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"The sunset is dusk, and the carriage is dusk. I play the piano and book in the guise, and open the pavilion to attract clouds and mist. Thousands of bells and be combined with Yao Yu, and hundreds of beasts are cast in harmony. I am grateful for the success of the lunar month, and forget to remember the light of the jade." In the carriage, Deyang's clear and joyful voice slowly floated out with a strange rhythm, echoing in the forest in the early morning. When I heard people's ears, it was surprisingly consolidated and solemn.

The young collar had already stopped his contempt and stared at the carriage with a solemn and nervous look on his face. There was no more Qian Wu and Mo Gui in his eyes.

When Deyang's voice fell, the young leader suddenly clasped his fists and asked seriously, "Who is yours?"

"The person who collects rent in Xishan." Deyang answered simply and vaguely.

The young leader was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed slightly, and then he said coldly: "When I came out, my family's master had an order to return to my Mu Mansion. The rent was not the turn for others to collect. If you meet someone who collects the rent, you can drive it away!"

Deyang leaned in the carriage with a leisurely expression. When he heard this, he couldn't help but chuckled and said lazily: "Xi Mu Mansion has always been responsible for military confidentiality. When did he even become interested in this little idle thing? Could it be that in today's peaceful and prosperous era, Xi Mu Mansion has no use of martial arts and plans to do some business of robbing families?"

The young man's hand holding the reins suddenly clenched, and blue veins appeared on the back of his hand, and his body was full of evil spirits, which was completely different from his pretty appearance.

He glared at the carriage with anger, as if he could take action at any time. Qian Wu and Mo Gui were already on guard. Once he took action, they would do their best to stop him.

However, the young man held it in a lot, finally gritted his teeth, swallowed his chest and said coldly: "You are so depressed and out of here, and some words are no longer what you can say. Please see the current situation clearly so as not to suffer losses!"

"After all, Ximu Mansion belongs to the court. Even if my wife is in a down-and-out position, she still lives in Kyoto and is protected by the court. Now that the court has given me a hundred fertile land from Xishan, my wife has the right to collect rent. Who dares to stop it? Who can stop it!" Deyang didn't even show his face, and sat in the carriage, just across the carriage, and the domineering and majestic royal family's aura was still unstoppable, making all the boys riding a horse feel a little ashamed.

The young leader stared at the simple carriage and the motionless curtain. The dark ink-like pupils were faintly flowing with an unspeakable luster, as if the ink that had just melted in the ink, could be scribbled, splashed, and instantly turned into words, but I don't know what words it would turn into.

"Madam? Hehe..." The young leader stared at Deyang's carriage. After a while, he suddenly murmured and said something. The words he said made the people present a little confused.

Only Deyang's eyebrows trembled slightly, and a pain in his heart instantly ran over, but she quickly suppressed it.

She lowered her eyes, and the momentum that had just gathered showed signs of dissipation.

In his sarcasm, there was a hint of helplessness in his tone, she could not calm down.

“Yuan!”

The divine horse under the young leader suddenly stood up. When Qian Wu and Mo Gui were about to take action at any time, the young leader snorted coldly, suddenly whistled, then pulled the reins, waved the whip hard in his hand, and the horse was in pain and whistled away like an arrow leaving the string.

The men who came with him also hurriedly urged the horse to go and stopped surrounding the carriage.

The horses came quickly and walked fast, stirring up smoke and dust. After the wind galloped like the wind, the wind blew the door curtains, and the door curtains swayed slightly, and the face of Deyang, which was as smoke as jade as jade, was faintly visible. What she saw was nothing but a smog of smoke that was gone, blurred, resolute, dispersed with shallow and indifferent sorrow.
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