When Ling Die returned to the inn, it was almost dusk, she came to the second floor of the inn and knocked on the door of the east wing, "Zhao Jiannan...... Are you there?"

The door squeaked open, and a tall and mighty figure came out, which was Zhao Jiannan. Zhao Jiannan, www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, was a little surprised and asked, "Miss Ling, why are you here?"

In fact, since Qingluo Town met Brother Jun and Yan'er, seeing the happy Yan'er, Ling Die understood that happiness had to be fought for by herself, so she followed Zhao Jiannan all the way. No, seeing Zhao Jiannan staying in this inn, he also asked for a room on the first floor of the West Chamber.

Ling Die knew that he would be surprised when he saw Zhao Jiannan, and he would definitely ask this question, but for her arrival, at least it was expected, he should be able to guess that she would come. Ling Die was a little disappointed, her eyes were resentful, her face was gloomy, she was silent, and she was silent.

Seeing her aggrieved and slightly tired little face, Zhao Jiannan was distressed, didn't say anything more, his face softened, and pulled her into the door.

Ling Die immediately showed a bright smile on her face, came to the table and sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, raised her head and drank a few sips, and saw that there was still food on the table that was unused, so she devoured it. While eating, he praised: "Oh, it's delicious, I haven't eaten a full meal for several days." ”

Zhao Jiannan sat down opposite her, and saw that she was looking at herself with big round clear eyes, her cheeks were full of rice, her mouth was still talking, and she didn't notice that she was rolling rice into her mouth with her hair.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you. Zhao Jiannan couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and couldn't help but raise his hand to brush the hair that fell down her cheeks for her. Touching Jiaohao's smooth skin, Zhao Jiannan's heart fluttered, and he hurriedly retracted his hand.

Suddenly, Ling Die grabbed his wrist, put his big palm on his ruddy cheek, rubbed it gently, and said quietly: "Jiannan, don't run away from me, no matter what happens, don't leave me." ”

The woman's faint aromatic breath filled Zhao Jiannan's heart, delicate and jade, affectionate eyes, and dark fragrance floating, he didn't feel stupid.

After a while, Zhao Jiannan withdrew his big palm, stood up, and said indifferently: "Miss Ling, I haven't done a big thing, I can't mistake your ......"

Ling Die lowered her eyes in frustration, and picked up the rice in the bowl for a while. After a long time, Zhao Jiannan sighed, and then turned around. Suddenly, Ling Die saw him clutching a blank note in his left hand.

Ling Die stood up and walked towards him, only to find that Zhao Jiannan's eyebrows were furrowed and his expression was different, so he asked softly, "Did something happen?"

Zhao Jiannan unconsciously clenched the note in his hand, and after a long time, he said: "I just received a letter from my father Feige, saying that the seventeenth princess left a book and ran away, and her whereabouts are unknown. The emperor ordered me to retrieve the seventeenth princess and protect her safety. ”

Ling Die was surprised, "Seventeenth princess, the emperor, but the current emperor? Who are you, how could you be ordered by the emperor? Could it be that you are from the court?"

A series of questions, Zhao Jiannan didn't know where to start. He came to the window, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said slowly: "I was originally a relative of the emperor, and my father was Zhao Qi, the king of Xiayiyun, although I did not enter the court, the current emperor is my distant cousin, and he calls the seventeenth princess his cousin." ”

After hearing this, Ling Die's face turned pale, and he retreated a few steps in shock, although he knew that Zhao Jiannan had a noble temperament, was mighty, and his family background was not simple, but when he heard his identity as the prince of the world, he was really shocked.

Ling Die asked in a trembling voice, "...... the seventeenth princess to you?"

Zhao Jiannan glanced at her, understood her thoughts, and sighed: "The seventeenth princess has grown up with me since she was a child. ”

Ling Die fell from afar and said quietly: "That's a childhood sweetheart, Lang Qing concubine." ”

Zhao Jiannan strode forward, wrapped his waist from behind, hugged Ling Die, and said, "Ling Die, you know, my two younger sisters have disappeared since they were children, and all my thoughts are on them, I don't mean that to the seventeenth princess......"

I don't know why, seeing Ling Die's sad expression, Zhao Jiannan's heart kept pinching. Perhaps, from the moment he removed her golden veil, her face was haunted in his heart, perhaps, from the moment he knew that she was the little girl who gave him a jade butterfly when he was twelve, he could no longer give her up, perhaps, it was providence that the two met in a contest to recruit relatives, and she was destined to have an inextricable relationship with him.

Ling Die said sadly: "There are thousands of palace guards, and the emperor only assigned you to find and protect the princess, which is obvious." Perhaps, the princess will leave the palace for the sake of you Zhao Jiannan......"

was said by Ling Die, Zhao Jiannan didn't speak, he understood that the seventeenth princess Zhao Yuting had always had affection for him, although he secretly stated several times that he regarded her as his own sister, but she still pretended not to know.

Now, the princess has golden branches and jade leaves, wandering in the rivers and lakes, life and death are uncertain, and her safety is what Zhao Jiannan is most worried about. Even if he finds the princess, and now that his affection for Ling Die is getting deeper and deeper, he doesn't know how to face the princess who has always been in love. After being away from home for so long, and the two younger sisters have not heard from him, Zhao Jiannan is upset at the moment, and he doesn't think about tea and dinner.

Zhao Jiannan unconsciously increased the strength of his arm, hugged Ling Die tightly, buried his head in her fragrant shoulder, and greedily sucked her fragrant breath.

Ling Die felt numb, her fingers gently stroked his head, she knew that he was too tired!

Zhao Jiannan cursed in a low voice, turned her slender and soft body back, wrapped it tightly in her wide arms, lowered her head and covered her delicate red lips, kissed lightly, and murmured: "Plus my mother, you are the second woman in my Zhao Jiannan's arms." ”

Ling Die smiled, gasped shyly, hugged the man in front of her who made her heart move, and the deep affection for each other was drowned in a deep kiss......

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the chill is blowing, and the silence is gloomy. In the east of the city, the general's mansion, but the lights are bright, as bright as day.

A middle-aged man with a stern complexion, majestic and martial arts, shrewd eyes, and an indifferent expression sat in the high hall, and several people stood respectfully on the left and right sides of him. This man is the owner of the General's Mansion, Guan Qiuxiong, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called the silver-faced Qin Ye.

One of his subordinates is Zhong Wuji, who is as thin as a rod, with phoenix eyes and a meat-cleaved knife hanging from his waist; one is Jiang Shao Jiang Zhongmeng, whose face is like a crown of jade, has a graceful demeanor, and holds a collarbone fan; the other is a thunder lion with a face full of pimples and a pair of seven hooks pinned to his waist; these three people are the three ghosts of the four ghosts who are urging Qin Ye to order in front of him.

Another ghost ****** took more than a dozen of his subordinates to find Cheng Feng Yupei, but when he met Zhong Youyou, the group was killed by him, and only Chu Yan survived. These dozen or so people are all rare masters around Qin Ye, especially the ghost ******, who is one of the best in martial arts among the four ghosts, but he still easily catches Zhong Youyou's way.

After this setback, Qin Ye seemed to be much calmer, and it seemed that Zhong Youyou had hit him hard. Qin Ye pondered for a long time, and said majestically: "Lion, take out the portrait and give it to Zhong Meng." ”

"Yes!" Lei Shishi slowly unfolded the first picture scroll in his hand towards Jiang Zhongmeng, revealing a young woman dressed ordinarily and with a dusty face, but seeing her bewitching expression and sharp eyes.

Jiang Zhongmeng was shocked, "This is ......"

"This is the murderer of ****** and others, according to Chu Yan's account. Qin Ye continued: "This woman has an ordinary appearance, conceals her appearance, and her identity is unknown, but her methods are cruel and her martial arts are vicious, ****** concluded that she is from the Western Regions at that time. As he spoke, he waved his hand at the Thunder Lion, and the Thunder Lion understood, and slowly unfolded the second picture.

This is a woman from the Western Regions with heavy makeup, a fierce face, a ghostly body, and a sharp hook, but she seems to be glaring at her viciously.

Jiang Zhongmeng shuddered excitedly, hurriedly turned sideways and took a few steps, and said, "This is Zhong Youyou, the leader of the Youxiang Sect, doesn't the general suspect that the painting in these two paintings is actually a person?"