In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

Chapter 183
The shelter was not very spacious and could only accommodate two people. Lou Yuan was depressed, so he started playing swordsmanship in the courtyard. Different from the swordsmanship of the Central Plains, Rouranren's swordsmanship lacked the soft beauty and was even more indifferent. Hidden murderous intent.

Qin Feng's hands felt a little itchy when he saw it. When he thought of Guang Guang's injured right arm, he suppressed the urge to step forward to compete.

Seeing him watching, Lou Yuan's gloomy face gradually turned to joy, and then he proudly showed him more powerful sword skills. Qin Feng recognized that this was a move from the masters of the royal court. That night, they used this move Knife skills.

On the side, Zhao Wuling asked in a strange tone.

"When did you become interested in Rouran's martial arts?"

"I have never seen it before, but I am lucky enough to see it today. It is really shocking. This set of sword skills is smooth and deadly, and although it lacks a bit of beauty, it is very clean and neat."

Tan Feng was amazed at Lou Yuan's sword skills.

Zhao Wuling glanced at him, and the other person's eyes were looking straight at Lou Yuan, his eyes as bright as day stars. He narrowed his eyes, slowly and methodically shook the fruit drink in the cup, raised his hand to his mouth, and said deeply He said, "So, if you've seen this before, you're not interested?"

"what?"

Qin Feng asked subconsciously without thinking much, then gradually paused and looked at Zhao Wuling doubtfully. Zhao Wuling's face had no emotion and no clues. He stared at it for a long time, his eyes getting more intense.

Seeing him staring at him like this, Zhao Wuling leaned back uncomfortably.

"do not move!"

Tan Feng shouted in a low voice with a serious look on his face.

"you"

Zhao Wuling had a sullen look on his face, his eyes were slightly cold, and his thin lips were slightly parted. As soon as he said a word, he was suddenly slapped hard.

Snapped.

His anger became even stronger, and he stared at Qin Feng, as if he wanted to skin him and cramp him.

The corners of Qin Feng's eyes twitched and he spread out his palms. There was something black lying in his palms. Facing Zhao Wuling's silent question, he explained with a smile: "There are mosquitoes. The mosquitoes here are very poisonous. Xiao Hou If your face is bitten by a mosquito, you will suffer a lot."

"is it?"

Zhao Wuling pressed his cheeks, not feeling a trace of happiness.

"yes."

Unable to look directly at the particularly obvious slap marks on Zhao Wuling's face, Qin Feng's eyes darted around, scanning the surrounding area, and said: "Why are there so many mosquitoes? This is not good. I'll go find those little nuns and get some moxa." Let’s smoke the grass.”

Before Zhao Wuling became completely angry, he quickly ran away.

Seeing that he was running away with a guilty conscience, Zhao Wuling rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, feeling the burning pain on his left cheek and feeling very depressed.

"Come here, take away the food."

Qin Feng slipped away so fast that Lou Yuan chased him but failed to catch up, so he returned to the courtyard in despair. At this time, Zhao Wuling's man walked past him carrying a dinner plate. He raised his eyes and saw that Zhao Wuling was still sitting there. Under the shelter.

"Since there are so many mosquitoes, why don't you come out earlier, so that you don't become a snack for mosquitoes?"

Zhao Wuling raised his eyebrows.

"That's not bad."

"Ok?"

Lou Yuan didn't know why, but saw Zhao Wuling roll up his sleeves methodically, revealing his clear-cut arms, and slowly placed them on the table.

After a while, Qin Feng walked in with a handful of lit mugwort. When he walked under the shelter, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. Zhao Wuling's chin, neck and hands were all red envelopes bitten by mosquitoes, especially On his hands, there were densely bulging poison bags.

Horrible!
hiss.Qin Feng quickly threw the mugwort on the stone table, picked up Zhao Wuling and walked out.

"Let's go, let's go. We can't stay here any longer. There are too many poisonous packets on your body. They must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise you will be disfigured. Master Jing'an has rested. Go to my place. I also have medicine."

Zhao Wuling lowered his head and looked at the hand holding his sleeve. It was fair and slender, but the sleeve was wrinkled due to the exertion.

Tan Feng didn't pay attention, and he didn't remind him. He turned to look at Lou Yuan behind him, who had an ugly face, and a smile gradually filled the corners of his mouth.

"it is good."

As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he was blocked by Han Yi and others who were coming towards him.

Seeing the red bump on his young master's neck, Han Yi glared at Tan Feng angrily, his eyes seeming to question him. Tan Feng didn't want to conflict with anyone here, so he let go and stepped aside wisely.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, not July and a half. Mr. Han, please don't look at me like this. It's strange. The red bumps on the little Marquis' body are from poisonous mosquito bites. I'm about to take him back for medicine."

Being ridiculed for looking like a ghost, Han Yi became even more angry and snorted coldly: "Just put the medicine on. You, a grown man, are pulling and pulling on my young master like this and let others see it. What should you think?!"

Oh.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and said teasingly: "Just keep it in mind. I am only interested in beautiful women. A powerful person like your master is beyond the reach of a vulgar person like me. Well, I’m going to get the medicine first, and you guys can chat slowly.”

After saying that, he left without looking back. Han Yi couldn't say anything, so he was very angry.

"The smooth-tongued dandy, Young Master, he..."

As he spoke, Han Yi looked away, and suddenly found his young master staring at him faintly, and he felt a faint chill on his back.

Could it be that he said something wrong?
Before he could figure it out, another person walked out of the courtyard. This person was Lou Yuan, the third prince of Rouran who had entered the capital a few days ago.

Why is this person here?

Lou Yuan walked to Zhao Wuling's side, looked at Qin Feng's leaving back, with a smile on his face, and said matter-of-factly: "You guys came just in time. Mr. Zhao Xiaohou was seriously injured. Zizhen, don't leave." It’s only on his neck and chin, but it’s actually more serious on his arms. You’d better take him down the mountain quickly and find a doctor to take a look.”

As soon as these words came out, Han Yi and others became really serious and urged Zhao Wuling to come down the mountain.

At the dim gate of the courtyard, Zhao Wuling's face became increasingly gloomy, holding his arms and sneering.

"Has His Highness Lou Yuan forgotten the purpose of his visit to Zhongyuan?"

The tone was cold and low, carrying the power of an impending wave. It was like a basin of cold water being poured down on him. Lou Yuan's raised face froze instantly.

Zhao Wuling teased mercilessly: "A dozen of the top masters of the Rouran Royal Court can't stop a woman, let alone you - His Highness Lou Yuan is personally in charge, and they all let Princess Guhali run away, and she has not yet been able to stop her." After finding her whereabouts, His Highness is still leisurely playing tricks here, he really is not in any hurry."

Lou Yuan's face turned green and white, and he retorted weakly: "You don't need to worry about this matter, I will find Guhali and bring her back to the royal court."

As everyone knows, in the debate with his advisers, he was defeated without a fight. Zhao Wuling's thin lips were slightly raised, strategizing.

"It's best this way. It's better to have long nights and dreams sooner rather than later. If something goes wrong and ruins His Highness the Crown Prince's important affairs, I don't need to say more about His Highness Lou Yuan's situation at that time."

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When Qin Feng came back with the medicine, he saw Zhao Wuling standing alone at the door of the yard, with two arms bitten by poisonous mosquitoes exposed, and his eyebrows were twisted, as if he was unhappy.

When he got closer, he saw that the raised red pimple seemed to be more serious. Qin Feng hissed coldly, quickly took out the medicine, poured it on the red pimple, then put his palm against it and spread it evenly.

He murmured something strange: "I have been to Chenxiang Temple several times, and I have never seen anyone bitten so badly. It seems that the little Marquis is the type that mosquitoes like."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuling raised his lips and smiled slightly: "When I hear what you say, should I be happy, or should I think that I am too unlucky?"

(End of this chapter)