The spring is full of courtyards, and it is not the spring of peach blossoms blooming in the middle of summer, but the Lichun Building in Huanggang Town is full of spring in the four seasons every year.

The blanket is pink, the curtain is pink, the bed is pink, and the girl's smile is even more pink.

The people who come here are not for the knot, but the mandarin ducks at the bottom of the pink lantern tent night and night, whether it is a martial arts knight or a local tyrant and a shoddy gentleman, they are happy to come here, and none of them are men, because this is a man's paradise.

If you are a man, you will have fun, and the man sitting in the Oiran room of Lichun Tower at this time is also here to have fun, and he is still the man who can find fun the most in the world, which is recognized on the rivers and lakes, but it is by no means derogatory.

This man was dressed in a blue brocade robe and jade robe, which was the best material for Ruifuxiang in the capital, and his black hair was tied high by a silver hairpin, and it was also decorated with a delicate and moving blue gem. Whether a person loves life or not can be seen from the way he dresses, it is clear that he loves and loves his life.

At this moment, he twisted a jade cup with his unusually slender fingers, and the glass was full of wine, but he didn't drink it, but just used his "three eyes" to see the wine inside through the jade cup through the pink lamp, and the wine presented a fantastic and magnificent scene under the rendering of the lamp.

This person is Qing Xiaonian.

Sitting opposite him was a woman with a delicate body but not light, she was the Oiran of Lichun Tower, named Su Lian.

Just like the name is pure-hearted and desireless, although she is in Hongchen, she is selling herself and not performing arts, and in the face of the man in front of her, she really wants to sell something, but he seems to understand Hongchen, and every time he comes, he spends a lot of money, just letting himself drink with him but does nothing. But today is different from the past, today he did not drink any wine, but just held the wine glass and looked at it for half an hour, without saying a word.

Su Lian said softly: "Childe doesn't have anything on his mind." ”

Her voice was so soft and soft that any man who listened to it couldn't help but fall into her gentle country, even if he wasn't drunk.

Qing Xiaonian stared at the blood-red bewitching in the cup and shook his head.

After all, Su Lian was born in Qinglou, and her ability to observe words and colors is naturally stronger. Seeing that Qing Xiaonian didn't speak, he stood up and walked behind Qing Xiaonian with a graceful posture, and put a pair of slender hands on Qing Xiaonian's back shoulders.

She could naturally see that Qing Xiaonian had something on her mind: "Childe might as well say it directly, although the little woman is in the red dust, she will also solve problems for Childe." ”

Saying that, her whole body was already paralyzed on Qing Xiaonian's body, and a pair of strong and soft breasts were naturally pressed on her back, and Qing Xiaonian felt the tenderness like water. Her body was soft, like the silk silk of Ruifuxiang.

She is active, if this action is called frivolity on a man, she will definitely be slapped in the face and scolded as a thief, but on a woman, it is amorous, so men and women are not equal.

The solution she said actually had another meaning, she just thought that all men needed to be released when they were in a bad mood, and she meant that. She doesn't mind giving Qing Xiaonian what she once had a rich man asking for 10,000 taels for free, she is also a woman, a woman in Qinglou, but she needs to solve problems more than men, but at this time men and women are equal.

Today's celebration of Xiaonian is indeed a little unpleasant, if he is in the past, he will definitely enjoy it, but at this time, he is not in such a mood, and his expression is even more sad.

He sighed, "What would you do if all the people in the world wanted your life?" ”

Su Lian lay on Qing Xiaonian's body like a plump and docile cat, although separated by two layers of clothes, she still felt the real hot body temperature of the two, and said in a voice that was gentle enough to ooze water: "I will escape." ”

Qing Xiaonian said: "Really?"

Su Lian said: "Otherwise, will you have to wait for death?" ”

Qing Xiaonian didn't say a word, got up solemnly, and didn't care about pity for the fragrance and jade, so he flashed Su Lian aside.

The latter is the body lost its support point, and the whole person almost smashed on the corner of the table, if it weren't for her quick reaction, this incomparably springy face would really bloom.

She looked at Qing Xiaonian's back, didn't care about being angry, and said eagerly: "Where are you going?"

Qing Xiaonian's body had already swayed to the door, and he turned his back and said, "Of course it's running." ”

Su Lian said, "There is no one here who wants to kill you, why are you running away?"

Qing Xiaonian said: "Are you a ghost?"

Su Lian was suddenly stunned, her face was red and white, cloudy and uncertain, and her eyes looking at Qing Xiaonian were not gentle, and she said gloomily: "How do you know." ”

Qing Xiaonian said in a relaxed tone: "Since so many people want my life, do you think I can't smell the poison in the wine?"

Su Lian asked again, "Then how do you know that it must have been poisoned by me?"

Qing Xiaonian sighed and said, "You shouldn't take the initiative to lie on me." ”

Seeing that the matter was revealed, Su Lian couldn't care about the softness that a woman should have, so she took out a slender and sharp long sword from her sleeve, and with a flash of cold light, she stabbed Qing Xiaonian in the back like a sharp blow!

Su Lian's softness swept away, and all that could be seen on her face was hideous, and she shouted: "The little girl also came to teach the unparalleled finger skills of the prince, and see if it is really as divine as the people in the rivers and lakes say." ”

Qing Xiaonian still turned his back, and didn't turn his head, just stretched out a finger and stuck it on his back, and put the sword blade on his fingertips.

Su Lian changed color in shock, it was the first time she had seen the finger engraved Loulan, but her expression was the same as that of ordinary people who had seen this trick, these hands were too weird.

The sword has taken root, and Su Lian's heart is dead.

Qing Xiaonian still turned his back to her, couldn't see his joy or anger, and said, "You go, I won't kill women." ”

Su Lian's eyes were full of tenderness again, and she was just about to say something, when suddenly there was a sound of wind breaking from outside the door, and a small white light appeared through the gap in the door, shooting straight at the two of them.

Qing Xiaonian's figure suddenly shook, subconsciously avoiding the white light, and suddenly remembered Su Lian behind him, but it was too late.

The white light had pierced Su Lian's skull, and it was nailed to the wall behind her.

It turned out to be a very fine silver needle.

Suddenly I heard a wild laugh outside the door, and at this moment, a man walked straight in, he did not hit the door or kick the door, and walked in like this.

The door, made of thick planks, was shattered in front of him like a blank sheet of paper.

The man stood in the doorway, tall and strong, with a very dark complexion, like a piece of freshly burned black coal, with a flaming beard on his face, and in his hand a short, thick pen, which was a judge's pen.

I don't know if this appearance is Zhong Kui he imitated or the portrait was copied according to his appearance, the two are like a mother's womb, but one thing is certain, Zhong Kui in the portrait is dead, and the person is alive. This man is the judge of death.

He still laughed wildly in his mouth: "I didn't expect Qing Xiaonian to be so pitiful and cherished." ”

It was obvious that this silver needle did not look like it was made by such a rough man in any way, and sure enough, a figure came out from behind him.

It turned out to be a child less than five feet tall dressed in red, with a braid, two blushes on his face and incomparably clear and innocent eyes, and if he hadn't held a thin needle in his hand, he would really be no different from an ordinary child, and this person would have been a bloody needle boy.

He had just taken that shot.

Even his voice was incomparably childish: "People who pity the fragrance and cherish the jade are often romantic, otherwise it would not be possible to be as famous as the first prodigal son Xiao Beiliang." ”

Qing Xiaonianquan didn't hear the big and small words, and looked at Su Lian who fell to the ground, her eyes were round, her frightened expression had frozen, she was holding her mouth, and the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat forever, and there was really only hideousness left on her good-looking face.

This was originally a very seductive body, but unfortunately now it is just a corpse, and there is no life, only a blood flower in front of the forehead is slowly blooming.

He sighed, the same woman, some people pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and some people destroy the flowers with their hands, which is still unfair.