"Since Miss Xinyue can say such words, she must be superb in chess, so it is better to play a game with me."

He withdrew his chess pieces and looked at her expectantly.

Unintentionally embarrassed, watching chess is like watching people, after a game, she is afraid that she will be analyzed by the other party.

"I'm sorry son, the little girl's chess skills are really not good, and she can't do it."

Dugu Lian just smiled and didn't force her, until he put all the chess pieces back into the chess box, he held a hot tea in the water, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Miss Xinyue, can you stroke the song "Love" for me?"

"Since Gongzi Lian wants to hear it, Xinyue will play a song for the public."

The other party took the initiative to change the topic, she also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, she clapped her hands, and one after another, a servant girl carried the guzheng in, and put it in a wide place in front of the window at her request.

She had never liked to have her room full, so she kept some of the big things in the room and brought them back when she needed them.

She slowly walked to the zither, sat on the paved mat, caressed it with her bare hands, as if telling, and sang gracefully.

"Tears rise from the candlelight, and the waning moon is separated from the broken stars......"

The snowflakes flying outside the window seemed to be attracted by her singing, landed on the strings of her fingertips, and were gently stroked.

Dugu Lian turned around and took a jug of wine from the tray, and then sat quietly cross-legged on the floor directly opposite her.

The liquor enters the throat, and after the cold, it is hot.

His mind kept drawing her face, remembering her fingertips that were gently outlined at this time, the tips of her hair dancing in the wind, and the corners of her charming and amorous eyes.

A snowflake fell, fell into his eyes, turned into mist, and in an instant everything was blurred, so unreal, he rubbed it away uneasily, until he saw her eyes clearly, he was not satisfied.

After the song, a pot of wine has already seen a low, he boasts that the amount of wine is acceptable, but now a pot makes him blush, five points more drunk than usual.

"Good song."

"Thank you for the compliment."

The clothes of the two floated in the wind, a few steps away, but they seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, alienated and distant.

"Xinyue is a favorite person." After a long time, his drunken spirit dissipated, and his slightly drunk cheeks returned to their former whiteness.

She pretended to be obsessed, shy and timid, covering her cheeks and looking at him, like a girl in Sichun.

"Hmm~ The man I like, yes, such as Lian Gongzi, the slave family likes it very much."

"If you like me, just be my sweetheart, okay." He knew it was a joke, but he stubbornly took it seriously.

Unintentionally shocked for a moment, the "sweethearts" in this line are all to describe those red cards who are supported by large sums of money, and all the red cards that are taken care of can no longer show their heads, and they can only take fun of supporting her big money until the big money loses interest.

Dugu Lian means to support her?

In fact, if there was no Dugu Lian, she would arrange a scene to support herself in a few days, and now she has a big wrongdoer, so she won't cheat anyone.

She doesn't turn down any opportunity to make money.

It's just that the previous old general and this general are both honest and honest officials, and they will never embezzle a penny, where did they get so much money to squander.

"I'm the number one brand of "Drunken Dream", I am worth a lot of money, and my daily expenses are sky-high, are you sure you want to support me?"

Seeing her inquiring eyes, Dugu Lian nodded very affirmatively, and sincerely took out a gold medal from his sleeve.

Unintentionally, she felt that the whole room was bright, and a brick shining with golden light was thrown at her, and she subconsciously reached out to take it, her hands sank, and she almost fell to the ground.

"The money in my name, take it as you like."

Dugu Lian's words fell, she was holding the gold medal, her expression gradually lost control, and she couldn't close her mouth at all, Dugu looked quite poor, but she didn't expect to be so rich.

If she remembers correctly, this gold medal inlaid with dark blue agate is a token of the Gushi Money Bank, the largest money bank in Qian'an.

Lonely, Dugu, I see.

Soon, Yan Niang heard that someone wanted to raise the "Heart Moon", and immediately took a pen and paper to discuss with Dugu Lian, no matter any consumption of "Heart Moon", Yan Niang was clear, and throughout the afternoon, as long as Yan Niang mentioned, Dugu Lian did not have a trace of refusal.

I don't know when, the snow stopped drifting, the sky was black, a crescent moon hung in the air, and thousands of candles were lit.

After reaching an agreement, several people happily sent away Dugu Lian, who was covered with black faces.

Unintentionally walking on the deserted streets in the middle of the night, she suddenly remembered that time she violated the curfew, and the city guards patrolling at night arrested her and Wanqiu into the prison, just when they had nothing to do, Jun Ruxi suddenly appeared in her field of vision, deliberately caught, embarrassed and pretending to look at the moon in a chic manner, thinking of this, her facial features softened, and a smile from her heart opened from the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly! A silver light struck her throat in the darkness, and she stooped nimbly to dodge the fatal blow.

The thick smell of blood on the tip of the knife entered the nose with the wind, and the originally peaceful night turned into a great abyss full of crises.

Unlike the assassins who assassinated her before, the person in front of her was a real killer, with a violent aura and a ruthless soul, which could only be forged through countless lives and deaths, and countless swords in his hands.

The assassin snorted coldly, and without saying a word, the long knife stabbed at her fiercely.

By the light of the moon, she recognized the long key knife in the assassin's hand, if the long sword with the pattern of the other side was the symbol of the first Bloodthirsty Pavilion in the rivers and lakes, then the crescent-shaped long key knife was the symbol of Yan Cheng, who was ranked second.

Yan Cheng is located in the desert, and it is the choice of many people who are at the end of their lives, no matter who they are in life, as long as they enter Yan City, they will have a bite to eat.

Feiyan emerged from the shadows and pulled out the soft whip from her waist to block the next blow.

The two are like fire and water, colliding with each other, evenly matched, the sharp barbs and curved blades on the soft whip rub out small sparks, which are extremely bright in the dark, the two hit the wall from the ground, the killer escaped from the battlefield with a false move, Feiyan's eyes were red, and the soft whip followed with a hook, but he didn't know that this was a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

When Feiyan walked away, another killer appeared behind her, and the tip of the knife did not leave her neck by half an inch, but she could feel that this person obviously did not have the strength of the previous killer.

The assassin didn't expect that a woman in a green house was also so capable, and being played by a woman in a green house, he was immediately annoyed, and he became more and more ruthless.

Although she had no internal strength, she didn't know internal strength after all, but it was exposed in a moment, and the assassin used her internal strength, slapped her shoulder with a palm, her eyes were white, and she spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The Assassin crouched down and put his knife against her neck, and as if remembering something, he withdrew his scimitar and carried her by the shoulder, leading her all the way to the silent woods outside the city, and then hanging her on a rope from one of the crooked neck trees.

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