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Although he wanted to share his worries and relieve his work, Xiaoyu couldn't figure out the direction. It's just that compared to eating and living in the building for nothing before, in addition to reading every day, it is to play the qin, and now there is an extra pair of eyes and a little more thought.

This thought is Ye Xiaolou, and even some of them don't see each other for a long time, and they feel like they are entangled in a few streams of aquatic plants, and they are uncomfortable.

After the rain, she stretched her waist and walked out of Guize Pavilion, crossed the southern path, and unconsciously walked in front of the North Pole Pavilion.

Last night, I watched the master sleep soundly here. With a hint of morning glow on his cheeks, he lowered his head and quickened his pace.

The people in the Arctic Pavilion also saw Xiao Yu's figure hesitating and leaving in a hurry, and that person didn't want to take a walk with her in the green hills after the rain. There are few pleasant things in life, and the scenery is infinite, but for him, it is just boring like a bluestone in the mountains, year after year.

But she is like a ray of starlight, a leaf with a difference.

Ye Xiaolou stood under the eaves of the porch, quietly staring at the sky. The news of the closure of Sui'an Mansion and the killing of people was not even sent back by the hummingbird in time, so you can imagine how fast the person who did it was and how vicious his heart was.

In Sui'an Mansion, every family is already wearing filial piety, and every household is clothed with linen. Those who survived did not abandon their land, did not leave their homeland, but why should they suffer greater misfortunes. If you know that this will happen, you might as well leave Sui'an and wander around.

If all the people in a place are scattered and all die, no matter how good the mountains and rivers of that place are, it will no longer matter.

Who would do that?

He was going to meet someone, and when it was time to see him, the door of the blood light was opened, and all who should have come would come.

After the blood stains the holy lake, the lake and the moon are the same color, like blood and ink, and after tonight, those who should wake up will wake up.

And that person may have woken up a long time ago.

Yeqing stayed in the building for many days this time, and it was precisely because of his weird hobby - gambling like his life.

Yeqing can be regarded as a master in this, a cold bone, turned into a face. Since it was dyed, it has been thrown to the present. Whether it is a thrower, a five-wood or a cricket fight, fight, or a double land and horse fight in the boudoir, Yeqing is proficient in everything, and can often gamble while drinking, winning or losing in control.

When I saw Yeqing for the first time, Ye Xiaolou had just taken over the mirror to the building. On that day, the Lantern Festival was being held in Jinling City, and the gambling building was very lively. The large table in the center is surrounded by layers of men and women.

Among the men and women, a hand as thick as a pillar stretched out, and a ragged boy was thrown out of the middle of the crowd.

The boy was thrown with such a force, and flew all the way to the bottom of the gambling building, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The crowd on the street hurriedly scattered and retreated, and Ye Xiaolou stood in place, neither hiding nor reaching out to pick up the boy. I almost watched the boy fall to the ground from a great height.

Being thrown out of the building by such a force, most of the ordinary children are in danger of life, and even if they are not killed on the spot, they may be left with disabilities.

Ye Xiaolou was bored, and glanced at the children on the ground, who looked like they were only seven or eight years old, and had a clean and clever face. At first glance, this face makes people feel smart and clever, but it is too smart, too clever, and too conspicuous.

That's why people are killed.

Ye Xiaolou checked the boy's body, although his breathing was weak, but fortunately, only two ribs were broken, and he gently moved his hand to temporarily stop the pain for him. I didn't want the boy to feel very angry, so he woke up suddenly, stood up and asked, "Who are you, why did you touch me?"

Ye Xiaolou clapped his hands, as if he had something dirty. Turning his back to him, he said, "You won't die, but it's impossible to get up and walk." ”

When the boy heard this, he remembered that he had won too much at the gambling table, and was hated by others, and finally thrown out of the window by a man as fat as a dye vat. He hurriedly checked where he was injured, but found no pain on his body, and thought to himself that this young man must have deceived him, and said, "Where did the wound come from?

"How do you speak, this man? If your master wants to hurt you, why do you relieve your pain, you stinky fellow who doesn't know the hearts of good people, dirty, covered in mud, staining our master's clothes, can you afford to pay for it?"

The girl looks about the same age as the young man who is called the master, at most a year or two apart, she looks really delicate and generous, but her speech is rude and sour, and the onlookers are talking to each other, all as if they are watching a play.

"Is that your master in white?" the boy asked.

The girl raised her chin and replied proudly: "Exactly, he is the owner of the first floor in the world, the mirror to the building, you have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, and you don't know the picture when you see your benefactor, and you still talk nonsense here, it's really annoying." ”

Without waiting for the boy to speak again, Ye Xiaolou had already returned to the carriage, and only a cold order was heard in the girl's ears: "Take him back." ”

No matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't disobey her master's orders. No matter how doubtful he was, a boy as smart as a boy knew that he could only avoid today's murder by going back with them now.

The boy Ye Xiaolou rescued that day was Yeqing, a young man who was later liked by his wife, and now he is handsome, personable, and heroic. I don't know how many young girls can be deceived by a pair of eyes, and if he wants to please you, even a chaste woman will be hard to resist.

His hands are gentler than a woman's, and if he swaggers through the market, the woman who gives him flowers and fruits may be able to block the market.

Ye Xiaolou didn't deliberately hide his breath, but neither of the two people in the house noticed that he had been standing outside the house for a long time.

Ye Qing held a blue jade cup in one hand, supported her head in the other, her long hair was like a waterfall, pouring behind her back, where there was a little bit of a gambler's raunchy and sloppy appearance, it was clearly a bamboo forest drinking, tasting music and talking.

It's a pity that there is neither a bamboo forest nor a song here, and there is only a scholar and a handsome man. The two of them have gambled for eighty games in a row since the day before, and they only rested for two hours in the middle, Ye Xiaolou looked at the scholar's face, and saw that he had lost three games in a row, and all the medicine boxes and bottles were bet on Yeqing to make gambling debts. In the end, only half of the clothes were left on his body.

It's really a lot of gambling debts. It is said that when the gambler's hands are smooth, he can still think of buying some wine to drink, and go to Willow Lane to find a girl to have fun. If you lose again and again, or when you face the same opponent, this soul is like a black cloth, spinning around, and a dead brain will not be able to turn even if you Kunlun Shangxian can't turn around.

At this moment, the scholar is so blinded, if his hair can be exchanged for silver, he can sell all his hair.

Yeqing didn't dislike it, as long as the scholar gave him something, he threw it at his feet. The surface of the chair looked elegant and elegant, and under the chair, there were beads, jade silks, gold and silver things, plus a few fine silk clothes, all of which he trampled on the ground with his bare feet, as rags to wipe his feet and stones to step on.

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