Chapter 167: Yang Liu Qingqing (12)
On the second day, watching Ah Yu and Zhao Yu say goodbye, and when they walked to the door, the old housekeeper was waiting here with a bamboo basket, and he lifted the long cloth, and there were crabs inside.
It's good to say that it's okay to send it once, and if you send it in a row, there is something to say, so he asked the housekeeper, but there is something outside the staff that needs Ye to serve.
The old housekeeper didn't even say no, and sent the father and daughter out of the Zhao Mansion with a smile.
People didn't want to say it, so he didn't think much about it, went home with Ah Yu, and kept only two crabs as they did yesterday, planning to cook porridge and drink tomorrow morning.
"Can we be in the rivers and lakes, always like this, chic and free?"
The lake was as deep as the night, the evening breeze was blowing, the waves were crashing, and the quiet sound of the water was combined with Qingqing's words, so gentle.
"Of course, hasn't it always been like this?" he lay on the boat, his eyes scattered in the endless black night sky, Qingqing looked into his eyes, and found that there was no light in his eyes...... Did he not care about the moon and stars in the night sky, those brilliant and romantic lights, but only immersed in the deep darkness.
Like, a cloud in the lonely night sky.
"It used to be like this, maybe because of the youth. But since you have learned useless swordsmanship, it is like putting on a layer of bondage - laughing, powerless, playing, absent-minded. β
"Whether in the rivers and lakes or elsewhere, it is impossible to be a man who is always chic and free. He poured the wine from the cup into his mouth.
"I don't think so. She stroked the face of the melancholy man underneath her body, "It was okay before, why can't it be in the future?"
He put down his glass, put his arms around her, and said calmly, "Because people's troubles are always increasing." β
Tonight's night breeze already has the breath of autumn, cool, clean, with an inexplicably sentimental mystical mana.
After eating, he listened to Jiang Shouhua tell Ah Yu two Buddhist stories, watched Ah Yu wash up, and went to sleep in the back room, he returned to the yard, rested his legs on the stool, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and listened to the murmur in the wind.
It can be said that in the previous half a year, most of them were calm and peaceful, but now such anxiety and restlessness have never been there, and it is difficult to adapt for a while.
Someone walked slowly to the side.
He didn't open his eyes and said, "It's as if I haven't seen you through those clogs these days." β
"I won't wear it at home anymore. β
"Why?"
"Because you're always looking at my feet. β
When he heard this answer, he was silent, because the latter words are not easy to say, for example, if you say that her feet are beautiful, she will ask, "Isn't her face beautiful?"
Rather than be silent afterward, it is better not to speak at the beginning.
But he didn't want her to ask anything else, such as yesterday's question, and in fact, he couldn't answer it himself.
If it was changed to Qingqing, he would definitely not ask, because Qingqing knew Ye Yunsheng better than him......
Just as he was thinking, he opened his eyes and looked towards a certain place almost together with Jiang Shouhua.
Then, he retracted his gaze, and it didn't seem to be any different from Fang Cai.
And that place is the roof of a family in the compartment. As they withdrew their gaze, a man in black suddenly appeared, leaning on the roof, looking into the courtyard on their side.
"I went to look at Ah Yu. β
"Well, I've been working hard for you lately. β
He was still lying down, listening to Jiang Shouhua walking away, and said secretly in his heart: "It's finally here." β
............
The man in black on the roof was very patient, and he lay motionless like a stone.
Ye Yunsheng sat idle for a while, and then went to the firewood room to get wine to drink.
Just a few plates of leftovers.
Until the third watch, the leftovers were all eaten, and two jars of wine were drunk.
He seemed a little dazed, staggered to his feet, went into the firewood room, and came out again after a while, muttering, "Bad luck, there is no wine." I'm having a good time, how is this good? β
He walked out of the courtyard, closed the door with his hand, carried an empty wine jar, and stumbled down the alley, and when he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, a black figure jumped out from behind a wall behind him. He was defenseless, and was hit in the back of the neck by this man, and immediately fell to the ground, and the wine jar in his hand also fell into several petals.
More than a dozen young men and women jumped out from behind the walls on both sides of the alley, and several more men walked in from Fukang Street outside the alley, and a group of people gathered around.
"That's it?"
"Otherwise, if you are good at martial arts, you won't be plotted?"
"Stop talking nonsense, let me cut off his head and avenge my brothers and sisters!"
"Wait, you forgot the Red Lady's orders?"
"Aunt Hong only said to take him back, but she didn't say whether she wanted to live or die. β
"The knife on your side is very fast, how do you tell us to go back?"
"Yes, don't make a good deal and lose it in the end, so that everyone will be punished together!"
These people quarreled for a while, and in the end, they took the opinions of most people and brought Ye Yun back to life.
Then he tied his hands and feet with oxen tendon ropes, and put a cloth cover over his head, and told one of them to carry it on his body, and three of them went away first.
More than a dozen people remained in the alley, two of whom were talking.
"There was also a little lady in the house, with a girl. β
"Does the little lady know martial arts?"
"It looks like there is martial arts. β
"What about the girl?"
"At the age of six or seven, she is a useless daughter in the world. β
"Okay, take the little lady and the girl away. The big ones are for the brothers, and the small ones are arranged in the hook bar first, waiting for the red lady to order. β
"Everyone is quiet, the city is looking for us these days. β
These are all people with higher martial arts skills in the troupe, and they want to deal with a little lady, but they are not very careful, and they are not very cautious, so they jumped into Ye Yunsheng's courtyard and touched the room behind.
Before I came to the edge of the house, I saw that the door in front of me was pushed open, and a woman in white walked out, with a pair of clogs, white ropes, round heads, pear blossom wood, and barefoot stepping on it, and landing on the ground with a crisp "tuk-tuk" sound.
She had short hair, and her facial features were delicate and beautiful, and in the night, she was even more feminine and beautiful, like a fairy who went down to the mortal world and came out of the house to greet everyone.
These people are all in the troupe, either excellent or prostitutes, they are already good-looking, and several of them even felt that the women in the world were just a little taller than themselves. Seeing this woman, there was suddenly a sense of wild duck touching the phoenix, the little white flower overlooking the peony, and the lotus pond looking up at the moonlight, and involuntarily having an inferiority complex and looking away.
The men went from shock at the beginning to joy later - the opera troupe is famous for its secrecy in the rivers and lakes, and it is not very outstanding for martial arts and power, but there is one point, others are inferior.
That is the matter of men and women, in which the methods, types, and means can be said to be rare in the worldβthat is, those who do this business study these things every day, and how can they compare with others?
Therefore, as long as you bring this fairy back, you can let her taste the taste of immortals and mortals......
The three men rushed over without saying a word, and did not use their weapons, trying to capture her properly.
Of course, if they knew that this smiling and smiling fairy, even the small tear mole hanging from the corner of his right eye was so beautiful that he could breathe away from the breath of the world and the troubles of the world;