On the way back, Meng Shuilan continued to lie half on the sedan chair, blocking half of her face with a fan, and half-squinted her eyes, looking at Tang Jiaren sitting on the sedan chair bar.

He asked, "Is it scratched by a cat?"

Tang Jiaren nodded and replied: "Qiu Jiangyan was holding a black cat. I looked quite like the one fighting with Tian Qing. I had already grabbed it, but was strangled to death by a man wearing a black curtain fence and beating in black clothes. The man's hand looked quite scary like a dead man's hand."

Meng Shuilan said: "Tell me about other people again."

Tang Jiaren replied: "A big guy, very tall and strong. However, he is not the opponent of standing in the sky. There is also an old man, someone called him Uncle Quan, who was so thin that he had a handful of bones left, but he had a handful of strange strength that made me unable to move. He was still good at poisoning." As he said that, he rubbed his shoulders that were pinched.

Meng Shuilan hooked her finger at the beauty and said, "Come here, let me show you how hurt you are."

Tang Jiaren said: "Is it right to look for a beating?"

Meng Shuilan smiled with her eyebrows and said, "Yes."

Tang Jiaren shook her shoulders and no longer paid attention to Meng Shuilan.

Meng Shuilan said, "There is another person, why don't you tell me? I know each other?"

Tang Jiaren was secretly shocked Meng Shuilan's ability to figure out. She didn't intend to hide it from him, but she didn't know how to say it. She said with some worries: "It's not considered a good idea to know it. If you say you don't know it, you have had a life-and-death intersection. I don't understand why he got into those three people. Now, I don't plan to recognize him. It's useless to say more, let's go and see." As she said that, she stroked the long hair covering her cheeks with her hands. It was an unintentional act, but the action became particularly seductive.

Meng Shuilan narrowed her eyes and her breathing became chaotic. Since... the beauty was reported to Gongyang Diao Diao by Qiu Yuebai, the beauty has become different. When she raised her hand, there was a charm that only a woman could have. This charm was not pretentious at all, but it seemed like the smell that emanated from her bones, following her like a shadow.

Meng Shuilan suddenly spoke, "Beautiful lady, when we find the sky, how about we go out to travel to famous mountains and rivers?"

Tang Jiaren replied directly: "No interest."

Three words kicked Meng Shuilan's young man who could barely rise up to pieces.

Meng Shuilan bent her lips and smiled, both of self-deprecating and relieved. He knew that the beauty had no one in her heart. However, he believed that the question of whether there was or not was like chickens or eggs one after another, and could not be determined. Yes, it could become none, such as Qiu Yuebai and Tang Jiaren now; no one could become none. For example, Meng Shuilan and Tang Jiaren in the future. No one could say the law of the world. The long road is long, cherish it.

Meng Shuilan joked: "If you invite you to eat all the delicious food in the world, you must be free."

Tang Jiaren looked at Meng Shuilan and nodded.

That look was so sincere and well-behaved that I wished someone could rub her into her arms and rub her a few times.

Meng Shuilan's fingers moved, but did not take action. He said with a good temper: "I will make another appointment."

Tang Jiaren said, "Let's think about how to find Tianqing first. Oh, by the way, Tianqing should have found me last night. He put a lot of fat and big dead mice at the door of my room."

Meng Shuilan was slightly stunned and turned to laugh.

Tang Jiaren frowned and said, "Aren't you worried?"

Meng Shuilan said: "At least this means that he can't starve himself to death."

Tang Jiaren's mouth twitched and said, "It's so disgusting."

Meng Shuilan said: "In the face of life and death, eating is the greatest thing. What is a mouse? Shit..."

Tang Jiaren swept Meng Shuilan with her eyes.

Meng Shuilan changed her words and said, "...can't eat it."

Tang Jiaren withdrew her gaze.

Meng Shuilan said: "What are your plans?"

Tang Jiaren shook her calves and replied, "Catch him, remove the corpse poison, what else can I do?"

Meng Shuilan held it and said, "Yes."

Tang Jiaren asked: "By the way, do you know where Duanmuyan went?"

Meng Shuilan said, "This happened to be telling you. You asked someone to inform Duanmu Yan and said you were still alive. After I brought the words, I thought he would go to see you, but in the end, he claimed that there was something urgent and he wanted to go back to Beijing. I felt that this was unintentional, so I saw him off very happily."

Tang Jiaren frowned slightly and said nothing.

Meng Shuilan asked, "What? What's wrong with you?"

Naturally, Tang Jiaren would not say anything about Xiao Jin casually, and immediately replied: "It's okay."

Meng Shuilan said: "How about returning to Xiaozhu for three days?"

Tang Jiaren sighed lightly and said, "I still have to go back to the inn. It's not easy to be a mother."

Meng Shuilan burst out laughing and said, "You were fooled by Zhan Cangqiong?"

Tang Jiaren immediately said seriously: "If you say that he was rescued by me, you can do it; if you say that he was foolish, you must not."

Meng Shuilan raised her eyebrows: "What?"

Tang Jiaren measured a head-cut gesture and whispered: "Be careful that I will silence you!"

"Hahaha...hahaha..." Meng Shuilan smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth, and the fan covering her face moved to her chest, shaking gently as before. This was a signature move and could not be changed for a while.

Tang Jiaren wondered: "Is it that funny?"

Meng Shuilan gave an answer with a meaningful look. No matter how funny the jokes others say, it is just a tug of the face; a word the beauty says can make people laugh in their hearts. Why? Why do you need to express it?

Tang Jiaren asked, "What's your look?"

Meng Shuilan replied: "The meaningful look."

Tang Jiaren's mouth twitched and said, "Take it down. You have a black-eyed blue eye. No matter how you look at it, you feel that your eyes are quite gloomy and terrifying."

Meng Shuilan asked: "Serious?"

Tang Jiaren raised her chest and raised her head and replied: "Extremely serious!"

As soon as the four words were expressed, Tang Jiaren fell silent. She slowly hunched her back and continued to gently shake her legs, as if she was teasing the sea water with her feet.

Meng Shuilan knew that Tang Buxiu was looking for Tang Jiaren. You can tell how important Tang Jiaren is to him. Looking at Tang Jiaren again, it is not the same.

If he is a kind-hearted person, he should help the two of them so that the lovers can finally get married. Unfortunately, he is not.

Feelings are not objects that can be given away at will. People in the world come and go by, but only one person can be with you. How can you not be picky? If you cannot settle down, you are obsessed with it and do not regret it. Finding one person is lucky; finding one person but not finding it will lead to sorrow.

Now, Tang Jiaren is like a rare treasure, coveted by many people. He is not the one with the best conditions, but the one with the most patient. A person lives for a hundred years and has a long way to go. It is really possible that who will be the final winner.

Meng Shuilan shook the fan lightly, looked at Tang Jiaren and squinted her eyes and smiled.

Tang Jiaren occasionally glanced at Meng Shuilan, shuddered, and said, "Why are you laughing?"

Meng Shuilan stretched out her tone and said, "I'm just looking at you that love is deep and not long-lasting."

Tang Jiaren rubbed her arms and said, "Speak well, I'm cold."

Meng Shuilan opened her arms and said, "Come on, it's warm here."

Tang Jiaren slapped the sedan chair bar with her hand, jumped up, and rushed directly to Meng Shuilan.

On the sedan chair, a man's howl of pain came: "Ao...ao..."

If the general master was so unbearable, he would have been despised by his subordinates long ago. But Meng Shuilan is different. Meng Shuilan's cruelty is not on the surface, but on the heart.

After Tang Jiaren beat Meng Shuilan up, she kicked her out of the sedan chair and half lying on the sedan chair, feeling so comfortable that she was drowsy.

Meng Shuilan walked on the side of the sedan chair, buckled the cap on her head, lowered the brim, and blocked the purple face.

On the way to the inn, the group met Xia Jian and others. The so-called enemy road was narrow, which probably means this.

The big guy was about to take action as soon as he saw Tang Jiaren.

The old man, Uncle Quan, stopped the big guy and whispered: "It's from Baichuan Pavilion."

The big guy said: "Baichuan Pavilion? Isn't it the small gang that writes some gossip about the world?"

These words slipped into Meng Shuilan's ears. He curled the corners of his lips, kept saying nothing, and continued to move forward.

The old man, Uncle Quan, said: "Look at these sedan chairmen, they walk silently, and they carry the sedan chair as if nothing is there, without any murderous aura on their bodies. Their presence is so low that it makes people not easy to detect, so they know that they are not ordinary people."

The big guy said, "So what?"

The old man sneered and said, "Do you know, what is the original name of Baichuan Pavilion?"

The big guy shook his head.

The old man said: "Baichuan Pavilion was originally named Baichuan Pavilion. This pavilion is not a continuous stream of pavilion, but... a pavilion that is a hundred steps to open the sun. Baichuan Pavilion is the real assassin family."

The sedan chair passed by the four people. Tang Jiaren opened her eyes sensitively and looked in the direction where the four people were. She was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand, swung her left and right, and greeted her with a smile.

No one paid attention to her.

Tang Jiaren withdrew her hand, picked it up, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep.

Xia Jian asked, "Uncle Quan, is Baichuan Pavilion re-entered its old business and carried out assassination?"

The old man owed his body and then replied: "It's not Baichuan Pavilion. That man's martial arts routine is more like a person from the army. If he could catch the little baby and ask the truth, he would definitely know the whole story. It's a pity... Baichuan Pavilion intervened."

The big guy said in confusion: "Who is she? She is being carried by so many masters? Could she be the owner of Baichuan Pavilion?"

The old man smiled coldly and said, "Peace Master? The person who follows the sedan chair on the ground is the Pavilion Master!"

The big guy said in surprise: "Ah?! How do you know? He was so tightly covered?"

The old man replied coldly, "When he walked past me, he revealed the sign of the Baichuan Pavilion Master. He was warning us not to be enemies with the woman in the sedan chair." He frowned and thought, "Who would the woman who could help Meng Shuilan and willing to follow him on foot?"

The big guy smiled and said, "I'm the sweetheart."

The old man nodded, agreed, and then looked at Xia Jian and said, "Young Master, the woman has taken my corpse pills and only two hours to survive. Should we give her antidote?"
Chapter completed!