The fast horse galloped through the woods, making a rustling sound as it passed through the woods. Ye Wuxin rushed to Los Angeles overnight.

The moon is sprinkled in the sky, the wind is refreshing, and it is also interesting to rush at night.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning gently refracted from the dew drops on the blades of grass, Ye Wuxin had already arrived in Los Angeles. He rested for a while, changed his clothes, washed his face in the mountain springs, and left the fatigue of the night in the cheerful flowing river.

Ye Wuxin didn't want to go to the guy named Zhuge Yan right away, it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that this guy had never married in his life, had a strange temper, and never saw strangers, so Ye Wuxin didn't want to let him ruin his interest in coming to Los Angeles now.

In addition, there is also one of his close friends in Los Angeles, which can be said to be a red face, they are not skin-to-skin, but they have an ambiguous relationship and are mutual bosom friends. Ye Wuxin hadn't seen her for a long time, and he actually missed her a little in his heart.

Some people are only suitable for forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes and hiding in their hearts.

Ye Wuxin has never lacked women, and all women will be hard to forget as long as they have seen him. But it's not the kind of flowers that can go all over the rivers and lakes with a handsome face and conquer them.

There is a special temperament in Ye Wuxin's body, a temperament that is difficult to put into words, and a temperament that only belongs to him.

Her name is Mu Yu, and the dignitaries and nobles in Los Angeles know her, because she is the top brand of Piaoxiang Courtyard, but there is only one point, she does not sell her body, and she is the one with the highest price every night.

In the Piaoxiang Courtyard Building, Ye Wuxin sat in a chic manner.

He is a frequent visitor to Piaoxiangyuan, more precisely, the god of wealth of Piaoxiangyuan. When the bustard saw him coming, he came over with a smile on his face, as if he had seen a silver ticket flying in the sky.

"Mu Yu in that room?" Ye Wuxin said every time he came.

"Oh, it's really unfortunate, Mu Yu has been wrapped up tonight, and there are so many girls in our Piaoxiang Courtyard, do you want to take a look at it again?" the old bustard asked hurriedly, as if he felt his silver ticket flying away.

There was also someone who gave more money than Ye Wuxin, which made him a little surprised, and he raised his head and asked, "Who is it?"

"In this Los Angeles City, who else can make such a generous move, except for Qian Buque, the eldest prince of the Beijing Palace?"

Ye Wuxin often walks around Los Angeles, and he has also heard that this person, Qian Buque's biggest advantage is that he is not short of money, and the biggest problem is that he is not short of money.

Ye Wuxin felt that he had to see Mu Yu, it was not a ** impulse, but a desire for companionship. The stronger a person is, the more lonely he is, and this saying is very true.

"I'm going to meet this Prince of Beijing for a while!" Ye Wuxin stood up and walked upstairs.

"Do you know which room he is?" asked the bustard hurriedly.

"When ordinary people come here, who will install two guards at the door?" Ye Wuxin walked towards there.

"Stop!!" the guard shouted.

"I'm Ye Wuxin. Ye Wuxin said.

"Who is Ye Wuxin?" the guard had never heard such a strange answer.

Ye Wuxin shook his head helplessly: It seems that he overestimated his reputation, alas!

The sound of the piano in the room stopped abruptly.

"Young Master Ye is here, don't be rude, please come in!" a clear voice came from inside.

Listening to this voice, this should be a good person, Ye Wuxin thought in his heart, so he pushed the door and entered.

"The rain is mine tonight. Ye Wuxin said. He didn't want to be polite, it was better to be more direct about this kind of thing. After saying that, he looked at Qian Buque, as if waiting for his response, or rather, waiting for him to be angry.

"Young Master Ye is really fast-talking, it's just that a moment is worth a thousand gold, a beautiful day, a wine to the moon, and a stunning beauty, I can't think of it!" Qian Buque said.

No one has ever been able to refuse Ye Wuxin, not because of the blood-stained handful in his hand that makes people jealous, but because he can always give the other party what they want, and Qian Buque will not be an exception.

Ye Wuxin glanced at him carefully, and saw that he was wearing a white hairpin silver-winged king hat on his head, wearing a white python robe with five claws sitting on the dragon in Jiangya Seawater, tied with a jasper red belt, his face was like beautiful jade, and his eyes were like stars, he was really an out-and-out prince and nobleman.

"I can show you the flowers. Ye Wuxin said lightly. For the sake of beauty, he could only sell his brother.

"Deal! Young Master Ye is full of his word, and he never loses his trust in others, I hope Your Excellency had better not lie to me, otherwise." Qian Buque did not finish the next sentence. He and Ye Wuxin both knew that the dignified Prince of Beijing, if he wanted to catch a person from the rivers and lakes, no matter who it was, he would not miss.

As long as a reward is offered enough money and the order is spread to be chased and killed, Ye Wuxin will live a life of being chased and killed by masters from all walks of life from tomorrow. Everyone likes money, and people in the rivers and lakes are no exception, and what is even worse is that Qian Buque is not short of money.

"On August 15, above Yueyang Tower, all the flowers will appear. Ye Wuxin said.

Qian Buque nodded thoughtfully, and without hesitation, got up and left behind closed doors.

"Why did he leave?" Mu Yu asked, holding the guqin in his hand, and his tone was elegant and indifferent.

"It's been a long time, are you okay?" Ye Wuxin sat on the edge of the table, holding a new wine glass in his hand, and poured himself a drink.

"Why did he leave?" Mu Yu asked again.

"Don't you want to play and sing for me?" Ye Wuxin said as he drank.

"Yes. Mu Yu said. After a pause, his voice said, "If you don't say it, I won't play." There was not the slightest toughness in that voice, but more like a woman's lingering sorrow and sorrow, and as if she was blaming him: Why didn't you come for a long time? As for the prince of Beijing, she had no interest in the slightest.

"Are you blaming me?" Ye Wuxin raised his eyes and looked inside.

I saw that in the tent, next to the guqin, there was a white mopping smoke cage plum blossom baishui skirt, covered with moon satin embroidered magnolia flying butterfly clothes, lined with pale pink brocade wrapping chest, and the cuffs embroidered with delicate hollow silver butterflies.

Several layers of lace are hooked on the placket on the chest, a layer of silk yarn is as thin as a mist, and a purple belt is tied at the waist.

"No, in the red dust, meeting is fate, not to mention that the son should be a bosom friend. If no one knows, only know that listening to it is tantamount to playing the piano to the cow. Mu Yu said, unhurried and soft.

"Why don't you play it yet?" Ye Wuxin felt that Mu Yu was a little strange tonight.

"I'm waiting. Mu Yu said.

"Wait for someone?" Ye Wuxin asked rhetorically.

"And so on. Mu Yu said.

"What?" asked Yep.

"Rain. ”

Ye Wuxin's wine glass is emptying faster and faster, the world only knows that fame is everything, but as everyone knows, fame is like a cloud, swordsman, you come and go, you kill me, and later people kill you, killing and killing, just for the first place in the world.

But even if he is alone in the world, he can't escape the loneliness in his heart, and he can't escape the death of heaven, and he suddenly remembered the crazy monk again.

"Boom", the thunder from far to near, getting louder and louder, with a few muffled thunders, the rain poured down.

The autumn rain is very anxious, the rain hits the plantains, the autumn wind is like a knife, the autumn leaves are cold, the twilight rain sprinkles the river sky, a Sichuan tobacco, full of sorrow.

"Bang!" A melodious piano sound sounded at dusk, and Mu Yu began to play