"No. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Ah Lie responded, his lowered gaze finally turned to Mo Buli's body, and his dark eyes were as dark as night: "Do you want to move?"

Mo Buli raised his eyes to look at him and smiled: "I will only say 'yes' when you are next, and it turns out that you will also say the side, which is really gratifying." ”

It seemed that Ah Lie was finally willing to say a few more words, which made him very happy, and his smile had the dazzling beauty of the meteor flying away: "I knew about the three scrolls too late, otherwise I would have arrived early, and I would not have harmed the innocent." The He family shouldn't have been killed, and they were unlucky. He said casually, and picked up the copper skewer on the ground again: "Even if you only keep one scroll, you need to be buried with your family, let alone three rolls?"

"Yes. I will take the opportunity to give advice to the Lord. Ah Lie's voice was solemn, at this time he didn't look like a martial artist, but he had a bit of wisdom.

"There's no hurry. Mo Buli stretched out his hand, picked up a black cloth towel from the shabby table next to him, and wiped the top of the copper skewer, which was blackened by fire, "When to move in the palace, when to do it again, string the thread tightly first." Speaking of this, he paused and changed the subject: "Also, that thing, are you sure that Qin Shizhang is not hiding in the official office and at home?"

"I'm sure. Ah Lie's voice was solemn, "I have infiltrated and searched carefully three times, but I have not found either of these places. ”

Mo Buli wiped the copper skewer with a focused expression, and after a while, Fang exhaled: "Trouble!" He stared fixedly at the stubborn black mark on the top of the copper skewer, and he didn't know whether he was lamented that this black mark was difficult to erase, or he was entangled in the fact that it was difficult to find what Ah Lie said.

"None of us know how to do it, even if Ah Yan enters the Qin family and has to enter the study, it will still not be searchable. As if he couldn't comprehend his emotions at all, Ah Lie continued.

Mo Buli sighed abruptly, put the copper stick on the ground with his copper skewer facing down, his sharp chin against the back of his hand, and frowned: "That's why I said trouble." Gao Ling is a rare candidate, but it's a pity that it's scrapped. After a pause, he said unhurriedly: "It's all to blame on Xue Erlang." ”

This last sentence seemed like some complaint, and it was like a joke, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.

"This matter will take time, Ah Yan still advanced the Qin family. After a long time, Mo Buli finally said, it seems that he didn't pay much attention to the Qin family's things, "Even if you can't find anything, as soon as Ah Yan goes, the Qin family's last hope will be broken, and it is only right to concentrate on earning money for me in the future." Speaking of this, his tone was still a little melancholy: "After raising fat sheep for so many years, I am a little reluctant to kill them." ”

Ah Lie lowered his eyes and looked at his feet, and said calmly: "They bumped into it themselves, and it's a pity to abandon it." ”

Mo Buli glanced at him, and then stared at the carbon fire: "The Xiao family is too weak, but the Qin family is just right...... Providence ......" he sighed, stunned.

Silence enveloped the humble room again, and after a while, the cold voice rang out again: "That person...... How long do you think we'll be able to use it?"

The topic turned abruptly, but Ah Lie's eyebrows did not change at all, as if he knew very well who the person he was talking about was.

After being silent for a while, he bowed down and said, "In my opinion, this person is difficult to use both long and great. He prides himself on being loyal and resolute, but the handle we got is a bit of a chicken, let him do some small things, as for the big things, ......"

He stopped talking.

Mo Buli laughed "hehe", held the copper skewer in his hand and played with it carelessly, the faint light of the fire shone on the copper skewer, and occasionally flashed a light, just like the light occasionally crossed in his cold eyes: "Loyalty? Fortitude?" He hooked the corners of his lips as if he was amused, his eyes were as cold as iron, but his voice was as light as the wind: "I think it's stupid." ”

Ah Lie bowed and said softly, "That's true." Because there is no great talent, it can only be flaunted with loyalty and filial piety. However, this type of person is the most difficult to use, but you need to be careful. At this moment, he calmly commented on others, and looked more strategic.

Mo Buli's long eyebrows gathered in the center, and then smoothed it out, and said with a "tsk": "In this case, you hand him a letter and ask him to help the Qin family, and in addition, when the He family incident, ask him to push it again." Of course, the latter message needs to be passed on after the incident. He thought sideways for a moment, made sure that nothing was missing, and then concluded: "That's it." ”

Alie bowed.

Mo Buli was silent for a while, and then Fang turned his head to look at him and asked, "Is it true that the news of going to work next month?"

"Definitely. Ah Lie replied briefly.

This answer seemed to be quite satisfactory to Mo Buli, he nodded, and once again fixed his gaze on the carbon fire in the furnace, and after a long time, his cold and lubricated voice sounded in the room again: "Have you reminded the lord about the Fu Jie?"

Ah Lie bowed his head and said: "I have made a plan, and the lord has made arrangements, so there is no mistake." ”

"Very good. Mo Buli smiled at the carbon fire, casually put the copper skewer and cloth towel aside, got up and walked to the long table next to him.

On the case was a vermilion-colored piano. The body of the piano is like blood jade, and there is a demon in the clarity, and the ice strings are like snow, and the goose's feet are like ink. The red, white and black colors blend and contradict, and there is an indescribable harmony with this person.

He leaned over slightly, pressed his hands on the strings, and suddenly lowered his left hand and raised his right hand, and the thick fingers of the bones were like wearing flowers and butterflies, so flexible that people couldn't believe it, and they danced in the air like this.

Fingers dance and the strings are quiet, the wind moves and the curtain flies.

The fluttering ten fingers did not touch a string, and everything should have been attributed to Cen Lonely. However, his movements are so fierce and arrogant. Just look at its shape, there seem to be a thousand strings in the ear, ten thousand sounds in unison, in an instant there is the sound of Jin Ge like a crack silk broken jade, and it seems that the night in the room is plucked by the "boom", and the ten directions of heaven and earth shake more than once.

Ah Lie looked at him in a daze, as desolate as snow, and instantly covered his eyes.

"Let's go. Mo Buli closed his eyes slightly, and stroked the strings in the void, as if immersed in this silent music, and his cold voice was abrupt and distant.

He bowed, took a few steps back, and turned and stepped out of the door.

Outside the door of the house is a section of the corridor, and the vermilion paint on the pillars has peeled off, leaving only a few pieces of vermilion.

There is no light under the porch, and the courtyard is only starlight, dim and sparse.

The strong winds of the winter night that crisscrossed the northern land seemed to have lost its way to this small courtyard, there were no winds, no lanterns, no trees and flowers, and there was not even dust in the clean courtyard. The gale had lost its purpose here, and there was nothing to be done but the occasional lifting of the austere curtain, and it could only let out a low whistling in vain. (To be continued.) )