Miao Jiangke

Qiu Yangui held the silver comb calmly. It's not that he doesn't know how to tie his hair, but the silver ornaments and red strings on the tray made him unable to do it. He froze his body and stretched out his hands to wrap the young master's black hair .

"Shadow Six." Zuo Qingyue caught his expression in his eyes and chuckled lightly.

Ying Liu landed silently, knelt down on one knee, "My subordinate is here."

"What about the things I asked you to prepare yesterday?"

Ying Liu took off the burden on his body and placed it on the table, "Young master, the silver ornaments and brocade clothes are ready."

"En." Zuo Qingyue stood up suddenly, reached out and pressed Qiu Yangui on the chair, "Teach him how to tie his hair, and then simply dress up."

"...Young Master!" Qiu Yangui pursed his lips, sitting there awkwardly, remembering yesterday's punishment, and dared not get up without authorization.

Zuo Qingyue ignored it, leaned against the bed and closed his eyes to rest, and yawned lazily.

"It's inconvenient for you to be dressed next to Master, it's easy to attract attention." Ying Liu whispered.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the bag, took out the silver ornaments inside, and explained in detail how to tie his hair, but in order not to offend the young master, he specially tied Qiu Yangui into a ponytail.

Qiu Yangui wrote it down silently, Ying Liu casually raised his eyes and glanced at the bronze mirror, and was slightly taken aback.

The broken hair in front of his forehead was just right, and his fully exposed face could be seen when the hair was slightly lifted.

Such an appearance definitely does not make people think of an assassin, but just a handsome young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, who is intoxicating.

Needless to say, the assassin suits this attire quite well, and the brocade clothes have not changed yet, and they are already looking handsome.

Ying Liu wanted to take off his clothes for him at first, but the assassin resisted very much, so he went behind the screen and changed.

Ying Liu didn't force it, seeing that it was useless to attend to his own business, he withdrew first.

The screen is nothing more than a gimmick.

Zuo Qingyue opened his eyes at some point, and the shadow on the screen moved slightly slowly, his figure was perfectly outlined, a little indescribably charming.

He sneered slightly, and slowly closed his eyes again.

After a while, Qiu Yangui pulled Jinyi awkwardly, came out and knelt down on one knee, "The young master has been waiting for a long time."

Zuo Qingyue opened his eyes and paused.

It's true that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

The assassin just now had disappeared, replaced by a handsome and heroic young man, Xu was not used to it, he was slightly frowning and lowering his head.

Zuo Qingyue looked at it for a while with an admiring attitude, and became more and more satisfied.

As expected of the person he picked, he looked pleasing to the eye, but his heart was still a bit wild, and it would take some time before he wanted to support a family.

"That's right." He didn't say much, but praised him a little, walked to the table and sat down, "Do you remember how to tie your hair?"

"Remember." Qiu Yan returned.

Zuo Qingyue sat down, half-closed his eyes: "Yes."

It means it's time to start.

Qiu Yangui moved very lightly, pursed his thin lips lightly, and stared intently at the young master's hair, for fear that if he accidentally tore a strand off, he would be tossed about in a different way.

After successfully tying the red rope for him, Qiu Yangui breathed a sigh of relief, "Young master, it's done."

Only then did Zuo Qingyue open his eyes, casually looked at the bronze mirror a few times, and nodded, "That's right, I'm not too stupid."

Qiu Yangui stood on the side speechlessly, the ink rope on his forehead made him a little uncomfortable, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows, the action was a little silly, but it couldn't hold him back.

Zuo Qingyue glanced at him, and ordered, "Pack up, we'll leave later."

"Yes."

Although he didn't know where he was going, he didn't ask much, turned around and tidied up the house, Zuo Qingyue didn't stay, and went out alone, presumably to have dinner.

After Qiu Yangui finished tidying up, he hurried downstairs, there were many people with different costumes sitting in the front yard of the restaurant, he didn't look at them much, he just took a quick glance, there were knights in strong attire and nobles in brocade clothes.

It's not noisy, but it's also lively.

Even so, he still saw the young master at a glance.

There is no other reason. The young master is neither like a chivalrous man dressed in bold clothes nor a noble man with gold and jade around him. He has a stunning appearance, a dusty temperament and the unique mystery of Miaojiang...

Zuo Qingyue frowned slightly, looking at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, Qiu Yangui regained consciousness in an instant, striding forward, the brocade clothes were blown up by the wind, it looked quite bright, and for a while, many eyes were dimly discernible fell upon them.

Qiu Yan returned to the station and subconsciously wanted to kneel down on one knee. Zuo Qingyue unhurriedly reached out and grabbed him by the back of the collar, and sat down beside him, saying calmly, "Eat slowly, for brother Wait for you."

"...Yes, brother." Qiu Yangui didn't know which part he sang, so he nodded in agreement and quickly started to eat.

Anyway, he still remembers his "identity", he eats fairly well, Zuo Qingyue looks at him quietly, as if he is really a kind and loving brother.

Looking at it, it seems a bit brotherly and respectful.

"Sister... brother, I'm ready." Qiu Yangui put down the bowl and said in a low voice, a martial arts practitioner has keen senses, thanks to Zuo Qingyue, he ate a meal like a light on his back.

Among them, I am afraid that there are many unkind comers.

Zuo Qingyue responded indifferently, and when he got up, his face suddenly turned cold, his cold eyes swept around, and those vague eyes were instantly retracted, he specially stayed on some people for a while, and then he leisurely looked towards Qiu Yan returned, "Let's go."

A carriage was waiting in front of the restaurant.

The groom is an unfamiliar face, with his head bowed in silence.

Qiu Yangui followed the young master in a regular manner. Seeing that Zuo Qingyue had already boarded the carriage, he didn't know whether he should follow or go with the groom, so he stood there and hesitated for a while, without moving.

The curtain was lifted by a hand with sharp knuckles, and a faint voice came, "What are you doing in a daze, come up."

Qiu Yangui replied: "Yes."

The carriage is not small, but no matter how big it is, there is only so much space. Zuo Qingyue's sleeve robe with Lengxiang can touch him with a slight movement. Although he has been alone with the young master Zuo, it is still different after all. Jinyi Assassin Feeling uncomfortable, the word cramped was written all over his body.

Zuo Qingyue closed his eyes and rested his mind, leaning lazily, "Let's go to Lushan today, just call my brother outside later."

Lu Shan belongs to the lineage of the Sword Sect, one of the few sects that Tunyun Pavilion has made friends with, the strength of the first sword sect should not be underestimated, but the master of the Sword Sect seems to have a very good personal relationship with the young master of Miao Jiang, so we don't know whether the rumors are true or not.

"Yes."

Qiu Yan returned to sit upright, seeing that the young master did not make any more sound, he also closed his eyes slightly, the room was quiet, only the sound of wheels rolling over the ground remained.

When he opened his eyes again, the carriage had arrived at Xunlong Mountain.

The mountain mist shrouded the ancient trees in the sky, and with the accumulation of years and months, it was difficult to see the sun in the mountains. It was dark and humid, and the light suddenly became obscure.

Suddenly, Qiu Yangui's slightly squinted eyes opened completely, and he grasped the saber with his fingers in an instant, holding his breath, his originally soft eyebrows and eyes became dangerous and fierce.

And Zuo Qingyue at the side also opened his eyes at some point, slowly pulled up the coat that had slipped off his shoulders, and yawned lazily.

The coachman reined in his horse slightly, bowed his head and remained silent.

There was a slight sound of drawing the bow, something was coming quickly through the wind, Qiu Yangui quickly dodged out, the brocade robe was blowing, he jumped into the air with his hair raised, and swung his sword down!

"Om—" The arrow feathers were split by the blade, and the blade hummed, and the dead soldiers who were ambushing in the dark rushed out!

Sure enough, as he expected, Lushan was approaching, and there must be an ambush.