As long as he doesn't study, going up and down the sword mountain and the sea of fire is not a problem for Yonghe, and no one dares to force him to go to the sword mountain and the sea of fire anyway.

Unexpectedly, he came over in a hurry and pulled his collar, sat down on the edge of the table solemnly and said to Qin slowly: "Niangniang, it's not that I won't help you, but this time I really can't follow you out and mess around." The two eyebrows drooped, and he said frustratedly, "The last time I came back, I was thrown into the firewood room by my father and his old man, and I almost didn't peel my skin alive, I advise you to stay at home for the past two days." My father is reluctant to cure you," he scratched his hand across his neck, "but he is never stingy with others." ”

Yonghe is now eating the scales and is determined not to follow Qin Slow to go out to do evil, Qin Slow wandered in front of the door to see the sky, June is approaching, although Yanjing does not have the endless plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but the sky changes when it is said. Qin slowly estimated that it should rain in the evening at most, and he didn't know if Yongque had brought an umbrella when he left in a hurry. After thinking about it, you are the master of ceremonies and the commander of the East Factory, who still lacks an umbrella.

She pretended to have something in her heart, and watched the rising curtain of Yunshan become irritated for no reason, and stepped out of the door without saying anything.

Yonghe, who was entertaining himself and eating peaches, saw it, and shouted loudly: "Niangniang, where are you going!" ”

"Go around the neighborhood." Qin Slow's words came in the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye like her people.

This bad queen mother, Yonghe screamed, jumped to the ground three steps and two steps to catch up: "Niangniang, you wait for me!" Wait for me! ”

Qin said that he really didn't run far to the neighborhood, and walked slowly along the mouth of the alley of Yongfu with his hands folded, Yonghe held the corner of her clothes for fear that she would run away, and followed a few Dongchang fans dressed as family members not far behind. Yongque's mansion is not in the same place as the magnates in the capital, maybe he can't look down on those eunuchs who tend to be inflammatory, or he doesn't want to see their bright and dark eyes. He lives in a remote place in Dongcheng, an alley is still empty for most of the houses, and there are no people in sight, Qin walked carelessly, Yonghe followed and panted, and shouted: "Niangniang, where are you going?" ”

Qin Slow didn't go anywhere, just walked around the two alleys on the left and right, until she came to the mansion of a certain no-one, she sat down on the steps at the door of the house and complained, "I'm tired to death." ”

Yonghe didn't care about learning from her, and sat down, fanning the wind with his hand: "Go back if you're tired, before leaving, I saw Xiao Huozi town melons in the well, let's go back and eat Niangniang." ”

"Sit down for a while and then go back." Qin Slow's eyes seemed to be looking at the sky and looking at an unknown distance.

She thought she had forgotten the past thirteen years, but when she returned to her hometown, she felt that everything was vivid. The heavy rain and the flames that night were intertwined into a sea of blood in front of her eyes, and there was that familiar face: "Miss, drink it, it's better to die than to live." Don't think about revenge or not, you just have to live yourself. ”

Qin Chi couldn't help but touch her face, yes, she wanted to live more than anyone else, even if she drank to quench her thirst.

After a while, she really went back as she said, and Yonghe gnawed on the melon and shook his head and sighed: "Women, I really can't figure out my thoughts." ”

After eating, Gua Qin went to sleep slowly, and Yonghe slowly wiped his hands with a linen towel: "Xiao Huozi, you go and get a picture of Dongcheng." ”

Huo An'an comprehended the household map, Yonghe took the pen and drew the road that Qin Slow walked today, and knocked on the table: "At first glance, I can't see anything, what kind of people were these people before?" ”

"Back to the little master, this area used to be the residence of the merchants, and after the defeat of the family, the officials disliked the strong smell of copper, and the people couldn't afford to buy a mansion, so most of them were idle."

Yonghe drew a circle of the nameless mansion where Qin was sitting: "Go, check all the homes of this family that have lived in it before." ”

Qin Chu didn't know anything about the plans of the two people in the study, she sat on the edge of the bed and took out her little baggage. Everything in the burden was as usual, she took out her long hairpin, and repeatedly groped under the bird's head three times with her fingertips, and with a snap of her fingertips, a black ball fell out.

Shining a light on the light, Qin slowly smiled bitterly, threw a mouthful of water into his mouth and swallowed it without drinking.

It's still early in the afternoon, the dream is still long, the time in the dream turns, and maybe you can see the face of the old man.

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Su Bujian was also in a trance when he stood outside the small building, and now he could see that every step of Song Weiwen seemed to be arbitrary, but in fact it had a different purpose.

Outside the building, the jackdaws were miserable, and the clumps of wild grass formed a soft and hidden fence wall, guarding the unknown monsters inside.

Song Weiwen said that he was afraid, his feet were extraordinarily sharp, a burning stick danced vigorously and cut down a lot of thatch, all the way to the silver horn door of the small building, he took a step, took a step back with a solemn face, and went around to the left side of the window to recite the words: "The main gate faces north, the most fierce of the fierce, or be careful." ”

Standing under the window, he hesitated again, turned his head and frowned, and shouted in a low voice: "Su Bu binding, come over quickly!" The master has opened the way for you, why do you still want me to die alone! ”

The corners of Su Bubin's mouth twitched, he really couldn't understand Song Weiwen, you said that he was wise and stupid, but sometimes he did things regardless of the head and tail, you said that he was reckless and crazy, but he could always have the finishing touch at critical moments. Two points on tiptoe, the man jumped under the window.

Song Weiwen rubbed her hands and was often nervous: "Su Daxia, I don't do much to look at the window and peep into the Xiang Pavilion, I'm afraid that I will make the wrong move." Do you condescend to poke a window eye? ”

"You're fucking shameless!" Su Buxian scolded his mother, and Song Weiwen pretended not to hear and waited beside him. Su Bujian was so fooled by Song Weiwen that he couldn't feel the bottom of his heart, swallowed his throat, fortunately, the window was only covered with two layers of veil, and then picked up a stick and sharpened it with the tip of the sword, found an inconspicuous position and stabbed it.

With a three-point effort on his wrist, the window screen gradually became a hole, and a ray of light leaked out of it!

Song Weiwen couldn't bear to be excited, and jumped from left to right, from right to left: "What do you see, what do you see." He saw that Su Bubin's eyes were stunned and he didn't speak, he was extremely anxious, "Isn't it a beauty, isn't it?" Hey, the barren mountain ancient hall, the beautiful ghost, tsk! Plaintive! Moving! ”

Su Bushu took a step back, his face was as ashen as dirt in the moonlight, and he didn't say anything

Song Weiwen looked at his appearance, the corners of his mouth were picked, and he happily fell on the hole.

The nature he saw was no different from Su Bubin, and there was really a beauty in the hall.

The beauty is like a hibiscus out of the water, wearing a bright palace dress of twelve shocking phoenixes, the pearls on the wrist are like stars and the moon, the autumn pupils of the water are sparkling, and the lips are not dyed and Zhu, and they smile before speaking. The beauty leaned against a screen of twelve ladies, and in front of her there was a long low table, on which a small golden tripod was placed.

On the left side of the golden tripod are two sets of neat bowls and chopsticks, both of which are carved with gold and silver for white jade, which is extremely exquisite.

On the right side, ten small dishes are arranged in turn, the head plate seems to be pig brain, then the heart meat, and then the red liver, the color is fresh as if it has just been plucked from the animal.

Yes, there is not only a beauty sitting in the ancient hall, but this beauty is also very leisurely and leisurely shabu-shabu?

I saw her elegant posture, her left hand rolled up her sleeves, and her right hand held a chopstick, gently picking up a piece of pig brain and putting it into the golden tripod. After a little shabu, it is picked up, placed on the red lips and gently blown and then sent between the teeth, which is not pleasant.

Song Weiwen prides himself on being the first merry son in the rivers and lakes, and has read countless beauties, and this beauty naturally has his eyes.

is not an outsider, it is Lin Su, the first beauty in the rivers and lakes.

It's just rumored that Lin Su recently accompanied the young head of the Murong family to enjoy the moon in Gusu Lake, how could he go to the wilderness alone to eat hot pot.

What's more, Song Weiwen's gaze moved forward slightly.

There were two disemboweled, disemboweled, corpses piled up under the long case, dripping with blood and flowing all over the ground, and a closer look at the two heads that had opened small openings for sharp weapons, and then looking at the red and white things chewed between Lin Su's lips and teeth, no wonder people like Su Bujian were as pale as dirt.

After Lin Su finished eating the brain flower, he picked up the golden jue and took a sip gently, and a faint sigh floated out from between his red lips: "Since the two distinguished guests have come to the door, why don't you come?" Just fine wine and food, waiting for the two of you. ”

As soon as this sound came out, Song Weiwen and Su Bujian had goosebumps at the same time, and the voice was like a man and a woman, like a string rubbing through the rusty iron, so sharp that it pierced into the back of the head.

Song Weiwen wrenched his fingers and calculated: "You and I are two people, plus Lin Meiren is three." There are only two sets of dishes and chopsticks on the table......"

He glanced at Su Buji, and the "good food and wine" seemed to refer to them.

Piercing shiver crawled all over his back, Su Bujian picked up Song Weiwen and didn't think about it to stay away from this strange little building, but his fingers touched his arm, and the two of them fell under their feet suddenly, and fell into the endless darkness unexpectedly.

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Qin slowly sat up from the table and looked around blankly, but she choked too violently, grabbed her neckline and coughed breathlessly, and finally stopped her tired face.

Lying back on the desk, she muttered, "Niangniang, I miss you so much, I miss you so much......" She closed her eyes, confused, "I'm already a little tired." ”

"Mother?" Yonghe stood outside the curtain and muttered, tilting his head to look at Huo An, "What do you mean?" ”

Huo An said confusedly: "The little one doesn't know wow, maybe Mrs. is homesick." ”

"It's not that she has no father or mother." Yonghe muttered, after Qin Slow's life experience arrived in Yanjing, Yongque did not check it again. But he can rest assured, but Yonghe always felt suspenseful, his father, who was so shrewd that he was afraid of gods and ghosts, suddenly fell in love, and the other party could imagine that he was a powerful character. His father is fascinated by love, and he, as a son, can't stand idly by, in case the other party has bad intentions.

It's really late, Yonghe shook his head again and again: "Go, scream, don't call my father to be killed in the palace by the dog emperor." 166 Reading Network