The rivers and lakes can't stand it

The setting sun slanted into the window lattice and fell on Mu Huarong's face, like a little rouge.

Mu Huarong was drawing eyebrows in front of a bronze mirror, the snail in the box was already thin, the pen was thin and long, it was moving between her blue fingers, but suddenly disappeared in the next second.

She sighed softly, and naturally supported her temples with her finger that lost her pen, her posture was still very beautiful, then she stood up while supporting the table, turned her head to look out of the window, her expression was indifferent, and she could not see any joy Anger, sorrow and joy: "The skills are not as good as others, why bother to sacrifice my life in vain, and also wasted my pen."

Under the fiery red sunset, ripples suddenly appeared on the supposedly calm surface of the lake, splashing a small splash.

From the night when Qiu Zhuoxue brought Song Shutang back, Mu Huarong knew that trouble would definitely come to her, but she just didn't expect it to come so quickly and so quickly... and so lame.

When Mu Huarong walked down the small building, Qiu Zhuoxue had already arrived, Wanfeng Xiaozhu was like his home, one would inevitably dress casually at home, and Qiu Zhuoxue was the same.

His clothes are very wide, and his sleeves are also very big. He looks like a fairy, and the setting sun reflects on his long black hair, like a fairy left in the world.

The water of the lake has been dyed golden red by the setting sun, reminiscent of maple leaves in autumn. Mu Huarong was not in a hurry when he saw that the water was still bubbling a few times. Instead, he started gossiping: "I decided to plant some maple trees , When autumn comes, the leaves will look beautiful when they fall on the lake.”

Her voice was relaxed and leisurely, as if she didn't care that someone had just fallen into the water.

"Then what about these peach trees?" Qiu Zhuoxue looked at the water flowers carefully, and smiled slightly, "You just said last year that the peach blossoms are plump and beautiful, and it looks very charming."

Mu Huarong gave him a sideways look, then smiled charmingly, and looked again: "Don't you know that I have always had a big appetite? Forget it, let's not talk about it, I just put on my makeup, have you seen that?"

Qiu Zhuoxue sighed: "Do I look blind?"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Mu Huarong said.

As soon as her words fell, Qiu Zhuoxue's man had already reached the surface of the water. His qinggong has always been very good and beautiful, and his water skills are also very good. Mu Huarong was going to appreciate it for a while, but it's a pity that greedy people always It took some work, and she had to start at once.

When Qiu Zhuoxue fished out the people from the lake, Mu Huarong also came back carrying a dozen or so hidden weapons. When he walked over, his ten fingers were loosened suddenly, and they clanged to the ground, among which flying needles and short nails were the most. There are also locust rocks and larger darts, these hidden weapons are of different weights and shapes, ordinary people may not be able to hold them, but Mu Huarong looks more relaxed than when he was picking up the eyebrow pencil.

"I'm afraid this man runs a blacksmith's shop." Mu Huarong sighed, "I thought it would be great to hide hundreds of secrets on a person's body, but this person can hide hundreds of hidden weapons on his body. I just don't know how he hid it."

"It seems that your thorny peach tree ran away by itself." Qiu Zhuoxue smiled, "But it is very conscientious, knowing how to throw some fruits down."

Mu Huarong looked at the man who had his acupuncture points on the ground, and said slowly: "Although I haven't seen Lao Taoshu's face, there are not many people in the Jianghu who are so vicious with hidden weapons. There are even fewer who don’t dare to meet. Now I have two in my mind. There is only one who dares to save the wind. Although he didn’t show up, I already know who he is. It’s the one who showed up. I didn't recognize it."

She really couldn't recognize it, but the drowned chicken on the ground had a face of a foreign country, the clothes were soaked in water, and it was wet against the body, it could be seen that the figure was tall and generous, even with the eyes of the Central Plains, it could be regarded as handsome , with a strange-looking scimitar on his waist. Although the knife is hidden in the sheath, its murderous aura is extremely shocking.

It's strange that this foreigner is here to join in the fun, and he doesn't use a sword.

"For a big tree from a foreign country, it is inevitable that it will not adapt to the climate when it first arrives in the Central Plains." Qiu Zhuoxue said, "He would not be so easily restrained by you."

Mu Huarong was always convinced by Qiu Zhuoxue's judgment, so when she heard it like this, she could hear the meaning behind her words.

This scimitar man is more capable than Mu Huarong. He had no intention of hiding his whereabouts from the beginning, and now he has been hit by acupuncture points without moving. This is obviously not the reason for preparing to hurt someone secretly, and there may be something hidden in it .

The foreign man who had been pricked by the eyebrow pencil and then fell into the water lay on the ground, staring at them with a pair of eyes, with a look of shock and anger.

Murahong smiled faintly: "What are you looking at? After living for decades, I still don't know the truth about being a guest. Now that I've passed through the water again, it looks like it's just a piece of rotten wood. I'd better reincarnate as soon as possible and re-study the principles. Don't try to learn again." People come to roam the rivers and lakes."

Her eyes sharpened, and she was about to slap her palms down, but she saw the man glaring at her, and then quickly closed her eyes, with an appearance of going to death calmly, and said coldly: "Despicable! If you want to kill, kill, I don't, I'm afraid you."

His Central Plains dialect is not fluent, and he stutters and pauses when he speaks, which really makes people laugh.

"Oh." Mu Huarong raised her eyebrows. Her dark green brush flew too early and she hadn't had time to finish the painting. The green on her eyebrows faded a little, so she didn't show majesty, but instead she had an air of anger and laughter, " It turned out to be a hard bone.”

Her palm had the momentum of cracking rocks and mountains, and it was not difficult to hit his head, but when it finally landed on the man's face, it just slapped him hard.

"You—" half of the man's face suddenly swelled up, he opened his closed eyes, and looked at Mu Huarong in shock and anger.

"Hmph, at such a young age, your mouth is full of life and death." Mu Huarong said disdainfully, "Why, you are not afraid of death, but are you afraid of a slap?"

The man only felt a burning pain on his cheek, and tasted a bit of blood in his mouth. He was not fluent in his speech, and now he was even more slurred. He said angrily, "Why are you so afraid?! You! Shrew!"

Mu Huarong almost couldn't hold back her laughter, and put on a serious face: "You are hiding outside the women's boudoir and peeping, isn't it mean at all, is it what a man did?"

The man stopped talking immediately, and the other half of his well-behaved face flushed. Obviously, most of the truths in the world are the same, and he didn't think standing outside a woman's boudoir was something a man should do.

"I, for money." After a while, the man suddenly choked out a few more words, "No, look at you."

Qiu Zhuoxue: "..."

Mu Huarong: "..."

Mu Huarong suddenly sighed: "This sentence is even more insulting than looking at me. Do you think I should slap him a dozen times?"

Qiu Zhuoxue took a step back calmly, and said politely, "Please."

This is of course a joke, let's not say that Mu Huarong is not a woman, even if he is really a woman, it is not enough to slap this foreign man more than a dozen times for this sentence.

But since it is a killer seeking money, this matter is much easier to handle, so she just looked down at the man, and suddenly said: "Are you short of money?"

If it can be solved with money, Mu Huarong doesn't mind giving generously, anyway, money is what she has the most.

The foreign man fell silent, and after a while, he chattered in humiliation, his expression unexpectedly solemn.Most of Mu Huarong's business is in the Central Plains. No matter how knowledgeable she is, she still can't understand everything. She doesn't know whether the other party said yes or no, so she subconsciously looked at Qiu Zhuoxue. .

Qiu Zhuoxue looked down at the lake, and the golden sunset reflected a little sadness on his face.

Having known each other for such a long time, every time Qiu Zhuoxue showed such an expression, she must have encountered some serious troubles, and Mu Huarong's heart suddenly became aroused: "Did he say something serious?"

"No." Qiu Zhuoxue shook her head.

Mu Huarong asked curiously, "Then what are you doing with that expression?"

Qiu Zhuoxue said: "Because I don't understand either."

Mu Huarong: "..."

He suddenly wanted to slap Qiu Zhuoxue's handsome face a dozen times.

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