The bright moon sits on the ground

The night is dark, covered by the stars and the moon, it is a dark night.

Nie Qiu covered the window.

He walked back to the bed, spread out the towel in his hand, wrapped Fang Qisheng's wet long hair in it, rubbed it gently, and let the water droplets on it soak into the dry and soft towel to prevent it from dripping everywhere.

Fang Qisheng leaned on the soft pillow, squinted his eyes and yawned - he slept very early during this time.

The bony fingers passed through the black hair, and carefully wiped off the water droplets with a towel. The warm fingertips occasionally touched the soft scalp. It would be fine if they kept touching it. If there is no distance, the distance from time to time always makes people a little impatient, and it is very grueling, it is tantamount to scratching one's boots.

But it's also easy to get sleepy.

Nie Qiu, who was quietly behind him, spoke at this moment. He asked, "Fang Qisheng, what do you think?"

Fang Qisheng didn't understand what he meant, and because it was inconvenient to turn his head, he didn't know what Nie Qiu's expression was, so he stared at the curtain in front of him, and replied, "What do you think? What exactly are you referring to?" ?”

"I mean..." Fang Qisheng felt that Nie Qiu seemed to be getting closer. The warm and slow breath sprayed on his ear. Nie Qiu paused, as if he was thinking about his words, and then continued after a while. "What do you think of Xiao Xueyang? If you want her to join the Devil's Cult, why don't you discuss it with her directly?"

Xiao Xueyang.

Fang Qisheng vaguely understood where Nie Qiu's unreasonable behavior came from before, "You heard what Jia Lingchang and the others said? I don't think Xiao Xueyang is an outsider? She saved my life, she is your righteous sister, these things It's not a secret, so there's no need to deliberately avoid her. It's good to let her know, and it's easy to discuss anything in the future."

Nie Qiu suddenly realized how ridiculous he had been thinking about before.

Deep scheming and suspicious nature, this was the deepest impression he had on Fang Qisheng in his last life.

But in this life, Fang Qisheng invited Nie Qiu to go with him from the very beginning because of Nie Qiu's help, and he did not abandon him when he encountered the living dead in Qingchang Town. When his consciousness was blurred, Fang Qisheng still stayed by his side, took off the water bag on his waist, handed the bottle to his lips, and helped him to swallow the clear water.

Then came Xiayan City. Fang Qisheng actually didn't talk much along the way. After all, Tan Rongchong's matter had nothing to do with him, but he still chose to follow in silence.Not to mention whether he wanted to observe whether he was suitable to become the right protector of the Demon Sect, just saying that this patience was enough to wash away Nie Qiu's doubts.

Nie Qiu felt that he was thinking too much alone.

He is the Right Protector of the Devil's Cult, and will no longer be the high priest of the imperial court, nor will he be pushed as an example of righteousness.

Fang Qisheng is the leader of the Demon Cult, a confidant he met by chance during his journey, a person who knows how to repay his kindness, is sincere and open-minded.

Fang Qisheng in the previous life is really completely different from Fang Qisheng in this life.

Then, the leader of the Devil's Cult said again: "However, I do want her to join the Devil's Cult. You are right about that."

As soon as Fang Qisheng finished speaking, the people standing behind stopped moving.

A half-wet white towel was covered on top of his head, covering his sight, and then, a laugh that could not be restrained came over, full of wantonness, and perhaps a little bit of relief.

Fang Qisheng was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he stretched out his hand to pull the towel on top of his head, but his wrist was caught again. Although Nie Qiu's strength was not strong, it was not easy to break free. He moved his hand and asked in a muffled voice: "Nie Qiu, what are you doing?"

Also, "What's so funny... your hair is touching me."

Nie Qiu should have leaned over and rested his chin on Fang Qisheng's shoulder, the heavy weight is second to none, the main reason is that when the tail of his hair sweeps across his neck, it will cause bursts of itching, which is uncomfortable and makes people feel uncomfortable Want to laugh and want to escape.

When he laughs, he trembles slightly, his jaw rests on his shoulder, and his Adam's apple sticks to the back of his shoulder. When the laughter escapes his lips and teeth, he slides up and down, which is very obvious. His hair is stained with a smell that belongs to the night alone. Fang Qisheng's own clothes, so the smell of mixed sandalwood and cedar is also hidden, which is different from the cold fragrance. The fragrance is entangled together, and gradually melts into another reassuring breath.

Perhaps because you can't see, your other senses are extra sensitive.Fang Qisheng was distracted for a while, and then he heard Nie Qiu calling his name.

Because he was lying on his shoulders, his voice was indistinct, with a smile in his tone, every word was paused, and the ending was soft.

He said: "I'm afraid that what you say and do is with a purpose, so that I can't tell what is true and what is false."

"So that's what you're thinking about. Do I look like someone who would attack people around me?" Fang Qisheng felt that Nie Qiu's hand was loose, so he broke free, took off the top of his head and let it hang out for a long time Throwing the towel on the chair aside, "Although I am thinking about the future of the Demon Cult in everything, I am not the kind of ruthless person who will do whatever it takes to do whatever it takes."

Turning his head to look at the person leaning on his shoulder, Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu looked at each other for a moment, but they were finally defeated. They couldn't help but reach out to ruffle his hair, and then flicked his forehead gently .

"Now that you've spoken, pack up and wash up, I'm a little sleepy already."

This is a lie.

In fact, the sporadic drowsiness disappeared long ago with the dispersal of Lengxiang.

Fortunately, Nie Qiu didn't notice anything wrong. He said "um", straightened up, and stretched out his hand to untie the belt around his waist.

For the first time in his life, Fang Qisheng grabbed Nie Qiu's hand in such a panic and asked, "What are you going to do again?"

Nie Qiu raised his head to look at him, with a dazed expression, "I'll change into clothes, and I'll return your clothes to you tomorrow after washing them."

Both of them are men, so you can't let Nie Qiu avoid suspicion, can you?Anyway, Fang Qisheng couldn't open his mouth.

So he had no choice but to turn sideways, but out of the corner of his eye he could still see Nie Qiu undoing his belt and taking off his inner jacket from the hem.

The crow-blue undershirt fell from the shoulders and slid down slowly.

First is the smooth skin hidden under the loose black hair. Due to long-term martial arts practice, there are strong muscles on his body, but they are not obvious, at least not visible at all until he takes off his clothes; then the spine , the flesh on both sides was tense, and the middle sank deeply, forming a long and narrow gully, growing vertically on his back... Then, an old wound that could not be ignored abruptly lay across the gully On the top, a breach was recklessly opened, which seemed very disobedient.

Fang Qisheng just glanced at it and couldn't look away.

Nie Qiu, on the other hand, changed his clothes without noticing, and went to call the waiter to boil hot water.

After he came back, he did not know where to take out another token, the whole body was vermilion, flickering cold and piercing light under the flickering candlelight, showing a gold-plated "Song" character on it.

Nie Qiu handed the token to Fang Qisheng, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Song is the name of the current emperor." He said, "This token was given to me by Qi Qianyuan. It can be regarded as a token of avoiding death. At least it can ensure unimpeded passage in the imperial city-he intends to seek power and usurp the throne, and then send The crime of assassinating the Holy Majesty is on my head."

After roughly talking to Fang Qisheng, seeing his pensive look, Nie Qiu asked, "What do you think?"

"It's very strange." Fang Qisheng rubbed the cold token in his hand, and said, "No matter how many reasons there are for not killing you, they are not as convenient as killing you, cutting grass and roots, and leaving no future troubles. I don't know why Qi Qianyuan chose Let you go."

He arranged everything.

Dian Dan not only has attainments in medical skills, but also has superb disguise methods; Zhou Ru was busy, and even An Picai wrote a letter by himself and sent it to King Zhen'e. The Zhang family has settled everything, among other things, at least there is Zhen'e as a way out; in recent days, the masters of the four sects have all gone to the head of the Demon Cult, even if the imperial court wants to do it, considering the mountains and rivers. In terms of distance, you have to carefully consider whether to send troops—not to mention that Nie Qiu left voluntarily, which may cause unpleasant troubles with the court, but sending troops to attack should not happen under normal circumstances.

As for why he went to great lengths to get Nie Qiu to the Devil's Cult, Fang Qisheng felt that this answer was easy to answer.

The rest of the scattered reasons have already been explained clearly enough, and the most important thing is: Nie Qiu knew about Chang Jinyu's disappearance, and once "saw" the place where Chang Jinyu was trapped. One point, not to mention him, if Huang Sheng found out, he would definitely be more excited than him.

As a result, after deliberate planning for such a long time, Nie Qiu told him that not only would the court not pursue him, but he would let him go.

It's true that there is a strangeness in every place, but if you go deeper, you can't tell a reason.

Just like the saying that superstitious and pedantic old people often say, "There is a will in the dark."

But Fang Qisheng didn't believe in these things. Compared with the so-called "God's will", he felt that someone was guiding all this behind the scenes.

"With one Nie family missing, Qi Qianyuan can still cooperate with the four merchant families of Jia, Du, He, and Zeng. People know that they have seized power and usurped the throne', you should be able to tell which is more important, let alone Qi Qianyuan." Fang Qisheng handed the token back to Nie Qiu, "As for what Meng Qiuze said, the relationship between you and Xiao Xueyang Relationship, I don’t think it’s the point. After all, you don’t directly have any friendship with Xiao Wuyin. If Qi Qianyuan really wants to kill you, can you guarantee that Xiao Wuyin will avenge you on impulse? Not to mention the other reasons, They are all cover-ups and superficial excuses that cannot be taken seriously."

"If it's not that Meng Qiuze is lying to you, it means that Qi Qianyuan has other concerns, or there are people behind them secretly manipulating the situation on the chessboard, but I don't understand why I want to help you..."

Fang Qisheng shook his head. He really didn't understand what secret was hidden behind this, but overall, it was a good thing. Although Nie Qiu was blamed, at least he didn't offend Qi Qianyuan, who was about to become emperor, and even sold his favor .

So, for the time being, let's go along with this chess game.

When passing the token over, Fang Qisheng felt that he touched Nie Qiu's finger, which was a little hot, scalding.

Withdrawing his hand subconsciously, the token fell through the gap and sank into the soft bedding, making a lukewarm sound.

Just like his crumbling, uncontrollable mind.

The author has something to say: Nie - I don't like men - Qiu

Fang - Don't Eat Grass by the Nest - Qi Sheng