Qingxi Building, sparsely populated.

The little girl held a plate of spring cakes, entered the autumn leaf-style cave door, turned the screen on the winding path, picked up the steps, walked around the corner pavilion, wore bamboo behind the pavilion, and saw the house deep in the bamboo.

The guard was asleep, she went straight into the curtain, the incense of the agarwood was curling, the Oiran Qiaoyun was singing a set of Erhuang's "The Legend of the White Snake", and there were four masters around the table to play double land.

This is not a side, and the people sitting here are not ordinary spring buyers, all of them are either rich or expensive.

When she put the spring cake aside, she accidentally touched the edge of the plate to the arm of one of the guests, and he glanced at it lightly with thick eyebrows: "Take it to enjoy Qiaoyun." "The voice is mellow and deep.

The little girl responded with a "yes" and hurriedly walked away.

This uncle is amazing, he is the third master Shen Qishan in Shen Xiang's mansion, and he has just arrived in Fuchun Town.

Xia Yuanji, who was sitting beside him, heard this and shouted: "Qiaoyun is still a clean person, but you want to comb her, I will protect you for the media." ”

Shen Qishan smiled without saying a word, threw the two dice in his palm, swayed and stopped, and it turned out to be two sixes. Su Kui clapped his hands and applauded: "Five or six are big colors, it is not very common, good luck needs to be lined with red powder, there are ready-made immortals, you hesitate!" ”

The two of them tried their best to scurry here, and the mother-in-law who was waiting next to her had heard it clearly, and she came up and said with a smile: "Qiaoyun has been pampered for fifteen years since she was a child, her temperament is gentle and well-behaved, no one can match her in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and all kinds of silver and skill, I love her, and I want to raise it for another two years. ”

Shen Qishan looked at Na Qiaoyun, although he was not very old, his face was full of amorous feelings, but he was a lovely person.

Before she could speak, a fat woman grabbed the arm of a handsome young man and dragged her, and when she saw Su Kui, her eyes lit up, and she grinned: "Master Su, this little girl promises that you will be happy!" ”

Su Kui looked into the distance, wearing a moon-white silk robe, curled hair and a blue scarf, white face and red lips, and dripping eyes, a young man with a beautiful face and peach blossoms.

Pointing to the young man, he asked the fat woman loudly, "Do you know who he is?" ”

Shen Qishan frowned and felt that his appearance was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The fat woman's second monk was puzzled, and only replied with a smile: "It was an old man who said that his family was so poor that he couldn't open the pot and wanted to sell his children to make a living. ”

Su Kui slapped his legs and laughed: "I think you should let him go earlier, otherwise his eldest sister will find him, and you will have to bear it!" ”

The fat woman was slightly stunned, and asked suspiciously: "His eldest sister, do you recognize Master Su?" ”

It just so happened that the cloud sang to the White Lady. The broken bridge was broken, and his voice was high-pitched and clear: "Killed the Jinshan Temple and was as angry as a fire......"

Shen Qishan felt that this young man was different, so he pulled closer to take a closer look, but as a result, he was weak, his hands and feet were stiff, and his soul seemed to have been drugged in a trance.

Xiao Yuan broke into the room and saw this scene.

Xiao Yun sat softly on the lap of a man, leaning on his shoulders, his hands were held in his palms, one bowed his head, the other raised his neck, and was about to close to his cheeks.

Her anger rose from her heart, and evil rose to the side of her guts, gritting her teeth and rushing straight through like a gust of wind.

Shen Qishan had noticed that someone was approaching him, and he was about to make a move, but suddenly saw a pair of beautiful feet wearing silver and red satin shoes, and two cross-necked mandarin ducks were embroidered on the feet, looking loving.

The left shoe is soaking wet, and there is a watermark one step at a time.

As soon as his heart moved, his hand did not move, and the consequences of his hesitation were severe, and a woman's arm quickly wrapped its arms around his neck, and a short knife in the cold light crossed his throat.

It seemed that with a slight stroke, he would be splattered with blood and killed.

He couldn't help but laugh.

The other gentlemen laughed too.