Today is the robber who encountered the robbery and can't explain it clearly, Ziwei Cherry's small mouth opened, wanting to protest to the masked man, but in the end he didn't say anything and closed it obediently. [Biqu Ge free reading.>

Ziwei looked down at her masterpiece, one, two, three ......! Oh my God, why did you accidentally break ten vases.

Impulsiveness is the devil,

Impulsiveness is punished.

Retribution, retribution,

Why does this scenario have a similar feeling, and what went wrong?

Ziwei was secretly anxious in a cold sweat.

The man in black stretched out his index finger and continued to tap on the armrest of the chair, urging Ziwei to hurry up and hand over the silver ticket.

Isn't this a blatant robbery with a staff in broad daylight?

The sound of "dong dong" ignited Ziwei's anger like adding fuel to the fire, and she shouted coquettishly: "The dignified Qiguo, is there no royal law, let you do whatever you want, you are not afraid of going to court and convicting you of blackmail and robbery?" ”

The 40,000 taels of silver tickets floated to the windowsill, and the man in black disappeared with the scroll. All four lights went out at the same time, and the room was dark.

Ziwei was stunned for a moment, and understood that one vase was one thousand taels, and ten vases totaled ten thousand taels. There are so many of these vases, why didn't Jia Qi tell her that the vases were worth so many silver taels?

It was pitch black in front of her, and Ziwei, who was struggling, would soon be relieved, and she bargained with the man in black to annoy the man in black, who was unwilling to do business with her.

Ziwei hurriedly raised her throat: "Hero, wait, the damage has to be compensated, the vase was broken by me, I will compensate you right now." ”

As soon as the voice fell, suddenly, the eyes lit up, and the four lamps were lit at the same time, the lights were on and off, the room was flickering and dark, and it was even more treacherous and cruel to the man in black.

She felt that his opponent was simply a devil, and he looked at her from a dark corner, observing her, as if he knew his prey well, knew all her secrets, and seemed treacherous.

She felt an invisible net covering her, unable to break free and keep cutting.

Ziwei was angry, but she didn't dare to jump up, she was in the light, her opponent was in the dark, and she couldn't get cheap when she made trouble.

The mountain will not turn around, and one day you will turn into my hands, and then I will take back the humiliation and profit, and ask you to kneel on the ground and beg me.

"Hmph, the rabbit's tail can't grow, so I'll make you proud for a few days."

"Hmph, shit, knock on my bamboo pole, I'll make you die ugly!" Ziwei cursed with self-pity, gritted her teeth helplessly, took out 10,000 taels of silver tickets from her sleeve pocket, and threw 50,000 taels of silver tickets to the other party with a sneer: "Are you satisfied, now give me what I want?" As long as you dare to lie to me, I will let you die without a place to bury, and set a fire to your hidden building. ”

The scroll fell in front of me.

The big clear eyes locked the scroll firmly, as if trying to see through it.

Word by word, they dug it out and lined up in front of her. Ziwei hesitated, not daring to reach for the scroll, afraid of seeing what she didn't want to see.

"Ahem," a low cough came from the windowsill.

seems to urge crape myrtle to make up her mind as soon as possible.

A white and tender Rouyi slowly stretched forward, and paused when she approached the scroll, and after a while, Ziwei gritted her teeth, grabbed the scroll and held it in her arms, like a hot potato, "bang" her heart beat non-stop.

Sitting on the chair, picking up the cup on the table, raising his head and drinking the tea in the cup, the cool tea suppressed the resentment, and the anger in his heart gradually lowered. She leaned back in her chair and found a comfortable place to sit, her eyes slightly closed, shielding everything in the room from view.

Secretly prayed: Don't be fine; Don't be fine!

Like eighteen buckets loaded, she took a deep breath, calmed the irritability in her heart, and slowly made the hanging heart gradually return to its place. Gradually opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the scroll, and the small scroll was heavy like a thousand pounds of lead in his hand.

The scroll slowly opens and the first thing that catches your eye is a beautiful landscape painting, painting the cottage water rhyme and mountain spirit, surrounded by peaks such as green screens, distant mountains are light blue and towering, and the mountains are stacked and beautiful.

The glazed cornices and square brick arrows on the gatehouse of the cottage, the beautiful peaks and mountains along the roadside, and the flowers and trees are sparse; the shallow water of the lake; The exquisite and elegant wooden houses and villas, together with the yellow water cloud cottage flag, are shrouded in golden glow. There is an ethereal feeling under the slanting glow of the veins. It makes people intoxicated in an instant.

A stream flows through the cottage, separates the cottage from the cliff natural danger, in the place leading to the cottage, hangs the suspension bridge, a young man in plain white clothes in front of the village, holding a whip in his hand, a body of autumn frost, riding a horse from the peak rock show interspersed, running on the straight road leading to the cottage.

There are mountains and waters, and there are good people on the water side.

The beautiful and tranquil picture of a fairyland deeply touched Ziwei's heart.

The reels slowly continued to open.

Immediately, the young man spurred the horse to look back, the distant peaks and mountains were close to the bottom of the eyes, surrounded by the mountains and recesses, and the houses were exquisite and beautiful. The string of red lanterns under the eaves of the wooden house villa is as beautiful as a lover's eye through the trees. The fragrant trees are thick and shady, the eyes are full of green branches, the wild verdant dripping, the layers of deep and shallow, thick accumulation of undulating green that wants to flow, smudge the world and refresh people's hearts. Immersed in it, it makes people feel like they have wings in their armpits, and they are fascinated to fly. And the morning mist floating on the peaks and swirling around it, like silky wisps, suddenly light, stretched out its hand, it drifted away faintly, turned around, and it leaned on its side again.

The boy rode his horse and galloped on the shore of the lake in the cottage.

The lake is like the charming eyes of Fengyan Cottage, rippling with waves, the lakeside is full of grass and trees, and the trees are full of green cherry cherry fruits, which are indescribably fragrant and lovely. Rows of wooden houses are built on the water by the lake, and the shimmering water shadows sway on the green window screen. I saw scoops, spoons, pots, and shovels hanging on the walls of the wooden house, and the cupboards were complete.

Ziwei couldn't help but be stupid, and she was obsessed: how good it would be to have a relationship with a confidant, live here in the clear water and green fields, and watch the clouds gather and disperse during the day.

Ziwei held the picture scroll, thinking infatuated in her heart, if she could throw away the grievances and hatreds in the world, she would live here, hidden between the mountains and rivers,

Climb the mountain in the morning to see the sunrise, between the mountains and rivers, between the heaven and the earth, feel the charm of nature, dilute a common idea in the world, sit on the swing on the hillside, gently and leisurely, the mountain, the tree, the sky and I will flutter together. In a trance, the mountain is me, and I am the mountain. In the cycle of the sun and the moon, it has been verdant here for a thousand years, just for one to wait.

Thousands of mountains and rivers may be waiting for me, and I may have traveled through thousands of years to come here for the thousands of mountains and rivers here

Intoxicated, drunk, drunk in the boundless green

Crape myrtle is drunk in the realm of self-landscape.

It took a long time for her to slowly open the scroll again, her eyes froze, and the hazy drunkenness just now dissipated in an instant, and the dream of wading through the red dust to a verdant dawn was instantly shattered.

"Nope! This is not true? A terrible scream rang out in the dim light.

Chapter 144: Burning the Cottage:/

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