The minotaur glanced at each other and felt a little inexplicable.

"You two shit! If something happens in the underworld, it can't help at all! Hades said angrily.

The bull head and horse face are even more aggrieved, they obviously went to heaven with the king of Hades, okay?

"But ......"

The two tried to argue, but were interrupted by Hades.

"If you don't chase after it, that stinky boy will be gone." Hades gave another kick.

The helpless two could only chase Yan Long.

It wasn't until they cornered Yan Long that the two of them dusted off the sand from their bodies.

"Uncle Niutou, Uncle Ma Mian, don't try to catch me back!" Yan Long held the baby motionless, thinking about how to escape quickly.

"Okay, stinky boy, I have been in conflict with your father for hundreds of years, isn't it enough?" Niu Tou took out a box of cigarettes from his suit pocket, shook out one and put it in his mouth to light it.

Today's young man, he is really energetic! Niu Tou had to sigh, he was really old, and he almost didn't catch up with Yan Long, a stinky boy.

"Why won't he let me see my mother? His heart was as stinky and hard as a stone in a pit. Yan Long roared.

Ma Mian patted Niu Tou's shoulder and whispered, "Little Niu, you just tell the stinky boy about what happened back then." ”

"Can you speak? After talking about it, turning around is not a matter of being kicked by Hades. The bull head shook his head, he didn't want to be punished by Hades.

Ma Mian sighed and only said, "Xiaolong, you come with me." ”

He took Yan Long back to the intermediary where he was stationed, and dug out a small jewelry box from the broker's warehouse.

"Well, this is left by your mother."

Yan Long carefully opened the jewelry box and saw a delicate pearl hairpin.

"Your dad is not as ruthless as you think. Let's start with this hairpin......"

Five hundred years ago, the king of Hades assumed the alias Yan Yi to visit Jizo, who had been in the human world.

Fireworks in March, spring has just arrived, Yan Yi, who has not been in the world for a long time, sits on a flat boat in the lake.

There was still a chill in the spring breeze, but Yan Yi was wearing a separate black shirt and sitting in the lake breeze drinking.

"Childe, you are really in good health, little old man, I was blown by this lake wind! If my bones hurt, I won't be able to row this boat for a few years. The old man who was holding the boat was envious.

I just think that the current young man really needs to be demeanor and not warm, he is still wearing a jacket, but this black-shirted man is half-exposed with his chest and a wild posture.

To say that this son is good-looking, he is burly, heroic, and has a murderous atmosphere between his eyebrows.

The old man who was holding the boat suspected that the black-shirted man was a general.

There was a faint sound of singing and piano in the lake, and Yan Yi followed the beautiful sound to find it, and saw that there was a painting boat decorated with a light gauze curtain in the lake.

The sound came from the boat.

There was a window open in the painting boat, and Yan Yi asked the old man to bring the boat closer to the painting boat to see who was playing and singing.

There was a girl in the painting boat who approached the window, but the sound did not stop, Yan Yi knew that the girl who was playing and singing was not the woman who was raising flowers by the window.

The woman by the window slowly grabbed the petals from the flower basket and lifted them into the lake, where there were many pink boats in a short time.

Suddenly, the woman who raised the flowers exclaimed, "Oh no! ”

Yan Yi saw a shining jeweled object fall into the water. The singing stopped abruptly, and a girl in a green shirt stood beside the woman with flowers.

"What's all the fuss?" The girl in the green shirt was still holding a pipa in her hand, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were like lakes.

"Girl, I'm sorry, I just accidentally threw the pearl hairpin that Young Master Zhen gave you into the lake." The Yanghua woman said eagerly.

That was the hairpin that Zhen Shaorong, the eldest young master of Zhenjiazhuang, gave to the girl, and it was lost, how can this be good?

Before the girl holding the lute could speak, she heard a pop, and in the blink of an eye, a black shadow jumped into the water.

The lake water in early spring still had a biting chill, but Yan Yi didn't care, he only had the hairpin that fell on the stone in the lake in his eyes.

When the hairpin arrived, Yan Yi quickly drilled out of the water.

"Girl, your hairpin."

The girl holding the pipa pursed the corners of her lips and said softly: "Son, come up quickly, the lake is cold." ”

Yan Yi boarded the boat and handed the pearl hairpin back to the girl holding the pipa.

The girl burst out laughing: "How can anyone be so stupid, the lake is so cold, you will have typhoid fever." ”

"I'm not afraid of the cold." Yan Yi said expressionlessly.

"My name is Qingluo, what's your name?" The girl holding the pipa put the pipa on the shelf and reached out to take the pearl hairpin in Yan Yi's hand.

Yan Yi was wet all over, dripping water constantly, and he said in a deep voice, "My name is Yan Yi." ”

Qingluo covered her lips and chuckled, and hurriedly asked the maid to bring a dry cloth to wipe it for Yan Yi.

"Young Master Yan, why don't you return to Yan with Qingluo and change your clothes?" Qingluo generously proposed.

Yan Returns is the most well-known Qinglou in the city, and Qingluo Girl is the Oiran in this Yan Return.

Qingluo only accepts eye-catching guests, and only plays the piano and accompanies poetry and wine, and does not sell herself.

Yan Yi nodded, followed Qingluo back to Yan and returned, and happened to meet someone clamoring to see Miss Qingluo.

It was a gentleman, relying on his family's money, so he ran to Yan to return every now and then to see Miss Qingluo.

Qingluo had seen him once, he was really a hungry ghost, and he kicked people out after playing a song.

"Girl, the pervert is here again." The maid Xiaopei was disgusted, and last time this pervert almost wanted to do it with her.

"It's okay, just say I have a guest today." Qingluo sent Xiaopei to send the gentleman.

Yan Yi had already consciously taken off his wet clothes, and as soon as Qingluo turned around, he saw his naked back.

"Young Master Yan, Qingluo doesn't sell herself." Qingluo was shy and unspeakable, she never thought that this son would be a hungry ghost.

Yan Yi didn't care, and only said, "Trouble Miss Qingluo to clean my clothes for me." ”

Seeing that he didn't mean to be light, Qingluo relieved herself.

In this green building, there are always men's clothes, all of which are bought from ready-to-wear stores, one style and one shape.

was jokingly called a prostitute customer service by the people in the city.

The materials are cheap, and they are dirty clothes made of the cheapest white cloth, Qingluo didn't expect that such simple clothes would reveal an extraordinary heroic spirit when worn on Yan Yi.

"Young Master Yan, I have a regular guest coming, I have to see it, and I ask Gongzi to hide behind the screen." The guest Qingluo wants to see is Zhen Shaorong.

Zhen Shaorong sighed and entered the door, and the paper fan in his hand couldn't stop knocking on the table.

"Young Master Zhen, what's wrong?" Qingluo added a cup of tea to Zhen Shaorong, "If you have any troubles, you can tell Qingluo." ”

Before Zhen Shaorong could speak, Qingluo guessed: "Could it be Miss An's business again?" She hit you again? ”