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"I know, miss." She looked back at the figure that was about to disappear beyond the sea of flowers, and followed quickly.

"Ronghe, what's wrong?" Gongsun Zhuoyue, who was immersed in singing and dancing, pulled out his mind and asked. She was too involved just now, but she didn't hear what Su Kui said.

Su Kui shook his head, "It's okay, this song and dance, this year, I'm only open this time, don't miss it." She raised her chin and motioned to Gongsun Zhuoyue to look at Huyang's stage and leave her alone.

Gongsun Zhuoyue heard that it was only once a year, and he didn't want to miss it, so he hurriedly looked over and stared closely, not wanting to miss the slightest detail.

-

A dinner party for both guests and hosts, and when it was time to leave, everyone felt unsatisfied.

Returning home by moonlight, almost everyone felt that every time they came to participate in the banquet in the Shen Mansion, there would be surprises waiting for them.

At the same time, when Su Kui was dispersing, she also told everyone that her store Lan Tingxu was about to open in three days, and she hoped that everyone who had time would go to the party.

I couldn't touch the gouache lip grease that Su Kui made before, and I had already seen what Gongsun used, and when I heard Su Kui's words, I immediately said that I would definitely go to the party.

Su Kui thanked them one by one, and gave each person a box of soap flowers, although the gift was light, it was important to be new.

-

After being busy for most of the night, and finally sending off the last group of people, Su Kui stood at the door of the Shen Mansion, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked up at the quiet night sky. The stars twinkle and the night sky is silent, and such a night cannot be seen in the modern haze when it is severe.

She smiled and said to Uncle Yu: "Close the door, Uncle Yu, everyone has worked hard tonight, go back and rest." ”

Yu Bo shook his head, looked at Su Kui's departing figure, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally sighed heavily, but still didn't make a sound.

If the old man is still there, those girls' families, which one is not very favored, playing the piano and embroidering every day, a day has passed. As busy as a young lady, at the age of sixteen, she has to carry such a heavy burden.

It's really, so distressing.

"Alas, life is miserable—" Yu Bo closed the door, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, stepped on the moonlight, and returned to the room.

It's half a night again.

-

Chongsi Temple, small Buddha Hall.

Devil May Cry found the small Buddha hall with a familiar way, and sure enough, he saw the lights flickering inside, and a black shadow was stretched extremely long, reflecting on the doors and windows. He pushed the door in, saw the man, shook his head and said, "Sir, it's so late, it's time to rest." Otherwise, it's time for your bones to hurt again. ”

"Okay." Mo Qianqiu put down the scriptures as he said, put the Buddha beads back on his wrist, got up and blew the Buddha lamp, and said, "Let's go." ”

The man in a green shirt was thin, and no one who saw this figure would not have thought that it was this person who had saved many lives with his own strength. But now, the hero has long been forgotten, and Mr. Tuliu is left with a hidden illness and is condemned day and night.

He's not a man who likes to kill.

Mo Qianqiu rubbed the Buddha beads on his wrist, his moist eyes were flat, and his tone was unclear: "It's good to just look at a few times." ”

"Uh...... That ......" Devil May Cry scratched his scalp, rubbed his hands a little embarrassed, and said: "Sir, I did say that I would only come back after a few glances, but the eldest lady's head didn't know what it was made of. ”

Then, without Mo Qianqiu's consent, he told Mo Qianqiu everything he saw that night.

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