The female assassin with a gauze on her face threw a look and said in a demeanor: No wonder someone is reluctant to leave you, so she is really a good-looking person. How about you sleep with me for a night, and I will let you go?
Before Zhang Ning could answer, Luo Mo's mother said coldly: You can kill a soldier but not be humiliated. Don't be too slow here, give me some fun!
The female assassin smiled and said: I have always kept my word, don't take it as a joke, and I was asking Mr. Ping'an.Mr. Ping'an, what do you think of this transaction?
Zhang Ning knew that the girl was teasing him, so he said: Isn’t this good?
He remembered the night when he jumped out of the window and ran away in Nanjing, but he did not look back at the window. He only thought in his heart that he had locked the window before he fell asleep. It would be even more difficult to use the same trick again. Moreover, he was not the only one in the room, but also in a foreign land without acquaintances.
The female assassin holding a peach blossom iron fan said in a coquettish voice: Why, I am not beautiful enough, or is my figure not good enough?
While speaking, he walked forward a few steps and deliberately raised his chest to let the raised part push up the loose clothes.
She got closer and closer, Zhang Ning held the kitchen knife tightly in her hand, and she could cut people with a distance of wielding it.
But he never moved. Not only did he have no confidence in hitting the girl, there were two people next to her. Since she was an assassin, he probably wouldn't have bad skills.
Zhang Ning stared at the girl in front of her and suddenly found that there seemed to be a scar on her face covered by her scarf.
She also noticed Zhang Ning's gaze, and immediately stood there, sighed slightly and said: I like night... It is so vague that it can cover up a lot of things.
She turned around as she said, almost turning her back to Zhang Ning.
Zhang Ning held the kitchen knife tighter and tighter. It would not be a loss if he could cut one to death!He felt sweat had been soaked in his palms. He had known that he would tie a piece of cloth to the hilt of the knife to avoid slipping.
At this moment, the woman suddenly turned her head, looked at Zhang Ning's calm face with interest, and said with a smile: You also write a poem for me, and I will let you go immediately as good as 'If life is only like the first meeting'... Do you believe it now?
Zhang Ning was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that this was strange. How did she know that poem?
He first published this poem on the night before his escape. It is not ruled out that he was heard by the enemy's eyeliner outside the Fule House, but the matter was urgent afterwards, it was impossible for the other party to attach a poem when he was spreading the news...
If that is true, what kind of state is this? Isn’t it a joke?
In addition to this, people who have heard this poem include Miss Wang’s family, Ma Maocai, and Fang Ling from Fuleyuan. Among them, Fang Ling may be the most likely to be reported because Miss Wang’s family has no ink, and even Ma Maocai cannot recite it after listening to it.
Is this female assassin related to Fang Ling?Is Fang Ling an enemy or a friend?
No matter what, a glimmer of hope arose in Zhang Ning's heart. He then threw the kitchen knife that was not used in his hand on the ground with a jingling sound, held his fist and said: In this way, it is better to obey your orders than respect.
Luo Moniang looked at him in confusion, and her eyes were still a little annoyed. Is Zhang Ning willing to be teased by others like a monkey?
The female assassin's face actually showed joy, not like a disguise.
Everything that happened in front of Luo Mo Niang made her feel very strange.
Take out the pen and ink and serve Mr. Ping'an.The Iron Fan Assassin ordered that it seemed that she was prepared, and the package contained nothing but weapons but paper and ink.
Zhang Ning glanced at the peach blossoms drawn on the paper of the fan she was holding. He was already worried and took the pen and dipped it in ink and wanted to write it.
Perhaps his movements were a bit sloppy, and the female assassin reminded: I came from all the way to ask for a poem, you can't let me be compared.
Zhang Ningqiang smiled and wrote with a stroke.
Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, and Taohua Fairy under Taohua Temple... As soon as I read a sentence, the female assassin got happy and picked up her fan and took a look. It was very suitable for the situation!
...The peach blossom immortal planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine.When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you get drunk, you still come to sleep under the flowers; when you wake up and half drunk, you will bloom and fall year after year.I hope that I will die of old age and not bow in front of the carriage and horse; those who have enough carriage and horses will be interested, and those who have poor wine and flowers will be poor.If the rich and noble are compared to the poor, one is on the flat ground and the other is on the sky; if the poor and noble are compared to the chariots and horses, he will drive me to freely.Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at me for not seeing through it; I don’t see the tombs of heroes in Wuling, and I can make fields without flowers or wine.
Zhang Ning wrote very quickly. He liked this poem with very vernacular words in his previous life. He was very familiar with it. He could write it casually without any pressure.
He exhaled and put down his brush, blew a breath on the paper, and felt that he had become more chic, so he pretended to be free and easy: Is this poem worth changing two lives?
The female assassin looked at it happily: You scholar, you are really understanding. No wonder others are reluctant to leave you when they meet you once.My name is Peach Blossom Fairy. When I go back, I have to draw a fan, and write this poem on one side of the peach blossoms.It’s a pity that the fan cannot be written by Mr. Ping’an.
It’s useless to ask. If you use this fan to fight with a human, the fan bone is iron, and it is not easy to damage. It’s only a matter of time before the fan is tear it apart.
Zhang Ning said with his hands behind his back, and he paused and tentatively, "If life is just like the first meeting," the whole poem has 56 words, but this poem has 140 words. Are you afraid that you can't compare to Miss Fang, right?At least the number of words is more than hers.
The female assassin who claimed to be the Peach Blossom Fairy came back and looked at him: That's the case.Then I said goodbye, thank you Mr. Ping'an for giving the poem.
After saying that, he carefully put the rice paper in the package as if it was a treasure.
Zhang Ning clasped his fists and said: I will give it away not far.
There will be a period of time later.Peach Blossom Fairy and others quickly disappeared outside the door.
Zhang Ning closed the door and walked back swaggeringly. Seeing Luo Mo Niang looking at her incredible, she finally couldn't help asking: Are they leaving like this?
Just returned from the brink of death, I suddenly became safe for the moment. The feeling of being light and so cool was so cool. Zhang Ning was so excited that he wanted to dance with his feet, but he felt that he should pretend to be...
Or if you have a humor, you will say seriously and relaxedly: They are actually here to ask for poetry, and they are very satisfied with poetry, why don’t they leave?
Luo Moniang frowned and pondered for a moment, and said: Who is Miss Fang?You know Miss Fang, your friendship is pretty good; and the assassin, known as the Peach Blossom Fairy, also had a friendship with Miss Fang, so she let you go. In fact, it is because Miss Fang, which is not a poem.That's the case?The Peach Blossom Fairy cannot take risks for a poem. If she lets us go, there will be trouble. How can I explain it to Zhou Ne's people?
Zhang Ning sighed and thought to himself that Luo Mo Niang really lacks a sense of humor, and I don’t know if it is a common problem among the ancients.
Who is Miss Fang?Luo Moniang asked again after a heavier tone, and she was simply questioning, with a look of jealousy and anger.
Miss Fang?Zhang Ning pondered for a moment and said helplessly, Oh!She is a brothel girl.
He thought to himself that he had taken advantage of this woman due to the environment before, and he felt that she was a little interested in him. What was the concept of this Ming Dynasty woman?
He lacks concepts, mainly because Zhang Ning was not a person who was flirting with the world and had no experience in his memory.
I was afraid that Luo Moniang would think that she would take two boats or abandon her at all times. How could she have revenge in the future?
I am now powerless and powerless. I am Yang Shiqi's daughter. In the future, I have to rely more on Lord Yang's party to survive. If she really gets angry, wouldn't she be seeking death?
So I would just say to the truth that Fang Ling was a prostitute, so that Luo Mo Niang would not have to bother with this matter: according to the customs of the Ming Dynasty, he could only marry one wife, but the scholars in the early Ming Dynasty could not marry a prostitute as a wife, and it was difficult to even get the prostitute back to be a concubine. In this way, Fang Ling would not have the feelings that threatened Luo Mo Niang; but he was a bit of a bad image and actually went to prostitute, but he was helpless.
You... Luo Mo Niang was indeed angry and struggled to sit up. She seemed to have recovered eight points from the illness. She picked up the pillow with her back hand and threw it over, Zhang Ning!I didn't expect you to be that kind of person!
Be calm and don’t be impatient. Your health is important. Are you still sick?Zhang Ning hurriedly stepped forward and said kindly to comfort him. If I didn’t know Miss Fang, we are dead now, who am I?dead.
Don’t touch me, men and women will not be able to get along with each other!
Luo Mo Niang was still angry. Who are you and what do you have to do with me?
She may have realized a realistic problem now. She felt a good impression after only a few days after she met Zhang Ning. This person looks good, is literary and elegant, and can write poetry. Other women also like it. Most of them are romantic and wandering people, otherwise how could they have such a good relationship with prostitutes?
Zhang Ning couldn't explain and didn't want to explain. He took a breath and said: You should lie down and rest for a while. It's a serious matter to recover from the illness quickly.Although we have temporarily played the assassin, we are afraid of meeting other Zhou Ne's men. It is better to set off as soon as possible to escape from danger.
Luo Mo Niang still has many advantages, such as being sensible and sensible. She didn't continue to get involved in making her younger personality. She continued to sleep after drinking another bowl of medicine, but Zhang Ning was no longer allowed to sleep with her.
Zhang Ning had no choice but to make do with the chair for half a night.
The next morning, Luo Mo Niang's illness was not cured, but after resting for a day and a night, her condition improved much better. This place was not safe, and they could only go on the road as early as possible to avoid long nights of dreams.
They headed north all the way, but fortunately they never encountered any interceptions on the road.
I think Zhou Ne, who is in charge of this matter, wouldn't have too many people, otherwise he wouldn't have sent an unreliable jianghu person like Taohua Fairy to do things.
After all, Zhou Ne is a civil servant, so there is no need or any conditions to raise a dead soldier.
When they approached the Shuntian Prefecture, both of them gradually became relaxed. Luo Moniang said: Once you enter Beijing, you don’t have to worry about Zhou Ne anymore. This person is in trouble and is eager to jump over the wall with such despicable means. No one can protect him if he is an official without following the rules.Let's see what he will end up with.
Before Zhang Ning could answer, Luo Mo's mother said coldly: You can kill a soldier but not be humiliated. Don't be too slow here, give me some fun!
The female assassin smiled and said: I have always kept my word, don't take it as a joke, and I was asking Mr. Ping'an.Mr. Ping'an, what do you think of this transaction?
Zhang Ning knew that the girl was teasing him, so he said: Isn’t this good?
He remembered the night when he jumped out of the window and ran away in Nanjing, but he did not look back at the window. He only thought in his heart that he had locked the window before he fell asleep. It would be even more difficult to use the same trick again. Moreover, he was not the only one in the room, but also in a foreign land without acquaintances.
The female assassin holding a peach blossom iron fan said in a coquettish voice: Why, I am not beautiful enough, or is my figure not good enough?
While speaking, he walked forward a few steps and deliberately raised his chest to let the raised part push up the loose clothes.
She got closer and closer, Zhang Ning held the kitchen knife tightly in her hand, and she could cut people with a distance of wielding it.
But he never moved. Not only did he have no confidence in hitting the girl, there were two people next to her. Since she was an assassin, he probably wouldn't have bad skills.
Zhang Ning stared at the girl in front of her and suddenly found that there seemed to be a scar on her face covered by her scarf.
She also noticed Zhang Ning's gaze, and immediately stood there, sighed slightly and said: I like night... It is so vague that it can cover up a lot of things.
She turned around as she said, almost turning her back to Zhang Ning.
Zhang Ning held the kitchen knife tighter and tighter. It would not be a loss if he could cut one to death!He felt sweat had been soaked in his palms. He had known that he would tie a piece of cloth to the hilt of the knife to avoid slipping.
At this moment, the woman suddenly turned her head, looked at Zhang Ning's calm face with interest, and said with a smile: You also write a poem for me, and I will let you go immediately as good as 'If life is only like the first meeting'... Do you believe it now?
Zhang Ning was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that this was strange. How did she know that poem?
He first published this poem on the night before his escape. It is not ruled out that he was heard by the enemy's eyeliner outside the Fule House, but the matter was urgent afterwards, it was impossible for the other party to attach a poem when he was spreading the news...
If that is true, what kind of state is this? Isn’t it a joke?
In addition to this, people who have heard this poem include Miss Wang’s family, Ma Maocai, and Fang Ling from Fuleyuan. Among them, Fang Ling may be the most likely to be reported because Miss Wang’s family has no ink, and even Ma Maocai cannot recite it after listening to it.
Is this female assassin related to Fang Ling?Is Fang Ling an enemy or a friend?
No matter what, a glimmer of hope arose in Zhang Ning's heart. He then threw the kitchen knife that was not used in his hand on the ground with a jingling sound, held his fist and said: In this way, it is better to obey your orders than respect.
Luo Moniang looked at him in confusion, and her eyes were still a little annoyed. Is Zhang Ning willing to be teased by others like a monkey?
The female assassin's face actually showed joy, not like a disguise.
Everything that happened in front of Luo Mo Niang made her feel very strange.
Take out the pen and ink and serve Mr. Ping'an.The Iron Fan Assassin ordered that it seemed that she was prepared, and the package contained nothing but weapons but paper and ink.
Zhang Ning glanced at the peach blossoms drawn on the paper of the fan she was holding. He was already worried and took the pen and dipped it in ink and wanted to write it.
Perhaps his movements were a bit sloppy, and the female assassin reminded: I came from all the way to ask for a poem, you can't let me be compared.
Zhang Ningqiang smiled and wrote with a stroke.
Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, and Taohua Fairy under Taohua Temple... As soon as I read a sentence, the female assassin got happy and picked up her fan and took a look. It was very suitable for the situation!
...The peach blossom immortal planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine.When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you get drunk, you still come to sleep under the flowers; when you wake up and half drunk, you will bloom and fall year after year.I hope that I will die of old age and not bow in front of the carriage and horse; those who have enough carriage and horses will be interested, and those who have poor wine and flowers will be poor.If the rich and noble are compared to the poor, one is on the flat ground and the other is on the sky; if the poor and noble are compared to the chariots and horses, he will drive me to freely.Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at me for not seeing through it; I don’t see the tombs of heroes in Wuling, and I can make fields without flowers or wine.
Zhang Ning wrote very quickly. He liked this poem with very vernacular words in his previous life. He was very familiar with it. He could write it casually without any pressure.
He exhaled and put down his brush, blew a breath on the paper, and felt that he had become more chic, so he pretended to be free and easy: Is this poem worth changing two lives?
The female assassin looked at it happily: You scholar, you are really understanding. No wonder others are reluctant to leave you when they meet you once.My name is Peach Blossom Fairy. When I go back, I have to draw a fan, and write this poem on one side of the peach blossoms.It’s a pity that the fan cannot be written by Mr. Ping’an.
It’s useless to ask. If you use this fan to fight with a human, the fan bone is iron, and it is not easy to damage. It’s only a matter of time before the fan is tear it apart.
Zhang Ning said with his hands behind his back, and he paused and tentatively, "If life is just like the first meeting," the whole poem has 56 words, but this poem has 140 words. Are you afraid that you can't compare to Miss Fang, right?At least the number of words is more than hers.
The female assassin who claimed to be the Peach Blossom Fairy came back and looked at him: That's the case.Then I said goodbye, thank you Mr. Ping'an for giving the poem.
After saying that, he carefully put the rice paper in the package as if it was a treasure.
Zhang Ning clasped his fists and said: I will give it away not far.
There will be a period of time later.Peach Blossom Fairy and others quickly disappeared outside the door.
Zhang Ning closed the door and walked back swaggeringly. Seeing Luo Mo Niang looking at her incredible, she finally couldn't help asking: Are they leaving like this?
Just returned from the brink of death, I suddenly became safe for the moment. The feeling of being light and so cool was so cool. Zhang Ning was so excited that he wanted to dance with his feet, but he felt that he should pretend to be...
Or if you have a humor, you will say seriously and relaxedly: They are actually here to ask for poetry, and they are very satisfied with poetry, why don’t they leave?
Luo Moniang frowned and pondered for a moment, and said: Who is Miss Fang?You know Miss Fang, your friendship is pretty good; and the assassin, known as the Peach Blossom Fairy, also had a friendship with Miss Fang, so she let you go. In fact, it is because Miss Fang, which is not a poem.That's the case?The Peach Blossom Fairy cannot take risks for a poem. If she lets us go, there will be trouble. How can I explain it to Zhou Ne's people?
Zhang Ning sighed and thought to himself that Luo Mo Niang really lacks a sense of humor, and I don’t know if it is a common problem among the ancients.
Who is Miss Fang?Luo Moniang asked again after a heavier tone, and she was simply questioning, with a look of jealousy and anger.
Miss Fang?Zhang Ning pondered for a moment and said helplessly, Oh!She is a brothel girl.
He thought to himself that he had taken advantage of this woman due to the environment before, and he felt that she was a little interested in him. What was the concept of this Ming Dynasty woman?
He lacks concepts, mainly because Zhang Ning was not a person who was flirting with the world and had no experience in his memory.
I was afraid that Luo Moniang would think that she would take two boats or abandon her at all times. How could she have revenge in the future?
I am now powerless and powerless. I am Yang Shiqi's daughter. In the future, I have to rely more on Lord Yang's party to survive. If she really gets angry, wouldn't she be seeking death?
So I would just say to the truth that Fang Ling was a prostitute, so that Luo Mo Niang would not have to bother with this matter: according to the customs of the Ming Dynasty, he could only marry one wife, but the scholars in the early Ming Dynasty could not marry a prostitute as a wife, and it was difficult to even get the prostitute back to be a concubine. In this way, Fang Ling would not have the feelings that threatened Luo Mo Niang; but he was a bit of a bad image and actually went to prostitute, but he was helpless.
You... Luo Mo Niang was indeed angry and struggled to sit up. She seemed to have recovered eight points from the illness. She picked up the pillow with her back hand and threw it over, Zhang Ning!I didn't expect you to be that kind of person!
Be calm and don’t be impatient. Your health is important. Are you still sick?Zhang Ning hurriedly stepped forward and said kindly to comfort him. If I didn’t know Miss Fang, we are dead now, who am I?dead.
Don’t touch me, men and women will not be able to get along with each other!
Luo Mo Niang was still angry. Who are you and what do you have to do with me?
She may have realized a realistic problem now. She felt a good impression after only a few days after she met Zhang Ning. This person looks good, is literary and elegant, and can write poetry. Other women also like it. Most of them are romantic and wandering people, otherwise how could they have such a good relationship with prostitutes?
Zhang Ning couldn't explain and didn't want to explain. He took a breath and said: You should lie down and rest for a while. It's a serious matter to recover from the illness quickly.Although we have temporarily played the assassin, we are afraid of meeting other Zhou Ne's men. It is better to set off as soon as possible to escape from danger.
Luo Mo Niang still has many advantages, such as being sensible and sensible. She didn't continue to get involved in making her younger personality. She continued to sleep after drinking another bowl of medicine, but Zhang Ning was no longer allowed to sleep with her.
Zhang Ning had no choice but to make do with the chair for half a night.
The next morning, Luo Mo Niang's illness was not cured, but after resting for a day and a night, her condition improved much better. This place was not safe, and they could only go on the road as early as possible to avoid long nights of dreams.
They headed north all the way, but fortunately they never encountered any interceptions on the road.
I think Zhou Ne, who is in charge of this matter, wouldn't have too many people, otherwise he wouldn't have sent an unreliable jianghu person like Taohua Fairy to do things.
After all, Zhou Ne is a civil servant, so there is no need or any conditions to raise a dead soldier.
When they approached the Shuntian Prefecture, both of them gradually became relaxed. Luo Moniang said: Once you enter Beijing, you don’t have to worry about Zhou Ne anymore. This person is in trouble and is eager to jump over the wall with such despicable means. No one can protect him if he is an official without following the rules.Let's see what he will end up with.
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