Dozens of large and small ships were moored on the bank of Lanhe Wharf. The market was crowded with people, all the taverns and inns were full, and many people stood at the windows to listen.

In an inn near Linjiang, a Jianghu guest who had just come from Bayang City was sitting in the middle of the lobby, holding a bowl of wine in his hand and talking vividly:

"That Chu Hao was usually very high-ranking and had no intention of corrupting his character in private. He was pregnant with the man he loved and didn't want to be a concubine, so he slapped him out of the house. It is said that he vomited three liters of blood on the spot..."

"hiss……"

"This bitch..."

…

On the second floor of the inn, Luo Ning, wearing a curtain and hat, stood behind the corridor fence. Her temperament was quite cold, but her cheeks behind the gauze were filled with anger. It seemed that she was aroused by the gossip in the world, and she wanted to raise her voice.

The sword helped the poor woman kill the betrayer.

In the room behind, Xue Baijin was sitting beside the tea table, with a candle lamp beside him and a cold iron mace in his hand, which he was slowly wiping with a handkerchief.

Although Xue Baijin looked stern, he was actually listening to the gossip below. If Ye Jingtang hadn't already taken action, Xue Baijin would have had to go back and beat Chu Hao until he was paralyzed with his violent temper.

Xue Baijin and Luo Ning had followed the Qingjiang River to Lanhe Wharf a few days ago. The purpose of this trip was to go to Xiaoshan Fort in Jiangzhou. On the way, they would pass through Yazhou, Yunzhou, Zezhou, and Wuzhou, almost crossing the Wei Dynasty.

Obviously, a small awning boat is not enough, and running on legs is even more tiring. If we stay here, we are waiting for the big ship that goes directly to Jiangzhou.

Because the journey is too long, and winter is about to begin, although there are ships, the goods are not fully loaded and we will have to wait for two days depending on the situation. I have nothing to do, so I am here listening to the nonsense of the charlatans.

Soon, the following people in the world said:

"Fortunately, Ye Daxia, our divine dragon, was present at the time. Ye Daxia can become the overlord of the world, but he is willing to be a clerk in the yamen. This is not because he is greedy for power and salary, but because he hates evil as much as he wants.

Be a selfless and selfless Qingtian to the people..."

"Didn't I hear that Ye Daxia works as an errand in the imperial court because he was favored by the current Prince Jing..."

"It is because of Ye Daxia's integrity that King Jing of the current court took a fancy to him. This does not conflict with hatred of evil. Let me tell you, let alone King Jing, let's talk about our Holy One. Faced with such a talented person, I am afraid...

"

"Hey! Do you want to die? If the nonsense spreads to the ears of the Yamen, can my inn still be opened?"

"Hehehe..."

…

Xue Baijin listened for a moment, his heart moved slightly, he put the mace flat on the table, stood up and came to the door, glanced at the three religions and nine schools below, and asked:

"Ning'er, have you considered these issues?"

"Um?"

Luo Ning was secretly delighted that my man was so powerful. When she noticed Bai Jin coming over, she quickly transformed into a cool heroine and said calmly:

"What to consider?"

"You are from a martial arts background, with poor kung fu and mediocre abilities. You only have the face of 'the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world'..."

??

Luo Ning took a deep breath, causing the little watermelon to bulge:

"Xue Baijin, can you please be more tactful when you speak in the future? My martial arts skills are mediocre compared to yours. If you put it in the world, I can be considered a real inner sect master..."

Xue Baijin continued: "Even if you are Wu Kui, your status is not as good as the queen of the imperial court. It will be difficult for you to become a eldest lady after you get married. You have a strong temper. What if you are not happy if the queen asks you to be a junior in the future?"

manage?"

"..."

After Luo Ning listened to Xue Baijin's words, she was really a little hesitant. After all, this was the truth. The Queen would not willingly become her sister. Even if the Queen agreed, if the Empress came to parachute and the thief asked her to be the boss, she would be afraid.

They didn’t even dare to pick it up. But she was obviously the little thief’s first woman...

Luo Ning thought for a moment and pretended to be calm: "I never care about this. What would you do if you encountered this kind of situation?"

Xue Baijin's answer was quite straightforward: "Whoever refuses to accept will be beaten, including Ye Jingtang."

"..."

Luo Ning thinks this method is good, and Bai Jin has the courage, but she obviously doesn't have the ability. After thinking about it, Shui'er is more reliable.

If she was half as coquettish as Shui'er, she wouldn't be able to control the Sanniang Queen to death...

Luo stared downstairs, his mind racing with random thoughts, and he even forgot to pay attention to what was being said below.

Naturally, Xue Baijin was not distracted. After giving Ning'er a mouthful of poisonous chicken soup, he continued to listen to the whole story of the Hongling Villa incident. When he was thinking about how Ye Jingtang stirred up the wind and snow with one shot, his peripheral vision moved slightly and he noticed a familiar sound.

The figure flashed past the street outside the door.

?

Xue Baijin's eyes showed a hint of surprise. After turning his head to look, he said:

"I'm going for a walk."

Luo Ning was thinking about how to possess Shui'er's skills and completely ignored Xue Baijin's words...

——

Ye Jingtang ran out of the forest farm with Fan Qinghe on his back, and it was just dark.

The Night Terror Hall has a bathing in fire figure to protect the body. Chronic toxins are not afraid at all. However, the principle is that the body keeps detoxifying until it recovers as before. Although it will not be hurt by poisons, consumption is inevitable.

After squandering all his strength in the pine forest, and then rushing out of the forest farm for dozens of miles with Fan Qinghe on his back, Ye Jingtang also felt out of breath. His forehead was covered with sweat, but it was still within the tolerance range.

Fan Qinghe, on the other hand, was even more miserable. He was stained with the juice of the roots and vines of the rotten bone grass. He couldn't hide from the toxic dust floating in the air. He was also poisoned by snow moth scales, black feather grass and other qi-blocking hallucinogenic drugs.

He was basically paralyzed, with his arms hanging down on his back, turning into a ball of cotton.

Ye Jingtang hugged his thighs and felt that the back of his palms was hot. He was afraid that something might happen to Fan Qinghe, so he asked:

"Can you hold it?"

Fan Qinghe has taken some antidote and his expression is quite stable:

"You can't die, but you need to get some medicine and find a place with a medical clinic."

It is not safe for Ye Jing Tang to return to Banan Town now, and the only nearby population gathering area is Lanhe Wharf, the main port of Banan. There is a contact person from Honghualou Yazhou Hall on the wharf. Benben and the others can also arrive tomorrow.

There, he quickly arrived at the river bank.

It was already approaching October, and there were not many ships on the pier. However, because of the major events that had occurred in the past two days, there were quite a few people in the market, and everyone was noisily discussing the matter of Red Ling Villa.

Ye Jingtang entered the town under the cover of darkness and found an inn not far from the hospital. After putting Fan Qinghe on the bed and lying down, he went down to the room to get some hot water and ran up again.

The lights were lit on the table, and Fan Qinghe was lying softly on the pillow, his face was pale and there was sweat on his forehead, and he had no strength under the influence of the snow moth scales; the black feather grass confused his mind, and his eyes were still a little dazed.

Ye Jingtang put down the basin, sat down next to the bed, wrung out the hot towel, and wiped Fan Qinghe's cheek:

"What to do now?"

Fan Qinghe moved his fingers slightly, indicating the belt hanging many items around his waist:

"First remove the snow moth scales. Once the snow moth scales are removed, I can prepare the medicine myself."

Ye Jingtang had been hit by snow moth scales before, so he knew how to deal with it. He held Fan Qinghe's waist and turned her up.

Fan Qinghe went out, wearing a red and yellow winter skirt. The belt was actually a waist bag. It was placed diagonally on the hips at the back. Inside, there were bottles, cans, silver needles, concealed weapons, etc. The belt was tied quite firmly for slimming.

.

Ye Jingtang opened the buckle of his belt, dug out the needle bag, and looked at the row of silver needles on it:

"Now stab your arm to inflict poison?"

Fan Qinghe and Wang Taiyi's method must be different. Wang Taiyi can get it done with one shot, but she has not yet learned such a superb level, so she said:

"It will take several injections. Just follow my instructions and control the intensity."

Ye Jingtang took out a silver needle and looked up and down:

"Where to stick?"

Fan Qinghe's eyes moved downward: "Do you know where the Xiaxi point on your left foot is?"

Although Ye Jingtang did not have medical skills, he was a martial arts practitioner and knew the acupuncture points of the human body very well. He moved to the end of the bed, lifted up Fan Qinghe's left foot, took off his shoe, and exposed his white socks.

Fan Qinghe was lying flat on the pillow, with his slender left leg supported by a man. This angle looked quite strange, so he moved his eyes to the side.

Suo Suo~

Ye Jingtang untied the tether and pulled down the stockings. The white bare feet suddenly appeared under the candlelight. They were in perfect shape and had skin as white as jade. The blood vessels on the instep could be faintly seen. They felt extremely soft to the touch when held in hand.

Fan Qinghe arched his toes slightly, then quickly put on a calm expression, and quietly glanced at Ye Jingtang. When he saw that Ye Jingtang was concentrating on holding the silver needle, and did not look disgusted, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's really troublesome for a man like you to do such a thing."

No matter in the Southern or Northern Dynasties, asking a man to wash his feet and massage his feet was considered disrespectful to men. Fan Qinghe was obviously worried that Ye Jingtang, a powerful man with great martial arts skills, would mind.

But Ye Jingtang obviously didn't feel this way, and even secretly reminded himself to abide by the principles of a gentleman and not to think nonsense. He held his white bare feet in one hand and asked:

"How to pierce it?"

"Just go ahead and do it as slowly as possible. I'll remind you when you're done."

"good."
To be continued...