My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

The sandalwood in the wing slowly smoked, like auspicious clouds floating upward. When Wei Wan woke up, it was already night, and the outside was dark and colorless. Only a dim candle was lit behind the screen, reflecting a tall and tall man. The shadow, with long hair disheveled, holds a pen and writes.

The screen is embroidered with a golden fire phoenix, swooping down and spreading its wings from top to bottom. Together with the virtual image in the lower left corner that looks up from time to time, it forms a picture of a phoenix approaching an immortal.

Wei Wan studied it for a moment, and Rong Xian on the other side seemed to feel something. He put down his pen and looked in Wei Wan's direction through the screen.

After a while, there was a sound of clothes and sleeves rubbing against each other. At the same time, the immortal on the screen stood upright, his steps were ethereal, his clothes and belt were flowing, and all the birds and phoenixes around him came to life.

"Are you awake?" Rong Xian touched Wei Wan's earlobe with a cool hand. Seeing that she was not feeling any discomfort, he put the back of his hand against her cheek. "The people of Bingzhou sent some vegetables to the county governor's house. I ordered the king to Zhan, Kou Luming and others opened warehouses to store grain and mixed vegetables for distribution, but Bingzhou suffered a sudden disaster, and the situation was still extremely turbulent. The people were panic-stricken and still needed to stabilize their hearts."

"I asked someone to warm up a bowl of porridge, do you want to have a taste?" Rong Xian lowered his body, locked his eyes on her, who was still a little sleepy, with a slightly reddish eye end, and pressed the tip of his nose against it, "Wei Awan, "

After a pause, Rong Xian raised his hands and rubbed her ears until they turned red. His movements were affectionate and his tone was loving, "Wake up."

Wei Wan blinked, and in Rong Xian's doting tone, he opened his eyes in surprise and turned his head, looking at Rong Xian who looked like he had seen a ghost, his warm hands came out from the brocade quilt, and plucked He grabbed Rong Xian's hair and pulled it hard.

"Hiss," Rong Xian was in pain from her tugging, but she didn't stop Wei Wan from touching his hair. His voice was indescribably gentle, and there was a hint of a smile, "What are you doing, seeking revenge?"

Wei Wan lowered his eyes and looked at the few black hairs that she had torn out from his palm. He was silent for a while, and when he spoke, his voice was still dumb as if he had just woken up: "Rong Xian, were you... when you killed someone? Possessed by some ghost."

"Are you being driven crazy?"

Of course Wei Wan could detect the difference in Rong Xian's tone. Rong Xian's temperament was like the blood moon during a lunar eclipse. From a distance, he looked cold and dignified. Only when he got closer could he detect his eclipsed black-hearted nature. He smiled. The more gentle you are, the more you hide your smile and kill without showing blood.

But the tone just now was obviously just affection and curiosity.

Rong Xian raised her eyelids, followed the dozen long hairs from her fingertips, and slowly wrapped them around her index finger, leaving a part of the tail end tightly in her palm, and asked with a smile: "A-Wan thinks, what is the reason for brother-in-law?" Is the devil possessed?"

Wei Wan saw the familiar curve on Rong Xian's lips, and he felt relieved. He felt more normal. He tilted his head against the pillow and looked at Rong Xian's different moonlight. Zhu Yin's gown was covered with a light gauze, and his waist was Paired with a red jade belt and a concubine-red jade pendant, it makes her eyebrows look beautiful and gorgeous.

Wei Wan turned his hand back, palm upward, and hooked his index finger on the familiar wide belt: "Maybe, it's the sexy ghost?"

"Huh? Yangui," Rong Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Wan's white forearm exposed because he tilted his wrist and his sleeves slid down to the elbow. He held it with his slender fingers. The two different whites collided and impacted, making Rong Xian Xian's eyes instantly dimmed and became devouring, "Is it Mei?"

"Brother knows?" Wei Wan squinted, with a malicious expression on his face, like a cat that had stolen something. "I also thought that brother has always been upright and self-possessed, and never looked at the words of those mountain spirits to seduce the human race. book."

Rong Xian raised his eyebrows and flicked her forehead with his fingertips. She looked strong but didn't use much force: "You're slandering people here? Who on earth has read the seductive stories written by mountain spirits?"

"What I'm reading is the Record of Strange Stories about Mountain Monsters," Rong Xian curled his lips. Even though he hadn't read the book of stories Wei Wan said, his description didn't sound like anything serious. "The Record of Strange Stories from Mountain Monsters" It is recorded that, 'Twenty-four people are superior and inferior, and twenty-four ghosts have no end of the world.'"[1]

"And these twenty-four ghosts, 魭, enchantment, 魍, 魉, 魐, 魃, kui, 魓, 魭, 鬾, 鬿, 魀, 魆,魊,魭,魌,魭,魐, nightmare, nightmare, 魭, "魖,魗,魙" are all described in detail."

Wei Wan's fingertips hooked around the tassel hanging from the jade pendant on Rong Xian's waist. His expression seemed nonchalant. He didn't listen to Rong Xian's words at all. He waited until Rong Xian's upper and lower lips touched each other before speaking. He raised his eyes casually: "Are you done showing off?" "I said it wrong just now, you don't look like a pervert anymore." Wei Wan pulled away his hand, put one hand on Rong Xian's shoulder, and put the other hand on his side, while standing up , pushed away Rong Xian's lowered body, and said with a faint smile, "On the contrary, it looks like a peacock with its tail open, raising its butt here..."

As the last note faded, Rong Xian raised his hands and pinched both cheeks. With a pinch of his thumb and index finger, Wei Wan's mouth was puckered. His narrow eyes were slightly narrowed and a smile hung on his lips: "A Wan said, Qiao. What?"

"Speak louder," Rong Xian leaned closer, just a few centimeters away from Wei Wan's pouted mouth. His voice was so charming that it rushed towards Wei Wan's lips and teeth with heat, "The words were vague and unclear, so I didn't hear them clearly. Woolen cloth."

Wei Wan raised her hand and put it in front of his heart, not afraid at all. Just kidding, who is she, Wei A Wan? !

Would the general who had conquered the northern frontier, driven out the barbarians, beaten the big men in the north to a pulp, and cried for his father and mother, be afraid of a pretty boy with a maze of plans and schemes?

Obviously not.

She gritted her teeth with difficulty and tried to pronounce the words clearly: "Qiao Bigu!"

Rong Xian let out a soft cry, unexpectedly held her armpits, and dragged the person's upper body out of the bed. He wrapped the quilt under her waist with his backhand, flipped the person over, and pressed the front of his leg against her abdomen with his big palm. Pressing her lower back, he stared at her dark hair behind the pillow, which was soft from sleep: "Is it so curly?"

"Huh?" The ending sound rose, with a danger of laziness, constantly weakening people's will, "Shout it again?"

Wei Wan assessed the current situation, gritted his teeth and remained silent, a smile escaped from Rong Xian's thin lips. Hearing the chills on his spine, Wei Wan rolled his eyes. The moment he opened his lips, Rong Xian He used his big palm with some force and hit the position Wei Wan vaguely described just now.

It doesn't hurt, but it's completely humiliating.

Wei Wanfeng's eyes dimmed, and he hooked Rong Xian's wrist with his backhand and pulled it. He opened his mouth and bit his wrist, causing bloodshot eyes. His legs that were bent on the ground hooked Rong Xian's ankles, and he held his neck to hold him. Overturned to the ground.

But Rong Xian held down the guard, so the two were entangled and about to fall together. In an instant, Rong Xian put his arms around her struggling body, forced her into his arms, reversed her control, and threw her back to the ground. He didn't hit the person in his arms at all.

His eyebrows darkened, and he slapped Wei Wan's lower back with his palm: "Do you know the danger, but you don't care about the pain at all!"

Wei Wan supported his ribs, straightened his upper body, straddled himself and slid up, settling on his waist and abdomen. His fingertips grasped the hem of his clothes, completely ignoring Rong Xian's figure that was suddenly stiffened by her movements: "How dare you hit me!"

"Rong Xian, you've really been bitten, haven't you?"

When I woke up, the score changed from 8.9 to 6.9. When I asked why, I was told that the high-weighted readers gave the low score. So, how high-weighted the high-weighted readers are, and one person can bring down the score by 2 points. It is really good. Thanks! I am really heartbroken for readers who have not read the full text but have received a low score. If they have read all the updates and received a low score, I have nothing to say. I even choose to respect aesthetic diversity, but give a low score for no reason. What do you mean by a low score? The title of my book cover is an eyesore? Or am I, an author whose six-month manuscript fee is less than one hundred yuan, and who is purely motivated by love, blocking your way to make money?

I don’t even require the so-called high-weight, low-scoring reader to read all the updates. At the very least, do you have a reading record? This is really the first time I'm so angry.

If you think it doesn't look good, please explain it in the comment area. I accept it with an open mind. Don't give low marks, it's disgusting. The author himself is not a good-tempered person, but since most of my readers are very beautiful girls, the author is completely sincere. Next time I encounter such readers with low scores for no reason, I will still Will curse passionately.

[1] The twenty-four ghosts come from the Northern Song Dynasty poet Mei Yaochen's "Tug of War with the Scholars Painting Ghosts in the Neighbors", "The superior and the inferior have twenty-four, and the twenty-four ghosts have no end of the world." This is why.