The bamboo still supported the green feeling that was dripping from the head, like a green umbrella cover, covering the corpse that was floating all over the sky.
In Jingning's front yard, the red lanterns on the rouge plum blossoms spread the warm light into the back yard through the wall, illuminating the orange starlight.
It was a woman with a bright pearl and a rainy boat, wearing a golden waist-length dress, which was just enough to carefully zip out the small waist that was less than one hold. On the bright and warm big orange skirt, there were lit pieces.
The dark plum blossoms.
Even the most courageous flower girl in the flower shop dare not wear materials of this color, but when she wears them on the body of the woman in front of her, it looks like a piece of needle that grows from her body, and no needle does not fit, and no thread does not shine.
The windy bun reveals its hair, and the eyebrows and eyes are filled with spring. Baoer slowly raised his head and eyes.
"hiss……"
The red cherry blossoms seemed to show a little sound on his lips, and his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he raised his right hand.
A thin bloodline cuts the white skin of pear blossoms, connecting from the tips of the middle finger to the elbow.
The long nails on the middle finger were crackling.
"Yeah..."
A trembling crying voice came from the bamboo forest, and she didn't care about the corpse and ashes on the ground, so she crawled all the way over and knelt down and hugged Miss Baoer's waist.
Aunt Huazhi buried her chaotic head and face in Miss Baoer's beautiful dress, crying like a child.
"Shh..."
Miss Baoer's lips were all red and fierce. She lowered her head playfully, reached out and gently raised the chin of the aunt Huazhi, and gently comforted her: "Don't cry."
Aunt Huazhi nodded vigorously: "Hey, I won't cry..."
Then she heard Miss Baoer say another sentence: "It's not over yet."
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The old boss of Longan Restaurant personally rode a horse, led Xing Yutang and Lu Qi through the bustling Zhongzheng Street, and turned around and arrived at a row of Ruyi Streets full of inns.
The old boss of the Longan Restaurant turned around and smiled at Xing Yutang and said, "The young city lord followed the Caomin to walk here. The caravan you inquired about lives on this street..."
"If you don't give it to me, you guys will all go to the government office to see our master!"
"Hehe, let's talk about it, your Master Niu just see if you dare to take away a donkey from my caravan. If you dare to touch a donkey hair, your Master Niu called your donkey the ancestor..."
Before the old boss of Longyuan Restaurant could finish his speech, he was interrupted by a lively dispute.
He turned around and looked over and said, "Hey, that's the inn rented by the caravan that the young city lord was looking for. Why did he make such a furious noise?"
The streets are surrounded by the common people and the roads are blocked. The entrance of a three-story inn is filled with people, and there are many officers and soldiers guarding them.
The noisy noise just now came from the inn yard.
Xing Yutang winked at Lu Qi.
Lu Qi immediately understood and walked in with the crowd. Before he could speak, he cleared his throat first: "Yeah, cough!"
The head official was arguing with the other party. When he heard the sound, he turned around and saw that it was Lu Qi, his horizontal eyebrows immediately bent down.
"Master Qi, what wind blows you here?"
Lu Qi smiled and hugged his arms: "What wind? Of course it is the fragrant wind of meat!"
Of course, the officials in charge could hear the implicit meaning of Lu Qi's words, and their faces changed slightly, and they quickly glanced at the crowd.
Where Lu Qi is there, Xing Yutang is usually not too far away.
Xing Yutang did not hide it, and sat on the back of the tall Meng Huai beast, standing behind the crowd, looking at the yard here.
But seeing that Xing Yutang had no intention of entering the yard, the officials did not dare to go over and salute.
The officials on duty at night do whatever they should do, and there is no need to greet him. This is the rule of Xing Yutang's patrol.
The official's scalp was a little tight, so he had to bow to Lu Qi and said, "Since the young city lord is here in person, the subordinates will come to do the job again another day, so as not to discourage the young city lord's interest in selecting ingredients."
As he spoke, he quickly winked at the soldiers guarding the door and was about to lead the people away.
"Hey! I haven't explained it clearly yet, why are you leaving!"
As soon as the official turned half a circle, his wrist was grabbed tightly by a big hand like a palm fan.
It was the black man who stopped him just now
The bearded caravan leader.
The man spoke with a surprisingly loud voice, and his ears were buzzing.
The official's face was erect and his eyes were wide open to his beard: "I am not going to care about you tonight. You are a barbarian businessman who doesn't know anything about it!"
Even if the other party said he was not concerned, his beard had no intention of letting go. He slid the shiny big bald head and the pair of ringed leopard eyes were even wider than the official.
"That won't work! If you don't care, don't care? If you want to worry about it sooner or later, just care about it? If you want to worry about it, do you have this Canglang City? "
The beard obviously did not recognize Lu Qi, and of course he didn't care about Xing Yutang who had not entered the door. He said this clearly.
But in front of Xing Yutang, if such a response is inappropriate, it is rebellion.
The official's face was instantly scared and pale: "You, what are you talking nonsense!"
Bearded and unyielding: "I'm right, it's not what I invited you, right? You come to me by yourself, and ask me for land tax with red mouths and white teeth. This is what the neighbors and neighbors are
I heard it blue and white.”
"You came and yelled for a long time, which made my caravans unable to rest. They were here to accompany you! They also alarmed all the neighbors."
"You said you don't care now? We asked you to care?"
"No! You can't decide everything. I won't tell you clearly tonight. Grandpa Niu will never finish it with you! You have to worry about it if you don't care!"
The official was about to be carried over by this beard.
This guy is just a mess!
"I said you don't understand or..."
The officials were eager to ask for the bearded palms, so they could not help but speak softly.
But before he could finish his words, a warm breath squirted on the back of his head. He turned around and faced a pair of big eyes like bells.
The official was startled and subconsciously knelt down.
The Meng Huai Beast jumped in from the heads of the onlookers.
Xing Yutang was still sitting upright on Meng Huai's back, quietly glanced at the caravans in the courtyard, and his eyes fell on the officials kneeling on the ground.
"Since you are doing the wrong, you are doing it."
The official knelt on the ground and didn't move.
Lu Qizhao kicked the official in the ass: "Young City Lord is talking to you, get up and do things, hurry up!"
The officials agreed in a stack of voices, but got up from the ground but remained silent and looked embarrassed.
Xing Yutang naturally saw that the official had something wrong, looked at the beard opposite and bowed gently: "I am the young lord of Canglang City. I have a surname Xing and my name is Yutang. I dare to ask for the title of the leader."
He frowned and looked at Xing Yutang, who had not been under the beast's back, and did not answer Xing Yutang's question. He turned sideways and gave in to the side, revealing the person behind him.