I Became an Anonymous Boss

"Well, maybe it's because my studies are too complex." Shirataki's eyes drifted: "I'm not Fang, so I can't plagiarize seriously. Maybe it's a problem with my butt, or maybe it's a problem with my face, or maybe it's a problem with my textbooks. I can't even give up the credits..."

He sighed as he talked... Damn, if I could copy poems while lying down, I would think so too, it would be great if I didn't use my brain.

Seeing the old man's eyes was a bit strange, he immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, there are other revisions to the story of Yu Gong just now."

"Oh?"

"When Yu Gong said that his descendants would one day level the mountains, suddenly, the wise old man asked a question."

"What?"

"do you have a wife?"

"..." The cup in the old man's hand split on the spot.

"Because there is no wife, no offspring." Bai Taki spread his hands, "So Yugong gave up on Yishan."

Hua Zhongjin rested his forehead with his hand, which was too realistic.

"Young master..." Xiao Taohong's resentful voice came from the side, she had been eavesdropping, and was very dissatisfied with this revision.

"Bo-jun smiles, why should you care?" Bai Taki smiled maniacally: "Anyway, stories are just stories, and you will lose if you look at it."

"No, no, no." Tao Hong said relentlessly, "Master, tell me another story, this time it should be good!"

"Alright, there's still a lot of time anyway." Shirataki changed his sitting position and said softly, "This time I'll tell you a story called 'Maliciousness'."

……

It is night, and the waning moon is like a hook.

Huayao and Xueyilou, the two confidantes' serious troubles have been eliminated, and they don't have to worry about being targeted by inexplicable assassins. Bai Taki's mood is completely relaxed.

He even fell asleep without knowing it. When he opened his eyes, the sky was already dark, and he was covered with a blanket to keep out the cold.

Both Tao Hong and Yan Qixia knew that Bai Taki didn't like others to touch him after he fell asleep. This must be the aftereffect of stress from the past.

Without the apricot tree to regulate the temperature, it would be a bit chilly to fall asleep.

Running the exercises, dispelling the cold air, Shirataki folded the blanket on his body and put it aside.

The Yanyun mansion has returned to silence, and those who should rest should also rest.

He planned to take a nap, but when he walked through the corridor, he heard some noises.

There are very few residents in Yanyun Mansion, and the servants live in the outer courtyard. In the inner courtyard, only Yanqixia's other garden has lights for a long time, and the lights and candles are naturally dimmed in the middle of the night. Naturally, no one takes care of this corridor and deep courtyard, and there are no lanterns. .

Autumn is deep, in this silent moonlight, in the courtyard where the bleak fallen leaves are scattered, a woman sits on the railing with her knees hugged, looking at the fallen leaves with the wind leisurely, the bleak autumn moonlight is reflected in her eyes , holding a bottle of flagon in her hand, raised her head to take a sip, then took a sip of spirits, and then made a choking sound, she was not used to drinking, maybe this was the first time she touched it.

Drinking alone under the moon, three people facing each other.

What women drink is loneliness, bitterness, and lack of interest.

This scene is reflected in the eyes, exciting and unforgettable.

But she is not the only one in the courtyard, there is another petite figure, a little girl with black hair like a waterfall, who is cute in pink and jade. Pass.

"You don't have the skill, you can't even touch me." Lan Xiangxue shook the jug, her cheeks were no longer fair after being drunk, and she was stained with a rosy blush. She raised her head again and took a sip The spirits, and then coughed several times in succession. The spirits wet the clothes and dripped on the chest: "Ahem... sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, what's the matter with a bottle of wine?"

Xiuyu frowned, she was very upset, reprimanded in her eyes - how could you spoil yourself so indulgently!

Lan Xiangxue seemed to understand, but she just raised her eyebrows and said, "You want me to take care of me?"

Xiuyu continued to go forward to snatch it, but was dodged again, she frowned—put down the jug!You drink too much.

Lan Xiangxue didn't pay attention to it at all, she whispered: "If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, let's make it clear..."

Boom-!

Xiuyu threw a stone, and a wisp of yin zhenqi flowed out from her fingertips, piercing through the flagon in her hand, and the burst of wine condensed into ice in mid-air.

Lan Xiangxue's movements froze in mid-air, she dropped the flagon in her hand, and stared at Xiuyu.

"What do you want from me?"

"I don't want to go to the so-called Fanyue Valley at all!"

"My home burned down more than ten years ago. Now, what did you tell me to take me home? Don't you think it's ridiculous!"

She gritted her teeth and looked hostilely: "I don't care about the blood of the town! I don't think it has become a bit noble because of it! Why do you control me? You can't even drink?!"

She didn't care about this identity, but wished that she didn't have this bloodline from the beginning.

She crushed the wine jug under her feet fiercely, and her nails pierced into the railing.

Xiuyu frowned, looking distressed, she didn't know how to persuade this girl, no matter what she said, they were all relatives.

"Go out if you can't say it! Stay away from me!" Lan Xiangxue scolded with red eyes: "Don't disturb me drinking!"

Xiuyu stood motionless in the courtyard, silently looking at Lan Xiangxue.

The two people, one big and one small, stared at the face that was [-]% similar to themselves, and the moonlight witnessed the girl's first rebellion.

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ps: I always feel that with such a high frequency of updates, I will not be far from Calvin. In fact, I have been stuck many times.

The subject matter of this book actually has a lot of content that can be written, and many ideas have been stuffed into it, but somehow it was not written out.

If you think about it carefully, maybe the stage is too small, and maybe the writing so far is just the beginning.

When Bai Taki leaves Jinling City, the prologue is truly completed.

Chapter 170

Lan Xiangxue shouldn't have been drunk.

How could a congenital warrior get drunk so easily.

But she was still drunk, not because she was drunk, but because she wanted to be drunk.

In this era, there is no saying that minors cannot drink alcohol. If it is the daughter of a scholarly family, it is normal for them not to drink alcohol all their lives.

But she no longer regards herself as an ordinary daughter of a scholarly family, so what's wrong with drinking?

She is no longer an assassin, but a duckweed in this arena.

The son told her that there is still a long time in the future, and she can slowly find her own direction.

But she didn't know where she could go, she just wanted to stay by the young master's side to repay her kindness.

If she had known her identity earlier, if she had understood the pull of this bloodline earlier, maybe she would not have been so restless, and she would not have wanted to get drunk by the moonlight.

The son may have known her identity from the beginning.

What Yan Qixia said was right, the young master always took one step to see three steps, he had already seen the more distant scenery.

Asking people to inquire about their origins is also to find out whether they are the heirs of Zhen Guo's bloodline.

In other words, the reason why the young master saved him was precisely because of this marriage.

Who said no?

Xiuyu and the young master are acquainted, and they have an old karmic relationship.

The young master saved herself, perhaps because of a kindness, or maybe it was a matter of convenience, or thinking deeply, in order to set up such a game, the young master lived because she was needed on the chessboard.

Otherwise, wouldn't all this development be too coincidental?

Lan Xiangxue couldn't figure it out, she knew that she was far less intelligent than Bingxue, she couldn't take the overall situation into consideration, and she couldn't even analyze the situation after the end.

She is just a pawn in the game, a pawn under the young master's fingertips.

But she didn't care. Past experience told her that being useful is not a bad thing, and there is no good intention for no reason.

Who is she, Lan Xiangxue?An assassin in Jianghu, a low-level killer, no one cares about his death. After ten years of suffering, he has already seen through the coldness and warmth of the world.

No matter what the son's purpose is, she never cared about it in her heart.

The young master saved himself from a dying situation, cut off the shackles of the past, destroyed the Xueyi Building casually, and returned her to freedom.

This is the grace of regeneration.

Not only that, the young master does not shy away from her past, he gives her food and clothing, gives her famous swords, teaches her unique skills, comforts her heart, and treats her so well that the girl is unbelievable. , and even made her feel a little panicked.

This kindness, she may be able to repay it for several lifetimes.

However, the young master doesn't want anything, neither covets her skin, nor does he need her to kneel down and swear loyalty in this life. He said with a smile that he hates slavery and hopes that he can find his future direction.

Lan Xiangxue understood his kindness, the young master didn't need to become a sword, and he didn't want her to become an accessory vase. He warned her that she should live dignifiedly and independently, and not become a fallen leaf drifting with the crowd.

But even with this kindness, she didn't know how to respond.

Lan Xiangxue had long wanted to know why she had been treated so well.

She understands now.

She didn't feel relaxed, she just hoped that she would never know about it for the rest of her life.

If you know it, it means the arrival of parting.

Whether it's the young master thinking about the past, or the end of this round, Lan Xiangxue is no longer important to him.

The young master doesn't need her to be by his side all the time, the kindness he treats her is probably because he takes care of the younger generation's mood, so he is always so gentle.

Kelan Xiangxue only thought that the young master was so cruel.

When she started to depend on him, he didn't say anything, when she gradually got used to it, he was indifferent; when she was completely attached, he said it was time to separate.

Everything Yan Qixia said is gradually coming true.

She didn't know the young master at all, and she didn't know that under his gentle attitude was the indifference of thousands of miles away. No one could really understand his heart.

She is not an exception, she is just one of them, maybe she thinks she is special, but how long can this specialness last?

When the song ended, she was also sad and out of her mind.

Finally, Lan Xiangxue realized that feeling, that unspeakable bitterness.

There seemed to be a hole inside.

She couldn't cry, maybe she didn't know how to cry, but her nose was sore, her mind was dizzy, and even her fingertips were trembling when practicing sword.

So she thought, if only she could forget it, she would drink alone under the moonlight with a wine pot in the dead of night.

She shouldn't blame the young master, should she blame him for treating her too well?