Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

When Du Qingtong came back, he saw Song Yanqing lying on the bed covered in blood and panting heavily.

The subordinates behind him immediately lowered their heads, hurriedly sent the bathtub in, and walked out quietly.

"Hurry up and invite Mr. Zuo to come here." Du Qingtong grabbed one person, took out the jade pendant from his arms and handed it over, and said in a low voice, "Let him take Xiaotao with him, and say that someone here is injured."

The subordinates nodded in response, and before going downstairs, they called the bustard to seal the third floor.

A boy hugged a handsome young lady and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm here today just for you, Mr. Yan from Nanfeng Hall, why don't you let me see you?"

"Young Master Yan has a guest today." The old bustard said with a smile.

Brother Gongzi just wanted to ask who the guest was, so he walked down the stairs with a few strong guards.They are dressed in extraordinary clothes, and they seem to be people from the quack who were raised by some dignitaries.

Brother Gongzi's father was just a petty official, and he couldn't make a fuss in the capital.The old bustard called another beautiful young lady with a wink, and the young master stopped making noises to see the young master, but just muttered something pretending to be noble.

Just as Zuo Xingyun rushed over with Xiaotao, he passed by the old bustard, and when he heard what the young master said, his face instantly turned ugly.

He clenched the saber at his waist, Xiaotao grabbed him and said in a low voice, "Yanqing's business is important, don't cause trouble."

Zuo Xingyun snorted, led Xiao Tao who was disguised as a man, and walked upstairs quickly.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of blood came to the face.

Zuo Xingyun's heart tightened, he stepped forward a few steps, grabbed Song Yanqing's hand and asked, "How did you do it?"

"Go out and let the wind go." Song Yanqing was cut with a long wound on his back. He lay on the bed, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know where a man in red appeared. The one who broke up will fight me. He used the royal knife, probably those palace spies you provoked tonight."

Zuo Xingyun obviously didn't expect this to happen, he pushed Xiaotao forward with some embarrassment and said, "Show my brother how he is doing."

Xiaotao was invited by Miss Hong from the Fairy Valley of Medicine, and she is also the only doctor in the League of Assassins.

She checked her pulse for a while, and said casually, "I suffered some internal injuries, but it's not serious."

As she spoke, she took out a pill and stuffed it into Song Yanqing's mouth, regardless of whether such a big thing would choke him to death.

Seeing that Song Yanqing was still hesitating, she smacked her lips impatiently, raised her hand to pinch Song Yanqing's cheek, and threatened through gnashing of teeth: "We took off our clothes, so he called you over to treat your illness. You'd better hurry up, otherwise I let you never get sick again."

Song Yanqing was a little confused, Zuo Xingyun knew Xiaotao's violent temper too well.He gestured to wipe his neck, and Song Yanqing got nervous, and swallowed the medicine before Xiaotao could speak again.

After leaving a bottle of hemostatic powder, Xiaotao dragged Zuo Xingyun to the next room to do some work.

Du Qingtong was left behind to apply medicine to Song Yanqing. He held the bottle, looked at Song Yanqing and at the hot water he had just boiled, and said in confusion, "Master Song, should you take a bath first, or apply the medicine first."

"Apply the medicine." Song Yanqing said weakly, "Go take a bath after applying the medicine for me, don't waste the hot water."

Du Qingtong fiddled with the medicine and quickly tied the cloth strips, Le Diandian ran to take a bath.

Regardless of Song Yanqing, let him lie alone on the blood-stained bed as a patient.

'There's no warmth in this world, bah, plastic bromance. ' Song Yanqing muttered in her mind, and waited for a while, but no one answered.

He couldn't help but sighed again, the system had accompanied him for hundreds of years, and he was used to its companionship wherever he went.

After Du Qingtong finished feeling refreshed, he carried the bucket and ran away. Fortunately, Zuo Xingyun was still thinking about Song Yanqing.

At dawn, he just ran out of Xiaotao's arms.

Dian Dian came over to help Song Yanqing, and gave him a simple treatment.

"Xiao Tao is really bold." Song Yanqing recalled the voice from the next door just now, and teased: "When will I get married, I still want to drink my brother's wedding wine."

"Oh my lord, she forced me. I'm an innocent man from a good family." Zuo Xingyun pretended to be sad, wiped away tears that didn't exist and said, "I lost my virginity to her again today, alas, my clean..."

Before he finished speaking, a woman in a white coat kicked open the door and dragged him out.

After closing the door, Song Yanqing could still hear Xiaotao's teasing voice, "You still have the energy to run around, it seems that I let you too much today. I'll make you a pot of tonic wine tomorrow, I see how much energy you have to get out of bed .”

Zuo Xingyun had long since lost his grievances in front of Song Yanqing, he smiled and said, "Then let my husband see your abilities."

Song Yanqing was lying on the bed with her chin resting on her pillow, her face expressionless, envious of the pan-acid water gushing in her heart.

'I also want to play with people in bed. ' he said in his head.

The system is no longer available, and no one answers.

Song Yanqing sighed, pulled the quilt back and fell into a deep sleep.

...

The original owner was a busy man before, he was on the way of collecting information and killing people every day.

But after entering the Nanfeng Pavilion and becoming the top card, Song Yanqing has nothing to do every day.

He only needs to be responsible for dressing himself up beautifully, walking upstairs a few times, and raising his hand to seduce/lead the guests downstairs.

This kind of life of eating and waiting to die is okay for a few days, but after a long time, Song Yanqing is almost driven crazy by this small Nanfeng Pavilion.

The secret agents of the palace have been searching the surrounding area recently, Zuo Xingyun dare not let him out.

There are many people who want to see him, but not many people can enter his room, and they are all from his own family.

After they came in, they honestly reported the information to him one by one. Zuo Xingyun and Du Qingtong went out to do errands. For a while, Song Yanqing didn't even have anyone to talk to.

After half a month of this boring life, Song Yanqing's injuries gradually healed, but the internal injuries would not fully heal for a while.It doesn't affect her normally, but when she uses force, she will feel a slight tingling pain in her chest.

Today Song Yanqing stood on the third floor as usual, leaning on the railing and winking at the guests below.

Tell them with your actions that you are such a casual person, think about it and come quickly.

Originally, Song Yanqing wanted to be more reserved and be a flower of Gaoling.But Zuo Xingyun told him that the prince likes the coquettish and cheap ones.

Pulling the collar, revealing the lower collarbone, making the eyes of the people below glow green.Even if Song Yanqing had finished teasing today, he pulled up his clothes, turned around and was ready to go back to the house for a drink.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure, who was wearing a plain long gown, and looked like a middle-aged scholar.

Dayang Chongwen has a selection system similar to the imperial examination, and this time coincides with the big exam.

Song Yanqing often saw scholars who looked like scholars reciting poems in nearby teahouses through the window.

In the capital, scholars are very common.

However, the scholars who entered the Nanfeng Hall were rare, especially poor scholars who were plainly dressed and could even be said to be shabby.

The scholar looked to be in his 30s, with a small mustache.At this time, he was standing nervously in the corner, holding the package in his arms, and looked at the young master in front of him helplessly.

That son, Song Yanqing, has met several times, he is the second young master of a wealthy businessman.

He was yelling at the blind scholar, the original owner was good at martial arts, Song Yanqing knew the cause and effect after listening for a while.

The scholar traveled for a long time, his body was covered with dust, and he accidentally stained the young man's clothes.

The capital is at the feet of the emperor, and it is also the place where there is the least king/law.

The surrounding guests were all watching the excitement, the young master became more and more angry, and raised his hand to call for the guards behind him to beat the scholar.

Song Yanqing looked at it with her chin propped up, reckoning in her heart that if no one stopped him, the scholar would be beaten to death today.

Looking at the age in their 30s, most of the families have parents and wives and children.

He sighed, and finally raised his hand and said, "Young Master Zhao."

Upon hearing Song Yanqing's voice, the young master below looked up.

I saw a man in light/thin red clothes with long hair slightly tied leaning against the railing.

Even with a distance of three floors, the man's face was not clearly visible.But just looking at his figure was enough to make the Young Master tempted, he immediately let go of the scholar in front of him, turned to Song Yanqing with a smile and said, "Young Master Yan, today is..."

Song Yanqing didn't speak, just hooked his hands at him.

Mr. Zhao looked at it, and ran up the stairs, regardless of the poor scholar in front of him.

Song Yanqing gave the scholar a wink, which meant to tell him to leave quickly.

But when Mr. Zhao ran to the third floor wheezing, the scholar was still standing there blankly.

Holding the package in his arms, he looked up at him, not knowing what he was thinking.

There were many dignitaries who came to Nanfeng Pavilion, Song Yanqing was worried that he would enter the tiger's mouth again, so she asked the bustard to drive him out.

Mr. Zhao excitedly moved to Song Yanqing's side, and just as he raised his hand to hug him, Song Yanqing avoided him without a trace.

He beckoned, bringing a scent of mist.The long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the long eyelashes were like small hooks, hooking Mr. Zhao's soul in the blink of an eye.

He walked over with a smirk, followed behind Song Yanqing in a daze and said, "Young Master Yan is indeed a beauty, he looks beautiful and smells delicious."

Song Yanqing hooked the corners of her lips, closed the door, raised Mr. Zhao's chin and whispered bewitchingly, "I have heard for a long time that the second son of the Zhao family is good at the piano. I have caught a cold recently and am not feeling well. Those things may not be possible... How about if we come to the qinxiao ensemble."

If Mr. Zhao was clear-headed, he would never agree.

Seeing that there was still hesitation on his face, Song Yanqing shook her sleeves again.The fragrance that Xiaotao gave him got into Mr. Zhao's nose again, Mr. Zhao blushed and said with a confused smile, "Okay."

Having seen the guests look like wolves and tigers, Zuo Xingyun always worried that when he was not around, his brothers would suffer in Nanfeng Pavilion.

He just begged Xiaotao to get Song Yanqing a bunch of messy medicinal powders for body protection, and Song Yanqing is using one of them now.

Some hallucinogenic abilities, the effect looks good.

Song Yanqing coaxed Mr. Zhao to play the piano, and closed the window to prevent the air from affecting the potency of the medicine.

He just took out a jade flute, ready to make up with Mr. Zhao.

Hearing a strange noise coming from outside the window, Song Yanqing secretly clenched the jade flute, worried that the matter of Mixiang would be exposed, so he quickly lit a reminder/love incense for Nanfeng Hall's own use.

Not long after the reminder/love incense was lit, the window suddenly opened.

A tattered package was thrown in through the window, followed by a person climbing up awkwardly.

As soon as he saw Mr. Zhao sitting by the window, he quickly picked up the package and threw it at Mr. Zhao's head.

With a bang, Song Yanqing felt pain when he heard it.

Someone knocked Mr. Zhao unconscious, wiped the sweat from his forehead, panted and said to Song Yanqing, "Yan... Mr. Yan, don't be afraid."

Song Yanqing looked at the tired scholar in front of him, and couldn't help laughing.

He leaned against the table and said with a smile: "I'm not an innocent person, I have nothing to be afraid of, but you, what are you doing here?"

The scholar looked at Song Yanqing, then at Mr. Zhao on the ground, slapped his head and said, "Xiaosheng made a mistake. Xiaosheng originally thought that Mr. Zhao asked him to go upstairs to help me out."

Song Yanqing looked at him while drinking, raised her eyebrows and teased, "You were right, I saved you, but you knocked out my guest..."

He didn't continue talking, the scholar's face was already flushed.

He opened the package and took out the inside, took out a small piece of broken silver, and said in embarrassment: "These are the only things I have left for my life."

Song Yanqing has no concept of money, but he knows that he is definitely worth more than this.

He shook his head and said, "Do you think these are enough?"

The scholar pondered for a long time with a bitter face, then carefully took out a piece of jade pendant from his pocket, handed it to Song Yanqing and said, "This was passed down by Xiaosheng's ancestor, and said to be a gift from a nobleman. Xiaosheng doesn't have much money on him, Mr. Yan waits for Xiaosheng to buy it Day, Yupei will be pledged with you."

Song Yanqing was just teasing him, she didn't expect this scholar to be so serious.

He made the atmosphere so serious that Song Yanqing was too embarrassed to flirt.

He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I don't want your jade pendant either."

Before he finished speaking, the scholar put the jade pendant on the table.

Picking up the package and stepping out of the window with one leg, ready to go downstairs, Song Yanqing was flustered by the trembling look. He folded his arms and looked at him helplessly and said, "You are on the third floor. If you go down like this, you will fall easily." become disabled, or... tsk tsk tsk."

"Young master, don't worry, Xiaosheng can do some martial arts." The scholar gestured his arm, indicating that he has muscles.

Before he could say anything, his foot slipped and he fell down with a bang.

Song Yanqing's internal injury is still not healed, so she didn't react for a while.

He hurried to the window, wanting to see if the scholar was still alive.

Then I saw the scholar lay on the ground and yelled a few times, then got up tremblingly, waved to him, and left with the package.

He looks like he has healthy limbs and is alive and kicking.

Song Yanqing didn't know whether the scholar knew martial arts, but he was really resistant to falling.

At this time, people went to bed very early, and the only places where the lights were still on at night were Nanfeng Pavilion and Qing/lou.

Leaving the debauched street, the scholar walked slowly into an alley and into an unremarkable private house.

A few men dressed as ordinary people immediately came up to him, and shouted respectfully: "See you, my lord."

"Get up." Xu Sijiang took off the beard on his chin, took a sip of tea and said, "Will the people in the dungeon speak up?"

The subordinates looked at each other, and the last person hesitated and said: "Go back to the prince, he bit his tongue and killed himself this morning."

"It's a trained Deadpool after all." Xu Sijiang was not angry, he knocked on the table and said softly: "Forget it, as long as you know the route of Nanfeng Pavilion, you go to investigate Mr. Yan, and hand it over to the king in three days , don’t fail again.”

"Yes."

After his subordinates left, Xu Sijiang sat alone in the study and had a drink.

The door opened slightly, and a small figure came in.

"Kang'er, why haven't you slept yet?" Xu Sijiang glanced at him, frowned and said, "Why don't you dress properly, it's windy at night, don't get caught in the cold."

Xu Kang and Xu Sijiang were close, he yawned, ran over and moved his nose and said, "Father, you smell so good."

Xu Sijiang sniffed the sleeve, and there was a scent of aphrodisiac/love.

He said casually: "I had some fun, Kang'er has something to do with finding a father."

"When will Kang'er go out, and how long will he stay in this mansion?" Xu Kang asked.

Xu Sijiang patted his head and said with a smile: "Hey, go to sleep. Don't make troubles these days. If you ruin your father's business, be careful to slap you to death."

Xu Kang shivered, he groaned, and reluctantly left.

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