According to Ding Feng's opinion of Murong Qingcheng, after he recovers from his illness, he will definitely take over power and make Murong rich and repay his kindness. It is not impossible to do something extreme, such as taking back Murong Huanen's surname and killing someone to seize the throne.

This is not to say that this surname is noble and exclusive, but that someone who has a strong desire for power like Murong Qingcheng will never tolerate a cousin with a foreign surname who once took the position of head of the family and has the surname Murong.

Surprisingly, now he has no intention of touching Murong to repay his favor.

Murong Qingcheng even wanted to return his position as the head of the family two days before returning his favor, but Murong Qingcheng refused on the pretext of illness.

It is said that the sincerity of his words that day was truly the best example of Kong Rong’s inheritance.

Ding Feng finished scanning ten lines with one glance, and with his fingertips closed, the letter paper was crushed into powder. He just released the carrier pigeon in his hand, looked slightly relieved, and went straight to sit under the flower tree. He watched a round rabbit with almost invisible legs jumping around in front of his eyes. He reached out and grabbed the long ears and kneaded them like a vent. He pinched, picked up the rabbit ears and shook them, and looked into those red and ignorant eyes, smacking his tongue, "Those who don't know are lucky." Look at this, I don't know how many pounds I have gained in one winter. Just wash it and serve it to the table.

The rabbit couldn't bear to be disturbed. As soon as he loosened his grip, he disappeared. The dirt kicked up by his back foot splashed all over Ding Feng.

Ding Feng curled his lips, stood up and patted it. If it hadn't been for the young master's sudden idea to keep it here that day, it would have turned into a piece of meat in the human belly.

A little beast who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

I only dare to do this to him. If it were to the young master, it would be a good and obedient person...

but……

He remembered the news he had received and was not sure whether to tell the young master.

Wuzheng Villa has almost retired from the world. Why did it happen at this time that the old owner of the Villa was involved in the matter of the Wedding Clothes Magic... And the other party also focused on Lang Xuan... God knows that the Wedding Clothes Magic has nothing to do with Langxuan. Neither.

Most of the business done by Pinjin Cave before was based on martial arts secrets, so it was understandable to be suspected. But Langxuan was already a place for transactions, and his relationship with the Golden Cave was completely wiped out by him. The old village owner secretly investigates Langxuan. Is it a coincidence or...

Ding Feng patted his forehead, feeling a little melancholy.

Ginkgo had already rehearsed her sword skills. Seeing that Ding Feng was absent-minded, she asked, "What's the matter?"

Ding Feng glanced at her and shook his head.

Ginkgo said, "But is there any news about Miss Song?"

Ding Feng shook his head again.

"Miss Li is still seriously injured, but she is so worried about Miss Song. She is really deeply affectionate."

Ding Feng: "..."

If I remember correctly, the young master also said last time, deep friendship...

I don't know why, but I always feel that deep friendship is not a word of praise here...

"The young master went out a few days ago and brought back the young child, have you checked it out?"

Ginkgo: "...It has nothing to do with Wu Zheng Villa. In my opinion, it is most likely a Japanese body technique." Such twisted body techniques are very similar to the ninjutsu trained in Japan's Iga Valley.

Ding Feng wiped the long sword in his hand and seemed to be thinking, "There are a lot of people from Jiangnan and Japan recently. I guess it's because of the marriage between Yujian Villa and King Shi Tian. If there are one or two more people, it won't attract anyone's attention." I'm afraid Nong Yuban has been forced into panic."

Ginkgo nodded, "If we add more fire, we will be overthrown." She raised her head, "By the way, our young master doesn't seem to like Nong Yuban's style..."

Ding Feng was quite puzzled, "Why did you see it?" Why didn't he feel anything at all...

Ginkgo: "It's intuition."

Ding Feng laughed loudly, "Is it a woman's intuition?"

Ginkgo: "Give you another chance."

I checked the look, it was murderous...

"...Feng is wrong." Ding Feng put the sword back into its scabbard and replied seriously and solemnly, "...Feng should listen carefully to Miss Xing's teachings."

Ginkgo snorted, raised the tip of her sword, and the flower basket at her feet under the tree slipped along the sword and onto her arm. She tied it, smoothed the folds of her skirt, and pointed at the fish, "Heal that Miss Li." Then, let’s leave quickly. How long do you think this small courtyard can last?” There have been a lot more killer spies in recent days.

Tian'er——

Sweet!

The person on the bed moved and suddenly sat up, feeling the stab wound on his shoulder. His face immediately turned pale, "Tian'er!"

She stroked her forehead and her vision gradually became clearer. When she looked around, she realized that the environment was quite unfamiliar. It was definitely not Sister Rongrong or Tian'er who had taken action.

Li Hongxiu just took off the quilt and was about to get out of bed and leave. The door suddenly opened and Ginkgo came in with medicine. Seeing that she was awake, he casually shouted outside, "Lan Xiu! Come on! This girl is awake." "She thought for a while and added, "Go and inform the young master first."

Li Hongxiu was slightly startled.

Blue sleeves?

Who is this?

Ginkgo walked over quickly, put down the wooden tray, and smiled kindly at Li Hongxiu, "The girl is seriously injured and should not move around. It is better to rest for a while."

Li Hongxiu was quite wary, "You are..."

"The girl was being hunted that day, and Ding Feng happened to be passing by. He was grateful to the girl Wufu Tower for rescuing the young master, so he came to help."

This was said quite cleverly.

She obviously saw Li Hongxiu's doubts and explained the cause and effect in one sentence.

Li Hongxiu's memory has always been good, otherwise he would not be able to memorize the secrets of the world over the past century.

When Ginkgo mentioned Wufu Tower, she immediately remembered what happened that day. Tian'er once said that she thought of Wuhua. Later, she decided to investigate, and after searching, she could only find one with the surname Jiang.

But looking at the martial arts sects and families over the past few hundred years, there is no one with the surname Jiang. She has always had a good eye. The blind Mr. Jiang has a calm and steady inner breath. He is not an ordinary person. If such a person is not a disciple of a noble family, no one will believe it. I am afraid that this Jiang is just a cover-up.

Jiang Chen did not know her thoughts. Even if he knew, he would not want to investigate it now.

But what people did not expect was that when the little girl in the water blue fairy dress walked in, she had no intention of investigating the identity of the so-called Mr. Jiang.

She stood up almost out of control and stared blankly at Lan Xiu.

Like.

Too much like.

Lan Xiu frowned slightly, unconsciously stood behind Jiang Chen, pursed her lips and repeated, "Young Master, she's awake."

Jiang Chen pretended to be unaware and nodded in the direction of Li Hongxiu, "The girl has done me a favor. If you don't abandon me, I will stay here for a while to recuperate."

Li Hongxiu came back to her senses and shook her head with gritted teeth, "Hongxiu thanks Young Master for your kindness. However, I'm afraid someone is chasing me, so I dare not drag you down."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, "It's okay." His eyebrows were light, "A mere rat, not worth mentioning."

So calm and so natural.

Li Hongxiu was slightly stunned. Only then did she realize that under such gentleness, there was such a cold and arrogant attitude that was almost arrogant. It was completely different from what she saw that day.

She even felt that maybe the person who needed to be saved at that time was not the person in front of her, but the second generation ancestor of the Murong family...

What kind of environment can raise such a person who is gentle on the outside but so... so indifferent on the inside?

She thought of Chu Liuxiang.

If Chu Liuxiang is a ball of fire, then he is simply a piece of ice. Chu Liuxiang's enthusiasm always makes people around him feel the beauty and warmth of the world, and even if he saves people, people feel that it is just a momentary impulse when he is free, and there will be no waves in his heart for saving others' lives.

He obviously does not need anyone's gratitude.

He seems to be well-mannered, but he seems to be extremely willful.

Maybe it's just because he is blind...

Before Li Hongxiu said anything, Yinxing had already smiled and said, "Miss, don't worry. The person that the young master wants to protect, absolutely no one can touch him."

When the young master is around, all you think and do is not to worry, and all you do is to follow the rules.

That's all.

"Thank you."

He nodded, and the white clothes disappeared at the door in an instant.

It seems that this rescue was just to help the restaurant get out of trouble that day.

As for whether it was just that, Li Hongxiu could not guess.

For Jiang Chen, Li Hongxiu's mastery of martial arts events was enough for him to save her.

...

Night, rain.

Jiang Chen stood up, and the sound of rain fell in his ears. When he opened the window, the cold rain flew in with the wind and hit his face.

Jiang Chen reached out and wiped the rain from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes fell on the lotus pond outside the window. The night was dark, and the water was gurgling.

In terms of scenery alone, it must be a beautiful place with clear water and mountains, and it is hard to hide the beauty.

It's a pity that he can't see anything at all.

In other words, compared with the situation of broken legs or broken tendons and veins, the lack of such a pair of eyes is nothing.

At the beginning, he couldn't understand the current situation. Today, how can he predict the crisis in the next life.

He is obsessed with the past, obsessed with himself, obsessed with the so-called good and evil, and obsessed with being unknown.

Unfortunately...

Heh...

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes to look at the wine jar in his hand, and suddenly raised it up and drank it fiercely. When the wine jar was mostly empty, the cold light in his eyes was full.

It's just that they all don't know what's good for them!

He even didn't want to say more.

The cold wind outside the window rushed into the wide robe, chilling his skin and bones, and chilling his heart.

The long sword beside Jiang Chen was unsheathed and fell steadily into his hand. He raised his foot and stepped over the window sill. He was like a breeze and had left the room and went out.

The sword flashed, and a trace of blood had already appeared on the water.

Jiang Chen turned slightly and landed on the stone railing. He held the wine jar in his right hand and stared at the water. The wine jar smashed into the water, stirring up a splash of water and blood again.

The fingertips passed over the sword, reflecting the indifference in his eyes.

The rain fell on the long hair and dripped with the hair ends.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the water. A cold arrow shot out from the water. He tilted his head, and the arrow passed by him. He said indifferently, "It's unfortunate."

The water surface suddenly dispersed, and several figures broke out of the water. Their tracks were exposed, and their disguise was meaningless.

Ding Feng sat on the branch of a pear tree by the pond, took a bite of a peach, looked at the swords and shadows on the lotus pond, and propped up his chin, "Young Master... Tsk, such a heavy murderous aura." He chewed and said inarticulately, "Hey... There have been several batches of assassins from all directions in recent days, and Young Master didn't even move his eyebrows. Tonight these..." He changed his posture and lay down, not caring about the rain falling on his face, and sighed, "I really don't know if you didn't check the almanac before going out."

There are people from the Murong family, the Qinglong Society, the Nongyu class, and some from the Dian Cang Sect.

Ginkgo looked at him for a while, frowning slightly, "Look, is there something wrong with the young master today?"

Ding Feng exclaimed, sitting up straight and being more serious, "Something wrong?" He threw away the peach and observed for a while, "It seems... he drank."

No wonder he is different from his usual gentle appearance now... The young master doesn't often use a sword, and he has never seen the sword in the young master's hand be so sharp and fierce.

Ginkgo: "..."

"You have followed the young master for a long time, have you seen him drink?"

Ding Feng thought for a while, "He drank before. But..."

"Last time... I haven't drunk since I came out." He simply doesn't drink at all...

"Today..." He only said half of his words when he faced Jiang Chen's expression. Even though he knew he was not looking at him, he decisively shut up.

Ginkgo held up a red plum umbrella in the snow, watching the figures in the night rain being pierced by a sword and then splashing into the water. She blinked, "Young Master, you are caught in the rain. I'll go find someone to boil some hot water." She paused slightly, "Mr. Ding, you are fully responsible for cleaning up the pond tonight."

"Tomorrow, Jin Yuanbao asked Feng to meet... Miss Xing, can you bear it?"

"It's just one night of sleeplessness. Mr. Ding doesn't want the young master to wake up tomorrow and see the floating corpses everywhere in the pond?"

"Isn't the young master awake at this time?"

Ginkgo: "... Do you think he is very awake?"

"This..." Ding Feng looked at it. His expression was clear, his behavior was measured, and his moves were reasonable. Except that he was a little ruthless and not as peaceful as before, he was still very sober... right?

Ginkgo turned around and walked away holding an umbrella.

Ding Feng:...

After the flash of blood, there was no one else, and everything returned to silence. Jiang Chen went back to his room without saying a word, soaking in the bathtub for a long time without anyone coming up.

After a long time, he wiped his face, stood up and put on his middle clothes without any abnormality, and sat in front of the piano table.

Ginkgo came in with a lamp, sent someone to remove the bathtub, and whispered, "Sir, it's late."

Jiang Chen: "..."

Ginkgo looked at him, and except for the ears and nose tips being burned red by the alcohol, he really didn't look like a drunk person.

Is he drunk or not? If she was really drunk, she would be mistaken for the accomplices outside and thrown into the pond to feed the fish if she went up rashly...

Jiang Chen: "..."

He lowered his eyes and asked very softly, "Big brother... where are you..."

Ginkgo:?

Big... brother?

She remembered that the young master was the only son of Wuzheng Mountain Villa...

After a short silence, he reached out to cover his head again and murmured, "Xiao Xi..."

Ginkgo felt that something was wrong and decisively interrupted his mumbling, "Young master... sleeping late is not good."

Jiang Chen looked up and stared at her for a while with his unfocused eyes, as if to judge whether she said something good or bad, and then responded, "Okay."

She really walked to the bed and lay down properly, not noticing her wet hair, closed her eyes, and said, "... I'm asleep." When she didn't hear any movement, she pulled the quilt over her head and pointed at the door from the quilt, "You're leaving soon."

Ginkgo:...

Sure enough, she was not sober.

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