The lady is stunning, she hides her secrets

Zhong Ling led Ban Qing to practice the last three moves of the Fang family's marksmanship for half a month.

Although practicing the gun was very difficult, Ban Qing didn't find it unbearable.

Because Zhong Ling was with him all the time, even just seeing the beauty by his side gave him a sense of satisfaction.

During this period of time, Ban Qing's change of heart towards Fang Wu was also very complicated.

He has spent many years worshiping Mr. Fang Wu, just like Zhong Ling grew up listening to his father's stories, and Ban Qing grew up listening to the stories of General Fang Tu and Mr. Fang Wu. , Master respected Fang Wu the most.

The court said that Fang Wu was dead, and Ban Qing was very unwilling to accept such an ending.

But he is looking forward to a miracle, Fang Wu can come back safely, on the one hand, he is quite entangled, afraid that if he really comes back, what should the wife do if she runs away with him?

Although Ban Qing can also feel... Zhong Ling likes herself even more than before.

In the process of concentrating on learning martial arts for half a month, Zhong Ling didn't deliberately get close to him in order to let him concentrate.But when he learned it and Zhong Ling said that he could be a teacher, Zhong Ling had such a warm expression on his face that he took the initiative to hug Ban Qing.

But Ban Qing still wanted to kiss.

He behaved so poorly last time that his wife dared not kiss him now, and it seems that he hasn't come out of the shadow of last time.

Not so good.

They are now back in Heather Village.

Lao Ji already knew about Ban Qing taking Zhong Ling to the valley, so he almost didn't fight Ban Qing.But after Ban Qing told him the beginning and end of the incident, and showed Master Ji the three newly learned tricks, Master Ji's attitude changed a lot.

Old Ji, who was the most suspicious, also accepted the first foreign member in the village.

Life went on as usual, but when Zhong Ling taught him the marksmanship, Ban Qing clearly felt that Zhong Ling was thinking about other things.

On this day, Zhong Ling was in the courtyard of Xishan and did not come down.

That Ban Qing led his army of dogs and birds, went up to look for him.

Zhong Ling is in the courtyard of Xishan, looking through the letters brought back to him from the other side of the river.

Before Zhang Wo Nang died, Zhong Ling pried out the name "Ghost Shadow" from his mouth, which caught his attention.

This ghost is Zhong Ling's father-killer and enemy, but the two brothers of the Fang family have never heard of it, which is very strange.

Fang Wu still has no news.

After many years, the name of "Ghost Shadow" surfaced again. Zhong Ling wondered if his brother's death might be related to this person?

When Ban Qing pushed the yard away, Zhong Ling was sitting among a pile of letters.

When Spicy Chicken saw Zhong Ling, he happily wagged his tail and jumped up.

Ban Qing didn't catch it, fearing that the spicy chicken would damage Zhong Ling's letter, he hurriedly called it back.

Spicy Chicken ignored him.

Zhong Ling raised his eyes and said to the spicy chicken: "Stop."

The spicy chicken didn't dare to move a step in an instant.

Ban Qing said angrily: "Who is your master? Who gives you food every day?"

Spicy Chicken carefully tiptoed its paws, bypassed Zhong Ling's pile of letters on the ground, and moved to Zhong Ling's side, rubbing his hand with its dog's head.

In fact, most of the time, Zhong Ling shoulders the heavy responsibility of taking care of all the living and panting under the eaves of Ban Qing. In this matter, it is obvious that Spicy Chicken understands better than Ban Qing.

The little sparrow on the spicy chicken's head slid to Zhong Ling's knee and jumped up with a chirp.

This little sparrow caught Zhong Ling's attention.

This is the sparrow left to him by not fat.

If Zhong Ling hadn't rescued him, the little sparrow would have died a long time ago, so this little sparrow is quite attached to Zhong Ling, but it has a bit of spirituality.

Zhong listened to the confidential information all over the place, and this time he did not avoid Ban Qing.

Ban Qing picked it up and looked at it: "What are these?"

"They are all confidential documents in the dark compartment of Prime Minister Feng's study."

Ban Qing was taken aback: "You have all of these?"

"I'm looking for the ghost that Zhang Wow said, but none of these letters seem to mention this name."

Zhong Ling took out one of the letterheads: "There is some information on it, which caught my attention. When Feng Zei was the prime minister, he once mentioned to Zhang Wulong that there were two kinds of medicinal materials that he could not find in the emperor. Let Zhang The wimp also helps to look for it elsewhere."

"Is there anything special about this?"

Zhong Ling replied: "These two kinds of medicinal materials are not uncommon. Logically speaking, even ordinary people can afford and buy them. Why does Feng Zei say that he can't buy this kind of medicine?"

Ban Qing thought for a while: "It makes sense. Zhong Ling, you are really careful."

"These two medicines are medicines that people in the Jianghu would use, and what Feng Zei revealed between the lines is that he needs these medicines in large quantities for a long time, which is very interesting."

"Tie Feng doesn't know martial arts, and Zhang Wunang, as a general, is so poor in martial arts that he can't use these two medicines at all. Then why do they need to find this kind of medicine?"

Ban Qing also thought it made sense: "Then what are these two medicines? What are they used for?"

"One is nine-leaf sandalwood, and the other is Lingshi incense. But I'm not very clear about their specific pharmacology and medicinal uses."

Ban Qing volunteered: "Let me ask the old master!"

"Does Mr. Ji understand medical skills?" Zhong Ling was a little skeptical.

Ban Qing smiled: "In the past two or three years, he has read a lot of medical books. Some minor illnesses in the village, sometimes he can cure them without going down the mountain to find a doctor."

Zhong Ling has nothing to do: "Then wait for him to finish class and ask him to try."

When the matter was about the same, Zhong Ling got up and picked up the letters all over the place.

Ban Qing also helped, and the two of them sorted it out quickly.

Zhong Ling went to make a cup of tea for Ban Qing. Ban Qing happened to be thirsty and drank it all.

And Zhong Ling, who was sitting opposite him, drank slowly.

Ban Qing looked at the beautiful woman opposite him through the mist of hot tea, and suddenly asked: "Zhong Ling, what are you thinking?"

Zhong Ling put down the teacup and said in a low voice: "I'm thinking about the future. Ban Qing, have you thought about the future?"

after?

Ban Qing thought about it for a while: "My future... is you and me on Mount Shinan, and live like this. If the barbarians call, I will abide by Master's legacy, and we will fight them back together. "

Zhong Ling smiled slightly: "I also think this is very good."

Ban Qing was happy: "We will be together, let's live like this for the rest of our lives."

Zhong Ling's expression moved slightly.

It's not that he doesn't want to live in seclusion on the Shinan Mountain for a lifetime like Ban Qing described.

Calm and happy.That is the real happiness that can be touched by reaching out your hand.

But he was just like that.

Until Ban Qing asked him: "Zhong Ling, what are you hesitating about? Don't you want to?"

Zhong Ling closed her eyes and sighed heavily: "...Yes, why am I not willing?"

He had an agreement with Fang Wu.

If Fang Wu dies, Zhong Ling will give up everything, hide his identity and return to the life of ordinary people.This is what Fang Wu hoped, and Fang Wu will not blame him if we meet in the underground after a hundred years.

It has been two months since Fang Wu disappeared without any reason.

He went to see Piao'er, and Piao'er has recovered from the tears. She began to take care of Zhong Ling's inn and several shops, and even turned several loss-making shops into profits in one fell swoop, allowing Zhong Ling to start making money. up.

It's not good to have money and always sit and eat. Now that you have a stable income, even Piao'er concentrates on managing his life in Jiangbei.

Everyone is moving forward.

Zhong Ling didn't know...whether she should let it go.

Ban Qing seemed to think of something, and the look on his face was a bit lonely.

It took him a long time before he said: "Zhong Ling, I hope you can stay. You have to promise me that no matter what you want to do in the future, you will discuss it with me."

Zhong Ling stared fixedly at Ban Qing for a while, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Well, I promise you."

The two of them didn't do anything, they just stayed in the house like this, talking to each other one after another, and the time passed by in the evening in Shinan Village.

The kitchen moved to Xishan, and Zhong Ling went to cook for Ban Qing.

Some ingredients are missing, so Ban Qing has to go down the mountain to make a bottle of soy sauce for Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling made the rice almost ready, and there was only one dish left to stew in the pot. When the soy sauce came back and adjusted the seasoning, it would be ready to serve.

He took off his apron and saw the little sparrow on the chicken's head.

A bird and a dog are drooling over the food he cooked.

Zhong Ling shook his head and smiled, "You can't do this."

Two months have passed, and the wound on the sparrow's wing has already healed.However, it fell in love with such a delicious and lazy life, and willingly changed from a wild sparrow to a domestic sparrow, eating and drinking spicy food with spicy chicken.

Zhong Ling put the sparrow in his hand and walked to the backyard.

But the sparrow was in his hands, and it weighed a lot more than two months ago. At this time, Zhong Ling was holding it, and he was not afraid at all.

The mountain wind blew, and Zhong Ling said to it: "Little thing, you belong to this mountain forest, and your brothers and sisters are only outside, so you shouldn't stay here."

The backyard door was pushed open from behind.

Zhong Ting recognized that the footsteps were Ban Qing, so he didn't look back.

Ban Qing quickly dropped the soy sauce: "I couldn't find you when I came back, I was really shocked! Why are you in the backyard again?"

Zhong Ling smiled: "I won't jump off the cliff again, what are you afraid of?"

Ban Qing was obviously afraid.

He walked up to Zhong Ling, stood next to him, looked at the sparrow on his palm, and asked, "Zhong Ling, what are you going to do?"

Zhong Ling said: "It's time to go back. Little sparrow, fly, the world is so big outside, why bother to stay under this eaves?"

Zhong Ling let go, and the little sparrow spread its wings to cushion, and landed at Zhong Ling's feet again.

"Can't you even fly?" Zhong Ling sighed, "Let's do it again, it's time for you to go home."

This time he hugged the little sparrow and walked to the edge of the cliff before letting go again.

The little sparrow fell quickly, and only then did it remember how to fly. It spread its wings and flapped vigorously, gliding to the mountain below the cliff.

The small figure flew into the forest below the mountain.

Zhong Ling watched it leave until he could no longer see it.

When Zhong Ling turned around, she said helplessly, "Ban Qing... don't worry, I won't jump off a cliff, you don't have to hug my waist so tightly."

Ban Qing dragged Zhong Ling back, and didn't even let him stay in the backyard, and dragged him all the way back to the house, so he felt relieved.

After entering the room, Ban Qing staggered, tripped on the ground with his heel, and threw Zhong Ling to the ground.

Zhong Ling adjusted the angle, and the two of them fell on the bed together, finally it didn't hurt anyone.

Zhong Ling's hair was scattered all over the bed, Ban Qing glanced at it, but couldn't move his eyes.

Zhong Ling patted his arm, and his face was a little red: "What have you been thinking about all day? Get up, the fire in my pot is still burning, it's time for us to eat."

Ban Qing didn't get up.

He buried his face heavily in Zhong Ling's chest: "I don't want to let go. Why do I feel...you want to leave?"

Zhong Ling laughed and said, "Leave? Where else can I go without you? Why do you think so?"

Ban Qing's voice was muffled: "The bird you let fly...isn't it you?"

Zhong Ling was stunned.

The author has something to say:

Zhong Ling: It’s good to have a dog, but the real reason why I don’t want to keep a bird… is that it always shits everywhere, more than ten times a day, and I have to clean it up…..

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