The Fairy in Fast Time

"Why, you Heli... finally couldn't take it anymore?" Jun Ziqing slowly took off the silver needle from his lips and held it between his fingers. The hair is behind him without wind, and it looks a little reckless.

The atmosphere instantly became dangerous.

"Mountains and Rivers Illustrated, the most precious treasure in the world, all countries have the right to compete for it." The man in black held a sword and made the sword point to the ground, his eyes were piercing, "Your Zhaohuajun family has been defending for so many years, it is time to change .”

"It's not up to you or me to decide whether to change or not..." Jun Ziqing's lips curled up into a gentle smile, but his dark pupils were filled with a biting chill, "It's what the people of the world say. It's up to you."

"My lord's family back then, under the eyes of the lords of the four countries and even the people of the world, inherited the catalog of mountains and rivers." He looked down at the man in black condescendingly, and a heavy sense of oppression spread silently. The festival of the Four Kingdoms has never been held, so this catalog should still be guarded by our Jun family."

Hearing this, the man in black sneered disdainfully, "The premise of holding the Four Kingdoms Festival is that there must be a moon dial. If the moon dial does not appear in 100 years or 1000 years, will your family still have to swallow it?"

"In that case, there is no problem at all." Jun Ziqing's face was as jade-like, with a gentle and bright smile.

"It's said that men from Zhaohua are like those delicate girls who stay out of the door all day long. I didn't expect the young master of the Jun family to be so rampant!" The man in black seemed to be enraged, and flew towards the gentleman. Qing stabbed.

"I'd like to know which prince of Heli you are subordinate to." As he spoke, he flipped his snowy sleeves and manipulated several needles and threads to attack the man in black at an unpredictable angle, wiping his clothes Just a few mouths.

The man in black sneered and did not answer, his sword moves changed more and more rapidly, and he stabbed at Jun Ziqing's vitals with a murderous intent.

Tapping his toes, he turned and flew down from the embroidery frame. Jun Ziqing pressed down on his wrist, and the silk thread infused with inner strength cut off the left hand of the man in black on the spot at a sinister angle.

"Well!"

The body of the man in black convulsed suddenly, his eyes quickly approached the window with hatred, he put the sword in front of his eyes against the silver needle, he leaped out with a backflip, and disappeared into the vast night in a few breaths .

Between Jun Ziqing's ten fingers were several silver needles threaded with silk thread. He squinted his eyes and looked out of the window with a touching smile on his lips.

"Kong Chen."

"The subordinate is here." Kong Chen, with lowered eyelashes, opened the door and walked into the room. After seeing the severed hand on the ground, his expression remained unchanged. He stepped forward with a blank expression and took out a small blue porcelain bottle, unplugged it and poured it into the room. down.

As a result, the severed hand rotted into a pile of ashes in an instant.

"As expected, sir." Kong Chen took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve, wrapped all the powder in the paper in a strange way, put it in front of the candle and lit it.

Jun Ziqing smiled lightly and sat back on the round stool in front of the embroidery stand, her long ink-like hair almost falling to the ground.

"Heli is not the only one who wants to kill me these days..." He opened his thin lips lightly, raised his hand and pierced a few embroidery needles with red silk threads through the white cloth and then stabbed them back, his eyes darkened, "That Jinxiufang, go and check."

"My lord is suspicious, our whereabouts are..." Kong Chen's eyes turned cold.

"Jinxiufang is clearly the largest clothing store in Tianyin Imperial Capital, and secretly a stronghold of Tianyin's intelligence network..." Jun Ziqing wrapped the silk thread around his wrist, and threw out a few embroidery needles with pink silk thread, and said warmly: " This is the first time we left Zhaohua and came to Tianyin, so it stands to reason that no one here in Tianyin should be able to recognize us so quickly."

"But I just went to Jinxiufang in the morning, and someone came to assassinate me at night. This speed is too fast." Jun Ziqing smiled slightly, with a dangerous cold light in his eyes, "I suspect that our Zhaohua... has a traitor. Disclosed our whereabouts to Tian Yin." He watched the peach blossoms on the canvas gradually take shape, his brows and eyes softened.

"But the person who assassinated tonight was Heli's...Young Master, are you sure that person is indeed Heli's?" Kong Chen frowned.

"Are you questioning me?" Jun Ziqing said in a soft voice, but before Kong Chen could reply, he smiled lightly and said, "So I still suspect that He Li and Tian Yin are negotiating in private .”

"As for that person tonight, didn't you notice that the blood on that severed hand was a bit blue?" Jun Ziqing said softly, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, "Only a Heli person with pure blood can have that kind of blood." It's the color, isn't it?"

Kong Chen lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and said, "Yes, this subordinate has surpassed."

"It doesn't matter." Jun Ziqing said slowly, "There should be nothing else tonight, you can just step back."

"Yes."

When the room became quiet again, several needles and threads were quickly inserted, causing an afterimage.

Under the reflection of the candlelight, Jun Ziqing's gentle and elegant face looked softer.

***

Three days later.

"Where did the landlord go?"

"I don't know, Sister Tsing Yi, I have searched all over Nanfeng Building..."

"I was so seriously ill yesterday, and I ran around at exactly one o'clock today, and I didn't drink any medicine!"

"Hey, the host has been afraid of taking medicine since he was a child..."

……

In a small pavilion in the forest a few hundred meters away from Nanfeng Tower, a man wearing only a gray undershirt was lying lifelessly on the stone table. His waist-length black hair looked a little messy at this moment. People run out in a hurry.

[System: Do you need a bottle of Kidney Treasure? 】

Wen Han: ...you can keep it for yourself.

[System: I don't have a kidney :)]

Wen Han supported his forehead with his hands, feeling a little dizzy.

That day after he said goodbye to Jun Ziqing, he went back to Nanfeng Building and he was out of shape. At night, he wore boxer shorts, and fell asleep without a quilt because of the heat.

Unexpectedly, it rained in the middle of the night, the windows were open, and he slept soundly, so he developed a fever the next day.

Tsing Yi almost cried at that time, because Wen Han had passed out from the fever at that time, she hurriedly called the doctor, and prescribed several medicines, after the medicine was boiled, Tsing Yi poured it into Wen Han spoonful by spoonful.

Later, when Wen Han woke up, he found a bitter taste in his mouth, and even a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, so that he almost didn't spit it out on the spot.

But today, when Tsing Yi knocked on his door with Chinese medicine in his hand, Wen Han immediately asked the system to give him a [Skillful] BUFF and ran away through the window.

"Maybe I have a sworn feud with traditional Chinese medicine..." Wen Han muttered to himself in a trance, his face pale.

[System: Look at how cowardly you are...]

"Huh? Ah Han?"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded, with a little familiarity.

As soon as Wen Han raised his eyes, he saw Jun Ziqing with a white veil standing tall and tall, standing not far away, with three thousand black hair scattered on the white cloak, like ink smeared in the water.

In his arms, he held a black Guqin.

"Ziqing." Wen Han called out in a hoarse voice, and then lay back on his stomach with a tired expression.

"What's the matter?" Jun Ziqing approached Wen Han, and gently placed the Qin on the stone table.

"Nothing." Wen Han said sullenly, then he looked at Jun Ziqing again and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Playing the piano to relieve boredom." Jun Ziqing sat beside him and said softly, "Your complexion is very bad, and..."

As he spoke, he lifted his hand to untie the white cloak on his body, slightly closed his eyelids, and gently covered Wen Han's body with his bony hands brushing the top of his hair, with a gentle voice: "Why? Wearing so thin."

"Hmm..." Wen Han replied in a nasal voice, shrank his head into the cloak again, "Yesterday I caught a cold, and I didn't want to be forced to take medicine, so I ran out before I had time to get dressed..."

Hearing this, Jun Ziqing couldn't help but pause, his eyes dimmed, and he coaxed softly: "Ah Han... would you like to stretch out your hand?"

Wen Han didn't think too much, and directly extended his left hand to him.

Gently resting her slender, fair fingers on Wen Han's pulse, Jun Ziqing lowered her eyes and fell silent for a moment, then said slowly, "You need to rest."

"The fever hasn't subsided. If it goes on like this, it may hurt the spleen and lungs." Jun Ziqing tightened the cloak a little more, and said in a low voice, "I'll take you back, it's windy here."

"No reply." Wen Han refused without hesitation, even though the voice was soft and had no deterrent effect.

"Be obedient." Jun Ziqing whispered softly, raising her hand to cover the top of his hair comfortingly, with a soft light in her eyes, "Take the medicine, sleep wrapped in a quilt, and the next day you will be fine." Okay, huh?"

Wen Han simply closed his eyes now, as if he would let you speak so hard that I would stand still.

Anyway, even if he was burned to death, he wouldn't be drinking that Chinese medicine that was so bitter that he doubted his life!

no way!

Do not!

Seeing this, Jun Ziqing sighed silently in his heart, and said softly again: "Then if Ah Han doesn't mind, come and lie down with me for a while?"

"Okay." Wen Han immediately agreed, anyway, as long as he doesn't see Tsing Yi holding the medicine, he can go anywhere!

Then, Jun Ziqing put the guqin on his back, helped Wen Han, who was top-heavy, and protected him to walk in the direction of Tianfu Inn.

***

Jinxiufang.

"You mean...someone has been secretly checking us for the past two days?" The proprietress in purple asked lazily as she lowered her eyes to measure the size of the clothes.

"Yes, I wonder if Jun Ziqing has noticed something..." the tall man in black said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the proprietress pondered for a while, and then ordered indifferently: "Then, order the people who are staring at Jun Ziqing to withdraw for the time being."

"Yes."

***

Tianfu Inn, Room No. [-], Tianzi, on the third floor.

When Jun Ziqing helped Wen Han to the bedside, Wen Han squinted his eyes and threw himself on the bed, quickly wrapped the quilt in his arms, not looking like a sick person at all.

comfortable……

Wen Han closed his eyes and sighed, but then he frowned again, feeling dizzy again and again.

Jun Ziqing sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Wen Han's flushed cheeks. Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his fingers and lightly put them on his wrists, frowning slightly.

——Sure enough, the burn got worse...