Hot as China, cold as snow

A woman in red was holding a secret letter in her hand. The more she looked at it, the more gloomy her face became. Her five fingers crushed the whole paper into powder and dispersed it in the air. In the blood-red sleeves like rouge, clenched tightly, drips of blood fell down the sleeves and onto the floor tiles under your feet.Hong Ling stood on the top of the seven-storey pavilion and looked at the sky expressionlessly. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she didn't know that under the blood-red sleeves, her five fingers were tightly clenched, and the fingertips had already pierced into the flesh.

The more some people want to hide, the more they can't hide.People don't offend me, I don't offend others, but Ghost Eater, you come to offend me anyway, then don't blame me, Hong Ling, for not being sympathetic.Hong Ling thought to herself, she flicked her sleeves fiercely, the wide and long sleeves swept past the window, and a white pigeon fell from the seven-story tower, leaving only two white feathers on the blood-stained place under the window. on the floor tiles.Hong Ling quickly took two steps forward, stepped on the wooden window sill, and flew down from the seven-story tower.The swaying red dress is like a flower blooming in the night, tumbling in the night sky as beautifully as a flash in the pan.

The red ribbon hidden in the sleeve was wrapped around the pillar, and after several ups and downs, people were already a hundred meters away.

There are still lights and festoons outside the gate of Huamanlou, which is very lively.The man in white plain clothes faced the dressing table, carefully touched his temples with his slender fingers, looked at his temples for a long time and asked: "Okay, this time the mask fits well, it can't be seen that it's a disguise. Let me say, the whole saint Cheng's ability to change faces, if I, Qingling, say that I am second, no one will dare to say that I am the first." The reflection of the mirror reflected his face at the moment.Standing behind Qingling, Liu Moran looked at her face in the mirror that was exactly the same as her own, and instantly had an illusion: "It's really the same, your skills are so proficient."

Qingling casually handed over a hairpin: "Help me tie my hair. Normally, Xing'er, that little maid helped me to do it, but now I'm sent to do some errands, so you can only tie my long hair." Liu Moran took over That hairpin, comb it once, twice, three times, comb it to the end slowly, comb the long hair, and use the hairpin to tie up the hair, looking at the same face as myself in the mirror, hesitantly wondering if I am asking myself She still asked Qing Ling who was disguised: "Is it unethical for us to do this, and I always feel a little inappropriate."

Qingling turned around and said, "You're fine. You are the one who proposed the plan, and you are the one who hesitated. Now that you have reached this point, what else do you want? You are really rigid. I know you are kind, and good people will let you I should be the one who should be depressed." He stood up from the dressing table and turned around in a circle, his expression and movements imitated perfectly like Liu Moran: "Look, let me tell you, this is I will help you for the last time, and next time you will not help you even if you say you are talking about it. I want to stay away from the world and live a life of seclusion. I was originally afraid of being found out about my secret. This is good, for You have to show up in front of everyone. I risked my life to help you, and you owe me a big favor, so remember it."

Liu Moran chuckled lightly: "Are you ashamed to say that I owe you a favor? It's not that everyone takes what they need, but I was issued a wanted arrest warrant by people from the Ziwei clan under your Yun Che's name."

Qingling glared at him reproachfully, and then looked back at herself, looking left and right, she always felt a little worse: "That's different, um, by the way, clothes, wait for me to change. "Qing Ling tossed and tossed inside for a while, and soon came out.

The little maid Xing'er lifted the curtain and came in, and seeing two identical Liu Moran, she covered her lips and opened her eyes wide with a surprised expression: "My God, Mr. Qingling, I've seen your disguise so many times. I still think it's amazing. Which one of you two is Mr. Qingling and which one is Mr. Liu!"

Qingling took Liu Muran's hand and the two turned around in a circle, Liu Muran waved Qingling's hand away, and straightened her clothes: "Stop making trouble, Miss Xing'er, but there is a letter." Liu As soon as Mo Ran spoke, he missed a trap.

Xing'er looked at Liu Moran, bowed and gave a slight salute: "Young Master Liu, it was Sister Yue'er who sent the news that Hong Ling had left."

Hong Ling will go to find Ghost Eater when she leaves, the two of them have already guessed the news.As the hall master of 'Ming', Hong Ling is Ming Yan's subordinate, and Ming Yan's early wife is Qu Yan'er, Ghost Eater's younger sister.At that time, Ghost Soul Eater of "Dianjing" and Mingyan of "Ming" became enemies because of Qu Yan'er's death.Qingling's news network has long known that Hong Ling secretly has a child, and this child must be implicated in Ghost Eater.Now that the news has been released that the child has been robbed by Ghost Eater, Hong Ling, who is eager to love her son, will definitely look for it.

With Liu Moran's face on her face, Qing Ling also became serious: "Well, it seems that we should also act."

"Be careful in everything, just lure the person away to me for a while, and leave if you can't fight, and pay attention to your own safety. I will find the evidence as quickly as possible while Hong Ling is away." Liu Moran did not forget to ask.

Qingling nodded and thought for a while, "Don't worry, I asked Yue'er to take the child out to play, and when we're done, I'll send the child back to Hong Ling intact." After finishing speaking, she waved her hand and left .

With Liu Moran's pretty face on her face, Qing Ling played with a replica sapphire flute behind her hands, while wandering around along the street, buying fruit stalls, butcher shops, steamed stuffed buns and pastries. Throw them to beggars on the side of the road, and even stop at the rouge and gouache stalls, sniff them, ask a few questions casually, but don't buy them.Although they look the same, this casual behavior is far from Liu Moran's.The people following Qingling were puzzled.He looked at Liu Moran in front of him, and whispered to the people next to him: "Look again. Be careful of exposure."

Qingling looked sideways, counting the number of people secretly in her heart, three groups of people followed behind, one group was Liu Moran's people who were hiding in familiar martial arts routines and not very good Ziwei clan sent to search; one group was about three There are about five people who are very stable, and they are secretly sent by Ghost Eater; there is also a group of people, whose concealment skills are very good, and the number of people cannot be seen, they are probably the people of the killer organization "Ming"; Qingling thought secretly, Ghost Eater is really ambitious He covets the divine power of the ancestral members of the Ziwei clan, but they don't know that this kind of divine power can only be useful if Liu Moran is willing to dedicate it.It's just that the killer of 'Ming' has no murderous intent. With Leng Xuanren's character, he will not spy on Liu Moran. Who sent this person?Or in other words, who spent money to hire an assassin to kill Liu Moran?Seeing the scorching sun, Qingling felt a little thirsty from shopping again. When she raised her eyes, she happened to see a busker playing a song in a teahouse in front of her. A pot of tea.

Qingling looked around, thinking that anyway, she wants to attract attention, to delay time, or face other people's faces, if she doesn't want to make a fuss, it would be very interesting to smear Liu Moran. Who is Liu Moran? Don't hesitate to use me to distract so many people.Thinking of tricks to trick people in his heart, but the corners of his mouth are full of smiles. The woman on the stage just ended a piece of pipa, which won frequent applause from the audience. , reached out and grabbed some candy from the fruit tray next to it and threw it in the tray: "I don't think it's good, so it's worth the price." The voices of indignation from the bystanders sounded, but no one dared to step forward to be the first bird. Grandpa wanted to calm things down, so he bowed his back and said thank you to leave, but Qingling refused: "Here, master, I don't think the little girl can play the pipa very well, but she can barely catch the eye. With this level and appearance, she dares to come out to show off." , I really admire it." Qingling made a clumsy look on purpose.It caused the people around to laugh, and some people were very upset about the artist: "If you can, what are you doing here? If you want to listen to good music, you can go to Huamanlou. You look like a dog. It's just the spoiled young master of a declining family who doesn't understand anything."

"That's it." Someone echoed: "It's just making trouble."

What Qingling wanted was to get messed up, and she didn't get angry, instead she said loudly: "Who says I'm incompetent?" Then she took out the fake sapphire flute and showed it to everyone: "I compete with this little girl. , if I win, she will serve me as a slave." The little girl was so frightened that she backed away again and again, like a hunched grandfather offering help.

The old man obviously had a hard time surviving, so he had no choice but to plead: "My granddaughter and I have traveled around the rivers and lakes to perform for a living. I don't know where I disturbed and offended you. Please, my lord, let us go."

"No, we have to compare." Qing Ling knew that she had never deliberately pretended to be Liu Moran from the beginning, she was too casual and many behaviors had already aroused suspicion. The song will definitely make some people let go of their suspicions, so they are tough.

Someone beside him also echoed: "Girl, what are you afraid of, the big deal is to compare yourself to him. So many of us can be witnesses for you, so I don't believe that this dude can boast better than you."

"Let's talk about how to win or lose. Hey, boy, you only said that you won, and the girl will be your slave and handmaid. Why didn't you say that you lost?" Someone next to him made a move.Someone timidly pushed his arm and said: "Don't talk nonsense, this is a matter between the grandparents and grandchildren, not your daughter." When the man heard the truth, he urged the stooped grandfather: "Hey , I said you play the pipa every day, afraid of this brat."

The grandfather didn't pay attention either, and was told by everyone that he didn't nod or shake his head, but the girl kept pushing him back.Qingling said: "At first, I was very confident that I would not lose. I didn't need to make documents or anything like that, but it must be fair. If I lose, I will let the little girl deal with it. To show fairness, I will use the pen and ink as evidence. , all of you are witnesses." Qingling took the flute and went up to the stage and boasted: "Don't say I'm bullying you, I'm the flute, you are the pipa, you can play and sing, I can only play but not sing, let's start Make a fool of yourself."

Qingling stood in the most conspicuous place, couldn't help laughing in her heart, secretly thought Liu Moran that your reputation might be ruined by me, Qingling.He lifted the sapphire flute to his lips, raised his eyes to look at the clear sky, and remembered the long-standing name "Yun Che" that he had discarded, took a breath, and a melodious "Piaohong" came to his ears, lightly Musical, natural and casual. 'Gone with the Red' was a song created by Liu Moran for Su He when Liu Moran was in full swing on Cang Qiong Mountain.

The song is not finished, but the murderous intention is now.Tong Yao's sword was already approaching in front of her eyes, Qingling was startled, she never expected that people from the Ziwei tribe in the public would attack him without any scruples, it is said that although Liu Moran was one of the suspects who killed the patriarch, she was still Ziwei Even if the people from the Ziwei clan want to arrest him, they will not kill him easily without three trials, but what is the situation now?Tong Yao turned out to be very murderous, and it was clearly a deadly move.Qingling secretly complained to Liu Moran, while dodging hurriedly.

Tong Yao got the order from the Ziwei clan and got Liu Moran's whereabouts and took him alive.What's more, in front of the public, Tong Yao would not make a move because of public opinion, but Qingling blew a song "Floating Red" on the stage, which stabbed Tong Yao's heart, and was even more angry. Forgot the rules out of hand.Who doesn't know that Tong Yao loves Su He, and this song is a song that Liu Moran gave to Su He when everyone in the Ziwei tribe was famous, can it not make Tong Yao feel murderous?

"Traitor, where are you going? Return the patriarch's order." Tong Yao thought for a moment, why not just kill Liu Moran, and save Su He from him.To avenge the patriarch in name, even if Yuan Ai blames him, he might as well go directly to his brother Tong Shen, which can be regarded as doing meritorious service for Ghost Eater.Thinking of it this way, the attack was even more ruthless.

Knowing that Qinglingjing has the true inheritance of the Ziwei family, his kung fu is naturally superior to Tong Yao, and it is a moment of life and death. He flipped in the air, stepped on the pillar with his left foot, flew to the horse under the teahouse, and untied the reins , The legs clamped the horse's belly, the horse cried out in pain, and ran ten meters away in a few seconds.This suddenly avoided the many eyes and ears following him.Qingling looked at the time, she had finished all the things Liu Moran had to do, so she abandoned the horse, patted the horse's buttocks, and let it go away on its own, while she changed direction to the contact point where she had made an appointment to meet go.

How do you know that Xing'er rushed over as soon as he arrived at the contact point: "Young master, you are back, where is our young master?"

Qingling turned around in a circle: "I am your son!" Then she walked inside and asked casually, "Why, Liu Moran hasn't come back yet?"

"Young master Qingling, you can be regarded as coming back, young master, something serious has happened, it's not good." Xing'er stomped her feet anxiously.

Qingling didn't have time to sit down: "What's the matter, you talk slowly, but something happened to Liu Moran?"

Xing'er shook her head, and said anxiously: "Sister Yue'er has received news that the whereabouts of that child named Qu Wu has been found, and now sister Yue'er and her party are being watched there."

Qingling faced Liu Muran's face and frowned sideways, like Liu Muran, he thought about it for a while and said: "Don't worry, Liu Muran hasn't returned yet, and there is no news from all aspects, so let him It's not that something went wrong with his skill, it must have been delayed by something. It's already this hour, anyway, the child is going to be returned, so send a message to Yue'er that the child is useless, why not find a chance to let Hong Ling's People can take the child away, but it’s easy for us to return the child. Let Yue’er come back quickly after the matter is over.”

With someone in charge, Xing'er's heart settled down, she bowed and said: "Yes, I will do it right away."

As soon as Xing'er walked away, Qingling absent-mindedly touched the teacup at hand. An accidental teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Qingling stared at the broken teacup on the ground and touched the corners of her eyes: "This eyelid is twitching so badly. Could it be that something happened? Something." Qingling thought about it and decided that it was not possible, she didn't even take off her clothes and the mask on her face, and rode out of the contact point directly.