The young man's white neck was stained with a glimmer of blood. Ersheng clenched his fists, he had at least an eighty percent chance of winning, and snatched the little girl's dagger without hurting his own father again.

It's a pity that the hand on the man's knee made a movement to stop his next move.

The two almost deceived each other, Nan Mo thought, this ambiguous gesture, if the scene is changed, it will be an elegant thing. It's a pity that her body is dry and her appearance is embarrassed, more like a street beggar.

Her coercion was non-threatening, the injury in her arm was close to the artery, and she had lost so much blood from strenuous exercise. She could even see her crumbling body trembling slightly, maybe the next moment she would be restrained, and the shadow in her eyes dimmed a little.

The desperate ruthlessness in the girl's eyes made the man in the pavilion smile deeper.

He gathered the black brocade big gun, and the thin and tall nose bridge even showed a little grace, but he did the best cover for her.

Nan Mo's eyebrows frowned slightly, and at his signal, he bent down and bent his knees on his knees.

The pavilion, the table of the eight immortals, the ornaments, and the man gave her the perfect angle to cover her figure.

The big man seemed to have asked someone, and in this way, there were more people who came into Beiyuan. The first is a little girl in warm orange clothes with willow eyebrows and almond eyes.

Nan Mo looked sideways, this man was dressed in white and plain robe, with delicate silver threads, and the cuffs were embroidered with flowing cloud patterns, faintly shining in the dark firelight.

It is the green ant new brewing wine, the small scene of the red clay small stove, and the steaming tea filling the pavilion with fragrance.

Nan Mo's dagger was against his waist.

His eyes are cold, lining the plum scene, and when he looks at it again, it is even cooler.

The man's facial features are not stunning and stunning, but because of his noble temperament, people can't take their eyes off it.

Looking carefully from Nan Mo's angle, the man's thumb was finely twisted on the white porcelain cup, as if the moonlight was beautiful and floating.

Nan Mo couldn't be sure, whether this person would open his mouth to call for help the next moment.

On the small table on the side, there were a few plain white plates. On the bone plate are coconut cakes, osmanthus cakes, hawthorn cakes, and all kinds of pastries, which can be seen not to be liked by the owner, because none of them have been moved.

In this dark and bright, it only adds a bit of style. Rao is a silhouette sketched in Sujing, which can make people's hearts shake.

Nan Mo looked through the table legs and glanced at the girl who came outside to find something but stood still, what kind of reason is this? Running out of words?

"Young Master"...... Xiumin subconsciously held her breath, and even slowed down the speed of speech.

Master? Nan Mo's heart was shocked, and he licked the corners of his chapped mouth, heh, he is still a noble master!

Next to the table of the Eight Immortals, thirteen tree-shaped copper lamps spiraled upwards from the roots, and the simple orange and yellow shadows swayed with the lights and shadows, casting a veil of mystery over everything here.

"Young master, there are thieves in this garden, it's better to let the next person search for it." Xiumin said hurriedly.

"There's Lao Xiumin, and the thief seems to have run out." The light voice seems to be quite uncaring.

Xiumin's face turned red, as if he had drunk wine. Unexpectedly, the young master still remembered his own name.

Xiumin took a deep breath, and the smell in the air was like the fragrance of pine branches.

Xiumin was in a trance, thinking that if it was salvation, the young master would be the best.

The aroma of the smoker covered the bloody atmosphere, Nan Mo's fingertips trembled, in that world, although her parents went early, her grandfather really loved her, and the concept of the older generation was different from the new, in addition to the inheritance of her own traditional Chinese medicine, it was the edification of some classical culture.

With his grandfather's guidance, Nan Mo didn't like those glamorous things.

It's a pity that she doesn't appreciate the classical elegance at the moment.

The reason why the Fang clan dared to make a move was precisely because Nan Mo had not yet gained a firm foothold in Xiyuan'er, and even if the Hou clan was no longer favored, it was not the Fang clan

If you want to clean up, you can do it at will, but you can only do it from the people under her.

Only when her identity is on the surface and known to the lord can she save her life, otherwise no one will care about the life or death of an insignificant chess piece.

After clearing her mind, Nan Mo's mind gradually calmed down, and she admitted that she opened herself up too early, but this was not a good thing, and she was left to die and come back to life.

Na Xiumin obviously didn't do enough, and he was sent away in three or two clicks.

Pavilion, white plum, plain view.

Recalling the "glimpse" before entering the pavilion, Nan Mo's heart moved, and he sighed quietly, the girls in Xiyuan said a lot of gossip about Master Jing.

Prostitutes, men and women are not taboo, this young man is between teenagers and young people, with delicate eyebrows and excellent bones. Master Jing has seen it, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as full of brains. That Xiumin called him the young master, but how could the eldest young master live in this dilapidated courtyard?