And listen to the wind.

The largest calligraphy and painting art pavilion in Wuling country.

The man in a light purple shirt stood with his hands in his hands, and a single candle lit in the large living room could not cover the corner of the pavilion, but this man also wore a silver mask.

He had been looking at a painting in front of him for a long time, as if he was immersed in it.

Suddenly, the burning candle flame moved slightly, and a person quietly appeared in the silence.

The man who admired the painting seemed to be displeased: "...... Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb at this time? You're guts. ”

The subordinate trembled and said, "That woman has news." ”

The man slowly took off his mask, played with it, tilted his head slightly, revealing the delicate side face line, but his facial features were blurred by the darkness, and he couldn't see it really, he seemed to be full of interest; "Oh?"

"The fifth prince asked her to meet in the Splendid Garden, and now she has returned to the General's Mansion."

The man nodded, looking at the mask with a tender expression, as if looking at the most precious treasure again. Not many words.

He seemed to be in a good mood, but the words he said were extremely sharp: "So, that's why you came in?" ”

"No, no, no......" the subordinates' eyes widened in fear, "A new batch of treasures has appeared in the pawnshop under the young master's name, which is very valuable, and it was brought by that woman's maid. Don't know what to do? ”

The man flipped the mask over, stroked his texture, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "If she wants money, give it to her." Do as I say and give twice the price of Purple Cloud Coins. ”

The subordinate saw that the man's face softened, and his heart slowly settled down.

The next second, he was choked by the neck, and his subordinates were frightened and didn't know when to move. The tightly choked throat heralded the coming of death, but his heart seemed to accept his fate, and he had no hope of life.

His years of experience had taught him that it was impossible to win against him. Rather than struggle and die in more pain, it is better to ......

He closed his eyes.

The expected pain of death did not come.

He opened his eyes uncertainly, and asked for a tentative look: "Young Master?!" ”

I saw him smiling, the faint purple in his eyes flowed, and his amazing appearance was displayed in front of him like this, he rarely saw the young master without a mask, but at this moment, he was so shocked by this excessively beautiful and almost bewitching appearance that he was speechless, how could someone, he never thought about it, how could someone look like this?

The man looked at him distractedly, frowned slightly, a little bored, and finally wiped his mask and put him on.

The subordinate was still stunned in place, and heard the young master's voice: "...... That kind of thing can also be called a treasure, Xiao Qi, you and I have not been short for a long time, and the vision of seeing things needs to be improved. ”

The sound quality is brilliant and the voice is smooth.

The subordinate nodded woodedly, and his mind gradually returned.

He walked lightly, stepping on the wooden floor without making a sound.

He looked at the huge landscape painting in front of him, the craggy boulders, the waterfalls that flew down the stones, and the distant mountains that stretched away, all in full view, he shook his head and exclaimed: "And the calligraphy and paintings in the wind are hard to find, the world says that this painting is good, but I don't know much about it." The day before yesterday, someone told me how this painting is exquisitely constructed, how it is unique, and how it has a deep meaning to withstand the price of ten thousand gold......"

He laughed lowly, his eyes were lazy and playful: "But I don't know, this is just my handiwork, where did I get the layout, what is the intention?"