The rivers and lakes are full of local tyrants

"Will King Qijue and the Emperor really go to war?" Shen Qianling was still asking until he got into bed after taking a bath, "As you said before, King Qijue is not interested in Jiangshan."

"I'm not interested, but if Chu Yuan threatens the Qijue Kingdom, Mu Hanye will naturally not let it go." Qin Shaoyu hugged him, "Chu Yuan has become more and more shrewd and powerful over the past few years. , What's going on in his head, probably only he himself knows."

"Being the emperor is really tiring." Shen Qianling changed into a comfortable position, "I'm not comfortable at all."

"That's right." Qin Shaoyu nodded, "You can't squat on the side of the street eating wonton noodles, and you can't do whatever you want."

"These two things don't matter." Shen Qianling was sharp and quick, "And even you, you can't do whatever you want, eh."

Qin Shaoyu: ...

"Sleep!" Shen Qianling hugged the quilt and rubbed against the corner of the wall.

Palace Master Qin's mournful voice came from behind, "I haven't kissed my belly yet tonight."

"This link has been cancelled." Shen Qianling was extremely cold.

"I can't sleep without a kiss." Qin Shaoyu insisted.

"Then don't sleep." Shen Qianling covered her head, "Go out for a walk by yourself."

"Okay, then I'll go play with my son." Qin Shaoyu sat up.

"It's already asleep!" Shen Qianling threw off the quilt and glared at him, waking up and tweeting in the middle of the night.

"Then kiss my stomach." The topic went back to the beginning.

Shen Qianling: ...

Qin Shaoyu was full of enthusiasm, pushed his little gown up a little bit, and started to fix the project every night.

Shen Qianling lay on his back on the bed, feeling his stomach was wet and warm, and felt a little itchy after being brushed by his hair, so he laughed silly, and his little stomach trembled accordingly.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Shaoyu looked up at him.

"You're like a big dog." Shen Qianling pinched his chin, playing hooliganism.

Qin Shaoyu came up and bit his face, leaving a circle of shallow teeth marks, "That's how it's called a big dog."

"Go to bed earlier." Shen Qianling patted him on the back, "Good night."

"You want to dream of me." Qin Shaoyu kissed the corner of his lips again, then gently hugged him into his arms, and waved off the lights on the table.

Zhangfeng took a drop of wax oil, and it fell on the hairball's head in a semi-solidified state.

"..." The hairball in the dream didn't notice it at all, and vaguely felt that his head was warm, which was quite comfortable, so he changed the direction with satisfaction, and continued to sleep.

Early the next morning, Little Phoenix woke up before everyone else. After lazily kicking his paws, he struggled to crawl out of the nest. After running two steps on the table, he suddenly remembered that he already knew Flying, so twisted and twisted and struggled to climb back to the nest, re-spread its wings and flew out, and then ran to look in the mirror happily - as a radiant little phoenix, it must be very beautiful !

The fur ball in the mirror was still very cool, handsome and domineering, so Xiao Fenghuang shook his head in satisfaction, and was just about to call Shen Qianling and Qin Shaoyu, when suddenly he felt something was wrong in the mirror, so he took a closer look suspiciously, and instantly The whole bird was stunned!Because it found that there was a red mass on its hairy head, and even the dull hair was suppressed!

"Chirp!!!!" Fuqiu shook his head vigorously.

That must not be thrown away.

Fuqiu took a deep breath, and flapped his short wings vigorously.

The red dot is still there!

Maoqiu thought carefully for half a stick of incense, and then consciously summed it up as the majestic phoenix feathers on the heads of his brothers!He's grown up a bit... Fuqiu was so excited that he quickly threw himself on Shen Qianling's bed, "Chirp, chirp, chirp!!!!"

Qin Shaoyu pinched its mouth.

"..." The hairball little black bean eyes are very angry, let go quickly.

"What is it called early in the morning?" Qin Shaoyu poked at its stomach, "Ling'er is still sleeping."

The fur ball flapped its wings desperately.

Shen Qianling woke up in a daze, and rubbed against Qin Shaoyu's chest, "You bullied your son again."

"I didn't!" Palace Master Qin let go of his hand quickly.

"Chirp!" The fur ball jumped into Shen Qianling's arms.

"Why are you so happy?" Shen Qianling stretched, then rubbed its head habitually, but felt that something was wrong.

"Chirp!" Furball twisted his neck vigorously, showing him his new look!

"Why did you get the wax oil on your head?" Shen Qianling frowned, and stretched out her hand to gently peel it off.

Hairball:……

"Go and play with the hidden guard." Shen Qianling threw the wax on the ground casually.

The eyes of the hairball moved with the wax oil, slightly dull.

Shen Qianling wondered, "What happened to my son?"

"Did you get burned by wax oil?" Qin Shaoyu showed his stepfather's true colors as always at the critical moment.

Shen Qianling rubbed it.

The fur ball sat down on the quilt.

Shen Qianling: ...

"... Chirp." Fuqiu jumped to the ground, squatting sadly beside the wax oil.

"I'll take it to Brother Ye to have a look." Shen Qianling felt guilty.

The hairball hit the top of the wax with its head and tried to stick it back, but it must have failed.

Fuqiu was heartbroken.

And after Ye Jin checked it, he felt that there was nothing wrong, and asked what happened in the morning again, and then said, "I think it looks good to have a ball of wax on the head."

Shen Qianling: ...

What the hell aesthetic is this.

The fur ball curled up into a ball, exposing one eye and looked at Shen Xiaoshou very aggrieved.

Qin Shaoyu lit a candle casually, then poured a drop of wax oil on the table, and when the temperature was no longer hot, he pinched it and put it on his son's head, and carried it to the bronze mirror by the way.

Hairball:……

"Are you sure it's the reason?" Shen Qianling felt guilty, "It doesn't look better."

Fuqiu stared at the furball in the mirror for a whole half a stick of incense before finally comprehending it, and felt a little disappointed.

"Where's the hidden guard?" Shen Qianling asked, "Why didn't you hear anything?" If he had encountered such a situation in the past, he would have come in to express his comfort and distress!

"I went to find out the news." Qin Shaoyu said to Shen Qianling.

"What are you looking for?" Shen Qianling asked while eating buns.

"How many sect leaders have come to Zitong Town." Qin Shaoyu said, "By the way, let's spread some new rumors."

"New rumors?" Shen Qianling was puzzled.

"The news that came out earlier said that the sword kiln in Zhujian Villa was blown up." Qin Shaoyu said, "Now that the heads of all factions have come, naturally they will soon know that the sword kiln is actually fine, so we need to replace it with a new one. Excuse."

Shen Qianling became interested, "What is it?"

"Actually, my concubine didn't blow up the sword kiln, but took away the treasure." Qin Shaoyu said, "This treasure plays a vital role in the sword casting process and is absolutely indispensable."

"Then when the head of the sect needs to make trouble in the future, you will say that the baby is named Xuanhaiyu?" Shen Qianling followed him to guess, "Everyone has never heard of Xuanhaiyu before, so they will believe what the rumor says. At that time, the goal of putting pressure on Feng Yunlie will be achieved."

"That's right." Qin Shaoyu nodded.

Shen Qianling sighed, "I'm afraid that Baijian Villa will be destroyed in his hands."

"Self-inflicted evil." Qin Shaoyu helped him straighten his collar, "If it's just collusion with the Zhou Dynasty and secretly hiding Xuanhai jade, it's really not a big deal in my eyes; but for making swords and harming innocent people, it's ten thousand deaths No matter how good the sword is, it is for the purpose of eradicating violence and peace, and there is absolutely no such thing as making innocent people sacrifice in order to forge a good sword."

"Yes." Shen Qianling nodded, "You are most like a hero at this time."

"When did I not look like it?" Qin Shaoyu asked back.

"Except when you are sleeping, you don't have a single hour." Ye Jin passed by the door and complained by the way.

Shen Qianling retorted in her heart, in fact, she didn't look like that when she was sleeping, because a hero would definitely not do such things as touching his butt and pinching his belly, and he would not even want to hum on horseback.

Simply perverted.

Two days later, Qin Shaoyu took Shen Qianling back secretly and returned to Zitong Town.

There are already many sect leaders in the town, but everyone still has hope for Baijian Villa, secondly, Feng Yunlie's attitude is really good, and thirdly, Shadow Chasing Palace is secretly controlling the situation, so they have not yet entered the villa They made trouble, but each lived in the inn.

"Feng Yunlie has already started to forge swords?" Shen Qianling overheard someone talking.

"If you don't make swords, the Sword Worship Villa will really be demolished." Qin Shaoyu said, "I'll take it tonight to find out."

In the middle of the night, Qin Shaoyu and Shen Qianling changed into night clothes, and sneaked into Baijian Villa by familiar ways.

There were still no guards around the sword casting room, and the two quickly slipped into one of them, and saw that there was still some charcoal left in the kiln, which was slightly hot and had not been completely extinguished, obviously for the sake of making it easier to light the fire next time.

"It's really starting to forge swords." Shen Qianling said, "Then we will see the truth tomorrow."

"You don't need to lurk until tomorrow." Qin Shaoyu pulled him out of the sword kiln, and flew to hide on a big tree, "You can do it now."

In the dark night, bells sounded from a distance one after another, strange and eerie.

A group of torches approached slowly, and Qin Shaoyu covered his eyes with his hands.

Shen Qianling said helplessly, "I'm not that timid."

"I know." Qin Shaoyu still didn't let go of his hand, "I don't want you to see these things."

Knowing that he wanted to protect herself, Shen Qianling didn't say any more, and buried her face in his chest.

But even if you don't look at it, you can roughly guess what the picture is.

Qin Shaoyu frowned, looking at the group of people gradually walking in, or the living dead.

Except for the first few servants and guards, the rest of more than 30 people in white were all expressionless and walked forward step by step slowly, exactly the same as what the two had seen before.

In the desolate night, the torch flickered slightly, reflecting these expressionless pale faces, even Qin Shaoyu, who had long been used to walking in the rivers and lakes, could not help feeling a little numb in his back—not from fear, but a feeling from the heart. coolness.

If a person is murdered like this, it would be better to die.

This is the real thing, life is better than death.

"What's the matter?" Shen Qianling asked in a low voice.

"Feng Yunlie's death ten thousand times is not too much." Qin Shaoyu's voice was cold, watching the team enter the sword casting kiln.