The sick beauty has caught the bamboo horse

Suddenly, Zhou Qingyan understood what Jiang Xuhan meant.Silently, the man casually grabbed a long sword on the ground, flipped his slender wrist lightly, and made two gorgeous sword flowers.

It is heavier than Silver Moon, and the blade is not too sharp, but it is not too difficult to use the inside.

In an instant, Zhou Qingyan's figure disappeared from everyone's eyes, and when he reappeared, he was less than five meters away from the lion.Before everyone could exclaim in surprise, they only heard the sound of a hard object piercing through flesh and blood.

The long sword pierced the white lion's left front leg, and blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

Zhou Qingyan's eyes froze, this white lion was not an ordinary lion after all, his sword was intended to cripple a leg of the white lion, who would have thought that the lion was so sensitive that he could not move enough to cut its leg.

The white lion roared again and again in pain, and the terrifying sound waves entered Zhou Qingyan's ears.Let the latter's already upset mood become more irritable: "Shut up!"

With his whole body drinking, Zhou Qingyan stepped on the head of the white lion, holding a sword in both hands and was about to stab down.

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air not far away.

Zhou Qingyan didn't even look back, and in the clear eyes of the white lion, he saw the arrow falling rapidly from the sky. The range was extremely precise, and the emperor and the others were all isolated, only falling on the heads of Zhou Qingyan and the white lion.

Lu Yi!

The original upset in Zhou Qingyan's heart turned into monstrous anger.You didn't show up when the situation was urgent just now, but now that I have captured the white lion, you not only want to take credit for it, but you also want to take the opportunity to kill me!

Although I don't care about flattering the emperor, it's not your turn to be presumptuous!

Zhou Qingyan let go of the white lion, stepped on the latter's head and jumped up in the air, his clothes and hair fluttering in the howling wind.The crowd didn't even see clearly how the sword in Zhou Qingyan's hand was being used, they could only see a ping, bang, bang, and the arrows fell to the ground feebly.

Zhou Qingyan's blood-stained purple robe was expressionless, and he lowered his head to look at the white lion---I don't know if it's because the white lion is naturally smarter than other animals, and it doesn't hurt anyone anymore when it sees it, and lies obediently on the ground.

Zhou Qingyan walked towards the emperor step by step, holding a blood-stained sword, like a bloodthirsty Rakshasa.Immediately afterwards, the man knelt down on one knee, and his voice was as loud as a bell: "Your Majesty, the white lion may be suspicious of hurting people, so it cannot be killed."

Lu Yi, who was sweating profusely, just heard these words, and saw the safe and sound Baishi and Zhou Qingyan, his face turned livid.

The emperor naturally saw Zhou Qingyan's performance, and also saw the arrow rain, nodded: "This matter is indeed suspicious."

There was a flash of panic in Lu Yi's eyes.

The emperor was relieved to see the white lion lying obediently on the ground without hurting anyone: "Since this is the case, I will leave this matter to you, Zhou Qing, and you must bring the murderer to justice."

Lu Yi couldn't sit still this time. Although it was the fault of the fourth prince that the white lion escaped from the iron cage, Zhou Qingyan could find out that the white lion was given to the queen by him, and he would be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River. unclear.

"Your Majesty." Lu Yi bit the bullet and said, "The national teacher is weak, and I am willing to take on this important task."

Zhou Qingyan looked at him coldly with squinting eyes, and smiled.

Sure enough, the emperor pondered for a moment: "Zhou Qing's body... Then you will assist Zhou Qing to find out the truth within a month."

Zhou Qingyan bowed his head to thank him, and from the corner of his eye he drifted past Jiang's father and son and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, if it weren't for Young Master Jiang's help, I'm afraid the white lion would not be tamed now."

Emperor: "Father and son of the Jiang family also have merits. Let someone pass on to the imperial physician, and I will bestow favor on them when they wake up."

Zhou Qingyan's pale lips finally took the bait happily.

Zhou Qingyan saw that most of the reasons for his pale face were illnesses rather than injuries. Even if the imperial physician checked the pulse, he couldn't think of anything to do, but the emperor was sitting behind, which made the gray-haired imperial physician sweat continuously on his forehead.

At this time, two men and women in monk's robes walked in. The man's face was kind and compassionate, and the woman's face was covered so that she couldn't see her face clearly.

Concubine Qi took a step forward: "Your Majesty, these are the two masters of Lingguang Temple, and my concubine specially invites them to come here to bring bad luck."

The emperor nodded wearily. The birthday banquet was messed up, so it was good to get rid of the bad luck.

I never thought that this female monk would be able to diagnose the pulse.

Zhou Qingyan looked suspiciously at the female monk who wanted to check his pulse, but after being fooled by him falsely and honestly, he said to the emperor seriously: "Your Majesty, the national teacher has suffered a very serious internal injury, and needs to be recuperated for a while."

Thanks to this sentence, Zhou Qingyan was able to return home early.

All the way out of the palace gate safely, Ah Qiang immediately jumped off the carriage when she saw him, tears welling in her eyes: "Master, you, why do you look so ugly?"

Finally, there was no need to pretend in front of his own people, Zhou Qingyan snorted, and was stunned when he got in the car---Chu Hengduan was sitting in the car.

"You, why are you here?" Zhou Qingyan struggled to breathe, seeing Chu Heng couldn't help but his legs gave way and he fell down. Fortunately, Chu Heng picked him up and hugged him tightly in his arms.

The heat continuously came from his strong body, warming his stiff body, Zhou Qingyan gradually began to feel drowsy.

Chu Hengwan was like an old father who checked him from head to toe and found that he was not injured, so his weakness must be due to a serious illness rumored in the market.

The man's eyes dimmed involuntarily.A good person entered the palace, how did he become like this?

A very vague thought flashed through Chu Heng's mind, and the man in his arms whispered in a low voice, which instantly interrupted Chu Heng's thoughts.

The man lowered his head: "What did you say?"

Zhou Qingyan's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed from time to time, his hands were tucked in front of his chest, his thin lips fluttered as if unconsciously opening his mouth to breathe in a dream.

But Chu Heng knew that he didn't sleep well, so he wanted to say something.

Zhou Qingyan's voice was like a mosquito spreading its wings: "Hold..."

Chu Heng was silent for a long while, then stretched out his arms to wrap around Zhou Qingyan's waist, and gently pulled him into his arms a little bit---with such a movement, Zhou Qingyan's hands shrunk in front of his chest immediately fell on his chest.

Zhou Qingyan probably didn't have much consciousness, but Chu Heng's body was terribly stiff at that moment.

Seeing that Zhou Qingyan was still frowning, Chu Heng had no choice but to put his arms around his waist and pat Zhou Qingyan's back: "Hold it, sleep if you want."

The coachman was a skilled driver, and got Ah Qiang's order to drive the car quickly and steadily. Zhou Qingyan leaned against Chu Heng's arms without much jolting.

At the gate of the mansion, Chu Heng originally planned to carry Zhou Qingyan straight back into the house and let him continue to sleep, but Zhou Qingyan opened his eyes as soon as the carriage stopped.

Chu Heng didn't know what to do with the hands on Zhou Qingyan's back and waist.

With such an ambiguous posture, the two looked at each other silently for a moment, Zhou Qingyan blinked and his eyes became slightly brighter, and Chu Heng's face flushed red.

In fact, Zhou Qingyan opened the mouth first, and Zhou Qingyan opened the eyes first, but anyone who is not so thin-skinned and blushing from Chu Heng can only be that bastard.

It's a pity that Young Master Chu has always been upright and self-reliant in his life for more than 20 years, and he never thought about how to turn Zhou Qingyan into the army.

Zhou Qingyan was probably a little dizzy, and he didn't have time to tease him for a while.

Ah Qiang's voice came from outside the car: "Both young masters, you're home."

As if some kind of mysterious atmosphere was broken, the breath flowed in this small space again.

Chu Heng let go of Zhou Qingyan pretending to be calm: "I'm home."

Got home.Those three words touched Zhou Qingyan's secret nerves.The latter got out of the car with a pale face and went back to the yard.

The hot water in the house is ready, and the steaming mist rises behind the screen, and the three charcoal basins keep the house extremely warm.

Chu Heng followed Zhou Qingyan into the room, and there was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead at this moment--for a grown man practicing martial arts, the room was too hot.

Zhou Qingyan obviously didn't feel the heat. On the contrary, he even shivered, trembling when he walked in.

Chu Heng couldn't help frowning, he took his hand and expressed concern: "What's the matter? Ask the doctor to take a look."

Zhou Qingyan forced a smile at him and shook his head: "It's okay... I'll go change my clothes..."

On the way home from the palace, he didn't seem to recover, but was weaker than before.

Chu Heng didn't care to think about the reason, because he felt that Zhou Qingyan would pass out as soon as he let go: "I'll help you."

Anyway, it has become a habit to wait for him to take a bath, so it is not a problem to change clothes.

Zhou Qingyan shook his head uncharacteristically this time, not letting Chu Heng in, nor A Qiang in, walking vainly behind the screen alone, holding the screen firmly with plain white fingers, turning his head and saying: "You, don't go ... I will soon ... come out."

"I won't leave, I'll wait for you here." After Chu Heng finished speaking, a deep "Chuan" word appeared on his forehead.

Why is Zhou Qingyan so abnormal now?

Zhou Qingyan said he would come out soon, but in fact it took a long time.Ah Qiang went out twice during the period, once someone came in to heat the water, and once someone carried away a charcoal basin.

Seeing this, Chu Heng said calmly: "There is no need to move the charcoal basin, it will be cold when he comes out."

Ah Qiang hesitated: "But you..."

Chu Heng shook his head: "It's fine with me. If other people feel hot, just go out. I'll wait for him here."

Ah Qiang had no choice but to retreat first, only Chu Heng and Zhou Qingyan were left in the room, they could not see each other through a screen.

A screen, Chu Heng, naturally didn't take it seriously, he could go in whenever he wanted.

But when Zhou Qingyan asked him to wait outside, Chu Heng stayed outside like a dead waiter who had been ordered, never sneaking in or retreating.

By the time Zhou Qingyan tidied up and came out, an entire hour had passed.

The man came out barefoot, with wet hair hanging behind him, his face flushed a little more from the heat.He bent his lips and smiled, his expression much more relaxed than before.

Chu Heng stared at him without blinking.

Zhou Qingyan raised the end of his charming eyes slightly, and came to Chu Heng with a steamy body: "Ziyuan, I'm here, can you help me with my hair?"

Although Chu Heng didn't know why Zhou Qingyan recovered so much after taking a bath, he neither said nor asked, as long as he didn't hurt, it was fine.

The man's heart was full of twists and turns, and his face was as cold as ice: "Come here." It's so far away, how can I wipe your hair?

Zhou Qingyan leaned his head on Chu Heng's shoulder, and the water from his long hair silently fell on Chu Heng's lapel along the tip of his hair.

Chu Heng's eyebrows twitched: "I didn't let you rely on me."

By wiping it with clothes?

Now it's Zhou Qingyan's turn to be unhappy: "You can't be far away, and you can't be close, why are you so picky!"

In this life, Young Master Chu is capable of both literature and martial arts, poetry, song and fu. Even if he enters a brothel, he can rely on his piano skills to support himself. The only thing he can't do is his mouth.

The "little ancestor" who was born to Chu Heng had a brilliant tongue, and beat young master Chu to death.

The man said that he couldn't but shut up, and stretched out his long hand to easily hook someone's slender waist, intending to push him forward.

As soon as his hand fell on his waist, Chu Heng keenly felt Zhou Qingyan tremble slightly, and frowned: "Back pain?"

Zhou Qingyan shook his head: "No. It's business to wipe your hair quickly."

This kind of tone of trying to cover up something was wrong, Chu Heng hugged him tightly, and untied his belt three times and five times.

Zhou Qingyan panicked suddenly: "Chu Ziyuan, what are you doing!"

Zhou Qingyan would only call him by name when he was really flustered. Chu Heng pretended not to hear, and reached out to lift his clothes.

Zhou Qingyan wore a white inner coat, and the green shirt on the outer cover was not easy to wear, and most of the shoulders were not hung.

Therefore, Chu Heng lifted it up so conveniently and quickly that Zhou Qingyan didn't even have time to stop it.

Zhou Qingyan closed his eyes subconsciously.

Chu Heng's hand holding the fabric stopped in mid-air, his eyes reflected Zhou Qingyan's waist.

Three rows of blood holes appeared in the originally white and smooth place, neatly distributed in the waist, extending from the top of the buttocks to the left and right sides of the waist.

Very scary.

Chu Heng instantly remembered Ah Qiang's expression when facing her girdle, disgusted but powerless.

After a while, Chu Heng said, "Why did you bring that thing?"

The author says:

There were too many things in the past two days and I haven’t updated it. If we have a list in the future, we will follow the word count requirements of the list. (bow)