Dreams, a line of wind through the window, and a cold lamp.

How can you wake up with wine, smell the empty steps, and the night rain drops frequently.

Follow the path and be a world-poor guest for a long time.

Negative beauty, a few promises, then endure the past, the past party, turned into sorrow.

Qianqian's hands are plain, red teeth are clapping, the singing voice is like crying like a complaint, Liu Yiyi is wearing a gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wings, and there is a soul that penetrates into the bones in the graceful dancing.

Even if it is a woman, Yan Ruyi is so moved that she can't help it.

She finally understood why Ye Changsheng had a soft spot for Liu Yiyi.

Even if she is ten years younger, she can't compare to the little goblin in front of her.

Liu Yiyi stopped, sat on the soft couch, weakly raised a glass of wine, and drank it all.

Blood-colored liquor slid down the white collarbone, shimmering delicately in the pink light.

Liu Yiyi smiled and said, "Master Yan, what kind of wind blew you here?"

Yan Ruyi settled down and said indifferently: "I can give you one percent of the shares of Tianbao Pavilion." ”

Liu Yiyi was surprised: "Then you should go to Ye Changsheng, with your identity, at the door of the Sword Pavilion, it shouldn't be difficult to find a vacant land, right?"

A hint of shame and anger flashed in Yan Ruyi's eyes, but his expression became even darker.

In front of the main gate of the Sword Pavilion, in front of the backyard, there were powerful businessmen kneeling all over the ground, desperate officials.

Far away in the small building of the Ye Family Post Station outside the southern city, there were also many people kneeling.

After asking the Sword Pavilion to be frightened, the first thing several powerful families did when they returned home was to send their favorite concubine to Ye Changsheng.

It is rumored that Ye Changsheng is good at this.

Those who don't have concubines also hurry up to marry concubines, hurriedly marry into the door and then send them out.

It is said that two officials fell in love with a woman at the same time, and as a result, two teams of relatives fought on the street.

Later, the two family warriors who arrived joined the scuffle, and the scene got out of control for a while.

The past day was the most absurd day in the history of Nine Winds City.

In order to save their lives, in order to keep their glory and wealth, the powerful officials also fought hard.

Almost all those who have a little background in their families have sent people to the capital to find a good way to eliminate disasters and solve problems.

Yan Ruyi also planned to go to the capital, but she didn't dare to go until Ye Changsheng's understanding.

She knew very well that in the eyes of the major shareholders of Tianbao Pavilion, she was just a spokesperson for interests, to put it mildly, she was a dog.

When the years are quiet, her dog will live a very moist and human-like life.

Once something happens, she will be beaten back to her original form, ruthlessly abandoned, and carry all the pots on her back.

Now she is a dog with broken teeth, and the fate waiting for her can be imagined.

Yan Ruyi's eyes flashed with pain, looked at Liu Yiyi opposite, gritted his teeth and said, "Twenty percent shares, this is already all I have!"

Liu Yiyi chuckled and sighed lightly: "Yan Da is in charge, do you think you can give it to me, my white-haired lover, can't you give it?"

Yan Ruyi's heart sank, his hands were closed, and his nails were embedded in the flesh, causing bursts of pain.

She said with a pale face: "As long as you can help me, let me do anything!"

Liu Yiyi's beautiful eyes smiled like a crescent moon, got up suddenly, and walked towards Yan Ruyi.

Miaomu looked at Yan Ruyi's familiar body, she stretched out her hand, and her white fingers ran along Yan Ruyi's cheeks, gently brushing over.

Fingers all the way down, Yan Ruyi's whole body trembled, shaking.

Liu Yiyi suddenly stopped, smiled mischievously, turned around, dragged her long skirt, and walked towards the bed with the hibiscus tent.

May the low and nicknamed pillow, count the words carefully, the night of the river township, and the number of cold and more memories.

The sultry singing voice penetrates the layers of draped curtains and comes from the bed.

The delicate body of the beauty lying horizontally looms.

Yan Ruyi's cheeks were hot, tangled and struggling, and finally raised his steps and walked gracefully towards the hibiscus tent.

......

The night was deep and the river was surging.

The double-masted ship suddenly fell down a slope, and the bow of the ship slammed into the river, splashing the sky with broken jade.

The little prince Zuo Ciyun's clothes and hair were wet, and he let out a long roar of agitation.

Rubbing his face with his hand very heroically, Zuo Ciyun looked at Ye Changsheng beside him, and then at the sledgehammer behind Changsheng.

He beckoned to the sledgehammer excitedly: "Sledgehammer, can you play the iron lute, forget it, it doesn't matter if you can't play, just pluck the strings hard!"

Sledgehammer looked stunned, pipa he knew, and iron?

Fang Wuxian, who was frightened along the way, said with a smile: "Little Wangye, in this hurry, where is the iron pipa, this surging river, not worthy of your heroic state of mind?"

That's right, Zuo Ciyun nodded vigorously and stretched his neck, as if to see if there was a steeper river.

It's a pity that the river is flat and wide, glowing with black waves, and flows diffusely into the distance.

Zuo Ciyun took the handkerchief handed by the servant, wiped his wet hair, and said half-jokingly: "Ye Changsheng, why don't you speak, are you still thinking about those little concubines who are like flowers and jade?"

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Little prince, Liu Yiyi and I are really innocent, and I really don't feel good about that!"

He began to be grateful to the little prince, if it weren't for the little prince's hurry to let him cast his sword, I was afraid that he would have to stay in the provincial capital at this moment to deal with those powerful people, as well as the concubines brought by those powerful people.

When Zuo Ciyun heard Ye Changsheng's explanation, he couldn't help but laugh: "There is no need to explain to this king, let alone to the world." True and false, if you really don't eat the fireworks in the world, many people will guard against you. ”

Ye Changsheng nodded as if he had realized something.

This little prince is worthy of being a person from the royal family.

No one knows whether he is really naïve or falsely naïve, and no one can guess his thoughts, let alone which of his sentences is serious and which ones are joking.

This is probably the art of the emperor, right?

Ye Changsheng became a little uneasy and asked, "Little Prince, didn't His Royal Highness the Second Prince have any comments on that Jinchuan Sword?"

Zuo Ciyun thought for a moment and said, "Yes, the weight is too light, of course, that sword was not originally forged for him!"

"What else?" Ye Changsheng asked.

"Also," Zuo Ciyun thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "There's nothing else." My father couldn't go out for these years, and when he stayed in the capital, his body and bones became lazy. Every time he practices swords, he uses the broad-bladed Jinchuan sword, probably because he misses the battlefield. ”

The little prince smiled and comforted: "Ye Changsheng, you don't have to worry so much, this king is here now, you can still be worse than the first sword with the sword forged by a real person?"

That won't be, Ye Changsheng nodded reassuringly.

Changsheng is not worried about the quality of the sword, but is worried about the demonic thought in the Jinchuan sword.

If he had known that this sword would fall into the hands of the royal family or even the future king, he would definitely not have injected demonic thoughts into the sword.

With his current cultivation, his understanding of demonic thoughts is still half-understood, let alone to control demonic thoughts.

If someone detects the existence of demonic thoughts, his life will be over.

On the river ahead, there was another drop.

At the exclamation of the little prince, the bow of the ship sank sharply and rushed straight down the slope of the river.

At this moment, a mutation protruded.

A black arrow was silent, as fast as lightning, and flew in front of the little prince in an instant!