Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 276 The Fish That Walked into the Trap
Leng Yuchan pulled the silk string that tied the bell beside the beam and notified the waiter to serve the dishes.

She poured a cup of tea for Yang Yuan first, and said softly: "Although Yang Zhangfang was promoted, he went to the Chanzifang and took over a mess. It's really unfair."

The beautiful lady serves tea with her bare hands and speaks in a sweet voice.

Yang Yuan saw it with his eyes, heard it with his ears, and smelled it, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

The Leng Yuchan in front of him seemed to have suddenly transformed from a juicy little green vegetable in the vegetable garden into a dish with delicious color, aroma and taste, making people feel like they were enjoying a feast.

Yang Yuan smiled and replied, "When I arrived at the 'Yuzifang', nothing bothered me, but someone ended up bothering me.

It is better for this person to create some trouble for himself. If he can solve the trouble, he will prove his ability and others will respect him. "

Leng Yuchan said coyly: "Master Yang is right. I...at that time..."

Yang Yuan was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so he quickly said, "You and I have lived and died together before, and now it's a private party, so don't address me by my official title, just call me Er Lang."

Leng Yuchan was delighted when she heard this. Erlang? This is more intimate than calling him "Sigong"!
Leng Yuchan and Xue Bingxin have been together since they were six years old. It can almost be said that the two have lived together and grown up together since they can remember.

Such a feeling of companionship and dependence cannot be easily broken.

Even though she was cursing that shameless little bitch with gnashing teeth, if Xue Bingxin really encountered any trouble or emergency, she would still help without hesitation.

But human emotions are weird.

Precisely because the two of them are so close that they are inseparable, they particularly like to compete with each other. They always have to suppress the other to feel indescribably happy.

Now, just a title had the upper hand, and Leng Yuchan felt that she had turned the tables and felt very proud.

She blushed and said shyly, "Well, then Erlang, you shouldn't address people by their official titles in private."

"That's true. But, what should I call you..."

Leng Yuchan suddenly found the courage from nowhere and asked boldly, "Chan'er?"

The air in the room and the breathing of the two people seemed to be frozen in an instant.

Our eyes met, and at this moment, there was only the person in our eyes.

The best tacit understanding between men and women is that you understand my ill intentions, and I understand your pretense of reserve.

When a woman allows a man to call her so intimately, many things become clear.

Yang Yuan's heartstrings could not help but beat, and he called softly, "Chan'er!"

Leng Yuchan bit her lips, her eyes rippling like spring water.

But Yang Yuan was like the moon reflected in the water, always fixed in her eyes, motionless.

She let out a soft "hmm" sound from her nose, her ears were burning and her head was dizzy, as if she had drunk a jar of good wine.

Yang Yuan suddenly had a hunch that maybe... something would happen tonight.

……

Shapi Lane, commonly known as Datong Lane.

Datong Lane and Cuiyu Tower.

Kou Heiyi's sturdy body is bronze in color, full of a free and unrestrained aura.

His sturdy body was naked, with only a long sweat towel draped around his waist.

The girl "Shui Fu" snuggled in his arms, and her panting, which had not yet completely subsided, announced that the two of them had just finished a satisfying fight.

"Shui Fu" is a new star that has recently emerged in the brothel industry. She has already been widely considered to be able to compete for the title of one of the Twelve Oirans during the Lantern Festival next year.

Her worth is naturally not cheap. Clients who want to see her need to make an appointment. Without frequent visits and a large sum of money, there is no chance of becoming her lover.

However, in front of Kou Heiyi, she was very gentle and affectionate, and she never accepted money from Kou Heiyi for her hair wrapping.

The red candle on the table illuminated her jade-like skin, and she was gently stroking Kou Heiyi's strong chest.

Shui Fu asked softly, "The plan to assassinate Mu Si was very detailed. How could Prince Pu'an be sure that the real assassin was at the dock?"

Kou Heiyi showed a hint of admiration in his eyes and said, "The loophole existed to begin with.

However, when someone shoots arrows from a distance and Mu Si dies from those arrows, people will have preconceived ideas.

In this case, the slight difference in the angle at which the arrow enters the human body should not be noticed by anyone.

However, “should not” does not mean “definitely”, and I did not expect that someone would discover this little flaw. ”

"Shui Fu" raised her head slightly, looked at Kou Heiyi, and asked with concern: "Will they suspect you because of this?"

Kou Heiyi shook his head: "As long as there is no witness at the dock, no one will ever suspect me."

He patted Shui Fu's plump buttocks and said with a smile, "If everyone on the dock is a suspect, then I am less suspicious than Prince Pu'an himself, so I won't be traced back to me."

Shui Fu sighed, snuggled into his chest again, and murmured, "Strange, that smuggling fleet was originally a private fleet of Wanyan Yong and Wanyan Zheng.

They are now being ostracized and suppressed by the Jin Emperor Wanyan Liang, and are in urgent need of expanding their financial resources to maintain the situation.

But if they want to make money through smuggling, they need Qin Hui's help. How can they get such a confidential item as the 'Ma Huang Crossbow'?"

Kou Heiyi said: "This is exactly why I did not report to the Blood Pagoda and let the Emperor Jin deal with them.

If they really have this channel, I would like to find an opportunity to get it.”

"Shui Fu" Yanran said: "You did the right thing. Although Wanyan Yong, Wanyan Zheng and their group are no match for Wanyan Liang, their presence can hold Wanyan Liang's thigh, which is beneficial to us and not harmful."

Kou Heiyi smiled slightly and said, "I also went to see Qin Hui as a secret envoy of the Jin Emperor.

Regarding the Mahuang crossbow, I claimed that I got it.

Doing so will surely make Qin Hui even more wary, as he will think that we already have a collaborator in Song who is no less capable than him.

He will be more obedient in the future."

"Very good! If you can make Qin Hui more obedient, your status in the Jin Kingdom's 'Blood Pagoda' will be higher, and you will be able to play a greater role in the future."

Kou Heiyi sighed, stroked her smooth skin, and said faintly: "But I... miss home a little."

"I also want to..." Shui Fu's face also revealed a trace of melancholy. "But only if we live outside, our home will be safer."

Shui Fu said quietly: "I may still be able to return in the future. And you, you are the only one from our Great Xia who successfully sneaked into the 'Blood Pagoda' of the Jin Kingdom.

By some strange coincidence, he was sent to the State of Song by the Jin people and became the only person who successfully infiltrated the "Imperial City Division" of the State of Song.

You are so useful, so... I'm afraid you will never be able to go back."

Kou Heiyi was absent-minded for a moment, and said softly: "Not necessarily. I heard that when a person dies, even if the body is thousands of miles away, the soul will return to the hometown."

"No nonsense!"

Shui Fu said angrily: "We can all die, but you must live."

Kou Heiyi smiled bitterly and murmured, "If Song becomes powerful, it will destroy us. If Jin becomes powerful, it will also destroy us.

If one of Song and Jin ceases to exist, our Great Xia will not be far from its demise.

Only when the two sides are evenly matched can Daxia, which is caught in the middle, survive. We are still too weak..."

……

Leng Yuchan felt that she was too weak, so weak!
Obviously everything was planned well.

While drinking, she and Yang Yuan talked about the past when they shared a boat and went out to sea to capture thieves.

Many exciting and thrilling situations, many things that were overlooked at the time, are now interesting topics when talked about one by one.

Before they knew it, they had drunk a lot of wine.

Then, Leng Yuchan felt that the opportunity had come.

While Yang Yuan was out to relieve himself, she decided to secretly put the drug that she had obtained from "Yinianhong" into Yang Yuan's wine glass.

Can you imagine how it feels to be caught red-handed by a beautiful woman with outstanding temperament, beautiful face, and tall figure, who looks like a fairy from the Moon Palace, while she is holding a medicine bag and shaking it into a man's cup?

Her cheeks were burning hot and blushing so much that blood might come out.

His feet were digging in his boots and were about to make a hole in the third floor floor.

She didn't understand. Yang Yuan clearly said he was going to the bathroom, so why did he come back just after he left?

Then, she didn't know what she was thinking, she suddenly grabbed the chopsticks and put them to her throat.

However, before she could exert any strength, Yang Yuan grabbed her away and then "tricked" her into holding her sideways.

Yang Yuan's eyes were as hot as the sun, staring at her and asking, "Don't you regret it?"

Leng Yuchan bit her lip and shook her head vigorously. Afraid that he couldn't see clearly, she said, "No regrets!"

Yang Yuan held Leng Yuchan horizontally and turned around four screens.

Behind the screen is a bedroom. Yang Yuan had been lurking in "Chunfeng Tower" for a long time, so how could he not know the layout here?

Since Leng Yuchan had asked him to come here, he had guessed what was going to happen.

So, the so-called going out to relieve himself was just that he wanted to see what Leng Yuchan was going to do.

Leng Yuchan had been secretly looking at his wine glass and pinching the corner of her clothes. She thought she was doing it very secretly, but she didn't know that Yang Yuan had already seen it all.

Yang Yuan found it both funny and touching.

If he were to go along with this kind of thing, he would be such a scoundrel.

Therefore, he felt that he should take the initiative himself.

When Leng Yuchan was put on the couch, she closed her eyes tightly, turned her head to the side, and did not dare to face Yang Yuan at all.

However, when her belt was gently untied, she suddenly remembered something important.

"Ah! No, my medicine..."

Leng Yuchan got up, knelt down beside the couch, and opened the dressing table cabinet at the head of the bed.

She had already prepared a bowl of pregnancy-removing soup and hid it in a drawer.

"Crash!" He pulled with great force, and the entire drawer was pulled out, so the bowl of medicine spilled onto the ground.

"Ah this..."

Leng Yuchan was in a daze.

But her kneeling posture made Yang Yuan behind her unable to hold back.

Leng Yuchan only felt someone grabbing her slender waist and then dragged her back.

"Eh?"

Leng Yuchan screamed, and the curtain was let down by Yang Yuan.

"Mantra, yes, yes, chant the mantra. Erlang, wait... wait a minute, Om Chi Om Ya Na... Hulu Doubimaro, no, Hulu Doza, no, um..."

The chanting stopped, but perhaps Leng Yuchan finally remembered the correct way to chant the spell, and soon after, the chanting started again.

However, this time the spell only consisted of a few simple syllables: “um” and “ah”…

After a long time, a jade foot stretched out from the curtain.

The smooth instep is stretched straight, the toes are tightly clasped, and the arch of the foot forms an attractive curve.

Suddenly, the snow-white foot retracted into the curtain, and a delicate head poked out from the curtain.

She frowned, looking like she was in pain and sadness, and there was a hint of unbearableness in her painful expression.

But she was obviously a girl with great endurance. She bit a few strands of her black hair tightly in her mouth, and mist welled up in her almond-shaped eyes.

At this time, her spell was reduced to just one syllable, "hmm," but with different lengths and pitches, it became a song.

(End of this chapter)