Lan Qiao bid farewell to Li Jingshu and turned from the north gate to the east gate of Yueyang City. He was thinking about her along the way and was very confused.

He is upright, but not stupid. Judging from the situation of sending Li Jingshu out of the city today, it is obvious that this down-and-out lady has affection for him. It is just that it is inconvenient to reveal it directly due to Feng Yeling's existence.

Lan Qiao thought of Li Jingshu's last whisper to him. She said she regretted it.

What does she regret? Is she regretting that she showed her favor to her after so many years after they first met, is she regretting rejecting Feng Yeling's joke agreement with her when she was young to "marry the same person", or is she regretting something else?

Judging from Lan Qiao's growth experience, Li Jingshu was the first girl to have a strong emotional attraction to him.

Back then, in Xu Qiuyu's medicine house, her appearance set off huge waves in Lan Qiao's heart, making him, a young man in love, experience the gentle charm of a girl for the first time.

At that time, she was like a high egret, a look in her eyes or a smile could make his heart beat faster, but at that time, he only dared to look up quietly, lacking the courage to fly side by side with her.

Now, many years later, the original ripples have long since subsided, but she has reappeared in his life, trying to melt him again with unprecedented enthusiasm. It is like a ridiculous dream that was out of reach when he was young, and inadvertently it seems that

It has become a reality. The person who made him toss and turn in admiration eight years ago now seems to be very close at hand.

It would be a lie to say that you are not tempted.

If she could appear at the right time, before he fell in love with Feng Yeling, before he was involved in all the disputes about vassal reduction and peace, and before his family was destroyed, he would definitely hold her tightly in his arms.

, and write their own story with her.

However, the cruel thing about reality is that there is no if.

It was Feng Yeling who gave him a new life. She used her most selfless and pure love to refill his heart with courage to face all challenges in life, whether it was facing An Xiaohan, the powerful enemy who killed his father, or letting him dream

The haunting Li Jingshu.

So he was grateful for Feng Yeling's favor, grateful for her love that made him grow, grateful for her understanding that made him strong, and grateful for her company that made him full of endless confidence and strength no matter when and where.

If you get a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?

Thinking of this, Lan Qiao secretly made up his mind that if he could meet Li Jingshu again, and if she tried to get closer to him, he would definitely speak to her clearly and let her stop thinking about him.

After thinking about it, he came to Xu Qiuyu's hiding place according to Feng Yueming's previous instructions.

This is a Zen monastery thirty miles east of the city. It is neither old nor new. When the weather is good, there are an endless stream of pilgrims, but when the weather is bad, there are only a few people.

Xu Qiuyu stayed in a secluded small room in the corner of the monastery. Although the furnishings in the room were simple, it was relatively clean. An Yixin sat there with a normal expression, never seeming to be panicked by his status as a prisoner.

His hands and feet were covered with dark iron shackles, and he seemed to weigh thirty or forty kilograms. A ball of towel was stuffed into his mouth, and only a pair of delicate, girlish eyes looked at Lan Qiao in surprise.

Lan Qiao understands Xu Qiuyu's difficulty. He is guarding An Yixin alone, and even a top expert on the list cannot keep an eye on him twelve hours a day.

Once there is an oversight that makes him cry out for help or even make a bigger noise, their operation in Yueyang may be a complete failure. Although there is no way to severely shackle An Yixin, it can indeed make Xu Qiuyu

The most worry-free and safest method.

Even though he could think this way, Lan Qiao couldn't help but feel pity for An Yixin. He stepped forward and took off the wet towel from his mouth, then weighed the weight of his chain and said, "It's sad, right?"

Perhaps it was because the towel had been gagged for too long that An Yixin couldn't close his mouth for a while, and it took him a while to recover.

He took a cup from Lan Qiao and fed him some water, and said calmly, "Brother, I know why you arrested me, and I also know why you brought me back to Yueyang. You want to deal with my father? See how you treat me these days."

For your sake, I would like to give you a piece of advice."

Lan Qiao looked at his adult-like expression, laughed dumbly and said, "Please tell me."

"Listen up, this will be the last thing I say to you." An Yixin said with a serious expression, as if he believed in ghosts and gods, "Prophecy" word by word, "No matter what plan you have to deal with my father, it will definitely happen in the end."

It won't work."

The war was about to break out. Although Lan Qiao didn't believe his kid's lies, he still felt chills running down his spine because of his curse-like words. He saw An Yixin struggling to lift his hands that were heavily shackled and take back the towel from Lan Qiao's hands.

, and then he stuffed it back into his mouth with great effort, indicating that he had nothing more to say.

Lan Qiao had no choice but to whisper a few words to Xu Qiuyu and tell him his plan for the trip. He put An Yixin into a big bag and took a carriage to Yueyang City.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the pedestrians on the road were almost extinct. The Dongfeng Gate appeared at the end of the street, with dark lights, and the soldiers guarding the city gate seemed to have deserted, and none of them disappeared.

Lan Qiao sat in the driver's seat and drove. After crossing the suspension bridge over the Bianhe River, he reined in his horse, slowed down the car, said "Entering the city" to Xu Qiuyu who was sitting in the carriage, and slowly entered the six-foot long road.

Dark doorway.

For some reason, he felt a strong sense of ominousness in his heart, and at this moment, a strong wind blew up.

Like a sudden east wind, a strong and suffocating force came from the Dongfeng Gate doorway.

The sneak attacker came from behind, and Lan Qiao suddenly thought that the attacker must first ambush on the city wall that was several feet high, so that he could clearly see their entry into the city, and then when the carriage drove into the doorway, he pressed against the wall silently.

He slid down without rest, swam from the top wall of the doorway and struck down from high above.

Just based on this kind of skill, the opponent's internal strength and physical skills have reached the top level in the world.

An Xiaohan

This terrifying name flashed past, and in the darkness, a killing sword energy pressed down on Lanqiao.

At high speed in the blink of an eye, Lan Qiao's mind went through countless possible situations. At the same time, the jade and sword were unsheathed like lightning, and with a "dang" sound, the two swords were handed over.

This is not the first time that Lan Qiao has faced off against An Xiaohan, but whether it is the Hanyu Sword Technique or the Purple Eye Magic Technique, every time he meets An Xiaohan, An Xiaohan's endless magic techniques can exceed Lan Qiao's expectations.

It's like a bottomless well, unpredictable.

Lan Qiao was shocked to find that An Xiaohan's seemingly straightforward sword actually contained two completely different strengths. Not only were there differences between hardness and softness, hotness and coldness, but they were both hardy and hot, yet extremely feminine.
Chapter completed!