"No!" Huang Zongxi refused firmly.

Feng Qingjun was stunned: "Why can't it be? You are not helping our Qing Dynasty, but you Emperor Yongli, and you are still helping your emperor's future concubine. There is no reason to refuse?"

"You don't understand even after saying that, because you are not a human, you are a dog!" Huang Zongxi cursed.

"I kill you!"

Feng Qingjun was scolded by Huang Zongxi with a "dog" on the left and a "dog" on the right, and his heart was so angry that he did not agree to help Dai Yilan do things, so he was useless to keep it, so he became murderous.

With a "clang", the long sword was unsheathed and the tip of the sword hit Huang Zongxi's throat.

Huang Zongxi smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and died calmly.

Feng Qingjun's long sword shook a few times, but finally he still couldn't make a move.

He was a little angry, confused, and admired Huang Zongxi.

"A person lives for a lifetime, and plants are in autumn. Isn't it just for food, drink and fun? Why are you so desperate? It's all over after death. Do you think it through?" Feng Qingjun said.

"Mother-in-law, it's not a good idea at all. Get started quickly! Why are you procrastinating?" Huang Zongxi looked impatient.

"Okay, Lao Huang, I really admire you. There are so many people who die under my sword. You are the first one who is not afraid of death. I like to see others beg for mercy under my sword. If you ask him to call him dad, call him dad, call him grandpa, be a shame, and then kill him with one sword. Don't mention how happy it is. People like you are really boring." Feng Qingjun finally did not kill Huang Zongxi, took back his sword, shook his head and said.

Huang Zongxi understood that Feng Qingjun's source of happiness is the pain of others. The more painful others are, the happier he is.

This is a psychological distortion, not a normal person.

"Forget it, no matter whether you agree or not, I'll send you to the girl. If you don't help her train, it's not too late to kill you." After Feng Qingjun said that, he pointed Huang Zongxi's mute hole, carried him on his shoulders, and ran away while the night was shining.

Huang Zongxi couldn't speak, but his mind and eyes were not idle for a moment. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, wanting to see what characteristics the place where he lives.

But after first coming out of the house with the candles, my eyes could not see clearly, and I could only see that there was only one room in the southeast corner of a large garden.

Without time to look at anything else, Feng Qingjun and a few jumped out of the garden.

From the conversation between Feng Qingjun and the Green-Clothed Beauty, we can draw a conclusion that this place should be a foothold for the Tartars. The owner should be from Guangzhou and has not been operating for a short time. Although the identity is not clear, it is either an official or a rich man, and it is not an ordinary family.

There is a single house in the southeast corner, a beautiful woman in green clothes. There are only a few clues to find the spies of the Tartars in the huge Guangzhou, which is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack.

The only person who can remember his appearance is the beautiful man in green. He spoke in Feng Qingjun's tone. She should be the concubine or maid of the owner of the family.

This clue is basically equal to nothing. You can't check the other woman's family from door to door, right? Unless one day in the future, you can meet her. How could that happen? Huang Zongxi closed his eyes helplessly as he heard the whistle in his ears.

...

Feng Qingjun was very careful in his behavior. He bought a horse-drawn car and put Huang Zongxi in the carriage. In order to prevent Huang Zongxi from warning, he still pointed his mute acupoints and only untied them after staying up.

Huang Zongxi did not intend to warn him, because the reason was very simple. With Feng Qingjun's skills, he warned him, and he could only kill many people and could not trap him. Therefore, except for eating and sleeping, he did not talk to Feng Qingjun at all. Whenever Feng Qingjun teased him, he ignored him and just closed his eyes to rest.

Therefore, when we left Guangzhou and headed west, the two of us were peaceful.

Feng Qingjun is a woman who is happy and cannot live without women all day long. Every night, after he sent Huang Zongxi to have dinner, he would lit his acupoints, which made him unable to move. He took him either to a brothel or a kiln, but he knew the right way and did not dare to act in front of Huang Zongxi, because he was afraid that he would bit his tongue and commit suicide.

Although Huang Zongxi looked down on him very much when he saw that he was acting like this, he was helpless. Whether it was a prostitute or a kiln sister, he was looking for money, and Feng Qingjun looked for fun. He was willing and had a legal transaction. What could he do if he couldn't stand it?

As the evening approached, the two of them came to Wuzhou City, leaving Guangdong and entering the ground of Guangxi.

Feng Qingjun found a small inn to stay in.

This inn is located in the south of the city and is located in a remote location, with only four rooms. The couple runs the inn. There is no employed, and there are only three rooms. The other couple lives in it.

The boss is very honest and responsible for reception, but his wife is very beautiful and only cooks and cooks water for customers under the kitchen.

Feng Qingjun's eyes were striking towards the woman, and the boss's pretty figure flashed at the kitchen door, and he looked at him.

Feng Qingjun's eyes rolled, took out a silver ingot from his waist and threw it on the counter, and said to the boss: "I have included all three guest rooms, one for my friends, and the other two myself. In addition, I have a good wine and meal service, and I am not afraid of spending money."

"Customer, can you live in two rooms alone? Spend less money, just stay in one room, and make one room even if there are any customers coming, you can also let them live there." The boss said.

"Stop talking nonsense! I can live as much as I like. Other people's money is money, but my money is not money?" Feng Qingjun slapped the counter with a "slap", glared at the ball and cursed.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's so small that I'm too verbal. I'm kind-hearted too..." The boss was startled and quickly spoke softly.

During the meal, the boss’s wife came in to deliver a meal. After the meal was finished, the boss’s wife came to pack up the cups and plates again.

"Old Huang, after dinner today, you can sleep well. We won't go out." Feng Qingjun looked at the boss's figure walking, his eyes shining, and turned his face to say to Huang Zongxi.

"Has the dog changed to eat shit?" Huang Zongxi did not notice Feng Qingjun's expression, thinking that he would not go to have fun today.

"Old Huang, who do you think you are? You didn't speak for a long time, and you choked to death with just saying something. What kind of shit is it? Is it good to have just eaten?" Feng Qingjun said angrily.

Huang Zongxi ignored it.

"Hehe, Lao Huang, don't you see that little girl? She looks so beautiful. Tonight, she will be hers." Feng Qingjun smiled treacherously.

"Dog thief! I don't care if you go to Huajie and Liuxiang to have fun, and I won't let you harm your good family!" Huang Zongxi's eyes widened when he heard this, and his beard was so angry that his beard was raised.

"Wow? Are you angry? You can't stand it? Yes, that's it. I love to see others' angry. The more you get angry, the happier you are. Old Huang, let me tell you a few more words." Feng Qingjun was scolded and was happy without anger. Finally, Huang Zongxi, who had been unhurried and angry, became angry. He felt very happy.

"Dog thief! If you have a husband, don't do things that are harmful to the world!"
Chapter completed!