[Water Margin] Ximen is a fake official

Chai Jin stared blankly at the people on the pool platform.

He finally understood, anyway, it was his fault no matter what?

He waved his hand, "Well, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

He waded through the water with a "crash, clatter" and was about to step onto the stage.

Ximen Qingqing rolled up his sleeves with one hand, and reached out to Chai Jin with the other, trying to pull him up.

Chai Jin shook his head with a smile, and was about to put his hand on it.

At this moment, Yang Zhi moved to the side, pushing Ximen Qingqing aside, just in time to catch Chai Jin's hand.

Yang Zhi smiled, "I'm really sorry."

Chai Jin was stunned for a moment, then gave Ximen Qingqing a meaningful look, withdrew his hand, took a light step, and walked up to the side of the pool.

Ximen Qingqing fanned his fan, looked up at the misty beams of the house, and asked, "Why is Mr. Chai in Kaifeng Mansion?"

Chai Jin sighed, "It's all trivial matters at home, so I won't bother the officials with it."

He cupped his hands and said, "I'll take my leave first."

Ximen Qingqing quickly sent him a few steps.

After sending Chai Jin away, she turned back and Yang Zhi was waiting for her not far away.

His upper body was naked, and his lower body was wrapped with a cloth scarf. His body was muscular and covered with scars.

Ximen Qingqing covered the lower half of his face with a fan, leaving only a pair of lively eyes.

She looked around and asked, "Where's Hua Rong?"

Yang Zhi: "He's going to get some jars of wine."

"Where is your pool?"

Yang Zhi pointed.

He turned around and glanced at Ximen Qingqing, and said, "We're done washing, and we plan to drink in the resting place."

Ximen Qingqing smiled and rolled his eyes, "Is it really finished?"

Yang Zhi: "It's natural."

Ximen Qingqing closed his fan, pointed to his hair, and said with a smile, "Then what's the matter with the froth on your head?"

"Ah?" Yang Zhi dazedly stretched out his hand to wipe it, and took a look under his eyelids. His hands were covered with white foam, as if he had used soap beads but didn't wash them off.

He lowered his head in silence for a while and coughed.

Ximen Qingqing smiled and said: "Are you testing my reasoning ability? You don't look like you have washed it. You obviously saw me come in with clothes on, and realized that I don't seem to like bathing here, so you want me to rest. place to drink, isn't it?"

Yang Zhi smiled helplessly, cupped his hands and said, "The officials are wise."

Ximen Qingqing smiled, "I want to thank you for thinking about me, thank you very much."

Looking at her smiling face, Yang Zhi even softened the birthmark on her face.

"I……"

A jar of wine suddenly stood in front of Yang Zhi and fell into Yang Zhi's hands.

Yang Zhi hurriedly supported the wine jar, and turned to look at Hua Rong who was carrying the wine jar.

Hua Rong smiled slightly, flicked his hands, and carried the two bulging small jars of wine on his shoulders.

He raised his eyebrows at Yang Zhi and said, "Brother Yang, please help me."

Yang Zhi's eyes sank, and he let out a "hmm".

He turned his face away, wanting to say something to Ximen Qingqing.

Huarong's other hand that was not carrying the wine lightly pushed Ximen Qingqing's shoulder, making her turn half a circle and fall into his arms.

He put his arm around Ximen Qingqing's shoulders, and said sassyly, "Come on, brother, let's go drink."

Ximen Qingqing: "Okay."

When the two passed by Yang Zhi, Ximen Qingqing turned his head, as if he wanted to say something to him.

Hua Rong's hand that was originally on his shoulder suddenly lifted and turned her head back.

Ximen Qingqing looked at Hua Rong helplessly.

"You don't have to guard against Yang Zhi like a wolf, right? Although he said those things to me, after I refused, he won't do anything to me again."

Hua Rong snorted, "Brother, that's because you don't know men. Don't look at him, don't talk to him. Once you give him hope, he will hold on to you."

Ximen Qingqing: "Okay, okay, brother, I understand."

Huarong: "One more thing."

Ximen Qingqing stopped.

He looked at Ximen Qingqing, the muscles on his body seemed to be steaming wetly, a drop of water slipped from the end of his eyebrows, flowed across his cheeks, swept over his neck, and rose and fell on his chest, soaked in the heat. The throbbing muscles melted away, swept away by the sunlight coming in from the skylight, and glisteningly hidden on the skin, like sugar grains or gems.

Ximen Qingqing: "What's the matter?"

Hua Rong said: "The three brothers of the Ruan family came to take a bath together this time. Ruan Xiaoer and Ruan Xiaowu don't remember everything that happened with you brother since they woke up. Even if we tell you, they won't believe it."

Ximen Qingqing: "I know all this, but I'm curious how Ruan Xiaoqi reacts?"

Hua Rong was amused, "Ruan Xiaoqi now regards you as a scourge, and hides it to prevent his brother from contacting you."

Ximen Qingqing was helpless, "Could it be that the two of his elder brothers were poisoned after just looking at me?"

She shook her fan, "Let him go, I can't stop some people from committing suicide."

"Give them some time to take a look. I think the three of them will surprise you."

Ximen Qingqing shook his head and smiled.

"Brother." Hua Rong suddenly called her softly.

"What's wrong?" Ximen Qingqing looked at him.

He looked straight at her neck and held out his hand.

Ximen Qingqing took a step back, and he took a step closer.

Ximen Qingqing's back was stuck against the wooden wall of the bathtub.

Huarong: "Brother, don't move."

You want to touch me, and let me not move?

Then you are too overbearing!

Ximen Qingqing stared straight at him.

Hua Rong's fingers stuck to her neck and rubbed gently.

The temperature of his fingertips was so high that it almost burned her when he pressed it against her neck.

His fingertips poked at her blood vessels, whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Hua Rong stared blankly at his fingertips, his eyes slightly lost in thought.

Holding a fan, Ximen Qingqing tiptoed and hit him on the head.

Hua Rong blinked his eyes, and then came back to his senses.

He scratched the place where Ximen Qingqing had just beaten him, showing a pure sunny smile.

"younger brother……"

He handed his finger to Ximen Qingqing, "Look, brother, there is a petal stuck to your neck, and I got it off for you."

It doesn't take that long, does it?

Ximen Qingqing saw through it but didn't point it out, just thanked him with a smile.

……

Ximen Qingqing followed Huarong to the resting room.

There are tables and stools in the room, as well as a few long couches for resting. Except for the faint steam overflowing from the outside, it is no different from a private room for eating outside.

Hua Rong touched Ximen Qingqing's sleeve, "Your clothes are all wet, I'll get you one."

Ximen Qingqing: "I'll replace it with one that's still wet, so I can make it with this one."

Hua Rong's gaze rolled over her, and then he retracted immediately as if he had been scalded.

"My boy is still outside, you ask him to buy me a new one, and I will change it when I go out later."

Huarong: "Okay."

He was about to go out, but stopped again.

He turned around and stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Ximen Qingqing saw what he could say.

Hua Rong reminded: "The official should be careful here alone."

Ximen Qingqing laughed, "Okay, okay, it won't happen that someone will stare at me as soon as I come out, right? I will pay attention."

Huarong was still worried, and murmured in a low voice, "Letting you alone is too dangerous."

Ximen Qingqing: "..."

No, no, don't tell me that the danger you think of is not the same as the danger I think of.

After all, Hua Rong went out.

When she was left alone in the room, Ximen Qingqing got up suddenly and searched the room thoroughly, but found no one else.

"Is it my illusion? Or did the person observing me at the door not come in at all?"

Ximen Qingqing turned around the screen, squatted down, and looked down at the couch.

The door opened with a "squeak".

Ximen Qingqing turned to look at the screen.

There were two light footsteps at the door.

"Is it here?" Gongsun Sheng's cold voice sounded.

"It seems to be, but where are the officials?" Wu Yong said in a gentle voice.

Gongsun Sheng: "Be called away by Yang Zhi or Hua Rong."

Wu Yong was silent for a while.

Not knowing what expression Wu Yong had, Gongsun Sheng lowered his voice, "What expression do you have!"

Wu Yong smiled, "Mr. Yiqing is too worried."

Gongsun Sheng: "Pindao's eyes are very good, if you have something to say, you may as well speak up."

Wu Yong said unhurriedly: "Say it straight? I'm afraid the husband won't be able to bear it."

Gongsun Sheng: "You..."

Wu Yong: "Isn't Mr.'s restless appearance just verifying the doom you said?"

Doom?

Ximen Qingqing kept squatting still, turned his head slightly, and listened to the two of them.

Gongsun Sheng said coldly: "I confess to you, I don't want you to use what I said to deal with me now."

Wu Yong: "Mr. misunderstood, I didn't mean to target Mr., I just want Mr. to stop chilling Donglou."

Gongsun Sheng suddenly lost his words.

Wu Yong said softly: "Your master said back then that you met your doom in this life at the foot of the mountain and told you to avoid it, but you didn't believe it. Not only did you go down the mountain, you also did something wrong."

Gongsun Sheng: "Is this what you want to tell Pindao?"

Wu Yong: "I've already missed it once, don't make another mistake."

"Dong Lou waited for me regardless of past suspicions, with deep affection and righteousness. If possible, please don't make Dong Lou sad."

"I don't understand. Mr. Mingming is not only displeased with Donglou, but also very happy to be close to her. Why does he keep stabbing Donglou with sarcastic remarks?"

Gongsun Sheng finally couldn't help but speak, and said in a low voice: "Wu Yong put away your housekeeper face, Ximen official's real lady is Chen, not you Wu!"

Wu Yong was so stunned by his words that he couldn't speak, so he could only explain dryly: "Don't insult my brotherhood with Donglou."

Gongsun Sheng sneered, "Are you brotherly? Wu Yong, don't you feel ashamed when you say such a thing?"

Wu Yong's voice trembled slightly, "You are talking nonsense! Donglou and I are both men, how could it be possible... What is that if it is not brotherhood!"

Gongsun Sheng: "If you didn't always stare at him and lose your mind, then the poor would really believe your nonsense."

Wu Yong: "I...I admire her."

Gongsun Sheng: "Are you admiring him? You're greedy for him, you're despicable!"

With a "bang", it seemed that someone took a few steps back and hit the table all of a sudden.

Wu Yong: "You... since you know where I am looking, it means that you, sir, also..."

Gongsun Sheng's pained and self-loathing voice sounded: "You are right, the poor are also willing to degenerate, very lowly!"

For a moment, both of them fell into deep thought, and neither of them spoke.

Ximen Qingqing squatted on the ground with his knees hugged. Right now, he was neither advancing nor retreating. He was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do.

It's best not to let the two of them know that she listened to what she said just now, otherwise, it will cause embarrassment in vain.

But if the two of them don't go out, how can she pretend to come to this room after them.

Ximen Qingqing looked around, but couldn't find a back door.

This can be troublesome.

However, as the old saying goes, "It rains all night in a broken house, and the wind blows in a leaky boat." Ximen Qingqing was careful and careful, cautious and cautious, and even covered his mouth and nose, but who would have thought that? , the wooden wall behind the couch seemed to be bumped accidentally by someone on the other side, making a loud bang.

"Who!" Wu Yong and Gongsun Sheng said at the same time.

The moment after the sound was made, a white light suddenly tore through the screen and shot toward Ximen Qingqing.

A gust of cold wind brushed past Ximen Qingqing's cheeks, and pierced into the wooden wall with a "do" sound.

Ximen Qingqing looked back, and saw that the hidden weapon pierced into the wooden wall was just an ordinary chopstick.

She swallowed dryly, raised her hand to touch her cheek that had been blown by the cold wind, and then looked down at her fingers.

A faint trace of blood.

She was actually bleeding from the wind brought out by a chopstick.

This world is too dangerous!

The screen in front of him was kicked open, and scattered pieces of silk and satin flew everywhere.

Amidst the sprawling beauty, Ximen Qingqing, with loose hair and wet body, met the two people's eyes.

For a moment, all three people in the room froze.

This, this is so embarrassing...

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-1023:58:14~2020-02-1123:58:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: it was originally one from Jiutianxi Zhongzhou;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: it was originally Jiutianxi Zhongzhou, and there was only one small fish;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 14 bottles of Taoist dogs; 2 bottles of vegetarian civet cats;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!