Xiao Yue concealed her face and smiled, her eyes swept over Chen Yuan's body with a very charming look, which seemed to be able to enchant people's soul. Although Chen Yuan was also inexplicably dry, he could still maintain his basic composure.
"Hahaha, talented man and beautiful woman, talented man and beautiful woman..."
Ma Dayuan laughed a few times and had no idea where this talented man came from.
"Master Chen, please."
Xiaoyue's veil swayed and she slowly walked up the steps to the second floor.
Chen Yuan stood up, smiled at Ma Dayuan and Wang Ping, and followed Xiaoyue's footsteps.
Seeing this, the old bustard felt a little regretful that he had not received the money, but he did not dare to scold him and watched Chen Yuan and Xiao Yue go upstairs.
Chen Yuan looked back and saw that everyone's eyes were on him, so he threw a piece of silver to the madam:
"What are you looking at Chen?"
"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"
...
Xiaoyue's boudoir was called Shuiyue Pavilion. As soon as Chen Yuan entered, he felt a fragrance soaking into his heart, which made people relax physically and mentally unconsciously.
"The slave's surname is Su..."
Su Xiaoyue walked out of the room holding a jade flute with a slight smile on her face.
"Miss Su."
Chen Yuan nodded, casually found a stool and sat down, looking up and down in the boudoir.
"I didn't expect it to be very quiet here. Miss Su is interested."
A trace of sadness flashed across Su Xiaoyue's face:
"This is the room my mother decorated for me when I was young and before my family fell into decline. I will always remember it."
Chen Yuan's expression remained unchanged and he said very cooperatively:
"Miss Su is also a poor person. Can I hear your story?"
There were tears in Su Xiaoyue's eyes, she raised her hand to wipe it gently and squeezed out a smile:
"There is nothing to mention about the past. Mr. Chen came here to listen to music, not to hear the sad stories of the slave family."
"That's right, then you can help me blow it."
Chen Yuanshen nodded in agreement.
Su Xiaoyue: "???"
"good."
Su Xiaoyue picked up the jade flute and put it to her lips.
Chen Yuan listened to Su Xiaoyue's flute with a calm expression. It was indeed very beautiful, but his attention was not on it. He thought something unexpected might happen after he came in.
For example, ask yourself for help, or take action against yourself.
I didn’t expect that it was actually listening to music, and it was a serious kind of thing.
a long time.
When the sound stopped, Su Xiaoyue put down the jade flute on her lips, a pair of charming eyes slowly wandered over Chen Yuan's body, she chuckled and said:
"Master Chen, how does the flute sound sound like in the Nu family?"
"Yes, based on this skill alone, Miss Su can be regarded as a master."
"Unfortunately, it's of no use. What they value is skin, unlike Mr. Chen, who seems to have no interest in the slave family..." Su Xiaoyue gently held her chin with her slender white fingers.
The corner of his mouth curled up and he looked directly at Chen Yuan.
"You are wrong, I value skin more..."
"Master Chen, do you mean that my body is invisible to others?"
"hehe..."
Chen Yuan chuckled lightly.
That's not the case. In his previous life, he washed his feet all the year round and often walked on muddy roads wearing the Elf brand boots. However, in this world, he didn't have the strength to protect himself.
Chen Yuan did not want to indulge in wine and sex.
"That's not the case. Chen has just said that because of his cultivation, if there is an opportunity in the future, he will have in-depth communication with Miss Xiaoyue."
After saying that, Chen Yuan stood up, ignored the charm in Su Xiaoyue's eyes, slowly opened the door, and walked out.
Su Xiaoyue looked at Chen Yuan's leaving figure, narrowed her eyes, a look of interest flashed in her eyes, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a slight smile.
...
In front of the Yanyu Building.
Chen Yuan took Wang Ping and left. Since there was nothing of interest to him in the Yanyu Building, there was no need to waste time.
It’s better to go home and practice.
Even if he suspects that Su Xiaoyue is not that simple, Chen Yuan is not very interested. As long as he doesn't provoke him, everything will be fine, but if he really wants to use him for something, he really doesn't know how to live or die.
Chen Yuan will not be soft-hearted, and his sword will not distinguish between men and women!
"Brother Yuan, how are you?"
Wang Ping winked and smiled, looking in the direction of Yanyu Tower.
In his opinion, Brother Yuan must have done something bad on the second floor.
Chen Yuan took a deep breath and chuckled:
"Very smooth!"
Ignoring Wang Ping's surprise, Chen Yuan turned and walked towards the county government office.
As soon as they got closer, they saw Xiaofang and his father hesitating in front of the door, frequently looking inside, but not daring to approach. The majesty of the Yamen was still very important in front of ordinary people.
"Uncle Zhou, what are you doing?"
Chen Yuan stepped forward and asked.
"Brother Yuan..." Xiaofang suddenly turned her head, and when she saw it was Chen Yuan, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chen...Chen Yuan, we have something to ask you." Zhou Zhong hesitated to speak.
He had also heard about Chen Yuan's arrest, and knew that it was no longer the same. Xiao Fang was not worthy of her at all, and Chen Yuan only occasionally stopped by to say hello when he was having breakfast.
Generally, there is no connection with their family.
Only Xiaofang still foolishly imagined that her childhood sweetheart would marry her.
"Let's go in and talk," Chen Yuan nodded and walked into the county government office with Zhou Zhong and his daughter.
From time to time, someone would cup their hands or bow to Chen Yuan, with awe on their faces, which shocked Zhou Zhong and made him even more cautious.
"Uncle Zhou, A Fang, sit down, don't be nervous, we are all on our own." Chen Yuan had a smile on his face.
In his opinion, Zhou Zhong's family is relatively peaceful. Since he came to see him, he probably had some difficulties, so he asked directly:
"What does Uncle Zhou want to see me for?"
"Brother Yuan, we are here to report the crime."
Xiaofang on the side replied.
Chen Yuan frowned:
"Report a crime? Someone is causing trouble for you?"
He had warned Zhu Sihai before that people from the Beihai Gang were not allowed to bully the neighbors near their home. He couldn't control other things and had no interest in dealing with them, but the people around him were all old acquaintances of their family.
There were basically no conflicts on weekdays, and some even helped Chen Yuan's family when he was young. Chen Yuan would not be unkind to the best of his ability.
"No... no, during this period, not even anyone from the Beihai Gang came to collect the money." Zhou Zhong said quickly.
"That is?"
"That's it. Yesterday Wu Laosan said that there was a big hole in Cheng'er's grave, so I thought about moving it to a place for him. But when I opened the coffin today, I discovered that Cheng'er's body was gone."
"I suspected that someone had stolen the body, so I thought of reporting it to the authorities..."
Zhou Zhong said eloquently.
Chen Yuan had some impression of the Cheng'er mentioned by Zhou Zhong. He was the son Zhou Zhong only got when he was nearly forty years old. He was usually very precious.
But he died of a strange illness a year ago, and he helped during the burial.
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Stop keeping books, long-lasting men!
