Huang Shuang

Early in the morning, at the back door of Zhang's house in Qingping City, a sneaky figure sneaked in, took the letter from the servant and hurried back to his yard, but he was not in a hurry to go in, but sat on the stone steps at the door Go on, open the letter, read it at a glance, and hastily raised a cluster of spiritual fire from the fingertips to burn the letter, carefully threw the paper ashes in the corner, and then stomped and opened the door There was a small gap, "Jing Jian, is Jing Jian still alive?" Hearing the sound, there was a low voice cursing from the back room, "Zhang Yang, you go out on your own and let me suffer here. Are you human?" Cursing angrily, Zhang Yang scratched his ears and walked into the room, "Okay, okay, you are doing well, besides, I am the young master, and you said that you want to accompany me to travel all over the world, going through life and death, so you asked me to help me." There's so much to talk about when I accompany my sister." "What do you mean by accompanying the young lady? How did the master tell you before going out? I think you owe the whip to the second lady." "Okay, okay." Zhang Yang walked into the back room. Zhang Lu was lying on the bed, and Jing Jian's arm was resting on his neck, "Let me tell you, Ziyao sent me a letter just now, and we will leave in two days."