[Rebirth] Bone Quest

The capital has not been peaceful in recent days. It is said that the number one criminal wanted by the imperial court——"Jade Faced Immortal" fled here. He set his eyes on a white jade tribute bottle in the emperor's study room, and said he would come to pick it up on the moonlight night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. .

This is a hard time for the police of the six doors. Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, but they can't go home to reunite with their families, they have to be on high alert every day, and sleep peacefully is a luxury.Up and down the six doors were miserable, and there was resentment in their hearts, wishing to catch this "Jade Face Pirate Immortal" immediately and earn some reward money to buy moon cakes.

However, although the people in the capital are panicked and the internal and external conditions are not peaceful, there are always a few people who don't care about it.

If you want to ask who this person is, it must be Cong Rong, the leader of the Six Doors.This man has a good appearance, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, heroic and unrestrained, with a wave of the fan, there are countless romances, and a smile with a crooked eyebrow, so many daughters cover the fan, the romance between looks and hopes, and the ambition is fully displayed when talking.

Such a good looks was already eye-catching, and coupled with the official position of the top leader of the six sects, the title of "Merry Young Master" resounded throughout the capital for a while.

On August [-]th, the night breeze was gentle, and the streets and alleys of Huadeng were very lively. Two young men in brocade robes were walking in the alley of fireworks and wine, one was shaking a folding fan, and the other was worried and gentle. There was a little helplessness between his brows.

"Master Cong, you and I are both court officials, it's better not to come to this place of fireworks."

Young Master Shaker smiled unrestrainedly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Jun, you can't say that. As the saying goes, if there is wine today, you will be drunk today. You and I are just here to have fun. What have we got to do with the court?"

This is really a bit arrogant. It is obvious that the court and the emperor are not in the eyes. The brothers of the Six Doors simply know that Cong Rong has such a temperament. The decision is smart, he has single-handedly handled many big and strange cases, and how many people want to participate in his book must be weighed first.

He Junzhi shook his head helplessly, sighed and said: "Even so, we still have official duties. Seeing that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is not even a shadow of the jade-faced robber. We will not arrest anyone." On the contrary, if you come to this kind of place, if the emperor finds out, you will lose your head."

Cong Rong smiled, and patted the hem of the cloud-colored clothes, "Don't be busy, I'm just a little thief, why should you and I be so worried, instead of thinking about these useless troubles, why not think about the girls in Nuanying Pavilion first, That’s called heavenly fragrance and national beauty.”

He Butou wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and sighed again in his heart: If he hadn't known Cong Rong for a long time, and witnessed him repeatedly solving strange cases, now he would really think he had met a disgraceful Hua Hua.

At this time, the two had already reached the entrance of the most famous flower building in the capital, "Nuanying Pavilion". Seeing a group of Yingying Yanyan exuding a strong smell of powder surrounded them, He Junzhi quickly took a few steps back, and waved his hands again and again: "Cong Brother, I really can't afford to enjoy this kind of kindness, remembering that I still have important matters to attend to, so I will leave first."

Cong Rong let out a low laugh, and spread his fan to block his way, "Brother Jun, don't panic, I brought you here today just to broaden your horizons. As a man, you should have some hobbies. You don't drink, and you don't marry. Wife, if you don't come to this romantic place, could it be that Brother He is a broken sleeve?"

One sentence made He Junzhi speechless, his gentle and handsome face flushed red, "...Brother Cong, Brother Cong, don't make such a joke."

Cong Rong laughed loudly, grabbed his sleeve and walked in, "I have my own way to deal with the jade-faced thief, brother Jun, follow me."

After all, it is the most famous flower building in the capital. The pavilions, carved railings and painted buildings are not magnificent. It can be concluded that the young man in brocade robe who is by his side is also a rich man.

The old bustard held her fan and warmly greeted her, "Hey, what kind of wind brought you here, Mr. Cong, our Nuanying Pavilion is full of splendor, and Miss Qingqing will miss you so much if you don't come for a few days. Oh, Who is this son? He is so handsome."

Cong Rong shook his fan and raised his sword eyebrows, "Nurse Ouyang, you are flattering me. I haven't seen Qingqing for a few days, and I miss it very much."

He pointed at He Junzhi and said, "This is my distant relative. You can call him Mr. He. He has already heard of Nuanying Pavilion's name. Aunt Ouyang, please treat him well."

"Hey, so it's Mr. He. We in Nuanying Pavilion dare not say anything else. This girl will definitely satisfy the two masters." Speaking of this old bustard who still has a charm, he pinched his waist and rushed upstairs with a handkerchief. He said: "Chunhuaqiuyuexiahedongmei came out to pick up the guests. Ah Bai, go upstairs and invite Miss Qingqing down. Hurry up."

This sound resounded through Hualou, He Junzhi was embarrassed and at a loss, but Cong Rong was at ease, flirting with a delicate little girl next to him, smiling and shaking his fan, so happy.

Not long after, four oirans came out to welcome them one after another. Cong Rong wanted to hug him, and he couldn't find his way out of laughter. He Junzhi was born in a scholarly family. Surrounded by a group of warm jade and warm fragrance, his whole body was so stiff that he almost couldn't support it.

After a while, Miss Qingqing also came downstairs, she was carved in pink and jade, her eyes were full of affection, she was really a beauty, it is said that Miss Qingqing's original name was Shu Qing, she was originally a lady of everyone, but her family was reduced to prostitution.Even so, she was thinking of Cong Rong wholeheartedly, and she could be regarded as an infatuated son and daughter.

While laughing and making noise, a qin sound suddenly came out from the attic, although it was covered by the laughter, but the qin sound was beautiful and refined.

Cong Rong drank the wine glass in his hand, smiled and asked the person in his arms: "Qingqing, who played the piano?"

Qingqing frowned, "Young Master, I don't know. A few days ago, two gentlemen came to the building. One played a good piano, and the other danced with superb skills. Today is just a double day, and there will be their performance."

When Cong Rong heard this, he became interested, put away his folding fan and asked, "Oh? Then you really have to take a good look, and wonder if you are as stunning as Qingqing."

Qingqing was ashamed and coquettishly punched Cong Rong with her pink fist, "Young master is making fun of him again. These two people have been here for a long time, and even I haven't seen their real faces, but it's a pity..."

The helpless He Junzhi who was entangled by the side unexpectedly became interested, "What's the pity?"

Qingqing saw that the two distinguished guests in front of her were attracted by these two gentlemen, she was a little unhappy, but she still had a smile on her face and said: "It's a pity that the two of them are men, no matter how good they are at playing the piano, they can't dance well." No matter how wonderful it is. If the two young masters want to listen to the qin, it is better to come to the pavilion, and Qingqing will play the piano for the two young masters."

For some reason, Cong Rong's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up calmly, "That's not necessary, since a man has special skills, he should take a good look at it, right, Brother Jun?"

He Junzhi looked at Cong Rong in confusion, not knowing what he was planning, so he nodded in agreement.

At this time, a young man in white came out from behind the bead curtain in the center of the attic. He was tall and handsome, and his gestures revealed a sense of tranquility. He lifted his robe and played the piano on the table.

A young man in red came out from behind the pink bead curtain, with a graceful figure, enthusiastic and unrestrained, with a mischievous smile on his bright face, he looked around a few times, and danced with the sound of the piano.

The sound of the qin is like broken jade like a clear spring, sometimes quiet and melodious, and sometimes exciting, high mountains and flowing water, turbulent waves, the gurgling qin sound leans out from behind the bead curtain, resounding through the attic, and the flame-like passionate dance in front of the stage has a captivating spirit. The femininity of the woman and the heroism of the man are perfectly combined, and the smile is captivating!

The silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded with knives and guns. With the wave of the young man in white, the chic piano sound stopped abruptly, and the dance of the young man in red also stopped with a beautiful turn. For a while, the whole hall was silent. After a while, a flood of applause came over us.

With smiles in his eyes and lips, Cong Rong waved his fan and waved to the boy behind him, said a few words in a low voice, and then laughed in an unfathomable way, but He Junzhi was already taken away by this wonderful scene Concentrated, his excited fingers trembled a little, "It's rare in the world to have such a beautiful piano sound and peerless dancing posture."

The young man ran to the old bustard and said something in a low voice, she smiled knowingly, twisted her waist and walked into the backstage, not long after, the two young masters came out.

The young man in red was charming and affectionate, and when he saw Cong Rong and He Junzhi, he smiled and saluted, "Qi Ji greets the two young men." The young man in white standing beside him stood there like a bamboo , didn't say hello or speak, and didn't even take off the silver mask on his face.

Cong Rong waved to Yingying and Yanyan beside him, and after everyone left, he raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Young Master Qi Ji's dance is really eye-opening. Cong has offended the two, why doesn't this young man playing the piano show his true colors?"

Qi Ji tugged at the sleeve of the young man in white, and the man said in a low voice unwillingly, "I'm under Ye Xing."

The broken jade-like voice carries the indifference of being thousands of miles away, which makes people unable to help but look at him again. He is dressed in white with white sleeves and white shoes, and his whole body is cold and unpopular, but the lips that are exposed under the silver mask With a touch of bright color, it looks a little seductive.

Cong Rong was not angry at being treated like this, he waved his fan and said with a smile: "Ye Xinggong played a good piano, I really appreciate it, why don't we go into the cabinet and have a good communication."

These words are extremely shameless, like a hooligan, He Junzhi sighed helplessly in his heart, knowing that he is a Qing, but still saying such stupid words is really... Shame, just want to stop it, but was caught A slender hand grabbed the sleeve.

As soon as he turned his head, his eyes met a bright smiling face. Qiji could see that He Junzhi was a gentle man, definitely a master who had no taste for love, so he felt teasing in his heart. In He Junzhi's arms, she said petitely: "Young Master He, why do you always look at Ye Xing? Could it be that the one I found is not as beautiful as him? Does the young master despise me?"

He Junzhi trembled violently, because he was a gentleman and had a bad temper, he pushed him away, but his face turned red, "Qi, Mr. Qiji, what are you doing... What are you doing?"

Seeing He Junzhi like this, Qiji laughed in his heart, "Master He, let's stop looking at these things, Qiji will accompany you to go outside for a walk, it's fine to leave this place for Mr. Cong."

As he said that, he even smiled coquettishly, and he dragged the somewhat stupid He Junzhi out of the attic, leaving behind a beautiful figure.

Cong Rong and Ye Xing were the only two left in the room. Cong Rong acted like a son-in-law, waving his fan cross-legged and smiling without saying a word. Ye Xing was clenched by his angry fist just now, but I don't even bother to deal with this rascal.

"Master Ye Xing, what are you doing so far away from me? Are you afraid that I will eat you up? Come, have a glass of wine, let's chat?"

Ye Xing snorted coldly, "I'm sorry Master Cong, Ye Xing can't handle alcohol."

Cong Rong poured out the wine, and frowned childishly, "Oh... I just asked you to talk to me, why are you so disappointed, I admire you for playing the piano well, and even want to make you a confidant, you are so unkind Giving face really hurts my heart."

As he spoke, he covered his face with a fan in aggrieved manner, wishing to shed a few tears in a moment of emotion, Ye Xing's face was expressionless, his lips were tightly pursed, but this time he sat down cooperatively.

He picked up the teapot and poured tea for himself and Cong Rong, raised a pair of jade-like hands, and said, "Since Mr. Cong is sincere, Ye Xing will not shirk it. He just hopes to use tea instead of wine to show a little care."

Cong Rong squinted his eyes and looked at him, his jet-black pupils dimmed, and then he stretched out his hand without taking the teacup for no apparent reason, "Mr. Ye Xing, this tea must be drunk, but...meeting is fate." , why don’t you show your true colors to others? Could it be that you are afraid that others will recognize you.”

Ye Xing paused with his slender fingers, then smiled, and said as if the iceberg had melted: "My lord is joking, I'm a mere entertainer, why do I care about this, it's because my appearance is so lacklustre, I can't catch your eyes."

As he said that, he couldn't help but put the cup in front of Cong Rong. Cong Rong raised his eyebrows and didn't pursue it. As soon as he grabbed Ye Xing's hand and the cup in his hand, Ye Xing's fingertips trembled instantly. Shrinking back, Cong Rong stubbornly pulled, and said with a smile: "In this case, I will not force it. Cong is a person who cherishes flowers, and he will never do things that hurt people's hearts. What do you say?" Isn't that right, Young Master Yexing?"

Cong Rong's fingertips were ambiguously drawing on Ye Xing's palm, and his index finger was drawing on the rim of the teacup. His smile was really pretty, but in Ye Xing's eyes, this smile became a shameless pervert, wishing to take a knife Gouged out his hateful eyes.

Feeling depressed, he still drank tea on the surface.

Cong Rong took the cup and drank it in one gulp, then unfolded his fan and said, "I've drunk the tea, thank you for the love, Mr. Ye Xing, please come back, don't ruin Qing Guan's reputation with me."

Ye Xing thought that Cong Rong would brazenly pester him, and was still thinking about how to escape, but he let him go so easily, which was far beyond his expectations.

Cong Rong saw Ye Xing staring in disbelief, and smirked: "Don't tell me Mr. Ye Xing doesn't want to leave? Then it's okay to have fun with me." As he said that, he stepped forward rascally, and walked from behind He hugged Ye Xing.

The slender waist was bound by a light blue belt, which just outlined a beautiful shape. Cong Rong was distracted, and raised his hand to touch it. Ye Xing trembled angrily, and hurriedly shook off the rascal behind him, gnashing his teeth: "Shameless!" !"

Cong Rong waved his fan and said with a wicked smile, "Thanks to Mr. Ye Xing for the compliment."

"Hmph!" Ye Xing stroked the silver mask on his face, flicked his sleeves and walked out of the room, leaving Cong Rong alone, smiling with confidence in his hands.

In the dead of night, when the silvery moonlight filled the backyard of Nuanying Pavilion, Cong Rong swayed in the crooked corridor with a jar of wine in his arms, humming a little song as he walked, "It's too late to meet each other." , resentment goes back sick, willow silk grows jade, it is hard to tie..."

He staggered, his figure floated, his brocade robe was loosely hung on his body, and the fan he carried was pinned to his waist. No matter how he looked, he looked like a flamboyant dude, if it wasn't for the sign of "Six Doors" pinned to his waist , who would have guessed that the drunkard turned out to be the number one player in the six doors.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed behind the bushes, jumped over the beautifully drawn beams, and disappeared in a flash.

"Young and far away, affectionate and easy to throw away, I don't want to have legs touching, faces hugging, hands holding each other... ha ha... hiccup... faces hugging, hands holding... Miaozai Miaozai! Haha..."

At this time, a silver light suddenly appeared and struck from behind. He hugged the wine jar and hummed a song, but he dodged it by shaking his body. A sharp hidden weapon instantly hit the opposite flower window, making a dull sound.

Cong Rong didn't seem to know what happened at all, and continued to walk forward cheerfully, when a hidden weapon flew towards him, his figure flashed, and no one saw how he did it, so he dodged it.

Ye Xing, who was hiding in the dark, cursed secretly: This shameless bastard is really lucky.

Cong Rong smiled and picked up the hidden weapon on the ground, looked at it, hiccupped, and muttered: "This thing looks really interesting, I don't know which naughty child threw it, hiccup...hehe...since If this is the case, then I have to give it back..."

As he said that, he threw it casually, and the hidden weapon flew towards Ye Xing's direction with a sharp edge. Ye Xing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he jumped up to dodge a few times. Before it's too late, it's time to do it!

Ye Xing flashed out from behind the tree, drew a sharp sword from his waist, and attacked Cong Rong. Cong Rong raised the corners of his mouth, but without looking back, he threw away the jar in his hand and said with a smile: "Young Master Ye Xing, Or should I call you 'Jade Face Pirate Immortal' Qiao Yu? Oh, Cong has been waiting for a long time."

Qiao Yu paused, and then her movements became fierce: "You recognized me a long time ago?"

Cong Rong took out his fan, resisted his attack calmly, and said with a smile: "You and I have fought so many times, if I can't even recognize your figure, I might as well let you do the six-door headhunter." .”

Qiao Yu's sword was so fast that he couldn't see the way. It was as light and nimble as a ribbon, but the sword aura carried a murderous aura, "How do you know I'm in Nuanying Pavilion?"

Cong Rong snatched the sword energy sideways, and his fan danced as freely as flowing water, "Is there any brothel in this capital that I haven't visited before? Suddenly two romantic men of unknown origin came to Nuanying Pavilion, one who liked , a Xi Hongyi, isn't it you and your little junior brother?"

"What's more..." Cong Rong dragged his tone, "I have touched your figure with my own hands, how could I admit my mistake."

"You are shameless!" Qiao Yu became furious, and rolled up a sword flower, "Today I will kill your dog!"

Just when the momentum was like a rainbow, Qiao Yu's eyes suddenly blurred, his figure staggered, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

Cong Rong smiled and unfolded his folding fan, looked at him from a distance and said, "Young Master Qiao, if you want to poison your teacup, you have to hide it from my eyes. Ruanjinsan tastes good, right?"

"You!... What did you do to the cup?" Qiao Yu couldn't stand up and fell to the ground. The moonlight shone on the silver mask, leaving a clear back like a brilliance, which was not like ordinary people.

Cong Rong's eyes dimmed, and he said, "I just touched something on your teacup."

Qiao Yu was so angry that he couldn't speak, his body became weaker and weaker, as if half of the strength in his whole body had been taken away by someone, gradually a hot current gushed out from his body, and it was soft and numb from the waist down.

"What else did you put? Why did I...I..." Qiao Yu blushed, her ears were as red as ripe pomegranate flowers, and the silver mask fell off, revealing a jade-like painted face like an exile.

Cong Rong was also taken aback, he knew the poison he had given himself the most, there was really nothing else but Ruanjinsan, but Qiao Yu's reaction was as if... he had been poisoned by an aphrodisiac.

Thinking carefully about the dragon's Qimai, Cong Rong smiled wryly, how could he have been forgotten by such an important matter, the tea in Nuanying Pavilion was mixed with aphrodisiac drugs, and the ingredients of Ruan Jin San happened to be the medicine of this medicine, Directly maximize the efficacy of the medicine.

"It's so hot...I feel uncomfortable..." Qiao Yu's sanity gradually lost, he couldn't see anything in a daze, his body was burning like fire, and he urgently needed something to reduce the fire. He grabbed Cong Rong's hand and felt It was exceptionally cool, and she snuggled into his arms directly, trembling all over.

Cong Rong didn't expect things to develop to this point, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while.Although everyone in the capital knew that he was a romantic son, no one knew that it was all for others to see. What he liked in his heart was the "Jade Face Thief" in his arms who always opposed him and stole all the treasures in the world.

He has long forgotten when he started to fall in love with this kind of game of cat chasing mice. Seeing Qiao Yu tossing Hu Tianhai in the palm of his hand, but always being found by himself, his heart became a pool of clear water. .

"How many times can you be arrested and brought to justice, but you are soft-hearted and let you go, why do you want to come back again?"

Cong Rong sighed, picked up Qiao Yu and walked into the cubicle. Qiao Yu, who was lying on the bed, was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry. He tore his collar in a daze, his white chest was exposed, with a seductive look on his face. The blush of the person makes people want to hug and kiss a few times.

Cong Rong's eyes were as black as the night, but he forced himself to be calm, and helped Qiao Yu cover the quilt with steady mind, "I'll get you some cold water, just take a dip and you'll be fine."

As he said that, he got up quickly, he was not Liu Xiahui, he was not moved when he saw the person he liked lying on the bed without reservation, but Qiao Yu grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't go...I'm so uncomfortable...you...help me..." Qiao Yu felt the blood in his whole body rushing towards XIA, and the part that represented the man had already flowed out emotional fluid hard, he knew that he What was he doing, but he was conquered by desire, so he had to show such a fragile expression.

Cong Rong clenched his fists and tried not to look at him, patted his head and said, "Be good, you won't feel uncomfortable in a while, you are sincerely hurting me by not letting me go."

A tear suddenly dropped from the corner of Qiao Yu's bright eyes, and it ran across Ruyu's cheek. His fingers touched Cong Rong's emotional part, and he whispered, "Don't leave...I really can't take it anymore..." He said it with difficulty. He got up, straddled Cong Rong, and rubbed Cong Rong with his stiff parts.

Cong Rong took a deep breath, sweat dripped from his forehead, he gritted his teeth, and looked down at Qiao Yu.

Flour-faced peach blossoms, charming lips, messy clothes hanging on white shoulders, seductive lips slightly pursed, moist eyes staring at herself, really wronged.

Cong Rong cursed inwardly, turned over and pressed Qiao Yu under him, "Qiao Yu, I hope you will remember what you said when you wake up."

After speaking, he desperately kissed her...

One night in Wushan, the silk brocade quilt was full of tenderness like water, thick breathing and ambiguous murmurs, which made the night extraordinarily quiet, with a bright moon in the sky, but she also blushed quietly and hid behind the clouds...

Waking up early in the morning, Qiao Yu, who was tired all night, was still sleeping in his arms. Cong Rong kissed his wet temples contentedly, but someone knocked on the door.

Cong Rong got up quietly and opened the door. A teenage boy stood at the door holding a food box and said with a smile, "My lord, this is what my shopkeeper asked me to bring to you."

Cong Rong asked puzzledly: "What does Ouyang mother mean by this? Why did you give this to me?"

The servant smiled and said, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. My shopkeeper has prepared mooncakes for every guest staying overnight. Young Master He and Young Master Qi Ji next door also have some. You can accept it, Young Master."

Cong Rong nodded with a smile, took the mooncakes, and after sending the boy away, he quietly opened the food box, and there were six round mooncakes inside, and a bottle of fine wine as a gift.

The note inside fell out, picked it up and took a look: "Full moon festival, accompanied by good wine, many times, wonderful people are looking forward to, may you be happy, and Nuan Pavilion will come often."

After reading it, Cong Rong burst out laughing immediately. If nothing unexpected, most of the things the bustard sent were mixed with aphrodisiacs. If he hugged Qiao Yu until it was dark, then this little thing should not have the strength to go to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Steal the emperor's white marble tribute bottle, right?

Thinking of this, he took out a round mooncake, thinking about how to trick Qiao Yu into eating it after he woke up...