Vendetta

It was evening when they returned to the post station. After dinner, Fu Ling went out for a walk and brought back a rooster.

This big rooster is an upright adult with bright feathers, pacing around the house with a grand air, very much like a wealthy landowner inspecting his rice fields.

Qiu Yi looked at the chicken running around on the ground, and asked, "Why, you haven't eaten enough for dinner, so you plan to have it as a supper?"

"I want to see if the rooster can deal with the poisonous scorpion." Fu Ling stretched out her legs, and the rooster was tripped by him and fell to the ground.

"Oh oh oh!"

Fu Ling laughed: "Let's try to eat it first, if it doesn't work, it can be used as a supper."

The rooster just got up, didn't know if he understood, and shrank his wings to stay away from Poria.

Fu Ling walked over to pick it up, and said: "Okay, it's been a day of tossing, it's all gone, go back to sleep."

"Fu Ling." Yan Zhu sat on the chair without moving.

Fu Ling turned her head: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhu sat on the chair, glanced at him quickly, hesitated and said: "The room was arranged by Qian Heng, he didn't arrange a special room for you, I..."

Fu Ling was taken aback for a moment, then understood, and let out an "oh".

Yan Zhu seemed a little uncomfortable, he stood up and said, "He misunderstood..."

"What did he misunderstand?" Fu Ling leaned over, pretending to be surprised and asked, "Am I not Mr. Yan's pillow?"

Yan Zhu said with a smile: "Of course, I'm worrying too much."

The two haven't slept together yet. One is because Fu Ling was injured before, and the other is that Yan Zhu is very gentlemanly.

He is really a gentleman. Although he is still considerate and considerate in front of others, he never acts too intimately.

This is the business of the two of them. To behave like that in front of outsiders is to disrespect the people around them. How is this different from treating prostitutes?

Even though there was only Qiu Yi in the carriage, Yan Zhu could only hug Poria at most.

This made Fu Ling feel like she was playing hooligans every time she got closer to him.

The moonlight came in, Fu Ling was only wearing her underwear, lying on the pillow, looking at Yan Zhu who walked in, and patted the bedding beside her.

Looking at the beauty under the moon, the ink is scattered, the eyebrows and eyes are curved, and there is a little haze with a clear brilliance.

Yan Zhu couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, got on the bed, and lay down under the quilt, and the people around him had already rubbed against him.

Yan Zhu turned sideways, hugged him in his arms, raised his hand, tied a strand of black hair on his temples behind his ear, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Fu Ling felt his heart beating faster, he buried his head in Yan Zhu's arms, and heard Yan Zhu's steady heartbeat, which came over and touched his mind.

Enveloped by Yan Zhu's breath, Fu Ling has never felt so at ease in her life.

It seemed that as long as he was in his arms, he could not think about anything. Everything that was pressing on his heart, full of blood and cruelty, was temporarily washed away by this gentle breath.

Sleeping until midnight, Fuling was pulled out of sleep by a shocking rooster crowing, Fuling felt his body was empty, he woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and saw, Yan Zhu picked him up and stood beside the bed.

It was still dark outside the window.

"What's the matter? Why is this rooster crowing in the middle of the night?" Fu Ling rubbed her eyes and saw that the big rooster had jumped onto the bed and was wrestling between the quilts, fighting bravely.

Suddenly it stretched its head into the quilt, fluttered a few times, and when it stretched out again, it held something in its mouth.

After Fu Ling saw the thing clearly, the little bit of drowsiness that was still there disappeared immediately.

"It's a poisonous scorpion!"

Yan Zhu hugged him, put him on the table and sat down, and asked: "Is there any discomfort?"

Fu Ling shook her head: "No, what about you?"

"Me neither," Yan Zhu said with a smile, "Thanks to it."

Fu Ling asked: "Didn't you check it during the day? Why is there a poisonous scorpion on the bed?"

"Someone in the post house has evil intentions," Yan Zhu's eyes showed a bit of murderous intent, and he shouted: "Come on!"

The secret guard who was on guard at night came in in response: "What is your order?"

"Go and wake up the others to prevent accidents," Yan Zhu said with a slight expression, "Check everyone who was close to this room yesterday, and I will interrogate myself at dawn."

The dark guard replied: "Yes."

"It's still early, let's sleep for a while." Yan Zhu poured a cup of tea and handed it to Fu Ling.

"I can't sleep anymore." Fu Ling took the tea, drank it all in one gulp, jumped off the table, rolled up her coat and wrapped it around her body, saying, "Why don't we go out and look at the stars."

"Okay." Yan Zhu nodded, took off the coat that was wrapped around him, and put it on carefully for him.

The two went up to the roof and sat side by side, looking up at the black sky. At this time, there were only a few scattered stars on the tip of the moon.

Fu Ling said, "Don't remember three years ago? We met once on the roof."

Yan Zhu nodded: "Of course I remember."

At that time, the two of them, one carrying a saber and the other holding a sword, obviously met each other with swords, but now thinking about it, they felt a bit unspeakably throbbing.

I don't know if the moonlight was too dim at that time, the two of them could only see each other in their eyes, other than that, everything else was blurred in the moonlight.

The man under the moon is the sweetheart.

Yan Zhu turned his head and looked at Fu Ling, the ink in his eyes melted, and he said softly: "Since I met you that day, I will never forget it."

"I was earlier than you," Fu Ling smiled with her eyes bent, "Ten years ago in Dongqing Mountain, you stuffed a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into my arms, and I will never forget it in my life."

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his bosom, and the little bit of gentle warmth in the icy and snowy world make Fuling's soul linger in his dreams, and he is willing to spend his whole life chasing after it.

So he had to become stronger and had to walk out of Dongqing Town. After several years, he was able to reunite with Yan Zhu under the moon.

Yan Zhu laughed, approached slowly, caressed Fu Ling's face, and dropped a long kiss.

Fu Ling closed her eyes and intertwined her fingers with him.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

The night in early summer is like water, and the evening wind blows, blowing hair and sleeves very lightly and slowly.

He is gentler than the night.

The dark guard woke up the others, and everyone stayed awake for the rest of the night. At dawn, they all sat in the front yard of the post house with dark circles under their eyes.

There was a circle of chairs in the yard, Yan Zhu and Fu Ling sat in the middle, the rooster became a great hero last night, and also had a place, changed the fate of being tripped by someone yesterday, it squatted on a chair proudly, next to it There was also a bowl of millet, and Mung Bean had the look of a rich man in the land again.

"Qiu Yi," Fu Ling pointed to the big rooster, and said, "From now on, it will be your younger brother, long johns."

Qiu Yi yawned and said, "You were confused last night, didn't you?"

Fu Ling leaned on the chair, hadn't slept half the night but was in good spirits, he said, "You're talking like someone woke up."

Others were afraid of poisonous scorpions, so they didn't dare to close their eyes in the second half of the night, only he followed his sweetheart to count the stars on the roof.

Fu Ling sat up straight, and said excitedly, "Do you want to know about my meeting with Yan Zhu last night..."

Qiu Yi interrupted him without hesitation: "No, thank you."

Li Zhong pushed a handyman to come up, the handyman was wounded, he was pushed so that he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Your Highness, the person has been brought."

After a while of silence, Yan Zhu took a cup of tea and took a sip, as if he didn't see the kneeling person, and the whole yard stared at the handyman, but no one made a sound.

The handyman didn't know what the situation was now, and the nameless silence made him uneasy.

Yan Zhu put down the teacup in his hand, glanced at the kneeling man, and said, "Why, don't you want to say?"

The handyman rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know what Your Highness wants the little one to say..."

Fu Ling waved her hand and approached, "Your Highness, in my opinion, if you refuse to speak out, you will be punished?"

Yan Zhu nodded, and two hidden guards came up, pushed the handyman to the ground, took off his pants, and began to spank his ass.

The handyman hadn't finished his sentence, so he was slapped on the board first.

Qian Heng heard the wind and rushed to see this scene.

"Master Qian is here, sit down quickly." Yan Zhu gently asked someone to move a chair for Qian Heng.

"My minister pays homage to His Highness the Third Highness." Qian Heng walked into the courtyard, glanced at the people in the courtyard, and was taken aback by Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian behind Fu Ling. Fortunately, the others said that the quack spirit of these two people It's too heavy, and it's equipped with weapons, so it's not easy to mess with at first glance.

It is not surprising that the third prince joined the Jianghu sect, and there are some people from the Jianghu around him. These two people have fierce faces, and their martial arts must be very high.

Qian Heng never imagined that the most annoying person in this yard was actually the weak "musician" sitting beside Yan Zhu.

The handyman in the middle of the yard was pressed on the long bench, and the sound of the long wooden stick hitting the flesh was very loud, mixed with the wailing of the handyman, it sounded very miserable.

After such a commotion early in the morning, Qian Heng sat down and asked, "I don't know what this handyman did wrong, and His Highness punished him like this early in the morning?"

Before Yan Zhu could answer, Fu Ling spoke first: "Your Highness, he screams so badly, my ears hurt."

After speaking, he covered his ears with a pretentious look.

Yan Zhu touched his ears soothingly, and immediately said sharply: "Didn't you hear what Mr. Wan said? Shut his mouth!"

The handyman was gagged, and even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't make a sound.

While playing a stick of incense, Qian Heng couldn't sit still. He couldn't be sure if this person was sent by Zhou Qi. If the fight continued like this, if the handyman couldn't stand it later, he might say something .

The people in the courtyard saw the beating, and they couldn't understand it. They talked about interrogation, but they didn't ask anything, and they said that they forced a confession, but they kept their mouths shut, as if they really wanted to be beaten.

The handyman was stuffed with a cloth strip in his mouth, and he was looking at Yan Zhu, shaking his head, and kept yelling "woo woo".

Qiu Yi couldn't help but asked, "Does he have something to say?"

Fu Ling tugged at Yan Zhu's sleeve, and said: "Your Highness, I'm hungry, let the servants go to interrogate, shall we have breakfast?"

Yan Zhu smiled and said, "Okay."

The handyman just took the board, without saying a word, and was carried down amidst everyone's surprise.

The third prince turned out to be such a perverted bastard!Sure enough, he didn't grow up in the imperial city, even if he knows some martial arts, he can't become a great weapon.

Qian Heng had an idea, he stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, I have something to say."

"Let's talk about it after breakfast," Yan Zhu seemed to say meaningfully, "I just happen to have something to say to Mr. Qian."