Wait a minute, heroine

Squeak~

After Ye Jingtang closed the door, he was still thinking about Ming Long Tu. As he walked, he noticed that there was a rustling in the room. It must be Bing Tuo Tuo wearing underwear. In order to avoid suspicion, he naturally did not go to the corridor. He lingered and quickly went down the stairs.

It was already early in the morning, and there was silence inside and outside the inn. The only sound that could be heard was the soft sound of rain.

Niaoniao was responsible for keeping vigil at night, walking around on the back of a charcoal-red horse in the stable next to the inn. Although the horse was named Rouge Tiger and looked like a liger, it looked extremely powerful, but its temperament was very docile and not at all dangerous. dislike.

Ye Jingtang went to the backyard and fed the two horses with night grass. Then he went to the well and fetched a bucket of water, ready to rinse his sweaty body, lest his wife would not be allowed to get on the kang.

As soon as he untied his outer robe, there was movement on the second floor of the inn. A figure wearing a bamboo hat flew out of the room. In mid-air, he found him taking a bath in the backyard. He tapped the wall to change direction and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

?

Ye Jingtang was a little confused, because he was only wearing thin pants, so he couldn't catch up and ask questions. After watching Bing Tuo Tuo go away, he started to wash up.

Yesterday during the battle at Wanghai Tower, he suffered a trauma to his chest. He was still wearing a bandage and it was quite troublesome to take a shower.

Ye Jingtang untied the bandage and looked down at his chest. It could be seen that more than a dozen scars had scabbed over. The recovery speed was amazing, but it would obviously take some time to fully recover as before. So he just wet the towel and wiped the uninjured areas. place.

While I was busy working alone, there was another soft rustling sound from the second floor of the inn.

Ye Jingtang looked up and saw that a window on the second floor was open, and the sleepy-eyed girl Fan poked her head out from inside. She looked down and found that he was taking a shower. She was slightly startled, and then quickly retracted.

?

Ye Jingtang was wearing thin trousers and did not reveal his weapon. It was a bit funny to see this.

Soon, Fan Qinghe carefully poked his head out again, and after confirming that Ye Jingtang was not naked, he jumped down from the second floor, landed next to Ye Jingtang, and said seriously:

"You have a wound on your chest. You can't get into the water easily. Just take a shower and say hello to me. I'll ask the demon girl to help you. Why are you messing around?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head to examine the scars on his chest.

Ye Jingtang said: "I know what's appropriate and I'm always paying attention. Are Ning'er and the others asleep?"

"That Jiu Mengzi drank in the afternoon until midnight, and even drank Miss Ning'er down, not long after she lay down."

Although Fan Qinghe has been drinking with him, he vowed to quit drinking after suffering two losses. He didn't drink much today, just a little drunk.

After Fan Qinghe said a few words, he took the towel from Ye Jingtang's hand and helped wipe his back.

No matter how amazing Ye Jingtang's wingspan was, it was obviously not very convenient to rub his own back. He did not refuse and stood with his arms spread out. He wanted to chat for a while, but he soon realized...

Chachacha——

Fan Qinghe helped wipe his back, but he was not like Shui'er who touched and teased him. He stood beside him with a towel wrapped in one hand, like a senior teacher in the bathhouse...

Ye Jingtang's Jin Lin Jade has rough skin and thick flesh, but he doesn't show his teeth and grins. He is quite comfortable. After a little experience, he feels that he is much more professional than Shui'er. Curious inquiry:

"Miss Fan, can you still rub your back?"

"No, this is not the same as brushing horses."

Brushing horses...?

Ye Jingtang blinked his eyes and thought for a moment, feeling that Miss Fan was probably praising him for being as strong as a horse...

Fan Qinghe rubbed his lower back with a towel. Maybe he felt that the silent atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, so he said again:

"What were you talking about in someone else's room just now? We were talking until midnight, and you said, 'Wait a minute, Heroine'... Do you not know the leader of Hepingtian?"

Ye Jingtang shook his head and smiled: "We were just discussing martial arts. I made a joke in the middle and almost got beaten."

Seeing Ye Jingtang's lingering fear, Fan Qinghe couldn't help but hum softly:

"You bully the weak and shy away from the strong. I treat you in every possible way, but you repay kindness with hatred and act recklessly. When you meet the most powerful person in the world, why don't you dare to act recklessly?"

Why don't I dare?

Didn't you almost get beaten down?

Ye Jingtang thought so in his heart, but did not say it out loud. Instead, he turned around and faced Fan Qinghe:

"Except for the last time I did it on purpose, it was all a misunderstanding before..."

When Fan Qinghe saw Ye Jingtang turning around, he couldn't help but panic in his heart, and he forced himself to say:

"Stand still and don't talk!"

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang had no choice but to stop. He stood with his arms open and looked at the wind and rain outside the eaves.

Chacha...

Fan Qinghe began to wipe his chest, and when he reached the area near the wound, his movements became much gentler. He found that Ye Jingtang was calm and felt more relaxed, but as he continued to wipe, something suddenly felt wrong.

In the middle of the night, the light under the eaves is very dark. Even if you are close at hand, you can only see the outline, and it is difficult to see the details.

Fan Qinghe wiped his chest with a towel and found that there seemed to be a 'small pimple' on Ye Jingtang's chest muscles. He didn't react for a while, thinking it was a new injury, so he touched it with his fingers...

? !

Ye Jingtang was originally afraid of offending the gentle and considerate girl Fan. Before he could think about anything, the more sensitive part of his chest was gently teased. His body became half stiff. He lowered his head and looked at the cheek that was close at hand in disbelief:

"???"

Fan Qinghe realized the problem, his body stiffened slightly, and he retracted his fingers calmly, pretending that nothing happened.

Feeling Ye Jingtang's stunned eyes, her cheeks turned into red-hot clouds, and she forced herself to calm down:

"What are you looking at? Wiping your body, some contact is inevitable... If you mind, then you can wipe it yourself."

As he said that, he threw the towel to Night Terror Hall, turned around and wanted to run away.

How could Ye Jingtang mind? He quickly raised his hand to block the way:

"How could it be? I still know the truth that illness should not be cured. Miss Fan just rubs it boldly."

Fan Qinghe didn't mind continuing to help, but if he was ill and refused to seek treatment, it would be time to unbutton his pants and wipe them down. She was not a witch, how could she not even wipe out a villain?

Fan Qinghe still acted angry at that moment, snorted softly, slipped under Ye Jingtang's arm, and ran into the inn.

Ye Jingtang's eyes were full of smiles, and he no longer embarrassed the shameless Miss Fan, and wiped her body clean.

Because his robe was soaked with sweat, Ye Jingtang didn't wear a coat, so he returned to the second floor with his upper body naked and came to Ning'er's room.

It was late at night, the lights in the room had already been turned off, and there were several empty wine bottles on the table.

Ye Jingtang entered the house and saw that there was no movement, so he went to the bed to look around.

Between the curtains, Ning'er's cheeks were flushed. She was lying on the outside with her eyes closed and fast asleep. She was wearing light cyan pajamas. Her sleeping appearance was very soft and elegant. Her eyes were moving slightly, she must be dreaming.

However, Master Xuanji always had a good drinking capacity and was not drunk. At this time, she was lying on the inside with her arms around Ning'er. When she saw Ye Jingtang coming in, she opened her eyes and looked up and down:

"If you don't go back to your room to sleep late at night, why are you here?"

"hehe……"

Ye Jingtang smiled with crooked eyebrows, opened the curtain and sat in, leaning forward and tapping her red lips.

Xuanji's eyes were slightly cold, she leaned back slightly and raised her hand to cover Ye Jingtang's lips:

"My teacher saw that you were injured, and I only cared about you a few times. How can you become more and more presumptuous? You can only ask for it if I give it to you. If I don't give it to you, you can't use force. Do you understand?"

Luo Ning was not drunk enough to fall unconscious. There were words in her ears, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes. She saw the Night Terror Hall nearby, and was slightly stunned. She wanted to ask if she was done with her work, but when she heard the water Er's words came back again:

"What is a teacher? Are you ashamed?"

Ye Jingtang rolled over Ning'er and shamelessly squeezed between the two of them, one in each hand:

"It's almost dawn. Go to bed early. If you have anything to say, we'll talk tomorrow."

Luo Ning didn't even hide, she just frowned and said:

"Little thief, don't mess around, Bai Jin is still at the inn..."

"Master Xue went out to relax."

"Um?"

Luo Ning was stunned for a moment. She wanted to ask a few more questions, but her mouth was blocked. She twisted twice with a slight dissatisfaction, but finally closed her eyes and pretended not to take the initiative or refuse.

Master Xuanji has suffered a lot in the past few days, but this does not stop her from loving to play. Seeing that Ning'er started to act pretentious again, she pretended to be a close sister, put her hand between the two of them, and forced Ye Jingtang's cheek to come over. :

"Forget it if she's not happy. Why bother her? Let her sleep well."

As he said that, he took the initiative to come forward, bobo.

? ?

Luo Ning opened her eyes and looked at the meat taken away from her bowl, her eyes suddenly became filled with mixed emotions.

She wanted to say a few words, but being jealous was obviously not in line with her usual style. After hesitating for a moment, she turned around silently, turning her back to the two of them without saying a word:

"snort……"

Ye Jingtang's mouth was gagged and he couldn't speak at all. He was afraid of focusing on one thing and losing the other, so he hugged Ning'er again...

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The next day, Jiangzhou City Government Palace.

At dusk, from a waterside pavilion by the East Lake, the music of Kongyouqin was heard:

"Dang~~dang~~..."

The Queen Mother sat sideways on the large terrace, with a piano stand in front of her and the "Qin Xiang Ru Banana Leaf" given by Wu Guogong. She lightly plucked the strings with her bare hands. From the out-of-tune music to her expression, she could tell that she was distracted. .

Unconsciously, it has been several days since I returned to my parents' home.

After returning to Jiangzhou from this trip, the Queen Mother thought she could experience another unforgettable journey with her bold escort. However, the result was great. Ever since a certain empress came in, everything has changed.

Not only did she sneak around with the guards, she could no longer have fun like she did when she was a child. She had to pay attention to her speech and behavior every day to avoid losing the manners that a mother of a country should have.

And Ye Jingtang obviously didn't dare to do anything daring anymore. Except for the last few days when they slurped balls for a long time, it was hard to even see each other.

Although I have to stay in Jiangzhou until the end of the new year, there are so many things going on in the world, and Ye Jingtang is a figure at the forefront. Who knows if something big will happen tomorrow, and Ye Jingtang is ordered to leave again in danger?

The Queen Mother thought for a long time while holding the strings of the piano. She felt that there were some things that she had to take the initiative to fight for, so she held down the strings of the piano, got up and came to the waterside pavilion.

Inside the waterside pavilion is the studio, where the Queen Mother learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting when she was a child. There are also many "works" hanging on the wall, such as - the swan that looks like a duck but not a duck, the fat-headed koi carp...

Because the Queen Mother was originally the apple of her eye, and now she is the queen of a country, these calligraphy treasures have naturally become national treasures. Mrs. Zhao has not lost any of them. They are all framed extremely beautifully and hung in the most conspicuous position.

In front of the painting table near the lake, the empress is wearing a fiery red dress and holding a paintbrush to outline the beautiful sunset. Although the painting is ordinary, with the support of the empress dowager's childhood graffiti, it still shows a bit of grandeur.

The Queen Mother folded her hands on her waist, came to the empress' side and observed her carefully for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"His Majesty's painters have become even better."

When the empress praises her martial arts skills to others, she won't feel any discomfort in her heart. After all, there are only a few people in the world who can clearly see her background, so how can she praise her to the point?

It's different when it comes to praising piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This is what the empress lacks the most. Even if she knows it's flattering, it's still better than no one praising her.

Hearing the sound, the empress raised her brush and looked at the scroll with a smile:

"Really? Where have you improved?"

The Empress Dowager's three-legged cat painter could not be seen to have improved in any way, but she had been accompanying the two empresses in the palace all year round, so her response was natural, pointing to the waves in the painting:

"These are some of the most amazing things. They are much more accomplished than what I saw in the palace in the past..."

The reason why she dared to talk nonsense like this was because the Empress was definitely not sure whether what she said was right or wrong.

The facts were as expected by the Queen Mother. The Empress looked at the water waves on the scroll and nodded thoughtfully. Then she stopped pecking at each other and asked instead:

"Why don't you continue to play the piano, the Queen Mother? But you are tired?"

The Queen Mother looked dignified and steady. She sighed quietly and looked at the lake where the sun was setting:

"As the Queen Mother, although I ignore government affairs, I still have to do my duty to say something that needs to be said..."

Although the empress had average artistic talent, she was obviously not stupid. Just by listening to the words, she understood that the Queen Mother wanted to persuade her not to be obsessed with pleasure and forget her identity as the king of a country.

The empress was silent for a moment and responded calmly:

"There is no need to worry, Queen Mother, I have my own sense of discretion."

The Queen Mother came here to urge the Empress to return to the capital as soon as possible, but seeing the rare moment of hesitation in the Empress' eyes, she couldn't bear to speak.

After all, she has stayed in the palace for so many years and often sleeps on the dragon bed. She is already the person who knows the empress sisters best in the world.

The empress is just a woman. Ten years ago, she was the eldest princess of the Wei Dynasty. She resented the ruthlessness of the imperial family. All she wanted was to live happily with her sister, and one day fall in love with a talented and beautiful woman. Prince Consort, this life is over.

But some people are destined to be at the forefront of the trend. Even if they want to follow the trend and become ordinary, God will not give them this opportunity.

Ten years ago, the late emperor passed away and the emperor's eldest son ascended the throne. Due to the old grudges of the palace and the position of his relatives, he mercilessly pushed the empress sisters to a dead end.

The royal concubine has passed away, and everything is fine if she is away, but she cannot carry the burden. The only one who can save the fate of their sisters is the empress herself.

Ever since the day when the Empress sat on the Dragon Throne and accepted the worship of thousands of people, the Queen Mother discovered that the Empress had changed. She had nothing to do with the unruly princess she used to be, and had become a lonely person sitting on the Dragon Throne.

Although what the empress did was flawless, she was even able to pursue the 'Eternal Emperor'. But the Queen Mother has been with her all year round, and I have never seen her smile sincerely. Her eyes are always deep and wise, and I can no longer see the agility and liveliness in Li Ren's eyes.

The Queen Mother knew that the empress had hidden these emotions, and she might not like this kind of life of being above ten thousand people in her heart, but she was forced to go on because of the situation.

She is the canary in the palace, and why not the empress?

The Queen Mother has been a widow in the palace for ten years. She knows how hard it is to be alone and helpless. Thinking of this, she can't bear to urge the empress to go back quickly for the sake of personal love, and then turns to:

"No matter how strong your mind is, the emperor cannot withstand everything by himself. If you can have a trustworthy pillow next to you when you have free time, and chat about family affairs, the pressure on your heart will be much less. The Holy Master is not young anymore, although it is hindered by the The clan is not good at getting married on the surface, but privately...well..."

The empress turned her eyes and smiled:

"Grow a good face?"

"..."

The Queen Mother meant this, but saying it this way was too direct, so she said tactfully:

"It's not a face, it's a close person. I'm interested in Queen Marie... Reading ancient books, it seems that there was a widowed queen and concubine who let the man she liked enter the palace as a eunuch and serve her day and night. As long as she didn't make a big deal about it, Neither the government nor the opposition can find fault..."

The empress walked to the painting desk, crossed her arms and leaned against the painting desk, and responded rather domineeringly:

"I am interested in a man, so why should I be so secretive? Even if I openly call beautiful men to serve in the Cheng'an Palace, as long as I don't give birth to a prince and establish a heir, it will not cause turmoil."

The Queen Mother also wanted to imitate the Empress, leaning against the painting table with her buttocks.

But she didn’t have enough altitude, so she jumped up and sat on the table with her legs dangling in the air. She was too childish, so she could only stand up straight and dignified:

"In that case, why doesn't Your Majesty choose a lover who catches your eye?"

Because Li Ren hides Xiu Nan secretly...

The empress didn't feel comfortable responding to this topic, so she asked with crooked eyebrows:

"Has the Queen Mother had such thoughts?"

? !

When the Queen Mother heard this, her round and round face turned pale, and she quickly said seriously:

"As the Queen Mother, how can I..."

The empress raised her finger slightly to indicate not to be so nervous, and sighed softly:

"I sit on the throne as a daughter. I have already overturned the ancient rules of etiquette. How can I stick to the dogma like the emperors of the past? The Queen Mother is the link between the imperial court and the southeastern nobles. I can't let you return home, but I won't be too private in private. Too mean, as long as there is no uproar in the city and there is an intimate person secretly, I and Li Ren will not have to worry about the Queen Mother being depressed all day long."

"..."

When the Queen Mother heard these outrageous and rebellious words, she was so moved that she moved her lips but did not dare to answer.

The empress sighed softly and continued:

"After the trip to the northwest, the Queen Mother seems to be a different person. She is much more lively and cheerful than before."

?

The Queen Mother's heart tightened, and she felt that the empress seemed to be implying something behind her words.

I was just talking about a close friend, and now I suddenly mentioned the northwest group...

The Queen Mother's cheeks turned crimson unconsciously, and she quickly pressed it down. She clasped her hands on her waist and pretended to be relaxed:

"I'm in a better mood after going out to relax. Well... Your Majesty doesn't have to worry too much about the situation in the world. As long as I'm here, Jiangzhou Navy and even the Southeastern nobles will be the most powerful backing of Your Majesty. If my father If the old fool is disobedient, I will replace him with the eldest brother. If the eldest brother fails, I will take over on my own, and the same goes for everyone else."

Seeing that the Queen Mother showed such great loyalty, the empress didn't say anything more. She strolled around the court and turned around, continuing to sketch the landscape.

The Queen Mother was not sure whether the Empress had seen the clues, and she was panicking to death. Just when she didn't know what to do, the dead girl Hongyu suddenly ran from the lake and shouted from afar:

"The Queen Mother, the Queen Mother, Mr. Ye is back!"

The Empress Dowager's heart tightened, and she quickly acted as if she were the solemn mother in the world, frowning and saying:

"You're right back. What are you yelling about? You didn't see the Holy One...eh?"

Before the Queen Mother finished speaking, she noticed something was wrong with her peripheral vision and turned around to look - there was nothing behind the painting table except for a paintbrush that rolled towards the edge of the table.

"Hey? Where's the person?"

The Queen Mother's eyes were blank, she turned around in a circle, looked under the table, and then glanced at the empty lake shore...

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There is no follow-up plot, and the writing is indeed slow or2!