young master in arms

A knife stabbed over.

The knife in the wind, flowers, snow and moon is the most fatal.

This is undoubtedly a fatal blow.

Tang Xiaonan thought that there were very few people in the world who could avoid this knife.

But when his knife sliced ​​through the rice paper full of poetic and picturesque images and approached Baishao, his pupils suddenly dilated, so he had to withdraw, and stared at Baishao coldly.

"It's you again." Baishao's voice was low and hoarse, as if he seldom spoke.

Tang Xiaonan sighed: "If there is anyone in this world who can force me to withdraw the knife, this person must be white."

Bai Shao said: "Thank you."

Tang Xiaonan looked around at the brothers who were staring at him or pointing fingers, and laughed loudly: "As I said, your life is waiting for me to take it at any time."

The servant who followed Bai Shao to the "Poetry Hall" laughed his teeth out: "I said Tang Xiaonan, you have attacked my young master 27 times in total, why don't you give up?"

The kid snorted coldly: "If I want to give up, unless he dies."

The other guests seemed to already know the grievances between the two of them, and they all made fun of Tang Xiaonan: "Xiaonan, you still have to be self-aware." The corner of the young master's clothes." "Tang Xiaonan, what happened back then was just a misunderstanding, why are you so persistent!"

"I don't care!" Tang Xiaonan stood up: "He is a young master of the Bai family, so he can't understand the suffering of ordinary people like me."

He was wrapped in a big padded jacket, tied firmly with a belt, and a pair of straw sandals were covered with snow, his face purple with cold was full of grief and indignation.

Perhaps someone couldn't stand it anymore, and came forward to persuade: "We are all very sad about my sister's death, but this has nothing to do with Young Master Bai. The snow was too heavy that day, and my sister's body was weak, so she couldn't bear it and went. After saying this, the others were silent, thinking that the person had a graceful singing voice, a moving melody, and a belly full of poems and books. She was a talented woman recognized by the "Pin Poetry Hall". ,hateful!hateful!hateful!

"I won't listen!" Tang Xiaonan said with a sad face, "If the Bai family hadn't kicked my sister out, how could she have ended up like this?"

"But your sister made a mistake first, so I don't blame the Bai family's actions."

Tang Xiaonan laughed loudly: "What's wrong with Ru'er? He just accidentally cut off an arm of the eldest young master of the Bai family. If this damned beast falls into my hands, he will die without a place to bury him."

Bai Shao shouted: "That's enough, don't say any more."

"Oh, Baishao, you also know that you are ashamed to say about your elder brother?"

Bai Shao bit his lip, took a deep breath, and ordered his servants: "Go back."

The servants responded, and went out to prepare the car first. Seeing that Bai Shao was about to leave, Tang Xiaonan had no choice but to do so. Although he was angry, he knew that this matter had nothing to do with Bai Shao, but he was a fool. He has no choice but to look for Bai Shao at Pinshi Tang, the Bai family is now heavily guarded, even flies can hardly fly in, not to mention that the girl's death has passed for many years, and he is no longer as sad and indignant as before, but he doesn't know why. The reason is that he still sneaks up on Bai Shao from time to time, and even utters cruel words to kill him.

But he knew in his heart that he would not really kill Bai Shao.

The two have known each other since they were young and went out of the same family. If the sister hadn't died tragically, the two of them would have had a drink with Yue and had a good time.

When he walked out of the "Pin Poetry Hall", there happened to be a carriage galloping towards the suburbs, and the person raising the whip on the carriage was very familiar, but the carriage was going away very quickly, before he could see who it was, he went We have reached the corner of the street.

"The Mongolian Tatars have invaded our Central Plains for many years, and I don't know how long they will continue to be arrogant." He shook his head, and was about to go back when someone stopped him.