Huan Yu's eyes were full of smiles, and his cheeks like ink paintings were filled with endless tenderness, and he gently tugged at the corners of the green kite's clothes, "Okay, you are the Yaksha Sea Ghost, and I will not marry you." ”

Hearing his words, she was busy with her cheeks crimson, and she didn't care about chasing after her with a whip, so she only lowered her head and smiled secretly.

However, she laughed for a while before she remembered something, and when she raised her head, she saw that Qiansu had already smiled and leaned back together, clutching her stomach.

"Brother Huan......" Qing Kite stomped her feet angrily, "How can you help her bully me, saying that I am a sea ghost Yasha." ”

The things of the past are almost vivid, but now I think about it, there is only hatred left in my heart, what he said at the beginning was just a hypocrisy, and only she took it seriously.

And at this moment, she saw that the reins of the red night were suddenly strangled, and the tall horse suddenly stopped in front of her eyes.

Then a little man hurried up to take the horse, and someone moved the stool.

Jiang Mo raised his head fearlessly, but saw the pair of wishful cloud-digging deerskin boots on the stirrups, the fox skin cloak without a trace of miscellaneous hair had been hanging on the top of the boots, and he could vaguely see the crimson official uniform under the cloak, and the silver turtle bag hanging from his waist.

Huan Yu didn't step on the stool that the little maid had moved, but only stepped on the stirrups and got down.

The little guy went down respectfully, and the people who followed him also dismounted, and only followed him from afar to enter the house together.

Jiang Mo watched Huan Yu walk directly past him, not squinting, but he didn't care, only looked at his back lightly.

Just when she thought he had entered the house like this, she saw him stop and turn her head to look at him.

"The concubine has seen an adult." She lowered her body slightly, without the slightest fear on her face.

There was a trace of doubt on Huan Qingjun's face, and then the butler who was standing aside hurriedly walked over, and returned the matter to Huan Yu in a concise manner, and then respectfully retreated to the lion at the door.

"The girl is a smart person, why should she kill herself here." There seemed to be a faint smile on Huan Yu's face, but his eyes were cold.

"Wealth is in danger." She looked up at him, "The concubine has a thin life, she was sold by her parents, if she doesn't earn a way out, I'm afraid that there will be no hope in this life." ”

Seeing that she said it so bluntly, Huan Yu was also slightly stunned.

He didn't say anything, just turned around and was about to enter the mansion, when a cold wind blew, blowing up the cloak on his body, and the crimson official robe was clean and not stained with dust.

"The concubine can tell fortunes, why don't you calculate the future of the second son?" She raised her head and looked at the person in front of her, the anger and hatred that had been suppressed for too long were about to explode almost instantly, but she forced it down.

Hearing his words, he paused, slowly turned his head, the corners of his lips hooked into a faint smile, but his eyebrows were even more indifferent. "I never believed that."

She suddenly remembered that he had said such things in such a tone in the monastery that day.

"Look at your face, you must be a rich and noble person, and you will definitely soar in the future." Her dark eyes looked straight at him.

There was a sneering smile on the corner of his lips, and her words were really perfunctory, but I was afraid that the fortune teller on the street who cheated people out of money was also so foolish.

"In the future, that location must be yours." Her gaze suddenly became complicated, but the pair of fingers that were red and swollen from the cold pointed to the glazed tiles faintly seen in the east, which was actually the palace.