Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 15: There used to be a mountain

Yang Fan stared at the direction of the disappearance of the little palace maid, and did not take the Ma Qiao words.

Ma Qiao does not know why, but he knew a little bit about the secrets of Imperial Court.

He knows that there is a secret force next to Wu Zetian who lives in the inner palace, named Plum internal security. In the Wu Zetian to create evidence to slaughter Li Tangzong room and cut off some of the opposition forces that cannot be publicly treated, the internal defense has contributed a lot.

Yang Fan has only seen some records about Plum internal security from the official plan, and is not clear about their dress and dress, the specific duties, but just saw a little plum blossom between the little fairy ’s eyebrows, somehow, he thought of it This mysterious organization.

At this time, two screams of silhouette and Ma Qiao which passed by the wall had alarmed Wuhou who was patrolling the night. Someone shouted, "Who is going to the streets at night?" At first sight, Yang Fan and Ma Qiao said that they were scattered as birds and beasts.

The two of them have long been accustomed to this workshop, one grass, one tree, one brick and one tile are well known. The two went along the road, specifically avoiding the road, and soon they got rid of the martial arts, and rushed to the second Near the living quarters, they raised each other's hands and flashed their stolen goods into their own courtyards.

Ma Qiao flashed into his courtyard, stood still, looked around sneakily, took out a thing from his arms, the soft mass of the thing, shook it off, it seemed to be a silk weave clothes.

Ma Qiao leaned up, sniffed deeply, and said to himself: "It's so sweet! The lady of the Huang family is all in her thirties, and she is still wearing such a gorgeous gag, hey!"

Ma Qiao pushed the bust of the group of women into her arms and crept forward to push the door. The old lady really left the door for him. Ma Qiao flashed into the door and put the latch down, letting light shine through the door gap.

When the lights of Ma Qiao's house were on, an silhouette flashed ghostly in the alley where Yang Fan lived. He was silent for a moment, observed the movements on the left and right, and saw quietly on the Cross Street. Fly past and throw in another lane.

This silhouette is surprisingly fast, and he is very familiar with the terrain in the square. He is present in all the lanes. Soon I returned to the wall where the Ma Qiao and Yang Fan were located. He sniffed his head and sniffed the blood on the wall, then searched around as if looking for something.

After a moment, this man appeared beside the waterwheel, looked down at the ground, and muttered to himself: "So shrewd! Actually went and returned, escaped underwater. Unfortunately, people are not as good as the sky, actually Excessive blood loss fainted here, and so on until dawn, still inevitably caught by someone. "

A faint star illuminates this person's face, which is the Yang Fan just left. At his feet, a black shadow was lying quietly on his stomach. Most of the black shadow had climbed out of the stream, but his legs were still hanging in the water. The clothes and clothes were clearly the assassin. He was already fainted there. at every turn.

Yang Fan looked down at him, his eyes flickering unsteadily, and seemed to be hesitant to struggle, but looking at him in a coma in the water, it looked like he was kicked into the stream in the past, Yang Fan didn't want to go away by hand. Finally, he exhaled, bent down, and embraced the night-walker half-soaked in the stream.

As soon as a person got into his arms, Yang Fan was startled, "Hey," he seemed to find something, but his movements didn't stop, just a short pause, a large living person weighing a hundred pounds was held in his arms. His movements were still very agile, and the half-height earth wall jumped over and quickly submerged into the night.

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Latch, light up.

The lights are on, and the water is usually flooding the entire room, illuminating the person lying on the couch.

Yang Fan held one hand in front of the candlelight, held the lamp candle and walked slowly to the masked man he rescued, squatted down, placed the lamp on the table, and carefully looked at him.

The lights were dim, the people on the couch were dripping with water, the wet clothes were close, and the body curves were unobstructed under his eyes. Sure enough, he was a woman. Only when he picked up the man, he realized that it was different. Only then can a glimpse of Lushan's true face.

After the thin silk trousers were soaked, they were wrapped around the delicate bumps of the pedestrians at night, and they did not cover up at all. The round thighs were long, sturdy, and full, just under his eyelids, the wet pants were wrapped around him, and even the lower abdomen was stretched into a delicate shape by the wet thin pants.

Yang Fan's eyes quickly passed from there, including the chest curve of the female assassin Wei Ben, and his eyes did not stay too much. The carcass of the female assassin is undoubtedly beautiful, especially attractive to a teenager, but he does not desecrate the girl's body with his own eyes.

He looked at the soaked facial tissue tightly attached to the girl ’s face, frowned slightly, then lifted her neck and took off her hood. The headgear was taken off, revealing a bunch of beautiful green silk bundled into a horsetail, and she was laid flat, looking at her under the light, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

This young girl has a beautiful appearance, and she has a kind of Jiangnan Yue girl's clear water. At this time she was still in a coma, her delicate eyebrows curled slightly in the coma, there was a kind of stubborn feeling, but the pale cheeks showed a hint of helplessness again.

Yang Fan's eyes patrolled her face for a moment, and then moved to her shoulder, where a hole was broken. At this time, no blood flow came out. There was a trace of skin hidden in the clothing hole. There was a wound on it.

Yang Fan frowned, walked to the corner of the house, opened a broken box, took a box from inside, came back to the girl, lifted the lid, took out a pair of scissors from the box, and gently lifted the girl The clothes at the assassin's wound were cut ...

Wet clothes are wrapped around the exquisite chest, although it is a young girl ’s body, but there is an indescribable femininity, Yang Fan restrained the instinct of taking a look, after cutting the clothes near her wound, from Take a piece of white folded cloth out of the box, use a knife to make a gap, and tear out a long one.

So, tore out five white cloth tapes, took out a small gourd from the box, bite the gourd stopper with his mouth, put a hand under the female assassin, and lifted her sideways.

The female assassin in a coma seemed to feel pain, and groaned slightly. Yang Fan pointed the mouth of the gourd at the **** wound on the back of the female assassin. The prepared white cloth tape is gently attached ...

After the body of the female assassin was laid flat, Yang Fan cast the same method and applied medicine to the wound on her front. The female assassin was pierced through the shoulder with a fine gun. Fortunately, she never hurt her lungs and was treated in time without danger to her life. However, whether it will hurt her veins and affect her martial arts is still hard to say.

Yang Fan applied the medicine, wrapped the cloth around, and then picked up the second cloth belt. When he wrapped around the third cloth belt, sweat stains on his forehead had appeared faintly. Although adhering to the gift of a gentleman and not looking at the beautiful female body, but the nature is one thing, instinct is another.

He is still a fledgling young boy, sometimes supporting the girl ’s slim waist, sometimes supporting the girl ’s soft back, sometimes wrapping up the wound, and how to be careful to avoid shining eyes, the beautiful shape of the delicate jade rabbit edge and The curve inevitably fell into his eyes, his body had already reacted instinctively.

"Hmm ..."

The toss, the female assassin moaned and woke up.

The female assassin's double eyelashes are slightly opened, and the lights are in her eyes. She can't help but be surprised. She stretches out her hand and instinctively grabs the sword!

Yang Fan snorted, and the whole person froze there.

"Who are you?"

The eyes of the female assassin were confused for a moment, and quickly became clear, looking at Yang Fan sharply.

"I ... is ... the one who saved your life ..."

The female assassin quickly glanced at the situation in the room, convinced it was not Official's Office, and asked, "Is this your home?"

Yang Fan has a slightly uncomfortable and shy expression on his face: "So ... speaking, it's hard! Girl ... please let go!"

"Huh?"

The female assassin slightly surprised and looked down, only to find that what she was holding was hard but hard, but not her sword handle. She grabbed the man's crotch, and the female assassin's pale cheeks raised an amazing blush. Her little hand shuddered as if stung by a scorpion, and she let go suddenly.

Yang Fan took a long sigh of relief. Due to the angle problem, his "gun" was almost ninety degrees by the female assassin's slender palm. Fortunately, the "quality of the gun" was very good. It stretched straight. Yang Fan stooped down, a little embarrassedly said: "There is no evil thoughts underneath, just cutting and wrapping, it is inevitable ..."

"Don't say it!" The female assassin lowered her eyes, flushed her cheeks, covered her embarrassment with a fierce tone, and quickly changed the topic: "Sword returns me!"

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Yang Fan turned sideways, rushed to the cabinet, and took the sword back.

The girl took the sword in her hand, and her expression was a lot easier. It seemed that with the sword in her hand, she had the greatest security.

She sighed, and the blush on her face gradually disappeared. She lifted her eyes and looked at Yang Fan carefully. It seemed to be found, and suddenly said: "You are ... the little one I just met ... the little ... "

Yang Fan smiled: "It's me."

In the eyes of the female assassin, a suspicious expression flashed through her, and she asked, "Why did you save me?"

Yang Fan stayed for a while and asked: "Why? Is there any reason to save people ..."

The female assassin stared at him: "I am dressed and hurt on my shoulder again. You should be able to see that I am not an ordinary person. If you are a thief, you are not afraid to cause trouble to yourself?"

The female assassin asked, but it was not that she was impersonal. The case she did is really a trivial matter. A person may be able to help a wounded person lying on the side of the road, but would he dare to generously help a person who violated Wang Fa? What's more, it was a thief who gave the helping hand. She didn't ask why Yang Fan saved her.

Yang Fan seemed to hesitate and did not answer.

The girl's eyes faintly showed a murderous voice, coldly said: "Say!"

Yang Fan coughed twice, as if being forced out of the secret of the ordinary workshop boy, he was sincere: "This is Xiuwenfang. Under our Xiuwenfang Cross East Avenue West Sanqu big elm tree, there is a household named Xiao Others, the Xiao family has a son named Qianyue ... "

The female assassin heard a dazed expression and said in surprise: "What is the problem with me?"

P: There used to be a mountain, a temple on the mountain, and an old monk in the temple, knocking on the wooden fish for a recommendation ticket ...