UGB Chapter 106
Chapter 106
Wansheng Pavilion Jiangnan Branch.
Zhu Wengui sat in the first place, thinking about something with a cold face.Fang Siming bowed his head respectfully and stood in front of him, the room was silent.
Only the crackling of the oil lamp could be heard.
"You can't sit still! It is necessary to fight back!" Zhu Wengui hit the handrail hard.
Fang Siming knelt down on one knee neatly, still hanging his head, quietly.There was no superfluous expression on his face, his golden pupils were indifferent, and he looked as beautiful as an ice sculpture under the firelight.
Heartless.
In front of Zhu Wengui, he doesn't look like a son, a subordinate, or even a person.He is like a knife, a sharp blade in Zhu Wengui's hand.He is Zhu Wengui's tailor-made weapon for himself, obedient yet sharp.
"Go..." Zhu Wengui said slowly.
"Who!?" His cloudy one-eyed suddenly became sharp.At the same time, Fang Siming got up instantly and rushed out of the window.
The windows were smashed, the curtains were blown, and the sunlight poured in, illuminating the dark room.
——It turns out that it is actually daytime now.It was only because the specially made curtains were too heavy that the inside of the house was like a dark night and needed light to illuminate it.
Zhu Wengui frowned.
Fang Siming climbed onto the roof, but found that there was no one around.He was worried about Zhu Wengui in the room, turned over and went back to the room.
"Father, I didn't find it."
"Well, go back first, we can discuss it another day." Zhu Wengui was very alert and stopped the arrangement.
"Yes." Fang Siming backed away silently.
It's just that... the adoptive father came here in secret; he only told the little idiot to one person; so, just now...
There was an indescribable feeling in his heart: it seemed to have been expected; it seemed to wake up suddenly.
He shouldn't have believed that "happy heart" that floated on his lips.He was too naive... After all, he couldn't refuse those eyes.
Pushing open his door tiredly, Fang Siming suddenly noticed the existence of another person.
"Siming!" The handsome Taoist priest sat on his bed and greeted him with a smile.
Fang Siming's face darkened.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here to be a hero to save the beauty." Yan Qingping blinked, "During the Qixi Festival, the wealthy lady was trapped at home by her old father who had a serious family background, and she was alone. At the risk of being beaten to death by the old father, I came to pick up the young lady and go out, and meet after dusk..."
Yan Qingping was full of nonsense, sat up straight with a smile, and a pair of dark eyes met Fang Siming's golden pupils directly, without dodging or avoiding.
"...You, were you the one on the roof just now?" Fang Siming's Adam's apple slipped and he forgot to lift Yan Qingping off his bed.
"That's right. I let you guys find out on purpose. Otherwise, the adoptive father must have watched you closely and couldn't steal you out..."
"I'm not going out." Fang Siming didn't know for a moment whether what he said was true or not, but seeing him still talking so intimately, he suddenly felt relieved.
If this is lying to me... so be it.Anyway, time is running out, so what does it matter if it is true or false?
"That won't work, I'm here, and I must take you out. It's up to you whether you leave or not." Yan Qingping smiled confidently.
"Father will find out." Fang Siming raised his eyebrows.
"We can..." Yan Qingping got up, leaned close to his ear, and said something softly.
……
"Enemy attack!!"
On this sunny afternoon, there was sudden confusion in the Jiangnan Branch of Wansheng Pavilion.
Wudang young hero Yan Qingping, holding a woman in red in his arms, suddenly stood on the roof of Wansheng Pavilion.
"What a Wansheng Pavilion! You actually kidnapped Miss Fang's family! Pindao will send Miss Fang home today, and I will teach you a lesson tomorrow!"
After speaking, he hugged the person and walked away.
Behind him, a black figure followed quickly.
The killer in the pavilion failed to find the pavilion master Fang Shao, and the temporary steward was a little flustered, not knowing what to do.At this time, Zhu Wengui heard the sound and came out.The steward found the backbone and told Zhu Wengui what happened just now.
Zhu Wengui frowned: "The Young Pavilion Master should be following behind. Since he has already chased after him, there is no problem. But, who is this young lady of the Fang family?"
On the other side, Yan Qingping hugged the person and found an alley to stand in.
"Okay, Siming." He put down the man in his arms who was dressed in red—isn't it Fang Siming?
The man in black behind him is Horse Monkey Shochu, Xuan Liu.
"You're so straightforward." Fang Siming didn't expect him to make such a big commotion, and glared at him, "Miss Fang? How will I explain it to my adoptive father?"
"Hey, just put the pot on my head hard." Yan Qingping begged for mercy and stood beside him, lowering his head and rubbing against his shoulder.
"You...huh?" Fang Siming felt a little uncomfortable with this sudden closeness.He took a step back, and then saw Xuanliu standing in a daze at the entrance of the alley.
"What are you still doing here? Go back!" Fang Siming looked cold.
Xuan Liu felt wronged and turned around to leave.Throw it away when you're done using it, Young Pavilion Master is really too much.However, no wonder that little Taoist priest is so powerful, it turns out that he is the Young Madam...
"Why are you angry with that bastard?" Yan Qingping stretched out his hands and put his arms around his waist, "Siming, you look so good in red."
Yan Qingping had never seen Fang Siming in red—except for women's clothing.But now, he was dressed in a flame-like red dress, and his skin was as white as snow.Coupled with the white hair hanging down like a waterfall, she looks as good as a fairy in the world.
"You...do you like this face?" Fang Siming unexpectedly didn't tear off the brown candy sticking to his back, and let those arms wrap around his waist.The wide snow-white sleeves painted with wings fell down, as if he had been drawn into the wings.
Yan Qingping smiled softly.
Siming asked the same question when he confessed his love back then.
How did he answer it?
"Everyone has the love of beauty. I am no exception. However, my feelings for you are definitely not because of this face, do you understand?"
Fang Siming paused, feeling the heat in his ears.He became angry from embarrassment, raised his head slightly, and let his white hair cover his ears: "Didn't you say you want to go out?"
"Yes, yes, let's go. Go to eat, and then go to release the river lantern..."
"Let go first!"
"I do not."
"How do you get out like this?"
"That's it. I finally got it back, so I won't let go." Yan Qingping smiled lazily, and stood beside him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Fang Siming's expression was complicated: "Are you going to go out with me like this? Not many people know me, but there are a lot of people who know you."
"Do you mind?" Yan Qingping tilted his head.
"What do I care about? It's..."
"You just don't mind." Yan Qingping interrupted, "Let's go, I know that the drunken chicken in Yanzhou City is very delicious."
Fang Siming pursed his lips.Forget it, let him go.