As soon as the words fell, Murong Chong turned around and walked to the carriage, and before getting into the car, he seemed to say something to the old servant who lifted the curtain for him, and the old servant nodded again and again, and then trotted in front of the stunned Wanzhang. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Girl, this is what we are guarding for you."

As he watched the coachman drive the carriage around him, he came back to his senses in a daze, and with a sigh, he noticed when he had stood an old servant, who was talking to her with a bag of things and smiling.

"There are twenty taels of gold in it, please put it away."

Under the mission of the gods, the ghost of Wanzhang did not care about the uselessness, and even accepted this bag of "ill-gotten gains".

However, the old servant didn't seem to be leaving, and his expression suddenly became serious, and he frowned and said to her, "Girl, according to me, you have taken this money, it is better to find a home as soon as possible, don't ...... Don't keep worrying about being too guarded. ”

"Huh?"

Wan Zhang had just recovered a little from the previous scene, but he was immediately confused by the old servant's words.

"Alas, what does the girl have to hide from me from the old slave? You're not the first to approach Taishou in a variety of ways. The old servant said to himself, "At first, we were puzzled, although it is good to do things in the official mansion, but somehow there are so many girls who are rushing to enter the mansion to be maids, and then even cooks, raccoon clothes, cleaning and other things are also vying for it, and even those who are wealthy in the family are also coming." Later, I finally figured out that it was just because we were too good and elegant, and so many girls came just to be too good, even if it was just to take a look from afar. ”

Listening to what this old slave said so much, Wan Zhang felt more and more that he seemed to have discovered something hidden, what he did just now seemed to have been misunderstood by these people, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and slowly brewed a sly smile came out, he might as well just take the plan, pretend to be Murong Chong's admirer, and see if he can say something.

She pretended to be embarrassed and angry after her heart was recognized, gritted her teeth and asked: "I am sincere, and my fists can be seen, why can't I be concerned?" ”

When the old servant saw that she had confessed it, and was so stubborn, he shook his head and persuaded him even more bitterly: "The girl's sincerity is certainly valuable, but we are too guarded to be blessed, and we are too guarded with him...... The heart is not here. ”

When Wanzhang heard what he said, he hurriedly pretended to sob, covered his eyes with his sleeve and asked, "Where is that?" ”

The old servant sighed again: waved his hand: "Alas, the girl should not ask, the old slave can only say this." Leave. ”

After that, the old slave shook his head and turned around and went back to the house, Wanzhang still wanted to ask something, stretched out his hand to call him back, but he didn't know how to speak, he opened his mouth and was silently stunned for a long time, and slowly lowered his hand back to his side, and for the time being, he could only leave with doubts.

Since then, Wanzhang has never appeared at the gate of the Taishou Mansion again, and the little brother who guards the door suddenly has one less conversation when he works, but there has never been a shortage of infatuated women inside and outside the Taishou Mansion in Pingyang, and there is one less Wanzhang who looks at the door, and there will continue to be other girls who come and go, and there is once a story of an infatuated woman who stopped the carriage halfway, and it will soon be forgotten.

However, Wan Zhang actually never gave up the goal of being able to go to Murong Chong's side, but after the act of stopping the carriage and recommending himself was denied, his psychology was hit to a certain extent, so he recuperated in silence for a while, and by the way, digested what the old servant said to him, and then saw if he could come up with another way to approach him.

The old slave said that Murong Chong was not interested in Fengyue's affairs, but he refused to say anything more than that, so where was his heart? What exactly does he want?

With the twenty taels of gold that were in vain, Wanzhang no longer had to go out to set up a fortune-telling stall in the morning and night, and he would have more time to think in a daze. At this moment, she was sitting at the table in the most luxurious room of the inn, holding her chin in one hand and turning the green jade tea cup in the other.

The sage said that food and sex, too. At present, the lustful article has been denied, but looking at Murong Chong's figure, it must not be a foodie. So what exactly does he want?

Just by coming up with an answer to this question, she can know his weaknesses.

But she couldn't think of it, and she was so annoyed that she hit her head.

Let's go, the IQ is not enough, and the divination will make up.

This has always been the philosophy of life of Wanzhang, she pushed all the messy furnishings on the table to the distance with two hands, and then stood up and wanted to get her own divination equipment, but halfway to the road, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and her eyes turned and noticed the two boxes of chess pieces on the table by the window.

The high-end inn is different from the inferior room where I lived before, there is everything, but it is a pity that I am alone, and no one can go to talk with him, it is better to use these chess pieces to calculate the hexagram, and it can be regarded as a return to the house price. What's more, anyway, she has time now, so she will count it once this time to see if Murong Chong is really without loopholes.

The stones for making chess pieces are all selected from the finest, delicate as fat, the size is comparable, the sunspots are as black as ink, and the white ones are as white as mutton fat and white jade.

Wan Zhang closed his eyes and randomly picked out twelve chess pieces, and the others were put aside first, and then the twelve chess pieces were divided into four groups, and each group was marked with a red pen with the upper, middle and lower signs, and thrown separately.

After a few throwing calculations, the piece showed the result she wanted to know.

However, in the end, she looked at the final result of her own vote on the table, and the answer was clear, but it was so incredible.

Wan Zhang was stunned and looked at the answer he had calculated with his own hands, and he couldn't believe it.

Is there really someone in the world who doesn't want anything?

She has known the fate of too many people since she was a child, and knows the thoughts of too many people, although everyone is different, but as long as it is a person, she will have something to want, the difference is only that the old people want to be young, the good-looking people want to be beautiful, the poor people want gold and silver, and the sick people want to be healthy, and that's it.

But there has never been a person who doesn't want anything.

Or should it be said that he also has something he wants, but that kind of thing is not a tangible entity, nor is it something that most people in the world will dare to ask for and want, it is a thing that has to be at the cost of everything in oneself, painstakingly alone, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, even if it is obtained, it will not be meaningful...... Stuff.

Avenge......

Avenge.

There is only revenge, and in his life, there is only the word revenge.

He had just even been burned in the eyes by the blood-red fire of the chess piece that showed his fate, and there was only a sea of devastation and blood. And his white clothes were stained with blood, like countless magnificent peonies blooming, so dazzling red, and then he laughed out loud in the sea of blood, but the laughter was clearly full of bitterness.

Even if he sniffed his fingertips at this moment, it seemed that he was still stained with the smell of blood.

Wanzhang felt a little frightened inexplicably, and suddenly there was a sound in the silence, which frightened her all over, and immediately looked for the source of the sound, it turned out that the wind blew open the window that had not been closed.

At this time, it has been winter for many days, and the north wind is bleak and cold.

She breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and went to close the window, still not at ease, tried a lot, and took a few heavy books to resist.

However, his expression seemed to be slowly drifting away, Murong Chong, what kind of dangerous and dangerous fate did this Phoenix Star Monarch that the master wanted to assist him have? The blood-red fog could not be subsided, even she could not see clearly ahead, and her fate was really unpredictable, like duckweed on water.

But how could he be burdened with such a life when he looks like a weak and beautiful boy?

It can be seen that God is jealous and famous, and he knows that it is not a disaster.

She leaned against the window, clasped the table with her fingers, although Murong Chong was indeed a rare person who did not have what he wanted, but his determination to take revenge was also an obsession, and from a certain point of view, this obsession was far stronger than those ordinary requests for money and rights.

Knowing this, Wanzhang is very confident that as long as he can help him fulfill his wish, he is definitely not afraid that he will not leave him.

The fourteen-year-old girl's innocent eyes were shrouded in a layer of inextricable mist, and under the mist were black pupils, like a wheel of fate, and like a coffin in a tomb thousands of years ago.

However, her eyes were hollow and deep, and the corners of her mouth gradually evoked a smile without temperature, the bright pear vortex was lovely and innocent, and it made people feel that this should be her, and what appeared in those eyes was just an illusion after the winter snow.

The outdoor is already snow-capped, but the indoor is full of spring, the embroidery room is burning with a sweet fragrance, the curling white smoke gradually fades in the form of clouds, melts into the air, warm and sweet, makes people forget that it is nine cold days at the moment. There was a clear sound of the piano in the inner room, but through the heavy gauze tent, only the sound of the piano was heard, and no one was in sight.

Outside the gauze tent are three or four young boys, all of them are extraordinary, or talking about piano music, or talking about poetry, but more just sit quietly and listen to the piano, and they will signal each other for a long time, and the conversation is mostly smiling and nodding, just like a Gu Danqing who depicts immortals, and the room is full of pearls and jade.

The people in the tent had been playing the piano for a long time, and at last, the sound of the piano slowed down, and finally it sounded as crisp as a cracked silk.

The piano stopped.

Several sons looked at each other, and then one of them asked indifferently with a smile:

"Girl, why don't you play?"

Although separated by several gauze tents, you can still vaguely see the figure inside, about this is a kind of culture of Xunfang Pavilion as a high-end green building, compared with other low-grade green buildings, more understand the mystery brought by holding the pipa and half covering the face The attraction is far greater than being naked.

The person playing the piano inside turned from playing the piano in a sitting position to slowly standing up with his clothes tucked away, and looked at the changes in the distance of the shadows, as if he was walking towards the tent.

In the end, the figure still stayed in the tent, and did not take the last step out, and said slowly through the gauze tent:

"A few sons look handsome, but they don't pity the jade? Zhang'er has been playing the piano for a long time, and her body is very cold, how about talking to you? ”

Another boy in a white fox fur leaned on the table and smiled:

"It seems that the girl of Xunfang Pavilion is nothing more than that, we spend money to come here to listen to the piano, not to listen to the vulgar people, if it is just to listen to people, where is it? Why spend all this money and all this effort. ”

The people in the tent did not reply for a long time, and just when a few sons who came only to listen to the piano were surprised, a layer of bead curtains on the gauze tent suddenly alarmed, and the jingle bell sounded, and the eyes of several people suddenly looked towards the tent.