Chapter 73

Mutzee was lying on the couch with the green leaves of the little peach tree on top of her head.

It's late autumn now, but it's not cold in the courtyard. On the contrary, it's getting warmer and warmer, contrary to the bleak autumn wind outside. This is because Qin Chongjin set up a gas gathering array in the courtyard. The whole courtyard is yin-yang balanced and the temperature is suitable. It is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Since he went to Yongdi a month ago, he came back more and more lazy. Qin Chongjin is right. Although the previous house made him energetic, it seems that the quality of his soul and body has been enhanced a lot. But in the same way, he felt that when he walked there and stayed there, he felt more energetic, not more comfortable and calm than here.

He lay on his back on the bed of the imperial concubine and was looking at the blue sky. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Qin Chongjin coming towards him.

The man's eyes are closed, and the bright red sword pattern on the brow is very conspicuous. The buttons of the household clothes are neatly buttoned to the chin. Even in his own yard, this man is very strict, covering his head to toe, and has no chance to expose his body.

Unlike the red dress on Mu Tsai's body, it has wide sleeves, unbuttoned front and light texture. As soon as he lifted his hand, his wide sleeve fell down, revealing his snow-white arm. If the belt is slightly loose, the front will collapse a little, showing the exquisite clavicle. As soon as he walked around, his clothes would shake, revealing his thin ankles.

The two people's dress styles and concepts are quite different, but each other has not said in this respect, the other half points. To some extent, they still have a good understanding.

Seeing Qin Chongjin coming, Mu Tsai immediately got up and sat up from the imperial concubine's couch. Since this period of time, Qin Chongjin has sometimes brought him news of Zhang Rong's fortune. He doesn't care how a homestead man who lives far away in Beijing knows the news of the other party's home in such detail. He is willing to listen.

According to Qin Chongjin, Zhang Rongfa had just divorced his ex-wife for a week before he married his mistress. Unlike his hardworking ex-wife, this mistress is not a fuel-efficient lamp at all.

With tears and consideration as weapons, the little wife tried her best to blow the pillow wind to Zhang Rongfa and trip up Zhang's mother by virtue of her pregnancy of six or seven months. Zhang's mother is a rough and tough woman. She can't excuse her wife after being framed by the other party for many times. When she gets angry, she will only scold all kinds of ugly things.

Zhang Rongfa had only served his mother for a day before he married his little wife. He could not stand it. Naturally, he knew how bad his temper was. On the one hand, she was a poor little wife who was pregnant with a son. On the other hand, she was an old woman with a swollen stomach and black spots all over her body. Zhang Rongfa immediately sent his mother to live in a small bungalow in the backyard, while he and his little wife enjoyed the big house.

Before that, he only heard the story of the dog biting the dog from time to time: "the house is flying, the relationship between mother and son is broken", and he feels that it is very unpleasant. Now that Qin Chongjin has just walked in from the gate of the hospital, he quickly looks at it and expects the other party to give him a sequel.

The beauty in red sitting on the imperial concubine's bed is as bright as the morning star in the sky. She looks at herself in a wrong way. Her red lips are slightly pursed, and her gorgeous eyebrows are full of expectation and joy. This pair of radiant appearance is really beautiful and gorgeous. It is called Qin Chongjin, and his steady and even pace is disordered.

Although I know that what Caicai really expects is not himself, but the news that he can bring. But after seeing the other side's face showing such a look, Mr. Qin, an emotional tool man, quickened his pace and sat down beside Mu Tze.

There is no way, and who can refuse to look at their own collection like this.

Qin Chongjin consciously broadcast the news: "mother Zhang is dead, Zhang Rongfa is critically ill and has entered the intensive care unit."

This news is a little sudden, let the last moment is still immersed in family ethics, the villain has their own villain grinding, the script of Mu Tze was surprised. "What's going on?" he said quickly

While speaking, Mu Tsai involuntarily held Qin Chongjin's arm on the couch and tried to urge him in this way.

Each other's arms are hard to pinch, and they can feel their muscles. They are not as thin as they look when they are hidden in their clothes.

However, if the other side is really a weak Celestial Master, how can he hold him for such a long time without panting. He had a serious illness when he was a child. He was weak, and it was difficult to have such muscles. He could not help pinching the left and right with envy. He did not notice that the person holding his arm was stiff.

Soon, a slender and powerful hand reached over and held down the chaotic hand of muzzy. The hand was very big, so it easily covered muzzy's hand, and clasped his fingers to pull back the other party's thoughts.

Qin Chongjin said in a low voice: "since Zhang's mother moved to a small house, she has been swearing at her son and daughter-in-law all day long. Zhang Rongfa was not willing to continue to donate money to do good deeds. Seeing that Zhang's mother's stomach had disappeared a lot, he immediately stopped charity when he swore so indignantly

He didn't finish, but Mozart knew the consequences. Zhang's mother had not completely eliminated the ghost in her stomach, and was in a huge ghost raising array. Naturally, she relapsed and died on the spot.However, Mu Tze still did not understand how Zhang Rongfa was terminally ill. If the other party is haunted by the imp, he should know the remedy, and is unlikely to let himself fall into this field. Is he really sick?

Qin Chongjin seemed to know what Mu Tsai was thinking, and said directly, "do you remember when we went there before, Zhang Rongfa was wiping sweat all the time?"

Muzzy nodded. Of course, he had the impression that when they were squatting in Mrs. Zhang's room, each other was sweating and smelling so strong that he could not help burying his face into Qin Chongjin's shoulder.

Qin Chongjin continued: "he was sweating a lot at that time, which was far more than that of normal people. That is to say, his body has long since collapsed because of his excessive Yin Qi. However, he did not know about it and cut off the only charity that could save him, thus accelerating his own death. "

When he heard this, he was very satisfied with the result.

Some may say that his ideas are naive and naive. However, Mu Tze still insists on his own view that those who have done evil deeds will be punished sooner or later because of their evil deeds. And what he is hearing now is such a living example.

When he was satisfied, the look on his face was relaxed.

Looking at each other, Qin Chongjin breathed a sigh of relief and fell back on the imperial concubine's couch. His face became lazy again, just like a cat in the sun. His heart is a little itchy, can't help but ask: "I have provided you with so much information, what reward can Caicai give me?"

Mozart is a little strange.

When he wanted Qin Chongjin to help the emaciated woman, he offered a request that he could accept. As a result, Qin Chongjin only lightly asked to hold himself, which was tantamount to giving him a favor in vain. I didn't expect that now the other side learned to be excellent, and they began to ask for conditions to provide information.

However, when Mu Tsai thought about it, Qin Chongjin was a profit pursuer in his previous life, which was rare like the last time. What's more, he really troubled the other party a lot this time, and Qin Chongjin should have asked for it.

Musza thought of this and agreed very happily, "OK. What kind of reward do you want? "

Qin Chongjin did not pause: "I want you to touch my hair."

Last time in Zhang Rongfa's house, when he picked up muzzy, the other party's fingers gently swept over the back of his head. Even though it has been a month, the tremor like electricity is still hot. Qin Chongjin has a fresh memory and is eager to feel it again from the bottom of my heart.

He met muzzy's startled eyes, and his voice dropped, as if with a little grievance: "is it OK?"

There was an idea in his mind. He suddenly felt that Qin Chongjin at the moment was very similar to xiaotaoshu, but the other party didn't have big round eyes to sell cute, but mu Tze felt that he couldn't refuse.

Although the requirements of the other party are somewhat strange, it is still very simple to achieve. Mozart himself is not difficult to speak, he immediately tentatively stretched out his hand, gently touched the other side's head.

Qin Chongjin bowed his head obediently at the moment that Mu Tsai's finger touched his hair top, so that the other party could better touch his head. As he watched him, he felt more and more as if he was stroking a large, docile dog. He never refused or even looked forward to his master's touch.

With this slightly weird feeling, he touched two hands.

The cold fingers shuttle between the dark and thick hair, and the soft belly of fingers occasionally gently touches Qin Chongjin's head, which makes his body stir up a new round of shaking.

However, all these were restrained by Qin Chongjin's best efforts.

He didn't want to let Mozart realize that, because it sounded like a pervert.

The hair under the hand is not very soft. It's hairy to feel, and the hair tip is scraping in the palm. It's a strange cool feeling. Even though the palm of his hand was a little hot, he still didn't want to stop.

One of them was very happy, the other was overwhelmed, and the atmosphere reached a delicate balance. But this balance was soon broken by the assistant who came by.

The assistant bowed slightly to make sure that he could not see the face that might freeze people to death. He said, "Sir, Mr. Han, you are invited to visit his residence tomorrow. It is said that a new batch of relics from the Daliang Dynasty have arrived. What do you think, sir? "

Muzzy was very grateful to the assistant who showed up in time. Although Qin Chongjin's hair is very cool, but the slightly sour arm is still some can not afford to hurt. As soon as the other party appeared, he finally had a reasonable excuse to persuade Qin Chongjin, and at the same time, he convinced himself to put down his arm and rest.

Qin Chongjin has no expression. Although he was very dissatisfied in his heart, his assistant was really serious. Han Dan arranged for him. After Qin Chongjin found that the truth of his previous life could not be found out from historical data alone, he began to turn his head and start from the Royal relics of the Daliang Dynasty.

Hearing Han Tan's name, Mu Tsai lay back on the imperial concubine's couch in a lack of interest. But Qin Chongjin turned to him and asked, "Caicai, do you want to go with me? I always feel something strange about you, so I asked someone to help me collect some cultural relics and try to find some clues. You can also see if you are familiar with themIf it is in normal times, muzzy will never go, after all, he hates Han Dan. But as Qin Chongjin said, he recently discovered that the memories he received from his original body may not be the whole truth. In order to make the plot better, it is natural to seek various clues. At this time, Han Dan is nothing in front of the dedicated Mu Tze.

He agreed without hesitation: "OK, I'll go with you. But I have a premise. "

Without waiting to be asked, he said, "you should be very clear that I don't like your friend. I won't give him a good look when I'm over. You've got to figure it out

Qin Chongjin suddenly laughed. He was born with a high nose and thin lips, and his eyebrows were straight. He was a cold look in itself. This smile, although can not see Qin Chongjin's eyes, but his face is like snow melting, lips hook a gentle arc: "good, listen to you."

The assistant should leave at the right time, so as not to stand by and look too bright.

Mu Tsai saw that there was nothing wrong, and was about to close his eyes for a while, when he saw the man beside him like a big dog: "Caicai, do you still touch my hair?"

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