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Now they are heading south to look for Emperor Yan.Su Wan followed them all the way but rarely spoke to them, and sometimes looked at Ruan Qingjue indifferently, with uncontrollable sadness in her eyes.Seeing this, Ruan Qingjue wondered, how wronged was Da Si Ming at that time?

He wanted to talk to her secretly, but was dragged aside by Da Si Ming.He asked dissatisfiedly, "Why?"

"To shut up."

Da Si Ming is a person with very low emotional intelligence. He must hold the things he likes in his hand and watch them all the time. If he can't solve the problems, he will throw one to the northernmost end and the other to the southernmost end. He sits in the middle and acts as a gatekeeper. I suppressed myself.

Looking at Fuxi again, he seems to have a very high prestige and prestige abroad. Everywhere he goes, people come to visit and give gifts.

Ruan Qingjue himself, on the other hand, is like a street mouse, if he doesn't move faster, he will be beaten when the rumors spread from the capital.

They obviously don't know each other, but they can be so unreasonable.

"Killing people with just a few words, the awareness of people nowadays is really high." They were spending time in the teahouse when they heard two men go up to the second floor one after the other and sit down behind the screen next to them.

The teahouse is divided into upper and lower floors, but the gap is the sky and the earth.The long tables and bad benches on the first floor, and the screens and carved tables and chairs on the second floor, how can they be high-end and domineering?

In fact, in the final analysis, it is to find an excuse for the rich to spend money.

The two men who came up were both gray clothed. The former ordered a pot of tea after he sat down, while the latter took a step behind him, walking very heavily, as if something heavy was tied to his legs.

Ruan Qingjue and the others were only separated from the two by a screen, so they could hear their conversation clearly.

The former's voice was soft, coming slowly like a trickle, "It's just a pity that there are always many people like this in the world, who bully the weak, bully the weak and fear the hard...Brother Gao, I like this kind of tea the most. Are you really not a taster? "

"I can't drink it." The latter cherished words like gold, and only listened to the former's ramblings along the way, and now when the latter spoke, it made people shiver with cold.

Such unemotional words can't help but remind people of the dead sleeping in the coffin.

Ruan Qingjue pressed her back lightly against the screen, only to feel an unexplained wind brush past her hand and take away something.

"I can't even afford to drink it? At worst, I can use this month's wages to cover it. Anyway, I work for you. I don't know who I am if I eat you and drink you?" The former pushed the teacup over, "Brother Gao, please take it."

"Brother Lin, if you have wine today and get drunk today, it's like a fairy. If you don't want to be starved to death on the street, just drink your tea and leave."

"Who's the money..." Unexpectedly, Brother Gao had an extra money bag in his hand, and at the same time Ruan Qingjue knocked on the screen and said, "My lords, who stole the money bag?"

So fast!

Mr. Lin thought to himself.There are few people born and bred in this town, but there is an endless stream of outsiders.In order to prove the saying that thieves come out of poor mountains and rivers, everyone in this town has learned the skill of stealing things, and brother Gao is the fastest stealer among the thieves.

Mr. Gao suppressed his surprise, handed the money bag to the outstretched hand behind the screen, and said, "Sorry, just kidding."

If you don't speak again, this joke will become a donation of merit.

Ruan Qingjue asked, "Oh... did you really enjoy yourself?"

As he asked, he handed the money bag to Da Si Ming.The two of Gao Lin didn't know that Mr. Gao originally stole Ruan Qingjue's purse, but in the process of stealing it, someone dropped it.

Ruan Qingjue didn't say anything, but said in her heart, with your hand speed, you don't have to worry about shame when you come out to steal things. I knew that speed is needed to kill people. Speed ​​is what counts when you pick up a knife and drop it. If you slow down, your head will fall , who else cares if your head is lost and someone will replace it?

"father?"

Ruan Qingjue made a gesture to silence him, and suddenly Mr. Gao let out a low cry, and the sound fell silent.

The author has something to say:

In fact, it is correct to say that poor people come out of poor mountains and rivers, but it is also true that people are poor.