Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Song Yanqing never expected that Xu Sijiang would use himself as a shield. Out of absolute trust in Xu Sijiang, he didn't even make any reaction, but just stared blankly at the blade.

Zuo Xingyun, who was squatting on the roof, drew his sword and was about to rush in, but Du Qingtong calmed down instead.

He pressed Zuo Xingyun and said in a low voice, "Lord Zuo, let's see the situation first."

Zuo Xingyun was dragged like this, and was delayed for a moment.

When he looked over again, he saw the mysterious man in red holding Song Yanqing back a step, and the guard's knife brushed Song Yanqing's chest and chopped it down.There was only a muffled groan, and then blood gushed out from Song Yanqing's wound.

The man in red paused, before another knife came down.He threw the person in his hand on the bed like a burden, and greeted him with a knife.

Song Yanqing was lying on the bed, the sound of fighting was heard in her ears, her eyes were darkened, and her consciousness was a little fuzzy.

He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, turned over with difficulty, and vaguely saw a small hole on the roof.

Zuo Xingyun and Du Qingtong were probably watching them there, and Song Yanqing looked at the two groups of people entangled in the room.With his hands hanging by his side, he made a silent gesture.

Zuo Xingyun was already holding back his anger, and it happened that the red girl had sent an order.After seeing Song Yanqing's gesture, he cursed in a low voice.

He waved to his family members who were ambushing outside, broke through the roof and rushed towards the man in red in the middle of the battle group.

The group of people who joined suddenly stunned the two groups of people who were fighting, Zuo Xingyun took out the earring given by the red girl and threw it to the leading guard.Without saying anything, he directly led the crowd towards the man in red.

The leading guard looked at the group of masked men, and then at the earrings. After confirming that they belonged to the princess, he swung a knife to cooperate with Zuo Xingyun and the others.

If he still had the upper hand, the man in red's movements gradually became sluggish. His saber skills were mediocre, but after a few rounds, wounds gradually appeared on his body.

With a cold snort, he slashed at the leading guard, and then raised his hand to beat a masked man flying.

They called from the room to the corridor, and then downstairs.Finally, three mysterious people came to protect the man in red to break through the encirclement.

When they left the room, Song Yanqing got up and ran out staggeringly to find the old bustard.

"Master Song!" The bustard exclaimed softly, "What's wrong with you?"

"There should have been a scholar in my room, but you saw it." Song Yanqing asked in a trembling voice.

"Oh, it's such a mess, I don't have time to pay attention to the scholars." The old bustard said with a wrinkled face, "They fought, and the entire third floor was about to be demolished. How could any guest dare to stay in Nanfeng Hall?"

There was still the faint sound of fighting outside, Song Yanqing covered his chest, panted for a long time and whispered: "The prince is dead, although we didn't kill him, you can find someone to ask Miss Hong, even if the death of the prince has nothing to do with Nanfeng Hall, he died in the We will definitely be involved here too. Just ask her about her next plan, how to arrange the Nanfeng Pavilion."

The old bustard nodded to summon a servant, and Song Yanqing sat down slowly, covering her chest.Many people saw that he was injured, and he couldn't give himself medicine, so as not to be seen by others.

Song Yanqing guessed Xu Sijiang's thoughts to some extent, he pulled and blocked it just to test his identity.

Song Yanqing is now a useless person whose martial arts have been abolished, he shouldn't be able to dodge this knife.

Moreover, Xu Sijiang also suspected that Zuo Xingyun on the roof was related to him. If Zuo Xingyun came down to rescue, Song Yanqing's identity would also be exposed.

On the other hand, he also helped Song Yanqing get rid of the suspicion in a disguised form.

Song Yanqing felt that his body was getting cold, and he lost so much blood that he couldn't help but start thinking wildly.

This is really a good plan, Song Yanqing thought.If Xu Sijiang didn't tug, Song Yanqing would be killed on the spot.I don't know whether this person is cruel or calm.

At this time, the doctor hired by the bustard also arrived, and several servants rushed to help Song Yanqing onto the bed.

I don't know if the wound was too deep, but Song Yanqing only felt that her physical strength was draining rapidly, and there was a strange fragrance at the tip of her nose.I had never smelled this kind of fragrance before, and it was mixed with the medicinal fragrance on the old Langzhong's body.

The elderly Lang Zhong tremblingly applied medicine to Song Yanqing's wound. The original owner had stayed in Nanfeng Pavilion for a while, and was familiar with the situation here.

Song Yanqing looked left and right, but didn't recognize which doctor it was.

"Who are you?" Song Yanqing asked hesitantly, clutching his clothes tightly.

"I ate, ate." The old doctor said with a smile: "You haven't eaten yet."

"Why haven't I seen you before." Song Yanqing said vigilantly 1.

"Have you ever been married?" The old man said with a little surprise, "but the young master is a man."

Song Yanqing had already given up communicating with this old man, he looked at the boy beside him and said, "Where did I find this, I have never seen him before."

The boy faltered and couldn't speak, Song Yanqing frowned, and pretended to be savage and said to the doctor: "Don't touch me, we have seen you, who knows if you were sent by my enemy to harm me."

He observed Langzhong's expression, and it seemed that he was hallucinating. He stretched his body back and shouted with difficulty: "I have been made like this by you, and I have become a little girl. What do you want from me?" The same. What happened back then has nothing to do with me, please let me go."

The doctor in front of him narrowed his eyes and looked at the person on the bed with a smile.Suddenly raised her hand and sprinkled a cloud of powder on his face, Song Yanqing immediately held her breath, raised her hand and waved towards the old man, but the palm was light and without any strength, just like a child's play.

The little servant reached out to press his wound, Song Yanqing couldn't control it, and gasped in pain.

The powder entered his body along with his breath, and Song Yanqing felt his eyes go dark.Feeling someone touching him, he struggled to raise his hand to block it, but his body couldn't use any strength, and this didn't have any effect.

Seeing that Song Yanqing was fascinated, the doctor glanced at the young servant and said: "Take it out first, and bring it to me to treat the injury. The prince is already waiting."

The servant nodded and hugged Song Yanqing, the two were just about to jump out of the window with someone.

As soon as the boy who had been sent away before came back with a basin in his arms, he stared blankly at the two people by the window, and the basin in his arms fell to the ground with a plop.

"Come on, come on, Mr. Yan has been stolen!" the boy yelled loudly.

The doctor's face darkened, and he threw out a silver needle and shot it at the boy's chest.The boy let out a muffled grunt, and fell to the ground without a sound.

"Let's go." The doctor took the lead to pick out the window, and the two left one after another with Song Yanqing.

When they left, the boy who fell on the ground stood up clutching his chest, holding a silver needle in his hand.

Du Qingtong, who had just rushed back to the Nanfeng Pavilion, ran in with the crowd. He and the servant looked at each other, and then at the silver needle, instantly understanding the seriousness of the incident.

"It's over, it's over." He grabbed his hair and muttered in a low voice: "If you lose Big Brother Song, Master Zuo will go crazy. Find him quickly, and dig three feet to find him."

Du Qingtong was assigned to be in charge of Song Yanqing, and when Zuo Xingyun came back the next morning, he saw the gloomy Du Qingtong and the bitter-faced old bustard.

As soon as he saw Zuo Xingyun, Du Qingtong knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously.He didn't even get up, just grabbed the ground with his head, and said in a choked voice: "Brother Song was taken away, and we couldn't find it at dawn."

The smile on Zuo Xingyun's face froze for an instant, and he let out an ah in a daze.

Du Qingtong didn't speak, and the bustard knelt down, repeating in a trembling voice.

Zuo Xingyun took a few deep breaths, shook his hands and asked, "Can you see who it is?"

"This person knows the disguise technique." Du Qingtong said bitterly.

"Forget it, I can't blame you. Even if Yan Qing is injured, he won't be helpless. Most likely he is a master of poison. If you go, you will die." Zuo Xingyun covered his forehead and said, "Look again, since it is a captive Let’s go, which means that the other party doesn’t want his life for the time being. Keep looking, if you want to see people, you need to see dead bodies.”

...

Ever since I met the opportunity and learned the magical skills.Xu Sijiang hadn't been in such a mess for a long time, he took a pill to recover his body.

His masters helped him shake off the guards, and he took a detour back to his small courtyard in the capital.

The obvious owner here is the shopkeeper of the tailor shop. This dark game has been buried in the capital for five or six years, and no one would doubt it.

After Xu Sijiang was exhausted, he closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Kang'er, what are you doing?"

"I did everything for you, why are you still so fierce to me." Xu Kang put away his toolbox and muttered, "I thought it was you who wanted to disguise yourself."

"Why are you angry for your father, don't you know?" Xu Sijiang opened his eyes, looked at Xu Kang helplessly, and said with a sigh: "You are still young, you can't read the books for your father."

Xu Kang put his hands behind his back and said shyly, "But the brothers in the album are so beautiful, why can't I read them."

"They don't wear clothes, so you can't read it." Xu Sijiang said while treating the wound on his body, "How many times have I told my father not to peek at my father's picture album, why are you so disobedient?"

"But after reading it, I feel very energetic and motivated to study." Xu Kang took out the picture album hidden behind him, opened a page, pointed to a man on it, and said, "I think they are prettier than the girls outside."

Xu Sijiang pursed his lips, raised his hand and made a deep palm print on the wall beside him.

Xu Kang trembled in fright, swallowed his saliva and laughed, "Father..."

"Move my things again, be careful that I will smash your head with one palm." Xu Sijiang withdrew his hand and said in a cold voice.

Xu Kang pouted aggrievedly, put down the album, turned and walked out reluctantly.

Just then there was a knock on the door, and Xu Sijiang snorted, motioning for them to come in.

The people who came all called out to the prince, it was the old man and the young servant.

The servant held a person in his arms, and the two walked into the house and put the person on the ground.They tore off the disguise on their faces and bent down to salute Xu Sijiang.

Xu Kang originally planned to leave, but before he left, he glanced curiously at the person who was brought in, and couldn't take his eyes away after just one glance.

Xu Sijiang lowered his head and was about to check Song Yanqing's injuries, when he saw his adopted son running over excitedly, threw himself at Song Yanqing's side and shouted with bright eyes, "Wow, father, where did you catch the fairy sister! Kang'er wants it too!"

The two young subordinates held the gun in their hands, feeling the coldness on Xu Sijiang's body, they lowered their heads at the same time and began to pretend to be airless.

The temperature of the room dropped instantly, Xu Sijiang clenched his fists tightly, and his fingers made a clicking sound.

Xu Kang raised his head in doubt, facing Xu Sijiang's expressionless face.

"Father?" Xu Kang said with a dry laugh.

"Still letting go?" Xu Sijiang gently stroked Xu Kang's head, and said in an unusually soft voice: "How long are you going to hold his hand, eh? Kang'er."

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