Qi Zhuo did not expect that Feng Ziqing would suddenly ask a question. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to calmness in an instant.
He slowly closed the folding fan and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, don't get me wrong. I'm not afraid of your jokes. Qi has always cherished his life. Every time he goes out, he will bring some guards with him. There are many bandits in the area. He is afraid that if he is not careful, he will be killed in the city.
Thieves and thieves committed assassinations.”
"Oh." After a long sound, Feng Zi chuckled and said, "I misunderstood. I'm sorry. Feng has a straighter temper. Brother Qi, don't take it to heart. From now on, if you go out and someone is assassinated, he will be killed."
Under my sword. By the way, come on, brother Qi, please take a look, this is the only one our master can take, try it?"
He picked up the heavy sword beside him and handed it to Qi Zhuo.
Qi Zhuo hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to take the sword, and his hand suddenly felt heavy. He quickly used his martial arts skills to manage to swing it freely.
The heavy sword was slightly unsheathed, and the word "Chi Yue" came into view. The long sword was unsheathed, and there was a slight buzzing sound. It was indeed a good sword. He performed several sword skills back and forth, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
It is quite rare for a warrior to have a good weapon at hand.
Feng Zi chuckled and asked: "Brother Qi, how are you? The sword is pretty good, hahaha." Maybe he drank too much wine, so he sat down suddenly and knocked over the other two wine bottles on the wine table.
After cursing a few words, he turned around and picked up the wine bottle on the ground.
Qi Zhuo looked at Feng Ziqing, whose back was completely exposed to him. The hand holding the sword loosened and tightened, and his eyes were hesitant.
He knew that as long as he took the opportunity to hit the man in front of him with a sword like before, the back of the man in front of him would be broken, and he would be disabled even if he was not dead. Then he would throw him into the secret passage of the restaurant, kill him and silence him, and then send someone to disguise himself as him.
The day after tomorrow, I went out of the city in full view of everyone, and my clothes were flawless.
But if he is not, he will lose a lot of help. He is very powerful at such a young age, and he is not experienced in the world. It is not difficult to control him with his own methods.
He was a little hesitant. This man was much better than those in the past. He wanted to do better than his father, and he needed more capable helpers.
He picked up the wine bottle and looked at the door. Feng Ziqing cursed: "Damn it, the wine was spilled and the beauty hasn't come yet. You're so arrogant."
After hearing this, Qi Zhuo relaxed and smiled. He handed the sword back to Feng Ziqing and clapped his hands. The next moment, a maid appeared at the door, "Go and ask someone to remind you. If you don't come, it will be broken."
Brother Feng is excited."
The maid bowed and retreated, turned around to leave, then suddenly returned and said, "Master, Miss Bo Xue is here."
The heavy sword was sheathed, Feng Zi chuckled and cursed, "This woman is finally here, I want to see what she looks like."
Slight footsteps slowly approached, and a beauty in white walked in with a piano in both hands. She bent her knees slightly, saluted, and said softly: "Bo Xue is late, please don't blame me, gentlemen."
Feng Ziqing raised his eyes and saw that the white clothes were whiter than the snow. I felt pity for him.
He walked forward quickly, touched Bo Xue's slender hand with one hand, and said with a smile: "No wonder, no wonder, such a beauty, even if she has to wait for another half hour, she is still willing, hahaha."
Bo Xue retreated slightly, avoiding the pair of slutty hands without showing a trace, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, then walked around Feng Ziqing, took a few steps forward, with an affectionate look on his face, smiled at Qi Zhuo and said: "Mr. Qi, there are some days
I haven’t seen you yet, is everything okay?”
Qi Zhuo lowered his head and poured the wine, taking the opportunity to hide his unhappiness. Then he raised his glass and said with a smile: "Thank you, Miss Baoxue, for thinking about me. Everything is as usual. It's just that you will be punished for being late by one drink, but you can't escape."
Bo Xue looked a little disappointed, took the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Bo Xue coughed twice, her face turned slightly red. She smiled at Qi Zhuo, turned her head, and asked Feng Zi Qing: "This must be Mr. Feng Bu Zhong Feng, who is famous in Manxihe County. I have admired him for a long time."
The name is indeed extraordinary."
Feng Ziqing laughed and said, "Am I already so famous? No wonder I'm embarrassed. Hey, the beauty admires me so much. Why don't you choose a different day than hit the sun? How about admiring the moon with me tonight?"
"You!" Bo Xue lowered her voice and said, "A little girl who sells her art but not her body is not as good as Miss Mei Lian from Meigu Tower. I hope you will be honest."
Feng Ziqing pretended to be surprised, "Ah!? So, you are what Yang She calls a pure man? Oh, it's really boring. Forget it, you're here now, let's sing some songs."
He sat down next to Qi Zhuo with a disappointed look on his face, leaned closer and asked in a low voice: "Brother Qi, this beauty is really a pure woman, is there no other way?"
Qi Zhuo shook his head slightly and said: "No, if you use force, if you don't say anything else, those men who admire him in the whole city will drown you with their saliva."
"It's so painful."
"Brother Feng, don't worry. This woman is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She has always looked high on men with outstanding literary talents. If you want to bring her into your house, you can find another way."
Feng Ziqing touched his chin, with a sad look on his face, "My master taught me about my literary talents, but he never praised me for my literary talents. He just made me sad."
Qi Zhuo pushed Feng Ziqing with his elbow and said with a smile: "Try?"
Feng Ziqing drank three glasses in a row, then put the glass down hard and said, "Then let's try it."
At this time, Bo Xue had already sat down and set up the piano. She raised her head and asked, "You two gentlemen, can we start?"
Feng Zi nodded lightly and Qi Zhuo stretched out his hand to indicate.
The sound of the piano continued in the room, and Bo Xue's singing voice was sweet and elegant. Feng Ziqing watched this person, even while playing, never forgetting to express his feelings with his awkward eyebrows, which was quite boring. "Girl, your sincerity is regrettably given to me by the wrong person."
This person next to me is no ordinary master. Just now he deliberately handed the sword to Qi Zhuo and knocked down the wine bottle, exposing his back, just to test Qi Zhuo.
Qi Zhuo's flash of murderous intent was extremely sensitive to him, who had been hunting animals in the mountains all year round. The answer to why Qi Zhuo had murderous intentions towards himself was already obvious.
Well, I'll just use my charm a little and rescue you.
At the end of the song, he stood up and applauded, praising her endlessly, "The beauty has superb piano skills and the music is very nice. It can be said that it has been playing for three days, and it can't stop listening to it. It can't help but make people feel poetic."
"Oh!? Mr. Feng can also compose poems?"
Feng Ziqing coughed twice, looked around, and said: "Feng is not very talented, so he composed a poem on the spot and invited the beauty and brothers Qi to taste it."
Bo Xue stood up slowly and extended her hand to signal, "Please."
Feng Ziqing began to walk back and forth, looking around, and finally his eyes fell on the piano, and there it was.
"One string, two strings, three strings and four strings"
Bo Xue frowned slightly, and Qi Zhuo clenched the wine glass in his hand.
"Five strings, six strings, seven and eight strings"
Bo Xue frowned, and the wine glass in Qi Zhuo's hand shook slightly.
"Nine strings, ten strings, dozens of strings"
Bo Xue clenched her hands tightly, trembling slightly, and the wine glass in Qi Zhuo's hand trembled.
"The strings are sore and the eyes are red."
Feng Ziqing's face is intoxicated, which is really the finishing touch.