Shuangfengqiuluan

Jiangzhou is prosperous, with outstanding people, although it is not as beautiful as the capital city, it has a unique elegance.

Xishan Pavilion collects news from all over the world, and has many eyes and ears. In this huge Jiangzhou city, there are many hidden stakes.However, Kou Yanzhen's ambitions are obvious, and he can't tolerate anyone working under his nose. He has sent people to secretly wipe out the hidden stakes inserted in the city by Xishan Pavilion many times.

On the night of early winter, the snow is falling, the cold wind is biting the bones, and there is only one place in the city that is boundless in spring and full of warmth.

A place with a lot of people must be warm, not to mention that there is warm wine here, and the beauty's crisp breasts, even in the snow and wind, can only stop outside the window.

Anxiang Yingxiu Building is the largest brothel in Jiangzhou. It is like a city that never sleeps, with singing and singing every day and ecstasy every night.The wing rooms in the building are all named after lyrics, which is more poetic and picturesque. At this time, in a warm pavilion named Xijiangyue on the third floor, there is a Qingyue singing voice slowly coming out, and the lingering sound is like the sound of heaven. It is a singer who is singing an ancient song.

"Mu Yanqing, aren't you afraid that I will harm you?"

In the Warm Pavilion, the incense is sweet and sweet, and the red gauze is swaying. In the mandarin duck tent that should have been aroused by spring, now there are two handsome men sitting.The two sat cross-legged facing each other, and there was a small table in the middle. On the table was a teacup, which was filled with thick medicinal juice.

The smell of this bowl of concoction is quite strange, with a bit of fishy smell mixed with bitterness.Even if there is a strong incense in the room, it can't suppress the smell.

Mu Yanqing frowned slightly, raised his head and said, "If you want to harm me, can you wait until today?"

After hearing this, Qiu Junyu laughed, with an evil look on his face: "There was no chance before, but this time it's different. After you drink this bowl of medicine, you will lose your five senses, like a walking dead, and you can only let me order. If you don't My antidote, you will always be my puppet."

"Really?" Mu Yanqing smiled noncommittally, with a calm expression, without any hesitation in his eyes.He glanced at Qiu Junyu, then picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp.

Qiu Junyu sent news to Kou Yanzhen yesterday, and at midnight tonight, he will visit the Wulin League with a big gift.At that time, Qiu Junyu will pretend to be Uridus and discuss the alliance with Kou Yanzhen, and Mu Yanqing, the owner of Xishan Pavilion, will be his surrender gift to Kou Yanzhen.

In order to gain Kou Yanzhen's trust, Mu Yanqing and Qiu Junyu must act the fake show.But what Qiu Junyu gave Mu Yanqing to drink was not the real enchanting Gu, but a poison similar to the effect of enchanting Gu. In this way, he could deceive the world.

Although this plan was decided by the two of them before, Qiu Junyu was still surprised when he saw Mu Yanqing drink the poison without changing his face.Although the two of them have shaken hands and made peace, they have never been able to coexist peacefully. They always talk nonchalantly and confront each other. Only when they are in love with Tao Zhen together on the bed can they have a short-term tacit understanding.

This plan was a dangerous one, Mu Yanqing was gambling with his life, but he didn't doubt that he would have another heart, so he entrusted his life in his own hands like this.With such courage, Qiu Junyu couldn't help admiring him, and even felt sympathy for him.

After Mu Yanqing drank the medicinal juice in his hand, the blood in his body suddenly surged. He forcibly suppressed it with internal force, but felt dizzy for a while, and fell backwards involuntarily.But Qiu Junyu grabbed him, pressed his wrist with one hand, and sent a cold internal force into his body.

"Be patient, it will be fine in a while."

Mu Yanqing accepted Qiu Junyu's internal strength, and suddenly felt much better. He took a deep breath and asked, "When will the medicine take effect?"

Qiu Junyu replied: "After a stick of incense."

Mu Yanqing nodded when he heard the words, and then sat upright, closing his eyes and resting his mind.Qiu Junyu withdrew his hand, put his hand on the pillow, leaned against the head of the bed and looked at him silently.

"Mu Yanqing, are you really not afraid? What if I have second thoughts, what will you do?" Qiu Junyu still did not give up.

Sweat gradually oozes from Mu Yanqing's forehead, and his hands on his knees tremble slightly. The taste of poison seeping into his body is really uncomfortable, like ten thousand ants piercing his heart, which is indescribable.

"I believe you."

Mu Yanqing's voice was low and weak, but his momentum did not decrease by half. He opened his eyes and said to Chou Junyu: "I entrust my life to you this time, which is also equivalent to entrusting Tao Zhen's life to you. I doubt you, and I hope you live up to expectations."

Mu Yanqing entrusted him so solemnly, which made Qiu Junyu's heart suddenly warm. He understood the meaning of Mu Yanqing's words, and also knew that he was the key to this plan.If anything goes wrong, not to mention Mu Yanqing's life, Tao Zhen will definitely fall into danger.As for the friendship between Tao and Mu, Qiu Junyu knew best, so Mu Yanqing said that he would hand over their lives to him.

Qiu Junyu shouldered a heavy responsibility, and was encouraged by Mu Yanqing, his heart was agitated, and his eyes became hot.But he didn't want Mu Yanqing to see the joke, so he rubbed his eyes pretending to be sleepy, and covered it up:

"Mu Yanqing, don't put on airs in front of me, okay? I'm not your son of Xishan, aren't you tired of putting on airs?"

Mu Yanqing saw through it, but smiled and closed his eyes again, listening to the melodious melody outside the tent.The singer rested for a while, and then played the qin to entertain the guests. The sound of the qin was like rain, two or three slow, four or five urgent, in Mu Yanqing's gradually drowsy consciousness, accompanied by him sleeping in the middle of the night.