Yang Fan stared at the direction in which the Little Palace Maid had disappeared, and did not respond to Maqiao's words.
Maqiao did not know why, but he did know some of the court's secrets and anecdotes.
He knew that there was a secret force by Wu Zetian's side, known as the Plum Blossom Internal Guards, who lived deep in the inner palace. The Internal Guards had contributed greatly to Wu Zetian's creation of evidence to kill Li Tang's members of the imperial family, as well as to eliminate some opposition forces that could not be publicly dealt with.
Yang Fan had only seen a few words about the Plum Blossom Internal Guards from official documents, and did not know much about their attire or their specific duties. But when he saw the plum blossom between the little fairy's eyebrows, he did not know why, but he thought of this mysterious organization.
At this time, the two figures flitting past the wall and Maqiao's two ghostly cries had already alerted Marquis Wu, who was patrolling at night. Someone shouted, "Who's out on the street at night?" From afar, a cluster of lanterns swayed in the wind. Yang Fan and Maqiao saw that there was no time to talk, and immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
The two of them were already used to walking in this square, and knew every grass, every tree, every brick and tile like the back of their hands. The two of them walked along the road, deliberately avoiding the main road, and in a short while, they had shaken off Marquis Wu, and arrived near their residence. They waved at each other, and each took their stolen goods and dashed into their own courtyards.
Maqiao dashed into his own courtyard, and stood still. He looked around furtively, and took out something from his bosom. It was a soft ball, and when it was opened, it seemed to be a silk undergarment.
Maqiao moved closer, and took a deep breath, and said to himself, "How fragrant! The Huang family's eldest wife is already a woman over thirty, and yet she is still wearing such a beautiful scarf. Hey! "
Maqiao tucked the woman's bra into his bosom and tiptoed forward to push the door. Laoniang had indeed left the door open for him. Maqiao dodged through the door and let down the latch. Light shone through the crack in the door.
When the lights in Maqiao's house were turned on, a shadow flashed out of the alley where Yang Fan lived like a ghost. He was silent for a moment, observing the movements left and right. Seeing that the crossroads were quiet, he flew over and entered another alley.
This figure was extraordinarily fast, and he was extremely familiar with the layout of the square. He appeared and disappeared in the streets and alleys. Soon, he returned to the wall where Maqiao and Yang Fan were. He lowered his head and sniffed the blood on the wall. Then, as if he was looking for something, he began to search the surroundings.
A moment later, the man appeared next to the waterwheel. He looked down at the ground and muttered to himself, "How shrewd! He actually went and returned, hiding under the water. Unfortunately, man proposes but God disposes. He actually lost too much blood and fainted here. Even if he waited until daybreak, he would still be captured. "
The faint starlight shone on this person's face. It was Yang Fan who had just left. At his feet, there was a dark shadow lying quietly. Most of this shadow's body had already climbed out of the stream, but his two legs were still in the water. Looking at his clothes, it was obviously the assassin from before. He had already fainted there, not moving an inch.
Yang Fan lowered his head to look at him. His eyes constantly flickered as if he was hesitating and struggling. But looking at his unconscious appearance in the water, it was similar to when he was kicked into the stream. Yang Fan did not want to just leave. Finally, he let out a breath and bent down to pick up the person who was half submerged in the stream.
As soon as the person entered his arms, Yang Fan let out a sound of surprise. He seemed to have discovered something. But his movements did not stop. He only paused for a moment, and a living person weighing more than a hundred pounds was carried in his arms. His movements were still incomparably agile. He leapt over the earth wall that was half a person's height and quickly disappeared into the night.
…
He unbolted the door and lit the lamp.
The lamp lit up and flooded the entire room, illuminating the person lying flat on the bed.
Yang Fan used one hand to block the candlelight. Holding the lamp, he slowly walked to the side of the masked person he had rescued. He squatted down and placed the lamp on the table. He carefully sized up 'him'.
The light was dim. The person on the bed was dripping wet. Her wet clothes clung to her body, and the curves of her body were clearly visible to his eyes. It was indeed a woman. Just now, when he had just picked her up, he had already felt something was wrong. Only now could he see her true appearance.
After the thin silk clothes were soaked, they wrapped around the exquisite and curvaceous body of the person, completely unable to cover up. That pair of perfectly round thighs, slender, firm, and full, was right under his nose. Her drenched pants wrapped around her body, and even her lower abdomen was stretched out by the wet thin pants, revealing a delicate shape.
Yang Fan's eyes quickly swept over there, including the curves of the female assassin's breasts. His eyes did not linger for long. The female assassin's naked body was undoubtedly very beautiful. It was especially attractive to a young man, but he did not use his eyes to profane the girl's body.
He looked at the soaked face cloth stuck to the girl's face and frowned slightly. Then he lifted her neck and helped her take off the hood. After the hood was taken off, a beautiful ponytail of black hair was revealed. Laying her flat, under the light of the lamp, she looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.
This girl had a delicate and pretty appearance, like the Yue girls of Jiangnan. At this time, she was still unconscious. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly knitted in her unconsciousness, giving off a rather stubborn feeling. However, her pale face revealed a trace of helplessness.
Yang Fan's eyes lingered on her face for a moment, then moved to her shoulder. There was a hole there, but at this time, there was no blood flowing out. The hole in her clothes revealed a faint trace of skin, and there was a wound on it.
Yang Fan frowned, walked to the corner of the room, opened a broken box, and took out a small box. He returned to the girl's side, opened the box, and took out a pair of scissors from the box. He gently picked up the clothes near the female assassin's wound, and cut it …
The wet clothes wrapped around her exquisite chest. Although she had the figure of a young girl, there was an indescribable femininity about her. Yang Fan restrained his instinct to look at her. After cutting the clothes near her wound, he took out a neatly folded piece of white cloth from the box, cut it with a knife, and tore out a long strip with a "chi la" sound.
In the same way, he tore out five strips of white cloth, and took out a small gourd from the box. He used his mouth to bite off the gourd stopper, and inserted one hand under the female assassin's body, lifting her body slightly.
The unconscious female assassin seemed to feel the pain, and let out a slight moan. Yang Fan aimed the mouth of the gourd at the bloody wound on the female assassin's back, and quickly poured some brownish yellow medicinal foam on it. Then he put down the gourd, and lightly stuck a strip of white cloth he had prepared on it …
After laying the female assassin's body flat, Yang Fan did the same thing, and applied the medicine on her frontal wound. The female assassin's shoulder was pierced by a thin spear, but fortunately, it did not hurt her lungs. If she was treated in time, her life would not be in danger. However, whether it would hurt her meridians and affect her martial arts, it was still hard to say.
After Yang Fan finished applying the medicine, he wrapped the bandage round and round, and then picked up the second bandage. When he was on the third bandage, his forehead was already faintly covered in sweat. Although he adhered to the etiquette of a gentleman and did not look at the beautiful female body, his temperament was one thing, and his instincts were another.
He was still a hot-blooded young man. Sometimes he held the girl's slender waist, sometimes he held the girl's soft back, and sometimes he bandaged her wounds. No matter how carefully he avoided her gaze, the beautiful shape and curve of the exquisite jade rabbit inevitably fell into his eyes. His body had already started to have some instinctive reactions.
"Hmm …"
After this torment, the female assassin moaned and woke up.
The female assassin's eyelashes opened slightly, and when the light entered her eyes, she could not help but be shocked. She quickly reached out and instinctively grabbed the sword!
Yang Fan let out a muffled groan, and his whole body suddenly froze.
"Who are you?"
The female assassin's eyes became misty for a moment, and then quickly became clear. She looked at Yang Fan with some fierceness.
"I … am … the person … who … saved your life!"
The female assassin quickly glanced at the situation in the room, and after confirming that it was not a government office, she asked again, "Is this your home?"
Yang Fan's face showed a slightly uncomfortable and bashful expression, "This … talking like this, it's so difficult! Miss … please let go of me first! "
"Hmm?"
The female assassin was slightly surprised, and her eyes looked down. Only then did she realize that although the thing she was holding was hard, it was not her sword hilt. The place she was holding was actually the man's crotch. The female assassin's pale cheeks turned a shocking red. Her small hand quickly trembled as if it had been stung by a scorpion, and then suddenly loosened.
Yang Fan let out a long sigh of relief. Because of the angle, his' spear 'was almost bent ninety degrees by the female assassin's slender hand. Fortunately, the quality of the' spear 'was very good, and as soon as she loosened her hand, it became perfectly straight. Yang Fan bowed, and said with some embarrassment, "I really don't have any evil intentions. I just wanted to cut off my clothes and wrap my wound, so it was inevitable …"
"Stop!" The female assassin lowered her eyes, and her face was flushed. She used a fierce tone to cover up her embarrassment, and quickly changed the topic, "Give me back my sword!"
"Uh, okay!"
Yang Fan moved sideways, rushed to the cabinet, and returned with the long sword.
With the sword in hand, the girl's expression became much more relaxed, as if with the sword in hand, she had the greatest guarantee of safety.
She let out a sigh, and the blush on her face gradually disappeared. She raised her eyes and looked at Yang Fan carefully, as if she had discovered something, and suddenly said, "You are … the little … little … that I met just now …"
Yang Fan said with a smile, "That's me."
The female assassin's eyes flashed a hint of suspicion, and asked, "Why did you save me?"
Yang Fan was stunned, and asked back, "Why? Saving people … Do I need a reason? "
The female assassin stared at him and said, "I'm dressed like this, and my shoulder is injured, you should be able to see that I'm not an ordinary person. You're a thief, aren't you afraid of getting yourself into trouble?"
The female assassin asked this, not because she was being unreasonable. The case she had committed was really not a small matter. A person might help a wounded person lying on the roadside, but to a person who had violated the law, would he dare to generously help? Moreover, the person who had helped her was a thief, and she didn't dare to stay here for a moment longer without asking Yang Fan for the reason why he had saved her.
Yang Fan seemed to hesitate for a moment, and didn't answer.
A faint killing intent appeared in the girl's eyes, and she said coldly, "Speak!"
Yang Fan coughed twice, and like an ordinary youth who had been forced to reveal his secrets, he said bashfully, "This is the Cultivation Workshop, under the big elm tree on the west side of our Cultivation Workshop's Cross East Main Street, there is a family with the surname Xiao, and the Xiao family has a son called Qian Yue …"
The female assassin listened with a blank face, and asked in surprise, "What does this have to do with my question?"
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