palm river mountain

Chapter 303
The patrolling soldiers rubbed their eyes, only to feel a gust of wind blowing, blowing up the curtain of Duan Yi's tent.

When he wanted to take a serious look, the door curtain fell down again, and the tent was quiet without any movement.

The soldier sneered.

All the people in Shannan know how cruel his lord is.

When he was in Xiangyang, it wasn't that no one came to assassinate her, but the girl who knew Lu didn't wake up, so she died and was thrown in the yard.On the morning of the second day, Zhilu's screams could be heard throughout Xiangyang City.

That sound, like a rooster crowing or a monk ringing a bell in a temple, has become a daily routine for Xiangyang people.

The soldier thought about it, and continued to patrol with a long gun in his heart.

Even if a ghost enters, then their protagonist is also Duan Kui, the celestial master of ghost hunting.

……

Cui Zi went into the tent, but his pace slowed down. He put the basket in his hand on the table, and walked towards Duan Yi's bed lightly.

It was pitch black inside the camp, and it took a while for people to get used to the dim light.

He stood by the bed and watched quietly.

Duan Yi slept on her back, half of the quilt was still on the bed, but half of it had already fallen on the ground.

Her snow-white tunic was exposed, the sleeves were rolled up high, and the red string of the brocade bag was wrapped around her white arms, which was obvious in the dark.

Cui Zi looked at it even more, blushing.

He bent down, trying to pick up Duan Yi's brocade quilt, but felt a gust of wind.

Cui Zi was even more startled, and raised his head subconsciously, only to see that Duan Yi's fist had already reached in front of him, the girl's eyes were shining brightly, and she was still half sleepy.

Cui Zi thought even more, clenched his fists, and blasted at Duan Yi.

Duan Yi only felt a numbness in her hand, she quickly turned her fist into a claw, imitating the appearance of the nine-yin white bone claw, jumped up, and grabbed the top of Cui Zigeng's skull.

Cui Zi turned over like a kite and rolled forward, but landed on the couch with a slap.

Immediately afterwards, a slight click sounded in the night sky.

The voice was extraordinarily crisp, and to the ears of the two martial arts masters, it was as clear as thunder.

The corner of Duan Yi's mouth twitched, and she withdrew her claws.

"Shouldn't I be on my bed for a while? Then, don't I, Duan Yi, want to leave a name in history, saying that I weigh more than three hundred catties, as heavy as a rock, and I will crush the couch when I go to bed, and I will be exhausted when I get on the horse?"

Cui Zi turned over embarrassingly, and jumped up from the bed lightly.

"I will hold a sword and put it around the historian's neck, and tell him to write that he will be overwhelmed by inspiration."

Duan Yi burst out laughing.

After such a short period of time, she had gotten used to the dark night, and her surroundings became extremely clear.

"You haven't changed much, you have a black face and a black heart, and you still dress like a black crow all day long."

Duan Yi walked to the table, sat down, poured a cup of tea for Cui Zigeng in the dark, and poured another cup for herself.

Cui Zigeng came over and sat down, picked up the tea cup and drank it down.

"I'm afraid that if I dress like a pigeon, someone will use it to make soup. It's better to be a crow."

Listening to the familiar bickering, the two couldn't help but smile.

"It seems that my scout is eating nothing. He said that you will arrive in the morning."

Cui Zi shook his head, "That's not true. If there is someone he wants to see, he will go ahead alone. The army will not arrive until dawn."

Duan Yi cleared her throat and changed the topic, "Haha, could it be that you were entrusted by Mr. Yan to visit my master's eldest son?"

This old iron tree is blooming, it's really turbulent, it's overwhelming!

Cui Zi looked at Duan Yi's blushing face and curled his lips, "I've seen it before."

Duan Yi was quite surprised, "When did you meet?"

That Qi Jinghong just came back, she only saw one side, Cui Zi is farther away in the south of the Yangtze River, how to meet each other?

"That day, Mr. Yan and I were in the city of Suzhou. Mr. Yan was sitting in front of the hall, showing off his knowledge with others. If you raise yourself up one sentence, you will belittle Mr. Qi three times."

"When he was full of majesty, twelve pigeons flew from the sky, and covered his head and face with his hair. A piece of paper was taken from each pigeon's leg."

"The pieces of paper couldn't be seen at first glance, just some messy lines. But after the twelve pieces of paper were put together, it turned out to be a portrait of a person. There were a few words written on the back."

Cui Zigeng spoke with smiles in his eyes.

"It says, my son! My own! Do you have it?"

Duan Yi laughed out loud.

"Mr. Yan almost died of anger on the spot, so he burned the letter without saying anything. He immediately went outside to pick up a turtle and came back, and engraved the words on the back: no children! Come to collect debts! You are light!"

Duan Yi listened and looked at Cui Zigeng, although he was joking, but his face was expressionless.

She thought, her hand was faster than her brain, she stretched it out, tugged at Cui Zigeng's cheek, and pulled the corner of his mouth up.

Cui Zigeng's pupils trembled, thousands of words were stuck in his throat.

Duan Yi came back to her senses, as if she had been burned, she withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

"Children's faces are relatively tender, and they always make people want to pinch them. As an aunt, I really can't hold back."

As soon as Duan Yi said the words, she wished to give herself a big ear.

No, it sounds like I'm ashamed to say that Shen Qing'an is a pervert!

"I want to marry you, and you want to be my aunt?" Cui Zi said quietly, "Child? Am I not your uncle?"

It was definitely because the night was too deep, which made her a little dizzy.

"Aunt and Uncle are a good match," Cui Zigeng said again.

Now that things have happened, Duan Yi feels that she has no face to lose.

"A tortoise is more compatible with a tortoise. Do you want to be a tortoise or a tortoise?"

Cui Zi is more serious.

Duan Yi chuckled, showing her white teeth.Before Cui Zigen could answer, she continued: "Why don't you be a bastard, Mr. Yan just happens to have a turtle?"

When Cui Zi heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry.

He looked at Duan Yi who was beaming with joy, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"There will be a tough battle to be fought next, are you ready? When the princes arrive tomorrow, the scuffle will begin. At that time, maybe we will fight one today and another tomorrow. If we are friends today, we will be friends tomorrow. It's the enemy."

As Cui Zigeng spoke, he stared at Duan Yi.

"Do you remember what you said when you were in Jiangnan? I used to think that that day would be far away, but I didn't expect it to be very close. We can join forces this time, and Prince Su will be with us."

Although it was in the dark, when Duan Yi felt that Cui Zigeng's gaze was like a ball of fire, it was going to burn people to melt.

There must be a degree of relaxation.

Cui Zi recalled Mr. Yan's words even more, and pushed the things he put on the table earlier in the direction of Duan Yi.

"This is some medicine formulated by Mr. Yan. Shen Qing'an is proficient in medicine, so you must be careful."

(End of this chapter)