The red sleeves are in the move, and the fragrant wind is bursting.

The fragrance of fat powder and wine and incense are mixed together, and Ningxia holds a fruit plate of wine, standing outside the door and knocking quietly.

When the knock on the door fell, I heard someone inside say lazily: "Come in." ”

Ningxia pushed the door in.

I saw that the room was richly decorated, full of flowers, and in one corner of the room was placed a huge lotus gilt copper incense burner, on which a white mist was filled.

And in the middle of this misty house, I saw a yellow pear coffee table, and a somewhat obese middle-aged man was sitting in his arms, holding left and right in his arms, and Mei Ji was sitting on his lap, carefully feeding him peeled grapes from the coffee table.

Ningxia looked like he hadn't seen it, lowered his head and put the fruit plate on the coffee table, and then turned around to retire.

"Wait." Just as Ningxia was about to leave, the fat man laughed behind the coffee table, "What's your name?" How old is it this year? ”

"The name of the slave family is called pear blossom, and this year is only twenty." Ningxia lowered her head and said softly, her voice muffled.

Although Ningxia was born in the Western Regions, she spoke a good Central Plains official dialect, just like when she was a proprietress in the grocery store before, she had no influence, and now she has entered the red sleeve move, and under the vague voice, this fat man did not hear anything unusual.

He casually took out a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it to Ningxia.

This piece of silver fell on the scarlet carpet on the ground, and the red and silver reflected each other, which was particularly dazzling.

"Little Pear Blossom girl, is this piece of silver enough for you to play with Uncle and me for one night?" The fat man said with a laugh.

"Sir." Ningxia didn't take the money, but knelt down in front of the other party: "The slave family is not a fan in the building." ”

"What's not a fan, you Qinglou bitches, I don't know?" The fat man laughed, and at the same time grabbed a handful of silver bills from his waist bag and sprinkled them on the Huanghuali coffee table: "You say no, but in fact, don't you just dislike the money given by the master is not enough?" ”

"Tell me, how much money do you want?"

"Master doesn't have much else, it's just a lot of money."

As soon as these words came out, the few beauties around who were tired of this fat man couldn't sit still, and they fed the fat man wine and beat his back, and said coquettishly: "What's so good about that little girl, Master Ning, our sisters will definitely serve you well." ”

And this fat man called Ning Ye didn't pay any attention to Mei Ji beside him, pushed them away with his left and right hands, and looked at Ningxia in front of him.

At the same time as the beautiful women in Chinese clothes landed one after another, Ning Ye's voice also rumbled.

"Say it."

"How much do you want to spend a night with me?"

His voice was so loud that it made people's ears hurt a little.

Ningxia lowered his head and smiled: "If the master is really a hero, then the slave family is willing to accompany the master even if he doesn't charge a penny." ”

"But if the master is a wine bag and rice bag, then even if the slave family is given gold and silver, the slave family does not want to look at the master."

Ningxia's words are really a bit stinging.

This Ning Ye stared at Ningxia coldly: "Then do you say that I am a hero?" Or is it a sake bag rice bag? ”

"It's not said, it's done." Ningxia said with a smile.

With that, she stood up and looked up at the other.

I saw that this man named Ning Ye, in fact, except for being a little fat, he didn't look ugly, but at this time, his dark brown eyes were staring at Ningxia, which made people feel a little chill in their hearts.

"Who are you?" Ning Ye looked at Ningxia and felt a little wrong.

He was originally full of thoughts, but when he saw Ningxia's eyes at this time, it was like a basin of ice water pouring from the top of his head in midsummer, and the whole person was instantly sober and couldn't be sober anymore.

"Your surname is Ning, but it's a coincidence that my surname is Ning." Ningxia looked at this Ning Ye and smiled quietly.

She lowered her head and flicked her right hand above the carpet, and the silver scattered on the carpet and coffee table jumped one after another, and then jumped into Ningxia's hand.

Ningxia's hands were white and small, and he couldn't hold so much silver, but the silver was absorbed on Ningxia's hands as if it had a magnetic force, making Ningxia's fists all bigger.

She gently weighed the silver in the air with her hand, and then shook it slightly, and the silver exploded in an instant, scattering in front of those red-sleeved Mei Ji.

"Ning Ye doesn't need your service anymore, take the silver and get out quickly." Ningxia said softly.

And Ningxia's hand had already shocked everyone before, and at this time Ningxia asked them to get out, they didn't dare to stop for half a step, they scrambled towards the door with silver in both hands, and Ningxia quietly watched them leave, and then reached out to cover the door.

At the same time, he looked back at this Ning Ye.

"Ning Guimei." Ningxia smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Now there are only two of us left, what else do you want to say?" ”

Returning to the sister is a hexagram in Zhou Yizhong, returning, there is a meaning of a woman marrying, and returning to the sister is to marry her sister.

It means that the host party has shown goodwill by marrying off his sister in order to win over the guest party.

The hexagram says: Return to the sister, recruit the murderer, and there is no benefit. This is a fierce hexagram, but it was finally used in the name of the fat man in front of him, so these red-sleeved Meiji only dared to call Ning Guimei Ning Ye, but they didn't dare to call him by his name, because Tai Niang, and because Ning Guimei never told them her real name.

And now, Ningxia has opened his mouth to say the name.

Ning Guimei's expression changed, and she kicked out, knocking over the entire Huanghuali coffee table, and flew towards Ningxia.

And he turned around and wanted to jump out of the window and escape.

Ningxia stood motionless, just raised his hand and pointed out, the yellow rosewood coffee table was torn apart in front of Ningxia, and at the same time, Ningxia flew forward in the sound, just like kicking a ball, and kicked Ning Guimei, who just wanted to jump off the windowsill to escape, and let his fat body smash against the wall, and the whole room had a feeling of swaying from side to side.

Ningxia continued to step forward, came to Ning Guimei, gently stretched out a finger, hit the other party's forehead, and then smiled: "I originally wanted to see who came to Los Angeles." ”

"But I really never thought that it would be you who came to Los Angeles."

"Why do you dare to stay in Los Angeles when Ning Buxi is dead?"

Ning Guimei trembled.

His name is Guimei, of course, it's not a good name.

All the disciples who worship the name of the miserable old man Ning Huan must give up their names, and then give them their names again by Ning Huan, Ning Huaiyuan Ningxia's name certainly shows that Ning Huan likes it very much, but Ning doesn't like it, Ning Guimei's name seems very casual.

Ning Guimei was when he worshiped the miserable old man, and gave his two younger sisters to the miserable old man as a favorite concubine, so he was able to be among them.

And the miserable old man also gave him the slightly insulting name of Guimei.

"Senior Sister Ning, I really didn't know it was you who came."

"Please raise your noble hand and spare my dog's life." Ning Guimei fell to the ground and said with tears in her eyes.