unscrupulous male concubine

In the dark night sky, a ray of white light streaked across the sky, the white light became dim, and finally disappeared in the darkness.

The soldier on duty at night on the upper floor of Wangcheng held his spear, rubbed his hands and took out a wine bag from his arms. He raised his head and took a sip, finally a smile appeared on his frozen face. My wife still wants to kiss me.

He sniffled, looked up at the gray night sky reflected by the snow, stomped his numb feet, took a breath, and complained to himself, "This winter is colder than usual. !"

He turned around and leaned against the city wall, took another sip with the wine bag, his eyes widened slightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and swallowed the wine wrapped in his mouth. He stretched out his tongue and licked the two sharp teeth on the left and right. There was a bloody smell in it.

A gust of wind passed by, and the warm liquid flew onto his face, he blinked unconsciously, stretched out his hand to wipe it off, and the smell of blood was poured into his nostrils.He widened his eyes in horror and looked up at the sky. There were only gray clouds in the sky, and there were no stars and moons. He hurriedly put the wine bag in his arms and searched around with his spear.

He remembered the night when Kanglong Lord Qianhangzhi entered the city not long ago, the brother on duty was killed silently, he didn't want to be buried in the white snow here, even if the wine in his arms was warmer and kissed again, He also wanted to go back to the shabby room at home to see his not-so-beautiful wife and lovely children.

He stayed on the tower all night tremblingly, all the nerves in his body were kept tense, he was alert to the slightest change in his surroundings.

When the first ray of sunlight climbed up the city wall from the sky, it saw a red-tasseled long spear. The white frost accumulated on the tip of the spear reflected the golden light. He was in a lump, his back was pressed against the wall bricks, a pair of bony hands were tightly hugging his arms, and the veins on the back of his hands were protruding.

Yushuo Shengjun's Mansion was covered with snow, and the evergreen trees in the yard were also covered with a layer of snow. Unmigrated birds danced lightly on the branches, welcoming the ray of sunshine with their crisp and beautiful voices.The door bolt rattled, and the vermilion gate was pulled open. The dark guard in black pushed the door open before it was fully opened, and rushed in. The gatekeeper was just about to stop him, when he turned his head and saw the man As he walked in, he turned his hand and took out a token light to show him, then retracted his outstretched hand, opened the door completely, and sighed softly, feeling uneasy again.

It has only been a few years since the war between the fox clan and the wolf clan, and the people of the wolf clan have not yet recovered from that war. If there is a fight at this time, it will be them, the little people living at the bottom, who will suffer.

Zhi Leng glanced at the man kneeling below, walked over to take the silk book from his hand, opened it and glanced at it, then frowned tightly.He pursed his lips tightly and turned his head to stare at the person kneeling below.The man lowered his head as if feeling the cold air above, and lowered his head even lower in an instant.

"Which one is this?" Zhi Leng breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and threw the letter into the brazier, suddenly, flames flew up, swallowing the silk book in an instant, and ashes rose into the air, fell on the edge of the brazier, and shattered Already broken into crumbs.

Before the man could answer, he opened his mouth first, and ordered coldly, "If there are any more letters, destroy them one by one, so don't show them to me."

The letter was written to Qian Hangzhi.In just a few days, Qian Mingjia had already sent five or six white crows to the Wangcheng to deliver letters, and each of them never returned. cold.The letter said that the young master Jingchun was attacked on the way to Yunze Cangyu, and his whereabouts are unknown. The place where he was assassinated was dripping with blood. I am afraid it is more ominous. Even the white crow who led the way for Jingchun was also killed. Thousands of arrows pierced the heart and turned into a hedgehog.

From a certain point of view, the disappearance or murder of Jingchun is both a trouble and an opportunity, depending on how you interpret it.

The trouble is... If the news of Chunjing's attack reaches Qingqiu, Su Feiyuan will definitely attack on a large scale according to Su Feiyuan's personality. He didn't even need to talk about it, and just risked his life to let the wolf clan be buried with Chunjing.

The chance is that he can use this excuse to confirm the news of Jingchun's murder, which is a disguise technique anyway!He heard a saying that except for Chun Jing and Elder Mu Gu who taught Jingchun skills, no one can take off the human skin masks they put on other people's faces. Now that Elder Mu Gu is not in Daze, that means unless Chun Jing Jing came out to refute the rumors by herself, otherwise everyone would think that it was Jingchun who died on that road.However, not many people know that Chunjing is Jingchun, so... Not only Jingchun will disappear in front of the world, but Chunjing will also disappear. Only in this way can Chunjing remain in the wolf clan.

After knowing that Zhi Leng was safe and sound, Chun Jing stayed in the cell obediently. Under Jin Mo's arrangement, this cell was even more comfortable than an ordinary inn. It is the best, the wine is hundreds of years old, the dishes are the delicacies of Xianweiju, and even the formation to prevent him from escaping is the oldest secret technique.

Chunjing leaned on the soft couch, propped her head on her hands and looked at the half-foot-high snow that was separated from the window, frowned slightly, and shouted outside at the top of her voice.

As soon as his voice fell, he heard hurried and tense footsteps. From where the footsteps sounded, there were occasional screams of prisoners crying for grievances. As soon as the sound touched the air, there was a cold and harsh whip, and the shouts immediately disappeared. A piercing scream instantly disappeared.

The footsteps continued, getting closer and brighter.

As soon as Chunjing turned her head, she saw that the cell boss had already stood at the door panting heavily.The head of the cell lowered his head and wiped his face, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, he was sweating in such a cold winter, tsk tsk tsk... I don't know what he was doing before he came.

Chunjing turned over and sat up from the couch, crossed Erlang's legs with one hand on her knees, pointed at the iron window with the other, tilted her head and said lazily, "There is too much snow, I can't see the sky outside, whether it is day or night ?”

"Let's get someone to clean up the little one." The cell boss nodded and bowed, and he said yes again and again, then turned and retreated.

Turning around and not taking two steps, Chun Jing waved and stopped him, "Wait, I have something else to ask you."

"Master Feng, please give me instructions." The prison chief hurriedly retreated, and stood still with his hands down.

"How's the situation outside? Mr. Kang Long...how is Qian Hangzhi?" Chun Jing licked his lips, and after thinking for a moment, he frowned slightly and hesitated.

"The adults are praising the younger one. The younger one is the gatekeeper of the big prison. The younger one really doesn't know about the outside things." The prison chief explained tremblingly, for fear that Chunjing would be dissatisfied with his answer and let Shaolin Junjin Mo resigned from his post, and then he would really go to drink the northwest wind.

Chunjing raised his eyebrows, stared at the prisoner for a while, and felt that what he said was not unreasonable. This place is indeed quite biased, and it is difficult to find out the changes in the situation in the palace. He pursed his lips and took a deep breath. He changed his leg and lay on the soft couch halfway, "Then... what about Jin Mo? What are you busy with these days? Didn't you come here once?"

"Yes." The cell chief licked his lips nervously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down and swallowed a mouthful of spit, feeling that the words he said at this time were really unflattering, and Master Feng would definitely be even more angry!Oops, he secretly sighed, this time it's a deal!

"Go, go!" Chunjing looked at his low-browed, uninformative appearance, feeling very impatient, and waved him away, "Go and clean up the snow!"

The head of the cell was removed in a hurry. After a while, there was a rustling sound outside the window, and the covered window was cleaned out. Chun Jing took a long breath, and finally no longer felt bored. He looked at the sky after the clouds had dispersed. That bright star had a smooth smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

He picked up the wine cup on the table, drank the wine and tea in it, and suddenly saw that the snow on the window had not been cleaned and there was no movement. After a while, he heard the rustling sound again, followed by footsteps The sound is getting farther and farther away from the window.

"Hey!" Chunjing's eyes widened suddenly. He didn't think that the cell boss would have the guts to leave before the snow in the window was cleaned. He yelled, but there was no response from outside, and he narrowed his eyes. Squinting his eyes, the prison chief really became more courageous.

After a while, he heard footsteps outside the old door, walking towards his own cell. It was the footsteps of the cell boss. These days, he often ordered the old man to do this and that. Familiar with his footsteps.

Chun Jing took a deep breath, turned over, put her hand on the low table on the soft couch, lazily turned the wine glass in her hand, and stroked the protruding pattern on it.

"My lord." The prison head stood at the door of the prison outside the barrier, looking expressionlessly at Chun Jing who was leaning on the soft couch.

"You haven't cleaned it up yet, why did you come in?" Chun Jing put the wine glass on the table, slowly raised her eyelids and looked at the jailer, and after only one glance, she frowned, he tilted his head and looked at the prisoner , the other party still maintained the movements just now, staring at his face expressionlessly, but there was no focus in the depths of his pupils.

"I knew you would come." Chun Jing raised her eyebrows and smiled, then sighed softly.

"You know?" Mo Weizhe came out from behind the old man, and looked at Chun Jing with a smile on his lips.

Chun Jing was stunned for a moment, blinked her eyes unnaturally, glanced at the cell leader who was still standing there, licked her lips and asked Mo Weizhe, "Why is it you? Is he also controlled by you?"

Mo Weizhe shook his head with a smile, "You know me, I don't have anything."

The old man standing aside suddenly grinned, raised his arms stiffly and waved to Chunjing, "Hi, Jingchun, long time no see! Do you remember me?"

The corners of Chunjing's mouth twitched far-fetchedly, and she smiled dryly, "Sure enough, good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years! It's really not rare for you two to get together!" Chunjing stared at the cell leader, coldly He snorted, "I used to think that you were only swinging between Jinmo and Qianhang, but later I realized that there is still Mo Weizhe, and I only realized today that you are only loyal to yourself."

"If people do not work for themselves, heaven and earth will perish."