"Well, I’ll go back after serving the Lord," Xiang Shen said.
"Bye-bye" Beitanglie left the bedroom without staying any longer.
Xiang listened to his door and exhaled heavily, like a depressed mood, but soon she resumed her ability to take off her blouse, crown and bedding for He Lianheng before leaving.
She carefully looked at HeLianHeng face think cousin drink like this even bad.
Let’s cook a hangover soup and send it to the room to warm it up and wait for him to wake up at any time.
Chapter one hundred and forty-nine Sweet ()
Zong Jin didn’t know where he went, and Jiang Yi wasn’t in the mansion.
The hustle and bustle of viper sacrifice has gone out of Qizhou, but the direction of Gan ‘an is still lively in the distance. Occasionally, when fireworks rise to Qizhou, they are already very weak, and the faint roar is like an earthquake coming, which makes people feel flustered.
Shadow drunk unconscious, even HeLianHeng drunk, the whole HeLianFu unprecedented slack, not to mention the garrison, even the servants didn’t have a few people left to rest.
The opportunity came too suddenly, but it made people wonder whether it was calculated by others.
But "opportunities" are often so wrapped in huge risks, which can bring great benefits. He whizzed past in the shadow and hid his heavy heartbeat in the wind. Even the government did not light a few lights in the atrium today, but a stone lamp was lit. The faint light reflected the dark trees next to him, reflecting the silence before the storm came.
He slowly pulled the knife out of its sheath, slowly but steadily.
If he misses this opportunity, he doesn’t know when he can wait until tonight-someone on duty will take care of Lian Heng who is drunk as mud.
The man’s footsteps with a knife are weak and smelly, and he steps into the atrium step by step and moves towards Helianheng’s residence.
He has waited for too long to wait for the opportunity now, which makes him hold the handle and push his elbow and arm again and again, and he can’t control himself to relax a little.
As he approached, his heart kept clamoring
Just then, a sudden sound broke the mystery at the moment-a bird fluttered over the high wall of Helianfu and stopped at the atrium branch.
The sound instantly alerted him, and even the knife was put up in front of him.
Because Jiangyi is rarely sent alone to act, in the past, either the grey crested falcon patrolled around or the bald eagle was waiting for an opportunity to prey on these birds, and no bird dared to approach this mansion at will.
Unless it’s a homing pigeon
Some homing pigeons not only dare to approach, but also can deal with raptors by virtue of their physical strength. Although they dare to come to Lianfu, most homing pigeons are caught by bald eagles, but homing pigeons always dare to come again to perform their duties.
At this time, the homing pigeon is parked on the branch.
The man tried to touch out a small spice from his arms, and the homing pigeon flew towards him and stopped firmly in his arm
This is someone who sent him a letter specially.
The man held the knife, so he held the carrier pigeon’s foot tube and pulled it out from the inside. He shook his arm again, and the carrier pigeon cleverly crossed the high wall and disappeared in the night. It seemed that he was not the only one who neglected his duty tonight. I’m afraid people eyeing up outside are still waiting at any time in the company.
But all this is his what?
After tonight … to be exact, in a moment, all this will be gone.
He unfolded the silk carefully, but it was too dark to see what it was written on.
"Why are you here?"
Suddenly, a woman pricked his heart like a needle, which made his hands shake. The little clever silk fluttered from his fingertips. Whether he would pick it up or not has already walked quickly. It is natural to squat down and pick it up and hand it back to his hand. "It is better not to come here."
The bearer is Xiang with a small boiler in his hand, and the boiler has the same small medicine pot.
The man was suddenly speechless and stuffed silks back into his sleeves. I don’t know if I should reply, "I …"
"If you can’t sleep, you want to practice the knife." Xiang glanced at the drawn knife in his hand and misunderstood "Go to the backyard. I’m afraid you will be punished when you rest here."
He nodded in succession along this line. "Well, I’ll go to the backyard first."
Xiang also passed him in a moment.
Men can’t help but breathe out deeply and can go in the opposite direction in the end.
Who knows that he just took a step behind him and suddenly turned around and asked, "Did that pigeon just come to see you?"
"What?"
"… I just saw a pigeon fly out," Xiang said. "See your hand again … If anyone has a letter from the pigeon, it will be bad."
This doesn’t have to be fragrant to wake up, which means that Lian Jun sets the rules.
Except Jiangyi people, it is forbidden to send pigeon messages. All correspondence should be sent to individuals immediately after entering the post to prevent anyone from collaborating with the enemy.