After breakfast that day, Qin'er and Po'er practiced swordsmanship in the small courtyard. Some time before Qin'er found out that Po'er and Yu'er lived together, Po'er didn't patronize and play with Yu'er every day. This Po'er's swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to before, and Qin'er is very satisfied.

The two of them practiced for a full hour, and they both felt a little tired. Qin'er said to Po'er: "Po'er, let's rest for a while, let's go into the house and drink some tea." I felt a little thirsty. Pur put the sword back in its scabbard. With a slightly coquettish tone in his tone, he said, "Yes, sister." My throat is so thirsty that I can't speak! ”

Qin'er smiled, took Po'er's hand, and the two walked into Qin'er's living room to drink tea.

As soon as the two of them sat down to drink tea, they saw Ding Lin'er suddenly run in. He threw himself on his knees in front of Qin'er. He said in a pleading tone, "Miss, I beg you to save my brother's life!" My brother will probably die tomorrow night! Lin'er cried as she spoke.

Qin'er was confused by Ding Lin'er's actions, and it took a while for Qin'er to figure out the situation. She said softly: "Lin'er, you get up first, you don't have to be sad first." If you have something to say, just say it. As long as I can help your brother, I will not stand idly by. ”

Lin'er stood up, but he still cried. Po'er said: "Lin'er, the little master asks you to say it, you can say it quickly." What's the use of crying! You're dying! Lin'er stopped crying. He tried to keep his emotions in check. Said slowly: "Miss, the slave dares to ask you, do you know what special hobbies the second young master has?" ”

Qin'er shook her head, her brow furrowed. She thought to herself: Maybe my second brother is in trouble again! Qin'er's face turned a little red, and she said in a speculative tone: "My second brother is good at gambling, and he often goes in and out of Fireworks Willow Lane. Other than that, what other special hobbies do I don't know? ”

Lin'er said: "Miss, the slave knows that his status is low. You shouldn't have talked about your second brother. But it's about my brother's life. I don't care about my identity. The minions will tell you the truth. Your second brother has a hobby that is even more shady than what you just said. He loves to fight slaves in the 'underground slave fighting field'! ”

Qin'er knew that there was such a place as the 'Underground Slave Fighting Field'. But that's all foreign to Fanbang. She didn't expect that there would be one in this Purple Yang Country, and even in this Purple City!

Qin'er's voice was a little unnatural: "Lin'er, I guess your brother must be my second brother's slave, and he is often taken by my second brother to the underground slave fighting field to participate in duels, right?" ”

Lin'er responded with some embarrassment: "What the eldest lady said is right. The second young master used to bet that the slaves would win and have meat to eat. Lost a whipping. But lately, it's getting more and more unbelievable that you want to bet on the slaves! If my brother loses tomorrow night, he will have to have passive surgery, and then ......" Lin'er couldn't say any more, and he couldn't stop crying!

Qin'er and Po'er's faces were extremely ugly at this time! Qin'er asked Lin'er, "Does my father know about this?" Lin'er replied: "The master has actually heard about it for a long time, but he just doesn't want to care about it!" Otherwise, how could the slave be embarrassed to come to the eldest lady? ”

After listening to this, Qin'er really couldn't believe her ears, even if Dad spoiled his second brother again, he shouldn't have reached such a point......