The Sang Ling people are stupid.

She looked at her back and leaned slightly against the tablecloth, which was still a long way from the damp place, and her clothes should not get wet. But she was still a little flustered subconsciously, and her eyelashes trembled.

She didn't dare to look at the face in front of her, because the other party was sitting and she was standing, and she looked at it from a bottom-up angle, which was very clear, and she could take all of Su Luo's expressions into her eyes.

Therefore, when he suddenly saw the flames dancing in the clear and clean eyes of the other party, he hurriedly opened his eyes, and his waist was about to get up.

"Su Luo, you let me go."

Unexpectedly, the exit was with an unconfident softness that frightened her.

Su Luo felt that these words were a feather scratching his ears, so he followed his heart and pressed back the person in his arms who wanted to get up.

"I don't want to let go, and besides, I want to do something more excessive."

That's true.

"Shut up!"

Sang Ling's cheeks instantly flushed. "Su Luo, you hurry up and let go of me, I, I feel sleepy, I want to go back to rest!"

Su Luo's fingers moved slightly but he didn't let go at all, pretending not to hear it, there was a beating pulse in his palm, a moment, a moment, a moment, faster and faster, and the temperature gradually increased, all because of him.

For some reason, he suddenly became in a good mood, and the throbbing pain in his heart just now could be temporarily blocked, making him want to keep people even more. The movements of the hands seemed to be tight, trying to buckle the person tighter, but in the next second, the person was let go.

put the person on the bed gently, and took the quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt carefully for her. Didn't do anything more abrupt, so as not to frighten her. It's just that when I sit up, I'm a little distracted.

Sang Lingyuan opened her eyes, not half sleepy as she just said, and vigilantly hugged the quilt and looked at Su Luo, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed and not leaving. His complexion was still stained with a little flush, which was very different from his usual calm appearance, as if he had returned to the old days when he was in the deep house, and became the stupid hamster who was too thoughtful and always liked to bury his head in the sand.

Touched by the memories of the past, Su Luo only felt a little more trance under the moonlight, and gently patted her head with his hand as before.

"Sleep, I don't want to do the excessive things I just wanted to do, you can sleep at ease."

Sang Ling didn't believe it.

"Then you go to bed first, and change to two rooms tomorrow morning."

Su Luo nodded.

"Both."

Sang Ling continued to glare, and Su Luo blinked. Sang Ling looked at his buttocks, which he didn't want to move, and continued to stare at it, Su Luo blinked and reacted, only then sighed slightly and got up.

"It's really hard to deceive now, I'm leaving, you can sleep first."

As he spoke, he didn't go to the soft couch position, but opened the door and walked out.

Sang Ling sat up suddenly, her lips moved to ask, thinking of the embarrassing atmosphere just now, she still lay down, turned over and closed her eyes, and didn't care about him.

It's just that this time it's not as good as the previous second sleep, I don't know if it's this toss, she actually opened her eyes until dawn.

It was dark, and she quickly got up when she heard the voices of people in the corridor outside the door. Outside the door, Xiao Er heard the movement, knocked on the door and came in to deliver hot water to eat. Sang Ling washed up and ate breakfast, but Su Luo didn't come back. After a pause, he still took out the communication jade pendant and contacted him.

The communication jade pendant lit up twice, and the other party had already picked it up. Sang Ling just wanted to ask where he was, but he heard Su Luo say anxiously:

"Come on, something has happened to the storyteller."

When Sang Ling hurriedly came out of the inn and found Su Luo, it was already a stick of incense.

Su Luo took her around and around and entered an alley in the north of the city, which was full of high-ranking households and a large courtyard.

In one of them, the door wall was new, but the white flags were hung, and in Sang Ling's bad premonition, Su Luo took her into the courtyard where the white flags were hung.

As soon as I entered, there was a sparse wailing and crying, and the courtyard was all in a mess, scattered with servants who were busy cleaning up.

When they saw the two of them come in, the servant who was guarding the door did not ask where they were going, but they formally stuffed a stick of incense and led them to the spirit.

"My master is here."

Sang Ling saw that the color of the coffin was black, not the yellow of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person, it seemed that the dead person was not the storyteller, and she suddenly felt relieved.

The two simply offered incense and worshipped, only to see a thin man kneeling on the side of the coffin and burning paper with his head bowed.

Sang Ling thought about it, didn't bother first, retreated first, and found a place to stuff silver money for a servant and asked about it.

"I'm a friend of the master's family, and it's hard to ask if something happens suddenly. Dare to ask, what's going on in this house. ”

The servant immediately stuffed the money into his pocket, tiptoed to see that there was no one left and right, and only then did he dare to take a few steps closer and whispered:

"In the middle of the night last night, somehow, suddenly the old man couldn't do it, and the eldest young master also called someone to find the doctor, but I didn't want the doctor to arrive, so the master kicked his feet and couldn't save it."

Sang Ling was puzzled:

"Didn't you get rich yesterday, why did you lose your life so quickly?"

The servant looked a little more weird, but he didn't say anything.

Su Luo stuffed another handful of silver coins, and the servant immediately moved his mouth, suppressing his voice extremely low.

"It's weird in our city, and there are always people who somehow get rich and get rich, and then they start dying. It is a sudden death, and the whole family is dead, and no one is spared. ”

This is the same as what the helpers at the clothing store said yesterday.

Sang Ling asked again:

"Since when did no one look into the cause of this? Does no one care? ”

The servant said strangely:

"It's just rumors, who knows if it's from the wind. I really don't know when it started, but this statement has been rumored for a long time, and I don't know where it started. ”

Sang Ling frowned, and was about to speak, when she suddenly heard a noisy noise in front of the court, and one of the angry scolding voices was very familiar, as if it was a storyteller.

As soon as I passed, I saw a group of thugs throwing a man on the ground, and one of them was holding a paper and waving it at the storyteller, with a huge range of movements, and almost missed the filial piety towel on the storyteller's head.

This was so disrespectful to the deceased that the storyteller soon got into an argument with the thugs.

The smoke became heavier and heavier, and suddenly he saw the man on the ground being kicked by someone, let out a cry of pain, and immediately stopped the dispute between the two.

The thug retracted his foot and impatiently shouted at the storyteller:

"Pay quickly, don't make any noise. He also said that we are disrespectful to the dead, just your brother, your father and son! When his old father died violently, he was still gambling in our gambling house, what kind of filial piety is this, and he is not afraid of people laughing and losing his teeth when he says it. ”

The storyteller's thin and pale face became even more ugly, and he suddenly became angry when he noticed the disdainful and mocking eyes of the crowd. But this anger suddenly became pale and powerless in the eyes of the thug leader.

Then the storyteller had no intention of arguing any longer, so he asked the servant to help his drunken brother down, and without looking at the money on the IOU, he directly ordered the servant to take the money and pay it off, and then he knelt down in front of the spirit again in exhaustion, and put the yellow paper into the brazier one by one.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a person squatting next to him, and he turned his head to see that it was the female cultivator from yesterday's teahouse.

"Why are you here?!"

Sang Ling looked at the yellow paper in the basin that was about to burn out of the brazier, picked up the bamboo pole and poked it, poked the flame back, and then said lightly:

"Originally, I wanted to ask you to write a story."

The storyteller smiled bitterly and refused without thinking about it:

"It's a mess in the next house, and it's really unthinking."

Sang Ling is not the kind of black-hearted capitalist who does not agree with the employee's bereavement leave, the deceased is the greatest, and he did not continue to talk about it. However, the storyteller was strange, and after thinking about it, she asked:

"Is there anything strange about your father's sudden richness?"

The storyteller frowned for a moment before he said:

"My father was a farmer, so there's something weird."

Su Luo, who was standing next to him, couldn't listen anymore:

"But how could the farmer suddenly become rich, not only moved to the north of the city, but also bought so many slaves, and your brother's IOU has countless gold and silver, and you paid it without blinking an eye. You say, "Where did your father come from with such a great fortune?" ”

The storyteller stood up with a snort, touched by these words, and was extremely angry.

"Get out, get out of here! I don't owe you any money, and I can't allow you to say that my father is not! ”

The storyteller was so agitated that he shouted and screamed, pointed his finger to the doorway, and drove them away with all his might. Sang Ling still wanted to explain, but the other party couldn't listen to it at all.

After a stalemate for a while, the man who didn't want to tell the story suddenly rolled his eyes and fell backwards suddenly.

Sang Ling, who was standing closer, hurriedly stretched out her hand to pick up the person, not wanting a servant who happened to be passing by next to her to be pulled up by Su Luo and placed under the storyteller.

Su Luo disgusted the storyteller who was not in the middle, and saw that his breath was quite stable, at least he couldn't die, so he took Sang Ling to the side.

Before the passing servant could react, why did he suddenly lie on the ground, and he felt a weight on his back, and a huge object smashed on his back, knocking him out with a bang.

Sang Ling stretched out her hand and stood blankly for a moment before turning her head to look at the initiator.

"You just ......"

Su Luo didn't feel guilty.

"Don't blame me for calling this man so weak and fainting?"

Sang Ling coughed lightly, thought about it, and still called the servants outside.

"Your master is faint, but fortunately this loyal servant has laid him down, and it should be fine. You'd better help your master down first, and then call the doctor to come and see him." ”

The servant did not suspect it at all, and hastened to do it.

Su Luo covered his mouth and smiled, and Sang Ling glanced at him angrily.

"I'm going to make up for what you did! When he wakes up, I'll see what you do! ”

Su Luo spread his hands, looking very innocent:

"He's not in good health and he's going to faint when he's emotional, can he blame me? Besides, isn't it a good thing that this servant can stand up for his master in times of crisis and easily and effortlessly gain the reputation of a loyal servant? ”..

Good guy, obviously he is ruthless, but this time he has become a good person, Sang Ling can be regarded as seeing what a real master is.

By the time the storyteller woke up again, it was already afternoon.

The servant intimately described what had just happened, when he heard that he had been padded by a loyal servant so that he would not hurt the back of his head and become a fool. The storyteller hurried to reward him, and smashed the servant who still wanted to tell the truth into a daze, and could no longer open his mouth to tell the truth.

And Sang Ling and Su Luo, who were helping each other, also became guests and were invited into the flower hall to receive them.

The storyteller was still a little dizzy, and walked in step by step, at this time Sang Ling and Su Luo had already arrived for a while.

He hurriedly thanked him:

"Thank you just now, but I was also emotional, but fortunately, the two of you are willing to call someone regardless of their previous suspicions."

Sang Ling pursed her lips embarrassedly and did not answer.

Su Luo called people up very naturally and sat down to drink tea together.

"You don't need to thank you, it's just that you just asked for what you just said, and you just agree."

The storyteller smiled bitterly:

"At home, I really can't say it, I can't write it. If you are not in a hurry, wait for me in January, and when your mind is calm, you can give it a try. ”

Su Luo frowned, not satisfied, but Sang Ling coughed lightly and agreed.

"That's how it should be, the big changes in the family are always unsettling. We'll wait for your Excellency in January, and when you're well, we'll prepare for this. ”

"Thank you."

The storyteller didn't expect this dangerous-looking female cultivator to be easy to talk to, and while looking at the young man's obviously good-looking face, he secretly sighed, he really can't just look at his face, this young man is obviously a ruthless character.

Thinking like this, I suddenly felt a cold all over my body, and when I raised my eyes again, it was the young man who was still sighing just now who looked at it with a smile.

"What? Why keep looking at me. ”

The storyteller shuddered and quickly denied it:

"No, no, no, I just think you're good-looking! Nothing else. ”

Sang Ling sneered, instantly diluting the chill in Su Luo's eyes, and he glanced at the storyteller warningly before retracting his gaze, don't think he didn't see what this person was talking about him just now.

At this time, the storyteller simply shed tears in his heart, this person is really a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing.

Seeing that the young man poured tea for the woman again, and fanned the wind, he was so attentive and caring that he only felt that this woman didn't know whether it was lucky or unlucky, and provoked such a person, he moved his mouth, and finally didn't dare to continue, only buried this idea to death, and didn't dare to be discovered by this young man.