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Xianjin's eyesight was weak at night, and the lights in Jingxian County were dim and dim, not as grand as those in Xuancheng, so he borrowed an oilcloth lantern from Xiaodaoxiang on the way.

Xiao Daoxiang's young boss is already married. The boy who is the face of the boy band with white lips and red lips is much more mature and stable, and he will not blush easily.

The Shaodong family sent Xian Jin out of the store and expected to deliver it to the intersection.

His wife, who was pregnant with Liujia, poked her head out and looked around curiously. She was older and richer, with pure and clear eyes, "You are the shopkeeper He!?"

Xian Jin nodded with a smile and responded with the same enthusiastic tone, "Are you Xiao Daoxiang's young mistress!?"

The young master's wife pursed her lips and smiled, revealing two shallow shy pimples, her eyes were excited and happy, "This is like seeing a living person!"

Xianjin wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Tell me first, where did you get killed in the past?"

The wife was shy and laughed.

The young master quickly waved his hand and told his wife to put her head back, "It's going to rain soon!"

The wife reluctantly glanced at Xian Jin again, and then skillfully retracted her head back to the window frame.

Like a well-trained little turtle.

Xian Jin's mood inexplicably improved by half.

Seeing that Xian Jin was not unhappy, the young master smiled and explained, "You don't know, right? You are very famous in Jing County now. You were famous in Jing County originally, and the third master spread the word that his daughter is now a member of the Chen family The chief steward will soon become an imperial merchant and go down in history——"

The young master laughed shyly, "Third Master said, at least it's as good as entering the county annals of Jing County and burning incense during the New Year."

Xian Jin: "Cough cough cough——"

It's really bragging that you don't have to pay taxes.
After arriving at the intersection, Shaodong's family handed the oilcloth lantern to Xian Jin. He glanced at the trickling Wuxi River under the moonlight and reminded him kindly, "Although there are also scholars who take care of it on their own, Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard is not what it used to be, with weeds and wild cats. There are a lot of wild dogs, so go in and take a look and then come out."

Directly opposite the intersection is the small stone bridge leading to Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard.

Xian Jin nodded with a smile, "I went to the thatched cottage to borrow two books. I haven't finished the homework assigned to me by Master Qiao for two years."

Master Qiao always came back. When Master Qiao came back, she found that not only had she not finished her thesis, she had not even opened the topic.

Ha ha.

She will die a terrible death.

Xiao Daoxiang's young master was surprised, "Is Chief Qiao coming back?"

Although you can’t be certain about showing gold, you still have to get a good impression, right? ——"Soon, soon."

After saying goodbye to Shaodong's family, he carried a lantern and an umbrella across the stone arch bridge that he had walked countless times, and walked into the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard in the long future.

As the young master said, the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard without Master Qiao is not overgrown with weeds, but it is full of desolation and indifference. The school, which was originally bustling with people, has been deserted for two years, and has long since become a refuge for wild cats and foxes. The thatched cottage is covered with red cloth The strips were sealed, the big copper lock fastened to the door was covered with a layer of dust, and the brass bell that had no time to speak was shaken, making a strange "creaking" sound.

Holding a lantern in one hand, Xian Jin stood silently on the road of towering pines and cypresses, raising his head slightly. The dim and misty tree trunks stood straight into the sky, and their dark shadows were cast in the half-circle and half-curved moonlight like a white silhouette.

The falling moonlight and the oilcloth lantern shining like fireflies intermingled with each other, filling the girl's stubborn and straight back with hazy yellow water vapor.

In the pine and cypress forest, a hunched black figure whizzed past in the silhouette like a bow gathering strength.

The rare fragility of Xian Jin was smashed into pieces.

"who is it!"

Xian Jin turned around suddenly, quickly retracted his right hand into his sleeve, and touched the scimitar dagger inlaid with red and blue gems.

The black shadow became silent.

Showing his wealth, he laughed angrily: This thief is a petty thief and doesn't care where he's at!What can be found in the academy? !The only ancient book in the thatched cottage was confiscated by the government early in the morning!The most valuable thing is probably the big bronze bell!

What a stupid thief who stole into a beggar’s house!
"Heroes, please move!" Xian Jin said loudly, looking around alertly, with his right hand pushing open the scabbard of the red and blue scimitar and dagger, "Thieves have their ways! Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard is a pure place for studying and practicing calligraphy. Please move as soon as possible. To the Bai family in Xuancheng Prefecture - they have gold, silver, and treasures in their home!"

Xian Jin felt that the wind around him had become quiet.

"Ah--"

A chuckle came from behind.

Hoarse and biting, like the hoarseness of rime in the cold snowy mountains.Xian Jin turned around suddenly, threw the lantern onto the ground covered with pine needles and moonlight, quickly pulled out the scabbard in the midst of lightning and flint, and flashed with cold light, the tip of the knife was facing the shadow behind him!
The black shadow did not dodge, the tip of the dagger scratched his chest, and the clothes flew into the air.

"The throat needs to be scratched with a backhand, so that blood will not easily splash on the body." The black shadow said.

Accompanied by this low and hoarse voice, there was a face that finally raised its head and was exposed to the moonlight in the sky and the oil lamplight on the ground.

The angular lower jaw, the sharp and clear lip peaks, the highly folded face, the straight bridge of the nose and the long and narrow eyebrows.

Xianjin's heart skipped a beat and he squinted his eyes. After getting used to the darkness, he finally saw the outline of the black shadow clearly. He couldn't help but clench his hands and whispered, "Qiao Hui!"

Sharp and clear thin lips, with the corners of the lips slightly raised upward.

Qiao Hui bent down and picked up the lantern, holding it in his own hand without handing it to Xian Jin.

Restore the light.

Xian Jin can see more clearly.

Qiao Baoyuan's facial features were deep, and the branches of pines and cypresses blocked the moonlight, casting a shadow that slanted across the young man's left cheek, but it could not hide his bright eyes and drooping eyelashes.

Xian Jin suppressed the excitement in his heart and stomped his feet back and forth unconsciously, "You were the one who sent me the note at the beginning of the year, right!? When did you come back? Why didn't you go see Baozhu? Master Qiao, are you okay?! You all went. Where are you? They said that you went to Fujian and died at sea. Your sister prayed to Mazu, Bodhisattvas, and Taoists. She prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky! Since the government has not issued a wanted order for you, what on earth are you doing? You should send a few letters to your sister to say she's safe! Baozhu hasn't spoken to her for three months and has eaten very little! You dead person."

Don't say dead people are unlucky.

Xian Jin said "Bah, bah, bah" three times and knocked on the tree trunk next to him three times.

"You ran away after you entrusted me with your girl and your family's belongings! Just ran away!" Xianjin paced back and forth, his legs almost swung out. The anger and worry that had been accumulated for two years suddenly exploded, "You Why are you running! How old are you!? What good can you do?! Could the situation in Fujian have changed drastically because of you alone?! Are you the Dragon King of the South China Sea? Or the Dinghai Shenzhen!? Do you think you, Qiao Baoyuan, are in trouble? , omnipotent in heaven and on earth! You, you, you—! "

The corners of Xianjin's eyes were moist, and he wiped it with the back of his hand. He was about to continue scolding when he heard Qiao Hui whisper.

The voice was low, like bright and smooth silk that had been scratched into pieces by a knife.

"Dragon King of the East China Sea——"

Xianjin didn't hear clearly, "Huh?"

Qiao Hui raised his head slightly, with a solemn and solemn expression, "Next to Fujian is not the South China Sea, but the East China Sea, so it is the Dragon King of the East China Sea."

Show money: %Q￥%……￥@#! ￥@%……￥#
The familiar feeling of madness and suffocation!
Xian Jin seemed to have transformed into a Wolverine, using Qiao Hui as a cat scratching post and scratching him crazily with his ten spiked mechanical fingers!

Xian Jin took a deep breath.

Qiao Hui's slightly raised lips became wider and wider, and he stretched out his hand to say "please". The oilcloth lantern swayed accordingly, and the dim oil light shone on the covered pine needles. Qiao Hui took the lead to take a step forward. The dry pine needles underfoot made a thin, crisp sound of being crushed.

"It was me. That's when I went to see the treasure. The little girl gained a little weight. She went to Fujian first, then to the capital, and finally returned to Nanzhili."

Qiao Hui answered one by one. When it came to the questions that were not easy to answer, Qiao Hui's tone slowed down and said, "I wanted to write a letter, but I was floating on the sea and no hairtail fish was willing to help me deliver the letter, so I was stranded several times."

As for the next question, Qiao Hui paused. After thinking about it for a moment, he was about to speak, but was preempted by Xian Jin.

"What's wrong with your voice?" the girl asked softly, frowning.

Qiao Hui's pause was prolonged.

After a while, Qiao Hui calmly unbuttoned his clothes and raised his chin slightly, revealing his clearly raised collarbone, a small part of his well-defined chest and his slightly trembling Adam's apple.

Xian Jin:?
Qiao Hui's fingers have distinct joints and fall above the collarbone.

"My neck was chopped with a knife, right at the place where I made my voice. I struggled to save my life, but my throat had to survive in a different way."

Amitabha.

Xianjin's eyes finally broke through all the tempting obstacles and landed on the ferocious scar about an inch above Qiao Hui's collarbone.

　This is yesterday's, today's will be posted tomorrow, I want to go to bed early on weekends, hehe.

　　Please note that daggers and "knives are less likely to splatter blood when cut with the backhand"

　　(End of this chapter)