The night is still young, and the spring dream has no trace.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Liu Xianglian got up from her gentle home.

It's not that he wants to pull up his pants and run away, or that Haitang isn't attractive enough.

When you receive a favor for the first time, you have to be more moderate. Fortunately, Liu Xianglian is only a fourteen-year-old boy, and he was squeezed for some reason, so he and Keqing get along with each other.

It is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beauty. Since the beauty hates him, he will naturally give retribution to Jia's beasts and his son.

After putting on her clothes, she kissed Keqing gently on the forehead while Haitang was sleeping in spring.

Walking around the screen, he came to the small table, pulled out a piece of paper, and started drawing with his pen.

He has a feeling that he has completely entered the first level of "Nine Concave and Concave Paintings", and one stroke is like a mirror!

The pen moved like flying, with a stroke of dragon and snake, and soon a man who looked like Jia Jing and Jia Rong but was older appeared on the paper.

Liu Xianglian had a clear understanding in her heart, this is Jia Daihua!

It is indeed the "Nine Paintings of Concave and Convex". With the thoughts in mind and the pull of Qi, even if I have never seen Jia Daihua, I can still draw him lifelike.

The only flaw is that Jia Daihua's eye sockets are two pale holes with no pupils!

Painting saint Zhang Sengyao has always regarded it as a taboo after finishing the finishing touch. Therefore, the "Nine Concave and Concave Paintings" have not reached the fifth level of virtual and real strokes, and all paintings cannot be finished.

Otherwise, it will only trigger visions that cannot be dispersed, and the world will be in chaos.

The immortal spells were so terrifying and the karma was like fire. Zhang Sengyao couldn't bear it, so he personally set up this ban.

"Just right! Scared those two beasts to death!"

Liu Xianglian was very satisfied, so she gently unfolded the painting and threw it into the sky. The whole painting stuck to her face, and Liu Xianglian's face had been replaced by the old guy Jia Daihua.

I looked in the bronze mirror and saw it was perfect.

The only regret is that there is a time limit. In two hours, the disguise will fall off automatically, and you will not be able to do it again within a month.

At least that's what his current level of cultivation is.

"Hey...Liu Lang!"

But Qing stretched out her jade arms and groped around, trying to find her man back.

Liu Xianglian's heart tightened and she quickly left the room. At this time, if Haitang saw him, he would scare her to death.

"Yanagiro!"

But Qing called softly again in her sleep, but it was still empty and no one responded.

He frowned so hard that the tip of his eyebrows trembled twice, and his crescent-like eyes slowly opened.

He raised his arms and looked around. There was no Liu Lang anywhere, only he was left in the cold wind under the red, white and jade tent.

A line of clear tears sprinkled on the ground.

Feeling resentful and resentful, speechless and choked.

Liu Xianglian looked at the beauty's sad face from a distance, and secretly cursed herself as an idiot!

Why can't you join forces with Haitang and go to deal with the Jia family and his son? Now, with a Jia Daihua face on his face, he doesn't even dare to show his face!

The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you.

What he did was really too cruel for an infatuated woman.

Liu Xianglian had no choice but to throw the wolf hair jade pen she was wearing.

"Duh!"

"Liu Lang, is that you!?"

Hearing the noise, Qin Keqing quickly got out of the satin quilt. He didn't even have time to put on his clothes. He lowered his jaw and looked for the place where the noise was.

The flash of white almost blinded Liu Xianglian.

"Yanagiro!"

"Haitang, I'm here! Go back and put on your clothes. What do you look like?"

"Don't leave!"

"If I don't leave, you are mine! How could I leave? Be obedient."

Although there are no other people here, this world is weird. If Haitang is seen by others, wouldn't he suffer a big loss?

"Don't leave!"

But Qing thought quietly and prepared to open the door.

"Slow down! If you open the door, I will leave now! I will never come back."

Just kidding, you are surrounded by silver sticks, how dare you come out like this!

"Woooooooo..."

Keqing stopped opening the door, but didn't leave. She just kept crying.

"I'm scared of you. I really won't leave. Don't you hate the Jia family and his son? I was just going to teach them a lesson. I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't disturb you."

"real?"

Women who commit themselves to each other are particularly insecure, but Qing asked unconfidently.

Although she knew that all this might be true, and her sad mood was tinged with sweetness, she still couldn't help but ask.

"Really, more real than pearls! Have you seen the wolf hair jade pen on the ground? It is the dowry passed down from our family. If I give it to you, you will be mine. No matter where the world ends, I will find you and marry you!"

"Liu Lang! Can you come in? I want to hug you again."

Tsk…

Sure enough, women would affect the speed at which he draws his sword. If it weren't for Haitang Ni Nui Wai Wai, he might have been finished by now.

"No! It's ominous to kill someone. There's nothing interesting about it. I've already disguised myself as an ugly ghost."

"Don't, don't kill them!"

"Why, you changed your mind? You're not a thief and you hate them, so why can't you kill them?"

Liu Xianglian had no intention of doing this in the first place. After all, the people in Youjiazhuang were innocent. If the single lineage of Ning Guofu was uprooted here, the first person to ask questions would definitely be the current emperor.

Although he hated Wu Xun, he only cared about it.

Boiling the frog in warm water can minimize the damage.

What's more, there are those friends who are like wolves and tigers, who are as sad as rabbits and foxes. If they are asked to go to the stronger ones, they will definitely not dare to do it.

If you are famous and can still show off, you must be determined not to let it go.

With all the mud and sand falling, my cheap old mother-in-law may be celebrating her birthday or death.

Liu Xianglian is not the kind of person who acts without thinking. He has many ways to deal with bad guys!

"I do hate them, but if you kill them, others will track you down. If you kill two dukes, Yu Yin is a direct descendant of Du Miao, the prison organization will come like sharks smelling blood. You can't escape.

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The imperial edict, the imperial edict again!

It's not long before the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, which Li Xiao made an appointment for. It's still unclear whether he can get through this, and the relationship between him and Liu Anxi is also as mysterious as a mystery.

through.

"Don't worry, since Xiao Haitang begged for mercy, I will spare them from death. You go back quickly, be careful if you catch a cold, I will spank your ass."

Keqing's face turned red, her heart was filled with sweetness, and she let out a low "Hmm".

"Wait for me here. If you want to listen, you can wear clothes and listen nearby. See how I deal with them! I will be back in a while and take you away!"

"Yeah! Yanagi Lang!"

But Qing felt that she was the happiest person in the world, and her heart felt both sweet and bitter.

She is Keqing, not Haitang.

She wants to leave, but can she really leave?

One is Liu Xianglian, the son of Fei Hou, a lonely man, and his beloved husband.

One is Duke Zhengsheng Ningguo Mansion, with towering trees and tangled roots. If he is really gone, wouldn’t it be...

"Liu Lang, thank you, I listen to you."

After Qin Keqing finished speaking, she covered her body and turned back to the inner room to get dressed.

Liu Xianglian finally breathed a sigh of relief. A woman is so difficult to coax...

There are so many women, can you really stand it?

Turning around and leaving the small courtyard, Liu Xianglian's legs touched the concave and convex spots on the wall like a flying swallow, so light that they climbed over the head of the bed.

A high wall of five to six feet high is an insurmountable chasm for ordinary people, but for Liu Xianglian today, it couldn't be easier.

Through the pores, you can clearly see three fat, white worms crooked together, with some obscene clothes and trousers scattered around.
To be continued...