Chapter 13 Lightly open the red lips

That day, there was a big storm on the swallow lake, and the demons danced wildly in the big ghost fog, and the sun and the moon were not shining. Shen Wei, the Marquis of Anle, and a group of famous men shrank on a boat. The waves rose, and the swaying boat was like the rootless duckweed. How could they resist the ghost fog.

Fortunately, at this time, a fairy in white, with a magnificent spirit, fell from the sky, danced seven feet of cold light, and bloomed like a fragrance, dispersing the demons with a sword.

When the wind and waves are calm, the fairy flew down on the boat. At this moment, the moon is bright and the wind is clear on the shore of the swallow lake, and the lake is clear, reflecting the pearl-like reflection of the beautiful woman.

At this moment, everyone seems to wake up from a dream. Chad is relieved. Zhang Yunfu, the secretary who had been scolded by Anlehou before, thought that he was bound to die. He thought that he had been reading more than ten years of poetry, but because he came from a poor family, every person fell into the mountain when he took the exam, and because he had no improvised poetic talent, he had been known in Shilin. . He tried his best to abatame the Marquis Shen. He usually lowered his eyebrows and did everything that people couldn't do. Then hemou a well-known secretary. It was so hard that if he was not buried in the swallow lake tonight, he would eat this ghost fog, and his life's hard work wasted. Thinking of these, how could he not be heartfeltful? Now he is saved and doesn't have to die. Zhang Yun is ecstatic and cried with joy.

This is really a dull and honest scholar, but unfortunately, he was born with the decadent government and has never been given a place for him. One of his legs was broken just now. Qimiao walked to him, reached out and gently stroked his leg. Zhang Yun stroked his intuition with a warmth on his leg. The broken leg was no longer painful and slowly regained consciousness. At this moment, he smelled a strange fragrance on the fairy's body, and his heart was hot again.

"Thank you, fairy, for your help!" He was half lying on the ground, holding his fist high and tearing.

"Thank you, Fairy!"

"Fairy Dade!" For a moment, shouting and thanking came one after another.

Anlehou dragged his fat body to Qimiao. His face was swollen and he couldn't speak, so he tried his best to pouted. Everyone could guess this move without saying a word, but he wanted Qimiao to cure him.

Qi Miao smiled, took out an elixir from his sleeve, and fed it to the Marquis Shen. The guests looked at the latter and swallowed the elixir randomly. Maybe he choked and made a loud full partition.

The maid came over compactly and rubbed his chest and beat his back for the Marquis Shen. He actually seemed to have a foreign body blocked his throat and couldn't breathe. In the pain, he actually looked up and rolled his eyes. The Marquis Shen waved his hands randomly, and several little men were at a loss. Suddenly, he heard the Marquis Shen roared:

"Exerce, force, use more force to beat!"

With a roar, the whole ship was stunned. How could he speak? When everyone stared at it again, they saw that most of the slight swelling on Lord Shen's face had already disappeared, and the injury on his body seemed to be much better, and he got up from the ground.

He touched himself, looked at the bronze mirror, and found that although his clothes were still embarrassed, his face had subsided, and there were many injuries all over his body. He was overjoyed and couldn't help laughing, "Okay, all right, it's all right!"

Then he seemed to remember something, hurried to Qi Miao's side and bowed to say, "Thank you, fairy, for your help. Shen is very grateful!"

This is sincere, which shows from the bottom of his heart. Qi Miao stretched out his jade arm and lifted it up. Yan Yan said with a smile, "Thank you, Lord Shen does not need to be polite."

She took out another elixir and ordered someone to feed the unconscious Mao Taoist priest who crawled on the ground.

The poor Mao Taoist priest was left there. A group of people vaguely felt that tonight's disaster was always related to this man's display of spells, so no one had paid attention to him. After taking the medicine, his body trembled, and suddenly jumped straight up from the ground, ran to the side of the boat, pulled out the railing and bowed his head and vomited. He spit out black water, black water. With a stench, some singers quickly pinched their noses and said to their hearts, "Poor this great swallow lake has stained the black water spit out by this stinky Taoist priest."

He vomited for half a sound, and then he vomited all the water he had eaten. When he came back, Mao Taoist priest only felt that his stomach was dry, his four feet were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

He was so embarrassed that he couldn't help making everyone laugh. Marquis Shen also lost his face because of his anger, so he ordered him to enter the cabin.

At this moment, I saw Wang, a gentry, squeeze into the crowd, salute Qi Miao's long body, and thank him: "Thanks to the fairy's rescue tonight, so that all the others have to get rid of the great difficulties. I want to ask the fairy to move to my house and let me talk about the banquet as a banquet as a thank you."

Everyone suddenly woke up, and Li, a rich businessman, said first, "Please come to my house and let Li's family listen to the fairy's teachings."

Then everyone was talking for a while, scrambling to invite Qi Miao to his home.

Anlehou Shen Wei was furious and scolded in his heart, "Zhang Li's two old men are also so cunning that they dare to invite the fairy first under my eyes."

He couldn't help thinking that if he invited Qimiao to go home and live for ten days and a half months, not to mention whether he could ask for a few life-longing magic pills, it would be spread in the city, which would also be a beautiful talk and must have a lot of face.

It must be an idea. Marquis Shen turned his eyes and shouted, " Shut up!"

Everyone was stunned and saw that Lord Shen was looking around fiercely, especially Wang and Li. The two of them were stared by them, so they had to be submissive and retreated with a smile.

Soon after saying that, I saw that Lord Shen suddenly changed into a face full of spring breeze and a smiling face. Someone scolded in his heart, "This guy, turning over his face is simply faster than turning over a book!"

However, seeing the Marquis Shen's face with a welcoming face, he arched his hand and said to Qi Miao with a smile, "This fairy, I am the An Lehou in Guyong City. Shen Wei, the owner of this boat, if you want to invite the fairy to the banquet, you still have to come forward. Why don't you invite the fairy back to the Marquis's mansion of Guyong City with me to rest?"

Qi Miao Zhanyan smiled and said, "There is no need to have a banquet, but today's fight with this demon has lost some vitality. It really needs a pure place to rest and recuperation. Since Marquis Shen has added to this place and is so grandly boxing, I am disrespectful."

Everyone was disappointed and envious when they heard the words. In contrast, Lord Shen was overjoyed and felt that his back had been exhausted all night. Finally, he let himself wait until he was extremely happy. At this time, the Futai and the city guards had already heard the news and took a boat full of soldiers to rescue. He came to the ship full of torches, and watched it for a moment. Some city officials were panicked and inexplicably, and Marquis Shen and others scolded again: "These useless things, but waiting for them to save me, I will have been buried at the bottom of the lake!" However, after being saved tonight, Lord Shen grabbed the head of a city famous man and invited Qimiao to the Marquis's Mansion. He was so happy that he did not care about this group of officials. After someone explained the situation tonight, Marquis Shen shouted loudly: "Get off the boat and go back to the shore!"