I Qinghuan gl

In the dark night, it rained heavily, and the raindrops were big and dense.On the edge of the gloomy canyon, because the mist blocked the line of sight, it looked like a black hole from the top, bottomless.Those strong winds and torrential rain fell into the canyon, as if they disappeared out of thin air, without a trace.

A man wearing a black hat stood quietly on the edge of the canyon, with his hands behind his back, his left hand was held in his right, and his fingers gently rubbed the falling water droplets from time to time.His back is tall and straight, like a green bamboo in the rain, peaceful and silent.A pair of clear eyes under the bamboo hat squint slightly to look at the dark canyon, which is deep and full of city.

At some point, another man in blue came over behind him, held up an umbrella for him respectfully, and said in a low and polite voice, "My lord, we're here."

The man wearing the bamboo hat said "um", raised his hand to take off his hat, and knocked on the rock beside him to shake off the stagnant water.Even after taking off the bamboo hat, there is still a strange mask covering his face. The mask is rather thick and carved with strange patterns. When he looks closely, he can faintly distinguish a falcon totem in the pattern.

The man in blue waved his hand back, and two servants walked over staggeringly carrying a sack.

The masked man raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, and the mouth of the sack was opened.Inside the sack was a man with a pale face and a handsome face, his eyes were tightly closed due to coma.

"He is very disobedient. We took some medicine, and the effective coma time is still six hours." The man in blue lowered his head and said, "Should we take him into the Flower Valley immediately?"

"No hurry," the man wearing a strange mask slowly pulled out a blueprint from his cuff, which was a map of the Valley of Flowers, "Have all the people I wanted entered the valley now?"

"Yes, my lord, Nan Yang, Qing Huan, Cheng Zhuming, Liu Wuhe. And Master Miao Shan followed them into the valley."

The masked man nodded, and asked again: "Well... what about Wen Jinglei?"

"Return to the Lord, I heard that the Zuo envoy had crossed the Guanzhong the day before yesterday and went deep into the southern border."

"...Don't call him Wen Zuo Shi again, he is no longer a member of my Tian Falcon sect." The masked man should have frowned, and knocked on the rock with his bamboo hat, "But he ran too far, Find a way to lure him back to Lingqiu Mountain in Guanzhong as soon as possible. When I want Qinghuan to walk out of the concubine's tomb, Wen Jinglei will appear at the entrance of the tomb immediately. Then send an order to Miaoshan and follow Qinghuan closely all the way. Qing Huan brought it back to Burning Heaven Clan."

The man in blue lowered his head and replied, "Yes, my lord." He paused, and then asked, "So... do you need your subordinates to arrange manpower to deal with Junqiao and Nanyang?"

"Nan Yang?... She, she doesn't need us to deal with her. Not to mention the Netherworld Gu on her body, she is enough to deal with the apprentice raised by herself." The man let out a dull voice behind the mask. a laugh.

The man in blue lowered his eyes, and silently opened the umbrella for the masked man without saying a word.

The masked man raised his head, his slightly squinted eyes seemed to be able to see through the thick dark clouds in the sky, and saw the moon and stars hidden behind the clouds. He raised his hand, and his five fingers volleyed very gently to trace the sky, as if he was stroking his lover's cheek: "...I've played this game of chess long enough. Everyone, all pieces, are in the palm of my hand. Look... Even if these people are stars in the sky, I can still make this cloud cover them A strict one."

"My lord is wise, the Sky Falcon Sect will make a comeback sooner or later!"

"Sky Falcon Sect?" the masked man sneered, with a trace of disdain in his eyes, "I want to make this world uneasy, and in the end, the Northern Punishment, Burning Heaven, and Random Flowers are all in my hands."

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In the early morning of the second day, it was still raining heavily in the Valley of Flowers, as if the sun had not been seen for a long time, which made people feel gloomy and uncomfortable.

Again, the dark wind crept in through the cracks of the unclosed windows, making Nanyang's bare arms tremble with light exposed outside the quilt.

Nan Yang opened his eyes with some difficulty, but felt dizzy and painful, and he had no strength in his whole body, so when he moved slightly, his joints were sore.

It seemed that she felt her moving. Qing Huan, who was holding her, subconsciously tightened her arms, but she was not woken up.

It was only then that Nan Yang noticed that she was holding her with his back to Qing Huan, and both of them were naked under the quilt, and the slight rubbing of their smooth skin against each other was more comfortable than touching silk.Nan Yang was stunned for a while, and his sleepy eyes gradually cleared up.

She seemed to be drinking yesterday.

Later, it seemed that I drank too much, and then...

Qing Huan's hand moved unconsciously, and it happened to move to Nan Yang's tight and elastic buttocks behind her waist. Although she was asleep, she still gently pinched and kneaded the tactile buttocks with her hands.

Nan Yang's body froze, and after a while, he stiffly grabbed Qing Huan's dishonest hand with his backhand, and moved it away quietly.

Qing Huan snorted, seemingly dissatisfied, immediately put her hand back, and rubbed it harder a few times.

The expression on Nan Yang's face was ugly, his fists under the blanket were clenched secretly, and his voice was a little cold: "Open your eyes when you wake up."

Qing Huan chuckled, and You You opened those dark jade-like deep and moist eyes, a little bit of cinnabar between her brows seemed to be dancing happily: "Master, I got up really early. I thought you would sleep a little longer."

"..." Nan Yang closed her eyes, trying to clear up her dizzy head.

"Master, it's time, why don't you sleep a little longer, and I'll cook first."

"I drank too much yesterday, did you say something inappropriate?" Nan Yang asked lightly with his eyes closed.

"No...didn't say anything inappropriate, just...did some inappropriate things..." Qing Huan laughed while talking, laughing until his body trembled.

Nan Yang wanted to turn around and face Qing Huan face to face, but as soon as he moved, Qing Huan hugged her tightly: "Master...do you really want to turn around?"

"Why not."

Qing Huan paused, curled her lips, and said, "Alright, let's see."

Nan Yang frowned slightly, turned around suspiciously, and saw Qing Huan's familiar face looking at him with a half-smile.

Soon, Nan Yang's pupils tightened.

She couldn't help raising her hand, and lightly touched Qing Huan's bitten lower lip with her fingertips: "This..."

"You bit it." Qing Huan continued with a smile.

Nan Yang's fingers slid down to Qing Huan's neck, and the white neck was covered with criss-crossing red marks.Qing Huan continued: "...you kissed it."

The tips of Nan Yang's ears were already red, but his face was calm as usual, he just silently withdrew his hand, unwilling to say a word.

Qing Huan lifted a little corner of the quilt to expose her shoulders, pointed to a few exaggerated long marks on her collarbone and said: "You grabbed this."

"..." Nan Yang looked away and didn't say a word.

"Master, do you still want to see it? I have a lot on me..."

"Okay, stop talking." Nan Yang interrupted her, put her face into her palm in embarrassment, and sighed softly.

Qing Huan covered her mouth and smiled for a while, then got up quietly, grabbed the crumpled clothes and put them on one by one.After getting dressed, she got out of bed, poured a cup of tea and put it on the bedside, in case Nan Yang got up to drink later.She leaned over and pulled Nan Yang's sideburns behind her ears, and said softly, "Master, I'm going to cook."

"...Yes." Nan Yang agreed in a muffled voice.

Qing Huan suffocated her laughter, Nan Yang was curled up in the quilt at the moment, as if she didn't want to talk to anyone, it just hit the softest part of her heart, she bent down, and lightly bit Nan Yang's cheek, and then He quickly backed away, and walked out of the room with a bright smile on his face.

Qing Huan was walking in the corridor while reminiscing about Nan Yang's appearance the night before.A passing Disciple of Disorderly Flowers passed by in a hurry, and when he saw Qing Huan, he grabbed Qing Huan anxiously: "Girl, I'm really sorry, Lord Wuji asked me to fetch some licorice and rhubarb to the main hall , but I... have an urgent matter, can you help me?"

"Okay, tell me." Qing Huan agreed with a smile.

"Go north, turn left twice, and you will arrive at the medicine garden. The licorice and the rhubarb are both fresh, ten plants each, thank you." After finishing speaking, the Disorderly Flower disciple hurriedly ran away again , It seems that there is really something urgent.

Qing Huan was in a good mood, so she felt that it was okay to do a favor by the way, so she followed what the disciple said, walked northward, turned left twice, and arrived at the medicine garden.

From a distance, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a person lying face down beside the medicine garden. The rain mixed with mud stained the person's clothes dirty, and his body undulated slightly.Qing Huan hurried over, put down the umbrella in her hand, and patted the back of the man's neck: "Hey, wake up, hey, who are you? Why are you lying here?"

The man was in a deep coma and couldn't hear Qing Huan's words at all.

Qing Huan had no choice but to grab the man's shoulders, turn him over with one force, and support his neck with one hand.

"Brother?!" Qing Huan's eyes widened in an instant, and the other hand was busy wiping muddy water on his face. That handsome face became blurred and clearer, with thick black eyebrows and a straight nose, isn't it? Who is Bian Zizheng?

"Senior Brother? Senior Brother!" Qing Huan kept patting Bian Zizheng's face, but Bian Zizheng didn't seem to wake up at all.

Qing Huan frowned and looked around, the medicine garden is relatively remote, and there are no disciples here on weekdays, but it is still very difficult for her alone to drag the tall and burly side back.

Qing Huan pinched the side to take advantage of the high nose to block his breathing.After a while, Bian Zi suddenly coughed, his eyes were about to open.

"Cough...cough...murder..."

"Brother, are you awake?" Qing Huan looked at Bian Zicheng happily.

"..." Bianzi opened his eyes with great difficulty, "Junior Sister..."

"Junior Sister! Run! There are thieves..." Bianzi rubbed his eyes, and suddenly remembered something, his eyes widened, and he wanted to jump up, but when he raised his head, he hit Qing Huan's nose hard.

"Hiss..." Qing Huan covered her nose, her eyes were so painful that she couldn't open her eyes, "Brother, do you want to give me such a big gift as soon as you see me?"

Bian Zi looked at Qing Huan pitifully while frowning: "No, Junior Sister, someone is going to kill me. I was on a mission... Wait, Junior Sister, you have a nosebleed."

"I know." Qing Huan rolled her eyes at the side, and stood up from the ground, holding her nose tightly.

"...What is this place?" Bian Zi stood up while he was still there, staring at Qing Huan closely.

"Scary Flower Valley. Speaking of which, senior brother, why are you lying in the medicine garden of Scattered Flower Valley?" Qing Huan's voice buzzed indistinctly from under the palm of his hand.

"Valley of Random Flowers?..." Bianzi was stunned for a moment, his thick black eyebrows frowned, "I don't know. Before I fell into a coma, I received a task from the head of the sect. Ben and Uncle Rong Huai were in the pot together area. Then when I happened to travel alone, I was surrounded by a group of men in black."

"That's it..." Qing Huan's nosebleeds were a little serious, and some of them even overflowed his palms.

"Who on earth...why, brought me to Luanhua Valley..." Bianzi patted himself on the forehead with a puzzled look on his face, "Huanhuagu, it's too close to Lingqiu Mountain..."

Qing Huan raised her eyes suddenly: "What? This place is very close to Lingqiu Mountain? How do you know?"

Bianzi took advantage of his expression to freeze, and then pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly: "Ah... you also know that I am the third prince of the current emperor. My mother and concubine are buried on Lingqiu Mountain."