What are you calling? Chu Minghui choked when asked, and chewed the fruit in his mouth and swallowed it hard.

"Brother Liantang." He said, and raised his voice again, "Brother Liantang, what would you call you? Mr. Zhang?" He laughed.

Zhang Shuangtong reached out to pat him: "What are you laughing at? When is this?"

Chu Minghui pursed his lips.

Zhang Liantang ignored their jokes and thoughtfully: "Lian... Liantang, even... tired?"

If a person bumps into someone, you should not be implicated.

"Young Master Liantang, what's wrong?" Jiang Zhaozi asked with concern from the side, raising his hand and gently patting his arm.

Zhang Liantang looked at him, then looked at him patting his hands, his hands only next to his arms, and immediately took them back when he saw him looking at them. This was the distance between people who were normal but not close to him. The person... he turned his head and looked forward.

"Get out of the way."

"Please leave here."

"The Prime Minister is here, everyone back down."

The servants of the Wang family drove the people here with politeness and no denying. People retreated one after another, and people were everywhere, and the women could no longer see them.

"Brother Liantang, let's come here."

"Did Brother Liantang be scared?"

"I don't have to pay attention to him, just think about things and be immersed in my mind."

The young men laughed and laughed and left here with the instructions of the Wang family servants. They did not ask Zhang Liantang anymore, nor were they nervous. They ran around and screamed gradually calmed down, and replaced by noisy discussions.

"Who died?"

"What's going on? Is it hanging?"

"The servant of the Wang family?"

"There are words on the white cloth... twisted together... I can't see clearly."

These voices lingered in his ears. Zhang Liantang didn't care or be curious. He still frowned slightly and stared at his arm and the blurted hyphen...

That person knows him and is very familiar with him.

He raised his hand and grabbed his arm... She was also familiar with the movements and strength of her grasping him. At that moment, neither of them was as alert as to the stranger to touch the body, and they were used to it so naturally.

who is she?

Zhang Liantang's heart beat wildly.

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.....

"Stop, stop, don't run around."

A group of women were stopped on the trail outside the tall building. Seeing the Wang family guard holding a stick, the already frightened women were crowded together like little chickens.

"We, we are from Zuixianlou."

"We're going to mom's place..."

From the Zuixian Tower, the guards swept over sharply and saw these women wearing gorgeous clothes and complex decorations with large pieces of skin exposed...

"Everyone from Zuixian Tower goes to the west wing room. You need to check the number of people and don't go around." A guard said, pointing his finger in a direction.

The women nodded one after another, and you pulled me and I hurriedly crossed the group of guards to the west wing. They were not unfamiliar with the road. They were there when they came. Soon they saw more women gathering there, chirping and yelling.

"Stop it, stop it!" Li Huixian waved his fan and shouted sharply, "Don't say this, go in."

The manager of the Wang family came solemnly.

"Is there enough people here?" he said, "you need to count the number of people to check."

Li Huixian first looked at the side and muttered, then turned to see the women who had just walked over, and hurriedly said, "It's only five of you who are short of you, hurry up." He reached out and pointed, breathed a sigh of relief and said to the manager, "We have forty-five people, all of them are here."

Several women quickly accelerated their pace. One of them stroked his hair and ran away. Are there five? She turned around and looked around her. It seemed that there were six people just now...

"Get in quickly."

Li Huixian urged him annoyedly, and the women did not dare to delay the busy work. Maybe they remembered it wrongly, maybe the man was the singer of Wang's house. Oh, I don't care, the woman followed him into the sisters in the room.

"I didn't even see clearly..."

"I wasn't in front of me..."

“What does it look like?”

"Ah Sister Chunxiao, why did you untie all the clothes and hairpins..."

"Of course it's convenient to run. How many people tripped just now?"

Dozens of women gathered indoors, chatting with frightened and inexplicable excitement.

The royal house was filled with noise and excitement. The tall wall blocked it. Guards kept running by the wall and patrolled vigilantly. The plants and trees around the wall swayed slightly with the night breeze, but no sound was made.

Two shadows of plants and trees grew by the wall, then stuck to the wall, quietly avoiding the lights and turning into the tall courtyard walls in the shadows, rising and falling on several houses. Looking back at the brightly lit house, the royal house became blurred in a courtyard.

Hidden in the dark shadows on the eaves and where the stars could not shine, Xue Qing said: "You can see clearly this time when you kill someone."

The beast in the corner of the room behind him did not move, but only made a huh sound.

"He doesn't know martial arts, he just has sleeve arrows hidden on his wrist." Xue Qing didn't care about his words and said less, and then said, "He is an ordinary person."

She smiled, probably because she was wearing women's clothing, and the smile was a little delicate.

"Do you think you are too cautious when killing an ordinary person? After talking to him so much, he changed his clothes and hid his carriage, pretended to be a girl to pour wine to remind him to come out, and pretended to be panic and ran around the crowd."

Huang Ju did not reply and continued to remain silent.

Xue Qing did not wait for him to reply and continued, "No, killing is like this. No matter whether the other party is a strong martial arts expert or an elderly, weak, sick and disabled, you must be serious and cautious, and you cannot treat them differently because of their identities. Focus is the creed that our killers always have the first priority. Caution is the rule we must ensure every step we take..." His voice was calm and proud.

"But you were negligent." Huang Ju suddenly said.

Xue Qing's voice paused and the roof became quiet.

Yes, she neglected, but she didn't expect to meet Zhang Liantang when she looked up. Although it was just a word, it was still a mistake and a loophole, fatal. She was a little angry and stared at Huang Ju.

"Aren't you not talking? Don't say when you should say it, and say when you shouldn't."

There was silence behind me again, as if I had not spoken before.

Xue Qing curled his lips, sat on the corner of the house and looked up at the starry sky in the sky, and breathed out.

"I am negligent because I have never encountered this situation before." She said quietly. In the past, she had no friends, she was alone, and she was always alone in the fire. Now she has friends, especially Zhang Liantang, who is familiar with her head and the name that she wants to blurt out... After you have friends, you will inevitably see it in the crowd as soon as you look up.

Will Zhang Liantang recognize it? Probably not. Xue Qing reached out to touch her face. She didn't recognize her current appearance. There should be no other mistakes, except for the far-fetched Lianlai...

Xue Qing smiled and felt the sound of the wind in the distance in the dark night. It was people running. People like him hid and peeped in the dark night. Although the house was closed, the excitement of the Wang family had begun to spread to all directions.

For her, things were over and she could go back to bed.

"Go away." She said, jumping down from the corner of the house, and the dark shadows followed her.

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.....

In the house in the alley, when she slept in the door, Qishou's ears moved, and she still snored like thunder. When she entered the door, Huangju disappeared. Xue Qing rubbed her neck and walked towards her room. Kuolang strode halfway and thought of something. She looked down at herself. The jewelry ring had been removed for Chunxiao. The clothes were still worn by the dancers. How could the dancers walk?

Xue Qing gently brushed her sleeves, swayed and took a few steps and laughed at herself.

A cough came from the front.

Xue Qing was not panicked at all. Although she couldn't count on her outside, at this house, as long as Mr. Si Brown was there, she would do whatever she wanted. She swayed to the door with her hands behind her back, looking at Mr. Si Brown sitting with a dark face blocking the door.

"Sir, you haven't slept yet?" Xue Qing said with a smile.

Mr. Si Brown said, "Oh, I haven't seen you smile for a long time. Are you in such a good mood?"

Xue Qing said, "Yes, I'm in a good mood."

Mr. Si Bro raised his hand and poked her forehead: "I'll feel better if I kill someone. Are you perverted? Are you perverted?"

Mr. Sige's finger Xue Qing couldn't escape. He pressed his forehead and said, "Sir, if you are bullied, you are perverted."

Mr. Si Qian took his hand back hatefully and said, "How did you bully you? Didn't you say that this is not bullying you, but people are also doing it for your own good."

Xue Qing stepped into the house, raised his hand and gently stroked his hair, and said, "He is not for my own good. He is not a gentleman. You know how powerful I am, you can escape no matter how dangerous the place is, so no matter how life or death I am..."

Mr. Si Broo snorted and said, "What do you care about me!"

Xue Qing shrugged and said, "I didn't say anything about you, sir, don't feel guilty. At that time, he led me there, which not only killed Mr. Qingxia, but also put me in danger. What if I was caught at that time?"

Mr. Sihuang said: "There is always a way to save you, why are you worried about it?"

Xue Qing shook her head, her hair tied up scattered, and said, "I don't believe him, sir, you don't know, he wants to kill me today, how terrible." Her hair was disheveled, and she reached out to hold her face and stared at her eyes, making the girl look scared and pretty.

It can be seen that the mood is really good and it is perverted... Mr. Si Bro shivered and spat: "That's because you want to kill someone. If the king wants his ministers to die, he has to die, he has to die. What's wrong with the king's failure to die? It's natural."

Xue Qing smiled and said nothing.

Mr. Sihuang said: "Besides, I didn't tell you, how many people will feel disappointed if you do this? Why don't you listen..."

Xue Qing turned around and interrupted, "I've listened."
To be continued...