Chapter 10 "Abducting the Girl"
Before Gu Jin appeared, Qin Lang would never have thought that one day he would want to describe an assassin as "the fairy of Guanghan Palace".
But the fact is that when the silver moonlight shone on Gu Jin's cold and cold face, Qin Lang felt this way deep in his heart.
“What are you doing.”
“Uh...”
Qin Lang lowered his head, looked at his fingers that were about to move, then looked at the cute toes of a certain heroine, and finally visually measured the distance between the two that were almost touching.
Broken.
As the saying goes, there are plums in the melon field.
In the current situation, it would be bad if Gu Jin misunderstood herself as "a pervert who couldn't resist the temptation in the middle of the night and wanted to play with women's feet."
“……”
"..."
The room was silent for a short while in a wonderful atmosphere. The girl sitting on the bed with her long legs curled up looked at the young hero squatting at the end of the bed for a long time. Finally, the young hero raised his head. He smiled sarcastically:
"What do you think I am doing?"
"..."
Qin Lang felt embarrassed when he said these words, but he soon React:
"I mainly want to see Madam... She seems to have some injuries on her feet. Anyway, I have nothing to do during the night, so I just checked..."
"..."
The girl pondered, looking sideways out of the window. Under the moonlight, the high ponytail is still flowing and elegant, and the light fluff on the white back of the neck glows with crystal halo under the moonlight, exuding unique beauty intentionally or unintentionally.
"During the day...Thank you."
"Huh? What?"
Gu Jin turned around, noticed Qin Lang's absent-mindedness, and repeated:
"Thank you, I saved the madam during the day."
"You're welcome."
Qin Lang was a little bit It's funny, this girl doesn't like to talk much on weekdays, and she doesn't even want to say "you" after the word "thank you".
“You are in a daze, are you planning some bad idea?”
"What are you talking about..."
......
The outspoken girl thanked her savior with her front foot, and then showed full vigilance with her back foot.
Although she is always expressionless on the surface, her thoughts are almost all written on her face and between her eyebrows. Her expression is direct and even a little clumsy.
Qin Lang felt that this was probably evidence and one of the reasons why she didn't like to talk.
...
"If I had any bad ideas, I would have beaten Su Nuxia...when Princess Princess fainted during the day."
Qin Lang sat by the bed and talked to The girl kept a distance of about half a meter:
"I just thought you were pretty, so I looked a little dazed."
Phew——!
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a familiar silver dagger was pressed against Qin Lang's shoulder.
"Bad idea..."
"No, saying you are good-looking means giving you a bad idea?"
Qin Lang rolled his eyes at her and raised his hand to put her dagger away. :
“Okay, then you look ugly.”
call out--!
After scoring twice, Qin Lang's other shoulder was pressed against by another dagger:
"You are ugly..."
"..."
It was wrong anyway, Qin Lang put her other arm away speechlessly:
"It takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, not to mention your serious stab wounds. Just stop doing these unnecessary movements these days."
......
Qin Lang knows better. , The girl looks fierce on the surface, but in fact she doesn't really mean to hurt herself, otherwise she wouldn't just point the dagger at her shoulder.
Gu Jin, who was a bit dull in his treatment of the princess's savior, obviously had a sense of proportion in his heart.
……
"By the way, you only thank me for saving Su Yinping, don't you thank me for saving you?"
"No need."
"Why?"
"No Important.”
“What’s not important?”
"My life."
"..."
Qin Lang frowned slightly and stared at the girl's slender hand gently grasped by the bedside for a while, without questioning, and stood up after a long time. , lifted the small stove and poured a bowl of hot water, skillfully soaked a piece of horsetail in it, and gave it to Gu Jin.
"Give."
"?"
"Equisetum tea, your wife has also drunk it."
Gu Jin hesitated, so Qin Lang took a sip first, saying that it was not poisonous or anything, and then gave it to her.
“…”
Seeing that she was still as unresponsive as a piece of wood, Qin Lang turned the small bowl half a circle again:
“I didn’t touch this side. Drink.”
"..."
It seemed that the girl was a little embarrassed because her thoughts had been guessed. Her cold eyes finally turned slightly panicked.
Although it was just a flash in the pan, Qin Lang smiled knowingly when he saw it.
Gulu…
“How is it?”
"Hmm..."
"Hmm, what do you mean?"
"It tastes good..."
The girl's taste is completely different from that of a certain heroine.
“This tea can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, which is good for the recovery of knife wounds.”
As Qin Lang said this, he slowly took off the cloth strips wrapped around his hands, revealing several dark brown cuts on his palms.
"You..."
The girl Gu Jin moved slightly. Qin Lang didn't need to say anything to know instantly that this was the dagger wound she inflicted on him when the two met.
“This.”
She glanced at the small wooden bowl in her hand and held it in front of Qin Lang:
"You drink."
"I won't drink."
"..."
Gu Jin frowned slightly, her slender eyebrows, and held the small wood tightly with both hands. The bowl seemed a little unconvinced, and he pushed it in front of Qin Lang:
“You drink.”
"Don't drink." Qin Lang looked into her eyes:
"I also feel that my life is not important, so it's okay if I don't drink."
"... …"
What does he mean...
This man was strange, so Gu Jin decided to ignore him, put the wooden bowl on the bedside table, lay down straight on the bed board, and closed her eyes.
Qin Lang remained silent, put on new cloth strips to bandage his hands, and continued to sit back by the small stove. Maintaining basic vigilance, he sat silently for another hour or two, then sat down on his buttocks. Feeling a little painful, I gently opened the door and walked out of the house, walked under the old locust tree, breathed in the cool air under the moon, and quietly stared at the Chijiang River flowing under Qingniugang.
……
Unconsciously, two or three sticks of incense passed by.
Qin Lang, who was wearing thin clothes, rubbed his arms. He felt a little cold and wanted to go back to the house.
So, he turned around and saw a familiar thin figure standing upright behind him. Two white and tender hands were holding a bottle, filled it with hot water, and clumsily soaked a large amount of horsetail. small wooden bowl.
"Aren't you asleep?" Qin Lang grinned.
"Drink it."
What's so funny? He was also injured. I really don't know how he laughed...
Gu Jin couldn't laugh anyway. He came out, raised his sullen face, looked directly at Qin Lang, and put the wooden bowl against his stomach.
"Why bother?"
"I don't want to owe you..."
"I have already said that my life is not important, so you don't owe me, just like your life is not important either. So even if I save you, you still don't owe me."
"..."
The girl felt that she couldn't defeat him, so she pressed her lips tightly and pretended to be forever. Not wanting to speak, she just pressed the small wooden bowl in her hand harder against his stomach.
"Miss Jin, don't be angry. In fact, this matter is very simple."
Qin Lang is "good at tempting" and inexplicably feels like abducting a girl:
"As long as you take back those words and admit My own life is also important, so even if you really owe me, I will just drink this tea."
After Gu Jin was silent for a while, he said softly:
"I am. The lady’s bodyguard is a dead soldier.”
"Yes, a dead soldier should value his life even more!"
"..."
"A dead soldier who doesn't even value his own life, why should he value what he wants? Protect the lives of people? "
"..."
"In other words, if you don't value yourself, who will protect your wife if something happens in the future?"
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Qin Lang looked at the girl seriously, raised a finger and tapped her forehead:
“It’s interesting to say something like your life is not important without any awareness at all. "
"..."
"Don't keep silent, let's do this, you take it back and never say that kind of thing again, I will drink this tea, do you agree? ?”
“…”
"Nod if you agree."
Gu Jin stared at Qin Lang indifferently, staring at him for several seconds, and finally nodded stiffly.
The long pony tail rippled slightly, exuding a faint fragrance.
Qin Lang then took the small wooden bowl that was almost touching his stomach with a red mark and drank it in one gulp.
“?!”
"If you put too much, I feel bitter...huh? What's wrong?"
"..."
The girl stopped talking, the surprise in her eyes flashed, and her lips pursed. Next, I didn’t say anything after all.
Forget it...
Forgot to turn the small wooden bowl over and let him drink from where he drank...
With her status, she is probably not suitable to care about such boring things in this life...
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Two flowers bloomed, each representing One branch.
At the same time, under the same night sky, inside the Qingzhou Government Office, the back garden built in Yangzhou style is full of tranquility, with small bridges, flowing water, red flowers and green willows, and is elegant and unique.
At this time, the bright moon was high in the sky, and in a small man-made lake more than ten feet square in the garden, two old men were sitting under the pavilion in the center of the lake, one drinking wine and the other drinking tea.
The tea drinker has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He wears a brocade dress with cloud patterns and embroidered birds. He is over fifty years old, and his beard and hair are still black and green.
The drinker has a sinister look on his face, is wearing a dirty gray linen robe, and has unkempt white hair.
"Sir, this matter is of great importance. I apologize for the inconvenience of staying with you tonight. Let me tell you directly. Our sect leader was killed in Jianping County half a month ago. I heard the day before yesterday that the body has been delivered to your residence. I don’t know. Is it true? "
The white-haired old man got straight to the point. The black-haired old man didn't look at him. He raised his glass and took a long sip:
"Xue Gui's death... I won't talk about you. I didn’t expect that, after all, the arrest warrants were issued ten years ago. Your sect leader has a great reputation. Who knew that someone would not hesitate to target him even with a mere reward of fifty taels of silver? This shows that there are not a few chivalrous people in today’s world. Isn’t it great?”
"Sir!"
The white-haired old man was obviously very impatient:
"Ten years ago, Tianhe Sect's industry expanded from Yizhou to Qingzhou. Our Xuedao Sect is also very knowledgeable, and the owners are willing to After hiding in prison, the number of people in the entire sect has been reduced to only twenty or thirty. It can be said that a strong man has lost his strength..."
"Don't make yourself sound so tragic"
The black-haired old man. Glancing at each other:
"Who are you? You are just a bunch of bandits, one of the twelve sects of Jianghu. You don't know what you are thinking. The arrest warrant issued ten years ago was not only the intention of Tianhe Sect, but also the intention of Qingzhou people and officials. The reason why I have left you with a trace of life is because of the past relationship between your sect master and me. What else do you want to ask for when you come today?"
"Sir, sir? Of course I know this!"
The white-haired old man gritted his teeth:
"As an elder of the sect, I know that it will only be a matter of time before my Blood Knife Sect completely disappears from the world. I don’t really expect anything. The reason why I still shamelessly talk about old things with you is just to ask you for a reasonable thing.”
“You need to ask for a reasonable thing. ”
"I hope that your lord will return the body of my sect leader Xue Gui to our Blood Knife Sect."
"Why? Is there any treasure on his body?"
The black-haired old man unintentionally After saying a word, the white-haired old man's eyes trembled quietly, and he said calmly:
"The sect master has suffered in the cell for ten years, there is no treasure to speak of, but we who were the first to follow the sect master I am a veteran who still has a little loyalty to the world, but I really can’t bear it..."
"Okay, okay"
The black-haired old man stroked his long beard:
"Let me tell you straight, a corpse brought to the state capital is just for identification. It was checked the day before yesterday. It is indeed that old man Xue Gui. , if you want to take it back, just take it, I will give you the silver reward, that’s it.”
“Thank you, Lord Magistrate!”
“Come here, bring it. This old gentleman went to find Wu Zuo... Oh, by the way, you'd better not show up in the world again because of Xue Gui's matter. There is news in the capital that a big shot may pass by me to major states and counties. If you If you step on the iron plate, you may not only be expelled from the Blood Knife Sect, but also your life."
"Please remember! I will definitely let the disciples keep a low profile when I go back!"
...
Soon, the white-haired old man left under the leadership of his servant, and the prefect summoned a servant again after drinking a few more drinks alone.
"What are your orders, sir?"
"Find someone to follow you and see if there is anything fishy about Xue Gui's body."
"Yes!"
(End of this chapter)