The second young master of the Xu family had a smile on his face and slowly approached the two of them. His eyes were slightly misaligned. Luo Kui's completely unfamiliar face immediately aroused his interest. He raised his eyes and looked at it carefully. He took out his fan and picked it out from the air.

He tapped her chin: "Whose family does this girl belong to? She looks strange."

Qu Lian was deeply afraid of this person's financial background. She tried to remain calm, but her tone was a bit harsh, and she spat: "It's none of your business, get out of the way."

The second young master of the Xu family tilted his head and raised his hand to grab Qu Lian's wrist: "Since we have met by fate, there is no reason to get out of the way easily. Let's go and have a couple of drinks with you." After that, he went to Hehuan.

There was a tumult in the pavilion.

"It's just a prince's house, and you are robbing civilian girls in broad daylight. Do you really think that the king's law of Yunchu Kingdom is a joke?" Luo Kui's face turned cold, and she gave the second son of the Xu family a sharp slap in the face.

The music is even better.

Luokui looked up at the sky and sighed. From ancient times to the present, the beauty of life has only three uses. One is to harm one's life, the other is to bring trouble to water, and the third is to attract flies. Yes, there is another one, which is to take the blame.

A cauldron of disaster for the country.

This is the unfairness of the world to women. What does the beauty of my birth have to do with you? What does it have to do with you looking up to me? Why do you call me a bad name for the trouble you caused, the people you offended, and the country that was destroyed?

It's so unjust that I have to accompany you, an unlucky person, to be written into books and plays, and to be arranged for thousands of years.

Also looking up at the sky was the second young master of the Xu family. He was blinded and dizzy by the slap. He had never been so humiliated and humiliated. Naturally, he became angry. He raised his eyes viciously, but when he saw the slap, he felt as if he had been hit.

Luokui, who had nothing to do, was shocked in his heart. If anyone dared to bring bad luck to the Lord of Hell, he must be more decisive in life and death than the Lord of Hell. He was arrogant but not a fool. He had regained his clarity and reason a long time ago in his anger and thought silently.

What kind of stairs should I find so that I can walk down without causing trouble and losing face?

There was silence for a moment, and she was in a dilemma. Luokui protected Qu Lian and asked something unrelated in a low voice: "How is the opera about a hero saving a beauty sung? At this time, there must be a young man in white descending from the sky. The hero

Just save the beauty."

Qu Lian didn't know what was going on. Although she was also smart, her brain was not as fast as Luo Kui's. She just looked at her blankly, not knowing what to say. She was choked for a moment.

Luokui sighed again: "You were born so beautiful, and no one came to save your beauty. This shows that everything in the play is a lie."

Qu Lian was furious, but she vaguely felt that what she said was reasonable. It was very reasonable. She couldn't help but get angry and laugh at the same time: "How long has it been and you are still making nonsense? I remember that you know some skills."

"My, my legs are weak." Sweat slid down Luokui's temples. She seemed to be trembling, but there was a certain determination in her voice. She looked sideways slightly, and saw someone slowly approaching her from the corner of her eye. She waved away.

Waving his hand, the man suddenly disappeared into the crowd.

Qu Lian's cheeks turned red with tears in her eyes, and her voice trembled: "You, you, if you are so afraid, how can you dare to slap him? It's over now. He has suffered such a big loss, and he is even more unwilling to do so."

Let us go easily."

"No matter how scared you are, don't you have to protect your face?" Luo Kui's smile was weak. She was now in a dilemma. She had the ability to protect herself, but she wanted to do so quietly and without leaking any traces.

It was really not easy. If she took action rashly, her life would be safe. She glanced at Qu Lian, but she was afraid that she would never have peace in the future.

Qu Lian held her arm tightly, her lips trembling fiercely: "So you are also an embroidered pillow. If I had known this, I would have brought some servants out. How can I get away now?"

Luokui said nothing and looked up at the sky. He saw the summer sun shining brightly and the sky was as calm as water. He lamented that the nosy knights were scared of the sun and would never appear again.

Immediately, her hand seemed to have not been raised, and her fingertips vaguely touched a bit of red, as if blood beads were overflowing. The red trembled, and there was something about to happen in an instant.

The summer afternoon is quiet, with only the cicadas chirping deep in the shade of the trees. The long carved window of the Hehuan Pavilion behind him is half open. On the table under the window is a row of white porcelain wide-mouthed flower bags and a fluffy flower cup.

Lazily inserted in the vase, the complex red petals complement the plain white porcelain vase.

The steaming summer wind stirred up the faint fragrance of the roses in the courtyard. The petals flew out from the half-opened window, like wild reds flying by, scattered like rain. The bright reds were like clusters of bright flames jumping in the high blue sky.

Splashing with radiance.

A loud "bang" sound was heard, and the vermilion door of Hehuan Pavilion was suddenly slammed open. A man in white escaped from the inside. There was no hairpin scarf on his bun, and his black hair fell down.

His face was blocked and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but between the scattered hair, two piercing black eyes could be vaguely seen, spinning around. He rushed into the crowd with a cold sword in his hand, headlessly.

He went on a rampage, and behind him were followed by a dozen tough men, holding sticks in their hands and shouting fiercely to beat and kill.

Light dust suddenly rose up in the sky, choking the mouth and nose, and making people unable to open their eyes. Coupled with the deafening shouts of killing, it was hard to tell for a while who was from Hehuan Pavilion and which was a servant of Xu Mansion. But you

I hit him with punches and kicks, causing chaos, and the screams became lively.

Luokui and Qu Lian clasped their fingers and looked at each other, unable to conceal the ecstasy in their eyes. They dodged left and right in the chaos, planning to take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of the second young master of the Xu family.

The eyes of the man in white were also exceptionally bright in the chaos. He looked up, and it was just right. He happened to see Luo Kui and Qu Lian who were trapped by Xu Mansion's servants, and his eyes became even brighter.

Like the stars before the first light of day, they were exceptionally bright. He rushed over and grabbed someone by the hand without any explanation. He squeezed out of the crowd and fled as fast as his life could.

It may be said that the man in white has average fighting skills, but his ability to escape is really extraordinary. The hot wind covered his face like a wet and sticky veil, covering his face so hard that he could not open his eyes and could only hear the roar of wind in his ears.

He passed by, but in just a moment, he led the two of them to run wildly, crossing the entire Liumo Street in disgrace, and escaped to the archway of Shengze Street. He stopped there, panting at first, and finally laughing.

A row of pomegranate trees stood silently on both sides of the street. These trees took root here a hundred years ago and grew from thin seedlings into towering giants. Under the clear sunlight, the huge crowns of the trees were spectacular with dense shade and green leaves.

The newly bloomed pomegranate flowers in the shade are as bright as haze. Looking from a distance, they are so gorgeous that they are so red they almost bleed.

On one side of the pomegranate tree, stands a blue-grey archway. This archway is quite old, with mottled writing and broken bricks. The pomegranate tree branches are swaying, and the pomegranate flowers all over the tree are like blood flowing, almost sprinkling a corner of the archway, and it is quite coral-like.

The light and shadow reflected in the green water are blurred.

A gust of wind moved the shadows, and the shadows of the archway and the pomegranate tree were intertwined and grotesquely cast on the ground, encircling a rare corner of shade in the hot summer, as if it was rippling with the coolness of autumn.

Under the shade of the trees, Luo Kui put up an arbor and looked into the depths of Liumo Street. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one was chasing after her. She raised her eyes and looked at the man in white standing opposite him.

, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The man in white also smiled. His collar was pulled loose, revealing bright red scratches on his neck and chest. His belt was missing. The plain white robe was covered with dust, and one sleeve was torn off.

Half of it was cut, and the other one was lifted up to the crook of the arm.

He used his hands to tear off the other sleeve, lifted up the scattered hair on the temples, and neatly tied his hair into a bun on the top of his head with the torn off sleeve, revealing an ordinary face.

Luokui looked at the man, and saw that the man's face was fairer than ordinary people's, and his eyes were bright, like the bright sunlight at this moment. He was looking at her scorchingly, and he stared at her for a long time without any intention of moving away.

The sound of cicadas became noisier and quieter, and there was a moment of silence, as if the stream of light had stopped at this moment, the cicadas stopped, breathing stopped, and everything in the world stopped. Luokui felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so he had to

He coughed lightly to cover up the embarrassment in his heart, carefully brushed the dust from his bun and body, with a faint smile, he bowed politely and said thank you: "Little girl Shui Luokui, thank you for saving my life."

After saying this, she laughed in her heart. Could this be considered a life-saving grace? It should be regarded as a life-saving grace. There really are no heroes in this world who save the beautiful. Even a lifetime hero like Xiang Yu could only watch in Jiangdong.

Yu Ji wipes her neck, so to speak, the play is really about coaxing ignorant girls. However, the grace of escaping is also a kindness, and it must be polite.

The smile lines of the man in white spread long and bright, as bright as a burning peach blossom: "I am Yuan, things have been urgent just now, and I was rude and rude. Don't blame me, girl."

"How could it be?" Luokui raised her eyes and met this person's eyes. When their eyes met, she felt a bright ray of sunlight shining deep into her heart, as if she was being scrutinized thoroughly. She lowered her head.

Confused, she gently rubbed the jade pendant on her waist. She had never been timid and timid, but when she was caught in this man's eyes, she felt a trace of fear. This fear quietly seized her heart.

Luokui hurriedly bit the tip of her tongue, stabilized her mind, and thought about the situation carefully. Only then did she realize that this person's escape was quite organized, and it was not just a random collision of headless flies. She couldn't help but feel alarmed secretly.

To put it bluntly, Qingzhou City is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Catching a random person on the street is so extraordinary and should not be underestimated.

The sun was shining, and the vast summer air flowed down to the ground. The steaming heat seemed to burn people to death. Qu Lian, who had been silent until now, moved his steps lightly over, bowed tremblingly, lowered his eyes, and spoke softly.

Si Shui: "Little girl Qu Lian, thank you young hero for saving your life."

"It's not a life-saving grace, it's just a coincidence." Wen Yuan rubbed his fingers together, and the sweet smell of the powder on Qu Lian's hand still remained on his fingertips. He smiled and waved his hand, as if he didn't have any regard for the so-called life-saving grace.

Didn't take it to heart.
Chapter completed!