Qian Weizhen, who is in prison, does not know that the millennial religion has become a dead end. Mobile phone access M. What he planned for Qian Gui was a dead end, and his beloved daughter was about to usher in the second escape from Dali.

The night of the first day gradually deepened, Qian Gui closed the door tightly, and stood in the courtyard to once again dot the things piled up on the ground, accompanied by the few lanterns swaying in the wind under the corridor, revealing a cold and sharp expression.

The iron horse is strong, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, Qian Gui will embark on the road of escape again tonight.

Today, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, I thought that I had no relatives here, and Qian Gui was concerned about his father and brother in prison, so he had a little joy on his face. She lay down with her clothes closed, listening boredly to the shrill sound of firecrackers outside.

The front hall was full of guests, and there was an endless stream of people who came to pay New Year's greetings. It was originally the local people's simple customs, and it was very common for neighbors to walk through the streets and alleys, and from time to time people came to Li's Mansion to visit the door, which was even more festive, and it caused Qian Gui to be worried.

Thinking that I want to live here for a while, I always have to follow the local customs. Qian Gui ordered someone to bring a message to the old housekeeper, don't snub the villagers, if there are children here, scatter some silver money to add to the year. The other people brought some dim sum and cakes, and also went to the neighbors' houses around them, so as not to seem that their house was different from others.

The old butler promised to take care of it, and he didn't have to come forward in everything. Seeing that the sun was still good, Qian Gui led the snow to relieve his mood, and took his two maidservants to hide in the small garden behind to enjoy flowers and tea.

Towards noon, the sun is bright and warm, and the large white clouds are light and lofty.

Dali is always like spring all year round, and there is no winter wind, frost and sword, which makes Qian Gui feel relaxed and comfortable. Looking at the sky high and the clouds light, as well as a tree and a pair of blooming camellias, Qian Gui's sorrow only improved slightly.

Tsing Yi spread a thick felt under the tree, placed a few plates of fruits, made a pot of flower and fruit tea, and served a cup for her.

Qian Gui sat cross-legged, picked up a cup of tea with the aroma of jasmine, and stepped on the snow at her feet, temporarily putting aside the worries in her heart, and also stealing a little leisurely for half a day.

After putting aside the teacup, Qian Gui took out the dried meat from the bag to feed the snow, and combed the snow-white hair for it.

But I saw that on the cobblestone path, there was a mother-in-law in a hurry, from the front hall Tete came to report, outside came a gentleman who claimed to be surnamed Mo and his wife came to visit, saying that it was an old acquaintance of the master's family, and asked the girl to take the time to meet him.

The mother-in-law presented the greeting post of the two, and when Qian Gui opened it to see, her face couldn't help but smile. She held the hand of the post a little sad, but also a little hopeful, shook her skirt and prepared to get up, and told her mother-in-law to quickly invite people into the flower hall.

Walking on the snow lazily, he still affectionately licked the back of Qian Gui's hand with his tongue, and then continued to lie lazily in the sun. Qian Gui instructed Tsing Yi to accompany it here to bask in the sun, go back to the room to re-trim her makeup, and take Biwu over to meet the guests.

Qian Gui suppressed the groaning in her heart, and ordered Biwu to stay at the door of the flower hall and not put anyone in.

She walked into the flower hall alone, and at a glance saw a man and a woman sitting on the Taishi chair. Although it is difficult to distinguish the side face, Qian Gui knows that it is a pair of unfamiliar faces, and the smile on his face is condensed, and it is hung into a thick frost flower in his heart.

It's not some so-called old knowledge, and it's not someone who I've been looking forward to all night. Qian Gui looked at the familiar marks in the post on his hand again, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

Seeing Qian Gui come in, the two hurriedly got up. The man was about thirty years old, wearing a yellow jacket robe, looking at his eyebrows and looking at Zhou Zheng, he saluted Qian Gui, and said: "Qian girl", and then pointed to the woman in a goose yellow jacket, and politely introduced: "This is a clumsy jing, just pretending to be an old man, about disappointing the girl, our husband and wife are actually Jiang Gong Xishan's subordinates." ”

What they were holding was a post with a secret trace of Qian Weizhen, which made Qian Gui see hope in an instant. Qian Gui only hoped that his father had made other arrangements here, so he took three steps and made two steps to come and talk to them.

Most of the dark lines buried by his father in the past, Qian Gui knew most of them, so when he saw the couple, a sense of disappointment arose. Hearing the man mention Jiang Xishan's name again, Qian Gui couldn't hide his annoyance, and frowned slightly.

Su Guangfu pretended to have the surname Jiang in Yunnan, claiming to have Jiang Ziya's longitudinal talent to assist the Ming Lord. He named himself Xishan, and through his kindness on the surface, he attracted a part of the congregation, but secretly he was doing drug smuggling and selling, and he was crazy about collecting money for the Su family.

Since Qian Gui settled in Dali, there have always been three or four times when people from the Millennium Sect have come to get in touch with Qian Gui, but Qian Gui has been sent away from afar on the grounds that he has nothing to do with them.

The two people who came today are Jiang Xishan's subordinates, and they are still changing the soup and not the medicine, and like those who harassed them in the past, they will continue to fight the idea of money in their hands.

Qian Zhuo was expressionless, and only made a gesture of invitation coldly, motioning for the two to sit down. He walked to the chaise longue and sat down, and gave a faint order to the outside for tea.

The two of them sat down, the man spoke politely, and although the woman looked good, she couldn't get on the stage. A pair of eyes were rolling around, obviously full of calculations.

Tsing Yi had already heard the impatience in Qian Guigui's mouth, and only brought two cups of green tea with a few green leaves floating in to entertain the guests, and stood quietly behind Qian Qinggui. Qian Gui didn't bother to be perfunctory, and asked directly: "May I ask where did you get this post from?"

The man surnamed Mo looked at his attitude and was submissive, but his words revealed a little unruly, and he replied: "The sect tried to get in touch with the girl several times, but the girl ignored it, and we had no choice but to alarm the sect leader." This post was sent by the sect leader from all over the world, along with a letter written by Ling Zun to the girl, and he ordered it to be forwarded in the next place. After reading the letter, the girl understood the intention of our husband and wife. ”

took out a jade white envelope from his sleeve, but he didn't seal it, and directly wanted to hand it to Qian Gui. Bi Wu stepped forward to stop it, took the tray and took the letter from the man surnamed Mo, and then handed it to Qian Gui.

Qian Gui gently picked up the envelope, took out the letterhead with the pattern of Ben Gu Zhirong, and recognized that it was Qian Weizhen's daily habitual things, and he was sad.

Then his hands trembled slightly and opened the letter, the handwriting was a familiar thin gold body, and it was indeed Qian Weizhen's handwriting, but it was signed by Qian Weizhen and Su Guangfu, and it was also stamped with the private seals of the two people, which looked extremely solemn.

After Qian Gui read it carefully, there was a burst of Venus swaying in front of him. She took two steps back and sat down on the rosewood couch above, struggling to maintain the smile on her face, but her eyes were clearly filled with tears.

Qian Weizhen, who is in prison, does not know that the millennial religion has become a dead end. Mobile phone access M. What he planned for Qian Gui was a dead end, and his beloved daughter was about to usher in the second escape from Dali.

The night of the first day gradually deepened, Qian Gui closed the door tightly, and stood in the courtyard to once again dot the things piled up on the ground, accompanied by the few lanterns swaying in the wind under the corridor, revealing a cold and sharp expression.

The iron horse is strong, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, Qian Gui will embark on the road of escape again tonight.

Today, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, I thought that I had no relatives here, and Qian Gui was concerned about his father and brother in prison, so he had a little joy on his face. She lay down with her clothes closed, listening boredly to the shrill sound of firecrackers outside.

The front hall was full of guests, and there was an endless stream of people who came to pay New Year's greetings. It was originally the local people's simple customs, and it was very common for neighbors to walk through the streets and alleys, and from time to time people came to Li's Mansion to visit the door, which was even more festive, and it caused Qian Gui to be worried.

Thinking that I want to live here for a while, I always have to follow the local customs. Qian Gui ordered someone to bring a message to the old housekeeper, don't snub the villagers, if there are children here, scatter some silver money to add to the year. The other people brought some dim sum and cakes, and also went to the neighbors' houses around them, so as not to seem that their house was different from others.

The old butler promised to take care of it, and he didn't have to come forward in everything. Seeing that the sun was still good, Qian Gui led the snow to relieve his mood, and took his two maidservants to hide in the small garden behind to enjoy flowers and tea.

Towards noon, the sun is bright and warm, and the large white clouds are light and lofty.

Dali is always like spring all year round, and there is no winter wind, frost and sword, which makes Qian Gui feel relaxed and comfortable. Looking at the sky high and the clouds light, as well as a tree and a pair of blooming camellias, Qian Gui's sorrow only improved slightly.

Tsing Yi spread a thick felt under the tree, placed a few plates of fruits, made a pot of flower and fruit tea, and served a cup for her.

Qian Gui sat cross-legged, picked up a cup of tea with the aroma of jasmine, and stepped on the snow at her feet, temporarily putting aside the worries in her heart, and also stealing a little leisurely for half a day.

After putting aside the teacup, Qian Gui took out the dried meat from the bag to feed the snow, and combed the snow-white hair for it.

But I saw that on the cobblestone path, there was a mother-in-law in a hurry, from the front hall Tete came to report, outside came a gentleman who claimed to be surnamed Mo and his wife came to visit, saying that it was an old acquaintance of the master's family, and asked the girl to take the time to meet him.

The mother-in-law presented the greeting post of the two, and when Qian Gui opened it to see, her face couldn't help but smile. She held the hand of the post a little sad, but also a little hopeful, shook her skirt and prepared to get up, and told her mother-in-law to quickly invite people into the flower hall.

Walking on the snow lazily, he still affectionately licked the back of Qian Gui's hand with his tongue, and then continued to lie lazily in the sun. Qian Gui instructed Tsing Yi to accompany it here to bask in the sun, go back to the room to re-trim her makeup, and take Biwu over to meet the guests.

Qian Gui suppressed the groaning in her heart, and ordered Biwu to stay at the door of the flower hall and not put anyone in.

She walked into the flower hall alone, and at a glance saw a man and a woman sitting on the Taishi chair. Although it is difficult to distinguish the side face, Qian Gui knows that it is a pair of unfamiliar faces, and the smile on his face is condensed, and it is hung into a thick frost flower in his heart.

It's not some so-called old knowledge, and it's not someone who I've been looking forward to all night. Qian Gui looked at the familiar marks in the post on his hand again, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

Seeing Qian Gui come in, the two hurriedly got up. The man was about thirty years old, wearing a yellow jacket robe, looking at his eyebrows and looking at Zhou Zheng, he saluted Qian Gui, and said: "Qian girl", and then pointed to the woman in a goose yellow jacket, and politely introduced: "This is a clumsy jing, just pretending to be an old man, about disappointing the girl, our husband and wife are actually Jiang Gong Xishan's subordinates." ”

What they were holding was a post with a secret trace of Qian Weizhen, which made Qian Gui see hope in an instant. Qian Gui only hoped that his father had made other arrangements here, so he took three steps and made two steps to come and talk to them.

Most of the dark lines buried by his father in the past, Qian Gui knew most of them, so when he saw the couple, a sense of disappointment arose. Hearing the man mention Jiang Xishan's name again, Qian Gui couldn't hide his annoyance, and frowned slightly.

Su Guangfu pretended to have the surname Jiang in Yunnan, claiming to have Jiang Ziya's longitudinal talent to assist the Ming Lord. He named himself Xishan, and through his kindness on the surface, he attracted a part of the congregation, but secretly he was doing drug smuggling and selling, and he was crazy about collecting money for the Su family.

Since Qian Gui settled in Dali, there have always been three or four times when people from the Millennium Sect have come to get in touch with Qian Gui, but Qian Gui has been sent away from afar on the grounds that he has nothing to do with them.

The two people who came today are Jiang Xishan's subordinates, and they are still changing the soup and not the medicine, and like those who harassed them in the past, they will continue to fight the idea of money in their hands.

Qian Zhuo was expressionless, and only made a gesture of invitation coldly, motioning for the two to sit down. He walked to the chaise longue and sat down, and gave a faint order to the outside for tea.

The two of them sat down, the man spoke politely, and although the woman looked good, she couldn't get on the stage. A pair of eyes were rolling around, obviously full of calculations.

Tsing Yi had already heard the impatience in Qian Guigui's mouth, and only brought two cups of green tea with a few green leaves floating in to entertain the guests, and stood quietly behind Qian Qinggui. Qian Gui didn't bother to be perfunctory, and asked directly: "May I ask where did you get this post from?"

The man surnamed Mo looked at his attitude and was submissive, but his words revealed a little unruly, and he replied: "The sect tried to get in touch with the girl several times, but the girl ignored it, and we had no choice but to alarm the sect leader." This post was sent by the sect leader from all over the world, along with a letter written by Ling Zun to the girl, and he ordered it to be forwarded in the next place. After reading the letter, the girl understood the intention of our husband and wife. ”

took out a jade white envelope from his sleeve, but he didn't seal it, and directly wanted to hand it to Qian Gui. Bi Wu stepped forward to stop it, took the tray and took the letter from the man surnamed Mo, and then handed it to Qian Gui.

Qian Gui gently picked up the envelope, took out the letterhead with the pattern of Ben Gu Zhirong, and recognized that it was Qian Weizhen's daily habitual things, and he was sad.

Then his hands trembled slightly and opened the letter, the handwriting was a familiar thin gold body, and it was indeed Qian Weizhen's handwriting, but it was signed by Qian Weizhen and Su Guangfu, and it was also stamped with the private seals of the two people, which looked extremely solemn.

After Qian Gui read it carefully, there was a burst of Venus swaying in front of him. She took two steps back and sat down on the rosewood couch above, struggling to maintain the smile on her face, but her eyes were clearly filled with tears.