, so he was relieved.

"Squeak!"

The side door was gently pushed open.

"Husband, why did you come back so late?" A voice like a silver bell sounded.

Zhao Qingmei was sitting in front of the hall, holding tea in one hand, took a sip, and looked at An Jing with a smile.

An Jing shuddered, and then touched the sweat on his forehead, "That kid Han Wenxin stopped me halfway, saying that several people had suffered an emergency, and I would naturally not stand idly by for such a life-threatening matter. "

"By the way madam, it's so late, why are you still up?" Speaking of this, An Jing rubbed his hands subconsciously.

Zhao Qingmei put down her teacup and said softly, "How can I sleep if you haven't come back?"

When Tan Yun, who was hiding in the backyard, heard this, Qiong frowned slightly, and said: "Smelly uncle, I went out for a drink this time and said I went to see a doctor, and I haven't brought back pastries... I really want to expose the truth." Your shameless face."

Renzong's spies disappeared with An Jing, but in the end they found the whereabouts of An Jing and the other three at the Wuyang Restaurant, so they naturally reported the news intact.

An Jing said with some guilt in his heart: "Madam, it's really hard work."

Going out to drink by herself, I didn't expect Qingmei to care about her so much. If he knew that her cultivation was related to people in the world, he would be worried every day, and Qingmei must not let Qingmei know about it.

Zhao Qingmei picked up a small cup on the table and said, "Husband, come and drink the medicine."

drink medicine! ?

An Jing was stunned for a moment, "Ma'am, is this a mistake......"

The cup was pitch black, and there was still a faint medicinal fragrance in the air.

Zhao Qingmei actually boiled medicine for him. Does he need medicine for such a mighty body?

Zhao Qingmei raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "That's right, this is the hangover medicine I cooked."

"Wake up... hangover medicine."

An Jing was taken aback when he heard that, then laughed dryly, took the sober medicine and drank it in one gulp, muttering in his heart, how did Zhao Qingmei know that she was going to drink?