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The outstretched arm was grabbed by someone, and Yan Shiyi didn't have to look back to know who was holding him. In Yan Mansion, there is only one person who can hold his hand.

I saw that Yan Jiu was in a good mood, and he pulled Yan Shi all the way to the gate of Yan Mansion.

"Sister! Where are we going? Yan Shiyi smiled with crooked eyebrows, and today's sister looked extremely happy.

"I haven't been out of the house for a long time, so I'll take you out of the house today." Yan Jiu returned.

"Really? I've never been out of Yanfu. ”

Looking at Yan Shiyi who was so happy, Yan Jiu couldn't help laughing, this unlucky guy is really easy to satisfy.

Suddenly, Yan Jiu seemed to think of something, she changed her decision to go out of the mansion directly, took Yan Shiyi's hand, changed the road, and walked in the direction of the steward's house.

"Sister, leaving the house is not in this direction." Yan Shiyi reminded curiously.

"I know," Yan Jiu replied, "we're going to go to Steward Yan first." ”

"What are you going to do there?" Yan Shiyi asked suspiciously.

"Eleven, you have to understand that money can make ghosts grind, although the spirit stone is not omnipotent, but without the spirit stone is absolutely impossible."

Yan Shiyi nodded as if he understood, although he didn't know why he let the ghost grind, but he felt that Yan Jiu was so powerful!

In the back garden of the steward's house, the servants stood under the porch with their heads down, while the main butler Yan was cultivating soil for a slim pot of "phoenix-tailed beauty bamboo".

I saw that his sleeves were rolled up, and his fingers holding the jade shovel were still stained with damp soil particles.

But Yan Jiu turned his eyes away, forgiving him for not being in the mood to see Steward Yan tending to the flowers and plants, if nothing else, he was just the "fertilizer" he used to plant flowers.

Steward Yan picked up the shower on the side, and while watering the beauty bamboo in a leisurely manner, he asked casually, "I don't know where Miss Nine is going when she leaves the house?" ”

Yan Jiu's chin was raised, quite pampered, "This is also what you should ask?" ”

"Miss Nine atoned for her sins, and I just cared about Miss Nine." Steward Yan returned lightly.

Yan Jiu silently rolled his eyes in his heart, even if you are the "grandfather" of the original owner, please be dedicated, okay, now I am the "master"! You are a servant! Can you be a little steward to see the humble gesture of the master!

"I want spirit stones, do you give them or not!"

"It's not that I don't give it, it's just that Miss Nine always has to tell Zaixia, where are you going? If the head of the family asks about it, it is easy to answer it below. ”

Seeing that Steward Yan looked businesslike and good for himself, Yan Jiu's heart was simply swiped by "hehe". Yan Qing has been made into that dead appearance by you, how can she still "get out".

I saw Yan Jiu snort coldly, "Steward Yan might as well ask my father to see if my father will give me spirit stones, or ......?"

Yan Jiu pretended to be mean and looked at Steward Yan, "You took advantage of the absence of the head of the family to bully us masters!" ”

"Miss Nine is serious, it is really that recently, the city has come to recruit apprentices, and the city is mixed with fish and dragons, and Miss Nine is going out alone with Miss Eleven, which is really inappropriate."

Steward Yan's earnest and sincere appearance is simply disgusting. If Yan Jiu didn't know the true face of this Yan housekeeper, he would have really been deceived by him.

"Flame City has come to the Immortal Gate to recruit apprentices?"

Yan Jiu pretended to be interested and asked, "I don't know what sect it is?" ”

"I don't know about this, so for the sake of Miss Nine's safety, you should stay in the mansion."

Yan Jiu waved her hand to interrupt Steward Yan's preaching, of course she wouldn't think that Steward Yan was thinking about herself.

I'm afraid that this Yan steward is afraid that if he has a fake, his Dao Lian is missing a good "fertilizer" is true.

"At this time, the city is lively, and we can't have more fun when we go out of the house! Don't say more, go get some spirit stones, my eleventh sister and I will leave the house now! ”

Steward Yan put down the shower, and his words were a little tougher.

"Miss Nine, don't be embarrassed, for your safety, you can't leave."

Seeing that Steward Yan was a little impatient, Yan Jiu didn't dare to push it any further, if it caused Steward Yan to tear his face and throw himself directly into the blood pool, it would be troublesome.

I saw that Yan Jiu's eyes were uncertain, and thousands of thoughts flashed in his heart in an instant, since this is the case, it is better to act like this......

"Since Steward Yan is afraid that I will make a mistake, why don't Steward Yan accompany me out of the house, how about it? It's just," Yan Jiu continued, "Steward Yan, you are just an ordinary man, if something really happens, you can't help me." I heard that my father once saved a monk who saved his life, and the monk thanked him for saving his life, so he became my father's maid. How about letting her go out with me? ”

Steward Yan stroked the beard on his chin, and secretly said in his heart, "He doesn't want Yan Jiu to leave the mansion, but he doesn't want the other party to have an accident before entering the blood pool." Since Yan Jiu wanted Hong Aya to go out with her, this was also a good way. As long as you come back with a breath, you can use it to raise "Dao Lian".

As for the stubble of "running away", Steward Yan never thought about how it was possible for Miss Jiu, who was born in Yan Mansion and grew up in Yan Mansion to be blessed with the Yan family, leave home.

Steward Yan thought for a moment and then returned, "Since Miss Nine insisted, I had no choice but to send someone to Miss Hongya, and before Miss Hongya replied, I asked Miss Nine to wait in the cold house for a while." ”

As he spoke, Steward Yan waved his hand to the little guy under the corridor and went to the red silk to ask.

The maid Yan Jiu said was mentioned by Yan Qing to herself in the blood pool last night.

This maid's name is Hong Aya, born with a fire spirit root, and at the age of thirty-four, she cultivated to perfection and perfection. It's a talented heroine.

It's a pity that she lost because of the word "love".

This red silk has a Taoist companion, who is the same senior brother as her childhood sweetheart, and her cultivation is even more in the same realm as her.

When she was perfecting her qi training, she tried her best to get a Zhuji Dan, which she originally planned to give to her senior brother who was also a complete qi practitioner to use for advancement.

Who knows, before she could take it out, she was injured by a slap when she heard that she had a senior brother from Tsukidan.

That Tsukidan was naturally snatched away, and Yan Qing appeared at this time and rescued her back to Yan Mansion. This red silk is also a struggle, after this experience, he realized that he didn't use the foundation building Dan to advance to build the foundation in one fell swoop.

After that, in order to thank Yan Qing for saving her life, she stayed in Yan Mansion and became a nominal maid.

She is the third foundation building master in the Yan Mansion after Yan Qing and Yan Steward.

"Hongya once promised me to do something for me to repay my life-saving grace, if you are in trouble, you can ask her for help!"

"Then why didn't you let her come and save you?"

"This is Daolian, people's hearts are unpredictable......"

Yan Qing told herself this at the time, it seems that this Hong Aya should not be from Steward Yan's side, but she can't trust her completely.

Yan Qing said this, although he had the heart of a villain, but he couldn't say that it was wrong for him to do this, here, but the Central Continent of the Yunxian Realm......

Soon, the messenger came over to talk back.

"Miss Jiu, Miss Eleven, Steward Yan, Miss Hongyan said, please rest assured that Steward Yan will take care of the safety of the two young ladies."

The little guy then returned to Yan Jiu, "Miss Hongyan is already waiting for the two young ladies at the door. ”

Yan Jiu looked at Steward Yan a little proudly, "Can you give me the spirit stone now?" ”

Steward Yan smiled, "I don't know how much Miss Nine wants?" ”

"How many, of course! How much to get! ”

The low-grade storage bag in Yan Jiudian's hand, although it was light to the touch, it was a full five hundred low-grade spirit stones!

As the so-called military horses have not moved, grain and grass go first. Now that the escape expenses are complete, all that is left is just one chance.

From a distance, Yan Jiu saw the figure waiting at the gate of Yan Mansion.

It was a woman who was only in her twenties, dressed in a red gown, with a bright red shawl on her arms like mutton fat and tender lotus roots.

"Red Aya?" Yan Jiu asked tentatively.

The woman turned around at the sound.

Yan Jiu secretly admired in his heart, what a heroic beauty!

This woman named Hongya, with a soft green silk loosely pulled a fallen horse bun, a pair of autumn eyes as black as paint, a tall and beautiful nose, and red lips like April ******, which was originally a charming daughter's home, but let that pair of sharp willow eyebrows dilute the spirit of the boudoir and give birth to a bit of the emotion of a female general.

Sure enough, he is a monk who can cultivate to build a foundation alone, and at first glance he is not an ordinary person.

Hong Aya glanced at Yan Jiu lightly, like a deep ancient well, unfazed. Without saying a word, she took the lead in walking out of the Yan Mansion, and Yan Jiu behind her could only raise her eyebrows helplessly and pull Yan

Lift your steps to keep up.

At that time, Yan Shiyi never thought that this was the first time he left Yan Mansion, but it was also the last time......

The city is very prosperous, with shops lining the antique streets, and stalls next to each other not far away, all kinds of cries are endless. Occasionally, after the performance, the entertainers will sell the "ancestral pill of strength" to the audience around them. ”

Yan Shiyi beside him tightly grasped the hem of Yan Jiu's clothes, looking at the dazzling shops on the street with envy, although his eyes showed longing, he didn't say a word.

If it was normal, Yan Jiu would definitely satisfy Yan Shiyi, but today's Yan Jiu obviously looked absent-minded, she stared at the road under her feet, but she was thinking about how to escape in her heart.

Whether it is Yan Qing or Steward Yan, they have no good intentions towards themselves, and when their wings are not full, it is better to run away.

However, one plan after another was put forward by oneself, and one by one it was denied by one.

"Noodle kneader~"

There are vendors who pinch dough, shouting and walking through the street.

Yan Shiyi gently shook Yan Jiu's arm twice, interrupting Yan Jiu's chaotic thoughts.

"Sister, can I buy a noodle man?"

"Noodle people?"

Yan Jiu looked not far away, and there were small traders carrying the burden of people full of noodles and walking through the street. One end of the burden is filled with colorful people of different shapes, and just looking at the color makes people feel festive.

Yan Jiu took out a small piece of broken silver and handed it to Yan Shiyi.

"Go ahead."

Yan Shiyi was a little hesitant, in Yan Shiyi's short life, he had never bought anything.

Not to mention, alone.

"Eleven," Yan Jiu's voice came slowly, "If you want something, you have to fight for it yourself!" If you hesitate any longer, the dough maker will go away. ”

"If I get it, will I get it?" Yan Shiyi tilted his head and asked.

"I don't know about this," Yan Jiu said, "I can only say that if you don't fight for it, you will never be able to get it." ”

Yan Shiyi stretched out his hand, took the broken silver in Yan Jiu's hand, and walked in the direction of the dough pincher.

Yan Shiyi stood in the endless crowd, looking back, even on the crowded street, he could recognize Yan Jiu at a glance.

Yan Jiu stood quietly in place, looking at him quietly.

Like a mother who encourages her children to go out to study, and like a wife waiting for her husband to return safely......

For a long time later, Yan Jiu's appearance at that time was clearly imprinted in the depths of Yan Shiyi's mind.

When he stumbled and was undecided, Yan Jiu's words would ring in his ears over and over again: If you want something, you have to fight for it yourself......

After a while, Yan Shiyi swept away the previous wandering restlessness, holding two unrecognizable faces, and ran excitedly.

"Sister, sister, do you think the noodle I pinched looks good?"

Yan Shiyi looked at Yan Jiu with anticipation, holding the two bamboo sticks with the dough in his right hand.

On the bamboo sticks are two pieces of noodles that have the essence of postmodern abstract painting.

It is said that it is a noodle person, but it is better to say that the noodle rolled in the paint, and was beaten again.

Looking at Yan Shiyi, who wrote "Come and praise me" with a face full of "Come and praise me", Yan Jiu could only say against his will, "It's beautiful." ”

Yan Shiyi laughed happily, "That uncle is so good!" Not only did he agree with me to pinch it myself, but he also gave me a lot of noodles! ”

Yan Shiyi offered a treasure, holding the colored dough in his hand and showing it to Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, it's not that people are good-hearted, two copper plates can buy a noodle person, but I gave you a whole piece of broken silver, are people not good to you!

"This one is my sister!" Yan Shiyi shook the big-faced man with a pasty face twice.

"This is me!" Yan Shiyi shook the pasted little noodle man twice.

"Isn't it like that?" Yan Shiyi smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Yan Jiu suddenly felt even more headache, was this digging a pit for himself?

Yan Jiu took the excess dough in Yan Shiyi's hand, intending to remedy his shattered image.

I saw that the colored dough was kneading in Yan Jiu's hand, and after a while, Yan Jiu had an extra hair comb and a bun in his hand, wearing a blue robe, and the eyebrows and eyes were seven or eight points of imagination with Yan Shiyi.

"Wow~" Yan Shiyi opened his mouth and looked at Yan Jiu with bright eyes, "Sister is so amazing~"

But then, he looked at the other face in his hand again, and hung his head in disappointment.

Yan Jiu finished pinching one and began to transform the other one. After the two noodle people were all pinched, she found the depressed Yan Shiyi.

"What's wrong?"

"I originally wanted to pinch a noodle and give it to my sister, but Eleven pinched it was too ugly."

"What's this, just practice a few more times."

Yan Jiu handed the noodle man pinched into his own appearance to Yan Shiyi, "Do you like it?" ”

Yan Shiyi looked at the lifelike "Yan Jiu" pinched in front of him, and suddenly became happy, my sister pinched it really like, it was better than the master of the dough kneader.

"I like it!" Yan Shiyi happily took it, and suddenly felt so happy.

Yan Jiu rubbed Yan Shiyi's head, "Then don't be depressed, it's rare to be able to go out today, be happy." ”

"Hmm!"

Yan Jiu glanced back at Hong Aya who was following behind her, she wouldn't forget the main purpose of coming out today because of such a trivial matter as pinching noodles.

The red silk was not far behind Yan Jiu, not far away, not far away, not so that Yan Jiu would not feel uncomfortable being followed, but also in time when Yan Jiu had an accident.

Yan Jiu should be moved to say, "The world's top ten intimate maids"!

But immediately, the crowd that suddenly began to surge on the street attracted Yan Jiu's attention.