A dark shadow flashed before Fang Yuting's eyes, and then his hand was empty.
Everything happened so fast. Even though he was good at martial arts, he couldn't clearly see the whereabouts of the person who snatched the hydrangea. He only felt that the black shadow was very thin and small, and seemed to be a child.
Beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead, and his razor-sharp gaze fell on Qin Zhuen for the first time.
Their eyes met, Qin Zhuen was not impatient, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, then his expression suddenly changed, he raised his hand and shouted, "Look at the hidden weapon!"
Fang Yuting felt a strong gust of wind rushing straight to the door. Without any time to think, he immediately turned over like a kite and jumped into the air to avoid the attack.
At the same time, Qin Zhuen did not hesitate at all. He flew straight to the Guanghe Theater, jumped in front of Yan Tian, and landed in a floating position.
But before he could stand firm, he saw a flash of red light, like a meteor and lightning, flying straight towards Qin Zhuen as if he had eyes. Lord Qin's expression remained unchanged as he reached out and took the red light into his arms. It was the hydrangea that had just been taken away!
The entire audience fell silent.
Everything happened so fast. The people watching the excitement around had not yet reacted.
Liang Ming, who was lying under the net, could not shake off the beggar even now.
By the time Fang Yuting saw clearly that the hidden weapon was just Qin Zhuen's fan, it was too late.
In the warm wind and golden glow, a clear young man with crescent eyes held the hydrangea in front of Yan Tian with both hands, and everything settled.
"Um...cough..." Looking into Yan Tian's eyes, Qin Zhuen suddenly felt embarrassed to come. While he cleared his throat with his fist on his lips, he glanced at her secretly. The smile on his face seemed to have a hint of foreboding... uh... shy? !
Yan Tian raised her watery almond eyes, pink face and peach blossoms, smiled shyly, and smiled gently at Qin Zhuen...
Qin Zhuen's shyness instantly froze on his face, and his rationality quickly returned: Shall I go? I go! You...don't smile like that! Sajia, Sajia is so scared!
To make people within a hundred miles of Luozhou Prefecture feel frightened by the news... Ah, the "Flower Face Judge" who has been praised by everyone, is smiling at me with a gentle and virtuous look?
Gentle? Virtuous? over! I want to cool down...
"Master Qin, can you hear what I just said?" Sure enough, Yan Tian sleeved his hands casually and politely and did not pick up the hydrangea. He changed his usual sullen quarrels and looked at Qin Zhuen with a somewhat complicated look.
"The person who takes the embroidered ball will never take a concubine, regardless of whether he has any heirs in the future. If you can't promise, I still hope that the young master..."
Yan Tian originally wanted to say: I hope the young master will return the hydrangea, but Yan Tian's marriage failed and he became a monk. Then Xiaozhu took back the hydrangea, and Jing and Shitai came on stage.
But who would have thought that before she could finish her words, someone interrupted her: "Master Qin, since you are in trouble, why not give the hydrangea to Fang!"
Before he finished speaking, Fang Tingyu flew upstairs and stood next to Qin Zhuen. He bowed his hands and saluted the Yan family and his daughter and said: "Fang has just made a promise about taking concubines, and he can swear an oath on the spot, 'If I violate it in the future. , beyond redemption!'
"Master Qin, since you are in trouble, why not give up the hydrangea! And... the character of a person who uses tricks and tricks to deceive the minority is really worrying! Even if he promises..."
As he spoke, Fang Tingyu looked at Qin Zhuen and sneered without saying anything, but the meaning was self-evident. .
"Hey!" Qin Zhuen turned to look at him, his eyes filled with raging anger, and he might even burn himself.
Pry the corner in front of me! Is your father a dead person? !
"Students, students can also swear an oath! Mr. Qin is not as good as you, why don't you give me the hydrangea..." Liang Mingwen took the opportunity to get out of the hole in the net, looked at the two living kings of hell upstairs who were at war with each other, and flexed his courage, Shivering, he also came to join in for a kick.
Are these two of them tired of living? ! The pretty boy really doesn’t have any good intentions!
Qin Zhuen narrowed his murderous peach blossom eyes and decisively ignored his smooth, white and tender face.
He sneered and was about to speak when he suddenly heard the rapid ringing of a horse's bell, and a horse was riding towards him from far away. Immediately, the man raised his high-pitched voice and shouted loudly upstairs: "The Queen Mother's decree! Give Miss Yan four handles of Ruyi Jade!"
The ordinary people present were fine with it, but those with some family background were shocked when they heard this.
If the emperor wants to marry a minister as his concubine, he will first ask the Queen Mother to give her four Ruyi handles as a token before issuing the official decree. It is also intended to hint to other descendants of the family: This girl is the royal family's intention to marry, so don't think of him and find another good match. The four-handled jade Ruyi will be placed at the four corners of the wedding bed as a "bed press" during the wedding.
At this time, Yan Wenkuan suddenly felt that the world was spinning and turned to look at his daughter. Is it too late?
Downstairs, Yan Yu held his forehead, feeling exhausted mentally and physically. Well, that’s great! The eldest nephew and brother-in-law, the one named Fang, are also related to the emperor. The closest relatives of this family! The bustle just makes for a luxurious royal mahjong table!
Qin Zhu'en, who was upstairs, had his eyes darkened at this moment, and a storm was brewing in his bottomless black pupils. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cannibalistic smile...
…
Half a year ago, on the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Maoer Hutong in western Beijing.
Early in the morning, Xiao Qiufang, the eldest lady of Xiao Shilang's family in the Ministry of Etiquette, ordered the maid to open the windows of the embroidery building for ventilation.
It snowed all night yesterday, and now that breakfast has been withdrawn, we can enjoy the snow and drink tea, which is very elegant.
The maid brought red plum tea, and Miss Xiao sat by the window wearing a thick white fox cloak. There is a hot charcoal basin burning under your feet, and the world outside is covered in silver and glass. It is really pleasing to the eye and extremely comfortable.
Xiao Qiufang raised her white orchid fingers, and Tingting picked up the cup of fragrant tea soaked with this year's plum petals in aged snow water, thinking that she could clearly be included in the painting at this time.
This scene! This man! The snow scene is ordinary, but the characters are outstanding. It would be better to ask my grandmother to find a painter to paint my portrait.
Just as he was thinking about it, he inadvertently raised his eyes and saw the small building outside the wall of his courtyard. However, there is only a small garden across the street, and the situation upstairs on the opposite side can be seen at a glance.
Miss Xiao's eyes suddenly widened, and the tea in her mouth spurted out, splashing all over herself. The originally fluffy white fox fur was soaked with this fragrant tea, and suddenly it was like the fine feathers of a defeated rooster sticking together, and it fell down in disgrace.
Yo, what's going on? The house full of maids and women were confused. The eldest lady pays the most attention to her words and deeds. She usually smiles without showing her teeth, never lifts her lips when speaking, let alone spraying tea, she even wants to eat the rice one by one. Why are you so out of your mind today?
The maids and ladies did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly stepped forward to clean up the matter. Unexpectedly, the eldest daughter of their family suddenly howled "Ouch". This earth-shattering sound was so shocking that the sparrows looking for food outside were frightened and flew away.
All the maids and women were startled, and immediately gathered around them, shouting and asking:
"What's wrong, miss?"
"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
"Miss?"
"Miss……"
Xiao Qiufang ignored them and just stared like two peeled eggs with longan cores embedded in them. She raised her hands tremblingly and pointed out the window. Her whole body was shaking like dead leaves in the autumn wind, but she just opened her mouth. , speechless at all.
The maids and women were busy looking out the window in the direction of the finger.
Ouch! The sky is filled with gods and Buddhas! Killed today! On the small building of the house opposite, there was clearly an almost naked monk standing by the window. Almost, because fortunately he was wearing a pair of very short trousers.
The monk was grinning at the eldest daughter of the Xiao family with his big teeth bared. His nearly one-foot-long beard swayed in the wind, and the light reflected by the white snow was even more special on the shiny big bald gourd. Dazzling!
Seeing a group of women suddenly gathered in front of the opposite window, the monk seemed even more satisfied. He suddenly raised his arms, shook his tendons enchantingly, swayed his waist, twisted his buttocks and danced in an unknown way. Come.
The women upstairs in Xiaojiaxiu were suddenly silent. They all looked like hens with their necks strangled. Their throats were "gurgling" but they couldn't make a sound. Several pairs of eyes, large and small, stared at the other side in shock, looking at them in horror. Dance to that psycho.
But it was only a breath, and then the group of women burst out with earth-shattering screams, flying through the clouds and cracking rocks into the sky, causing the snow on the house to flutter and fall down.
"catch him!"
I don't know which woman shouted. There was an immediate response.
"Catch that scoundrel!"
"Damn Flower Monk!"
"Hit him!"
…
The women rushed downstairs while shouting, completely forgetting about their eldest daughter who was about to faint. Some grabbed a handy broom and rushed out. Some of them were copying the guy while calling their servant Ding Yuan Gong.
Within a moment, more than 20 servants, men and women, gathered together and rushed straight into the small building opposite.
But who would have expected that upon entering the house, he found that the building was already empty. It turned out that when the monk saw that the situation was not good, he immediately ran away with his clothes and soles in his hands.
But things had already started to get loud, and the whole street came out to watch the excitement. The daughter of the Minister of Etiquette's family was molested by a flowery monk, what a blessing!
The righteous man spontaneously joined the search team to find this scoundrel to settle accounts, vowing to beat him up.
Some people saw that Xiao's family was going to report to the official, so they hurried forward to recommend themselves as witnesses to prove that the owner of the household was indeed a monk, but he only lived in the temple and did not come back often.
For a moment, the street in front of Maoer Hutong was noisy as if a pot was boiling.
At this time, in the elegant room of a restaurant facing the street, the flower monk just now was hiding behind the window and watching the chaos on the street.
He raised his lips and smiled, then reached out and pulled off the bald shell made of pigskin that was fastened to his head. Then he turned around and asked a middle-aged man wearing a silk shirt but with a shabby face behind him: "Have you sent someone to lead them to the temple?"
"Yes, Master! I think we'll find it soon."
"Okay! I'll probably get a reply by the evening." The fake monk said as he sat back at the table and looked in the mirror to remove his beard.
The bronze mirror immediately reflected a pair of peach blossom eyes with watery and mesmerizing eyes. As the foot-long beard fell off, the original person in the mirror was revealed...well, his face was full of green beard.
Next to him, another young man dressed elegantly looked at the figure in the mirror and couldn't help but chew his teeth. They all looked sloppy, and he really couldn't figure out the difference between a sticky beard and a non-sticky beard.
But the "kid" sitting across the table didn't care about this. At this time, he was holding a pig knuckle that was bigger than his face and chewing it happily. There was a bunch of long and short master keys of different shapes in his hands, shining brightly in the sun.
This fake monk is none other than the Nine-Pocket Elder of the Beggar Clan, the leader of the Qingzhu Hall of the Cao Clan, the leader of the Capital Branch of the Qinghong Society, the biggest gangster in the capital, Lord Qin!
