Young man, rich and easy to talk

The cock crowed three times, and Qin Xichao woke up from the couch on time. Before he opened his eyes, he felt empty in his arms. He was used to touching his side, wanting to bring him back to sleep again.

As a result, the quilt was cold.

Qin Xichao woke up completely, sat up leaning on his arms, called "Wu Ming?", and also scanned the middle of the room - there was really no one there.

He casually picked up the outer robe hanging at the side, put it on his shoulders and went out. He searched all over the yard, beside the flower garden, and on the pier, but he didn't even catch a tail.

Even asking, no one has seen Tang Wuming.

Qin Xichao felt an ominous feeling in his heart, turned his head immediately, and hurried to the Mo Pavilion. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard noise and laughter in the closed door.

Yuan Le, who had just woken up, was wearing half-drawn clothes, and pushed Qin Feng with sleepy eyes, watching the white porcelain medicine bowl in his hand resisting death.

The bowl was filled with half a thick black concoction, which was reflected by the pale porcelain color, making it even more bitter.

"Xiao Le is obedient!" Qin Feng frowned seriously, holding a bowl to his mouth, "The doctor said, take a bowl in the morning and evening, and you will recover quickly from this illness."

Yuan Le covered her mouth, "I won't drink it, I won't eat sweets in the future, and I won't drink this bitter medicine either!"

This medicine cures tooth decay only secondly, the most important thing is to wake up the mind and regulate the qi, and it will not be easy for a day. Although he is happy that Yuan Le will continue to be carefree like this, but it is not a solution for a long time.

Qin Feng coaxed and persuaded him to tug on his sleeve, "Xiao Le, good boy, I'll give you candy after you drink the medicine, and I'll let you hug me when I sleep from now on, okay?"

"..." Yuan Le's eyes lit up, "What did you say? No quilts are allowed between the beds tonight!"

Qin Feng nodded helplessly.

Yuan Le took the bowl suspiciously, and as soon as he sipped it to his lips, he heard Qin Feng let out a sigh of relief. The medicine he licked his upper lip was very bitter. With a sigh, he suddenly became annoyed.

He slapped the bowl and threw it to the ground, "I won't drink it, you lied to me!"

"I..." Qin Feng watched the broken porcelain shattered all over the floor, and the freshly boiled medicine spilled all over his body, "Where did I lie to you, you, this medicine..."

"Hmph!" Yuan Le got up angrily, and left without paying attention to him.

As a result, the hem of the clothes hanging on his body grew to his feet, he stretched out his feet, stepped on the clothes, and rushed forward in one fell swoop.

Qin Feng quickly stretched out his hand to grab it, but only caught a fluttering piece of sleeve, the man was still falling uncontrollably, he rushed to protect him one step ahead.

With a plop, Yuan Le hit Qin Feng's body and fell to the ground, and the two of them rolled into a ball on the spot.

"Yeah!" Yuan Le suddenly called out, "Your hand is broken!"

"It's okay, I was scratched by a tile, and it will be fine in a while."

"I...I didn't mean to."

"I didn't scold you, what are you doing with your face down. You just need to know that this medicine is hard to come by, and stop being petty in the future!"

"Oh."

He promised very simply and neatly, but Qin Feng didn't know how true or false it was. Yuan Le's petty temper was that he had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, even if he died, he would not change it, and he would commit the same wrong again after being wronged this time.

Qin Feng also has nothing to do with him, he really owed this little ancestor in his previous life, why did he become so greasy and crooked from the first meeting?

Qin Feng sighed in his heart, and pushed the little ancestor lying on his body.

It happened that Qin Xi opened the door with a palm, and saw two people piled up on the floor, Qin Feng put his hand on Yuan Le's chest, and Yuan Le rode the people underneath with aggrieved faces.

As soon as the door was lit, Qin Feng thought it was some subordinate, looked up, and his neck straightened at a glance.

"... Zhuang, Zhuangzhu?" Qin Feng smiled stiffly, and quietly retracted his hands from Yuan Le's chest.This posture is that Qin Feng is lying there sprawled, Yuan Le is sitting on his waist, still disheveled.

Qin Xichao was in a hurry to find someone, but he didn't expect this scene in the room.I had no choice but to take a step back on the spot, and turned slightly sideways, "Yuan Le is still young, Qin Feng, you don't have to be in a hurry."

Qin Feng's heart was like tears.

He gave a few more earnest instructions, then remembered his original intention, and turned around to ask, "Have you seen Wuming?"

Qin Feng pushed the kid on his body away, and got up, "Mr. Tang?" Thinking, "No."

"..." Qin Xi's face turned gray.

"What's wrong with Mr. Tang?" Qin Feng asked, standing up straight.

Qin Xichao didn't make a sound.

Qin Feng has followed his owner for so many years, if he can't read his expression, he is incompetent!He nodded knowingly, straightened his sleeves and walked out, and said respectfully, "Your subordinate will go find you right away."

Qin Xi looked at Yuan Le in the room, shook his head and stopped him, "No, I just came to ask if you saw it, maybe I went to the city to play again."

Qin Feng frowned.

Yuan Le didn't understand what they said, so she just tore off the corner of her clothes and wrapped it around Qin Feng's hand with the small cut. A position that does not interfere with palm movement.

For Yuan Le, it is instinctive to bandage when injured, but Qin Feng seems very worried.

After he finished everything, Qin Feng suddenly remembered something, raised his head and said to Qin Xi, "I remember, Mr. Tang came here last night and said he wanted to find Yuan Le."

Qin Xichao lifted his spirits.

"I coaxed Yuan Le to meet him, but he didn't say a word, and finally left with a sigh." Qin Feng recalled, going through the scene of last night in his mind, "Oh yes, He is also carrying a light crossbow, which is the one when we first met."

"I asked him if he was there, and he said he was bored and shot sparrows."

Qin Xi's eyebrows became more serious.

"No," Yuan Le, who had been muffled and mute beside him, suddenly said, and the two looked at him together, but Yuan Le still looked indifferent, "It's not like that."

"What do you mean?" Qin Feng asked him.

Yuan Le tilted his head to look at him, "That crossbow arrow is not for shooting birds, haven't you seen that the arrow tails are sharp with barbs, they are not for shooting birds."

He didn't know that the two people on the side were already eager to listen to the next sentence, and they were still scratching their heads and stretching their feet slowly, pulling the clothes on their shoulders before continuing, "...that's a murderer."

Qin Xichao was shocked in place.

Yuan Le repeated, "He's going to kill someone."

Qin Feng saw that the face of the owner changed again and again, so he quickly covered Yuan Le's mouth to keep him from talking nonsense.

Yuan Le didn't take this kind of trick, and didn't let him say that he insisted on talking, so he slapped Qin Feng on the back of the hand and said, "I didn't talk nonsense, and he is not the only one in Qianmanmen who uses crossbows. When killing people, they polish the crossbow arrows to look like hooks!"

He stretched out a finger and compared it to the arrow, "A crossbow arrow has a hook, as long as it can penetrate the body, it can hook away the flesh and blood. It’s a one-hit kill, and the blood seals the throat.”

Qin Xichao listened to his speech with depression, clenched and loosened his fists——Tang Wuming suffered from haemorrhoids, even if he was lent 1 courage, he would not dare to kill people.

Who would have thought that Yuan Le's next sentence would give Qin Xichao a slap in the face, "...so it is said that if you shoot through Yang with a hundred steps, the arrow with good skills will pass through, and the person will die before the blood splashes out."

Qin Xichao didn't see how Tang Wuming used the crossbow, even the first time they met, the arrows he shot were not aimed at the head, and they couldn't hurt him at all.

In the final analysis, Qin Xichao didn't know what his arrow skills were.

During the two months of getting along, his only thought was to keep Tang Wuming, no matter what his past was, no matter what his status was, as long as he could stay by his side, everything would be fine.

But one day when Tang Wuming disappeared, he realized that there were some things that he could not care about just because he said he didn't care, just like now, when others speculated that he was going to kill someone, he didn't know where to look for him.

Qin Xichao's mind was a little confused, he took a step back and before Yuan Le finished speaking, he turned around and rushed out.

"The lord—"

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To the northwest of Fufeng Mountain Villa is a low mountain. Although the mountain is not high, it is densely forested. There are many lively small animals and birds in it. If the sun is fine, many fresh wild animals can be caught.

It's just that Fufeng Mountain Villa is rich and powerful, so you can get whatever you want, even if you want to eat the roe deer meat in the snowy mountains, it's a matter of minutes, and no one will go to this mountain to catch any wild animals.

A gray-white hare in the undergrowth moved its mouth to chew and eat, but it didn't know that a bright crossbow arrow was aimed at itself ten steps away.

Tang Wuming lay on his stomach in the grass, with one eye squinted, and his fingers did not move on the spring.

He has carried the light crossbow for many years. Although he has stabbed and stabbed many people, he has never killed anything. Thinking that after the arrow was shot, the rabbit must have rolled across the ground bloody, and then After dying, Tang Wuming lost all strength.

Today's rabbit, tomorrow's people.

If he doesn't do it, can he expect others to do it for him?

Tang Wuming's heart was hardened, the spring core clicked, and the crossbow arrow went straight through the wind, and the flesh and blood burst open ten steps away. Fortunately, he was far away and didn't look carefully.

The rabbit rolled over twice and then became silent. Tang Wuming took a deep breath and walked over with his mind set.

"Brother Rabbit, Brother Rabbit, although you died at my hands today, I can't help myself..." He moved there while muttering, "There are also wild dogs on this mountain, and death is better than being killed by that mad dog." Let's kill them and you will say yes."

Slowly rubbing against the dead rabbit, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head to take a look, his gray and white fur was stained with red, Tang Wuming forced himself not to close his eyes or turn his head...

He didn't hold on until the last moment, he was short of breath, dizzy and uncomfortable, bent over and pulled out the short arrow, and ran all the way from the mountain forest to the lake at the foot of the mountain.

He bent down and took a few breaths, then saw the bloody arrow in his hand, and hurriedly threw it far away.

"Nothing!" Tang Wuming simply sat on the grass, hammered his legs and scolded himself.

After hammering and scolding, he looked up at the sky halfway up, the sky above his head was bright and white clouds were blooming, and the warm sun wrapped his whole body, which was extremely comfortable.

If I could bask in the sun like this forever, never have to worry about any messy tasks, never have to see the blood of the black paint, and never have to return to the poisonous miasma full of money... How great it would be.

Once this kind of thought popped up, it was like a sprout that took root, and four tendrils crawled all over his mind. The more he wanted to disperse them, the more crazy they would grow.

Could he not go back?Tang Wuming twitched the corner of his mouth slightly thinking.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a cloud of hot air in his chest, burning from his stomach to his throat, making him want to vomit.Tang Wuming turned around, and really half-kneeled on the grass and started to vomit.

Uncomfortable, as uncomfortable as my heart is about to burn.

Why did it suddenly... Could it be because of seeing blood? I didn't have this problem before.Tang Wuming tightly clutched a handful of weeds with his fingers, and a slight cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After gasping for a while, I felt the strange burning sensation gradually subside.

Tang Wuming sat on the ground slumped, unable to figure out what was wrong with his body, he would go back later and ask Doctor Wen to take a look.

"Wu Ming—!"

A cry came from far away, Tang Wuming only heard the voice that was so familiar to him, before he could respond in time, he was pulled up from the ground by the elbow of the person who came rushing with lightness kung fu.

He was directly caught in an embrace, firmly, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.