Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 1

Drunken red plum groves, green lake rippling.The breeze blows through the forest branches that are still full of vitality in winter.There are slight ripples in a pool of water, and the clear waves undulate.The plum petals swayed with the wind, floating up and down one after another, and the fragrance of those petals hit the air.

If the willow plums are drunk and smoked, Xiaoxiao's wind and dust will also discuss the mound.How can you not be drunk in this situation?

There seems to be a little clear mark on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, but it is not clear from a distance.

The corners of the clothes of the people in the pavilion swayed.In front of him is a stone table, on which is placed this sandalwood chessboard, with nineteen stripes criss-crossing, black and white chess pieces are placed in boxes on the left and right.

I don't know whose son is so elegant.

The boy in blue recognized the person in the pavilion, and ran over with joy on his brow.Stop a few steps away from the person.Perhaps it was because of running too much, with a red face on his face: "Mr. Qingluo, how can you return this at this time? Madam is in a hurry." Seeing him as if he had never heard of him, he said again: "Just now the matchmaker has arrived. Right now, everyone is waiting for you in the hall, you should go back with me."

Qingluo looked down at the chess pieces on the table, and stretched out her hand to stroke the light-colored lines on the chessboard back and forth, with a gloomy expression.

"I will call someone to come over and burn this chessboard."

"...Don't you love this chess the most, why should you destroy it?"

"... just destroy it."

"Yes."

Qingluo got up and sighed softly.When he looked back, the black hair slipped down the clothes room, revealing his face.

The little boy couldn't help holding his breath, and even his earlobe was stained red.The red tide just now has not dissipated, but now it looks like a steamed shrimp.

Qingluo was exceptionally handsome, even Shen Bi, who was known as the most beautiful woman in the city, did not match her makeup.Graceful and handsome, the tear moles at the corners of his eyes are even more charming when they droop and close their eyes.However, what really drove the world crazy was the coldness in his eyes.Everyone knows that this man has a cold temper.But he is prouder than anyone else---not arrogance and arrogance, but self-respect and self-love.

After stroking her sleeves, Qingluo got up and left the Huxin Pavilion, followed by Xiaotong.

In the 23rd year of Yankang, a major event happened in the capital.Si Yu, the head of the Si family, is about to marry, but he is marrying that Young Master Qingluo!This Si family is the richest man in the world, and the head of the family, Si Yu, is a young talent.As soon as this news came out, the Quartet was no longer calm.It's not that you are accusing them of violating the laws of nature. Who hasn't played with men in this world?But I was surprised that this young master Qingluo was willing to break the man's respect and marry him.For a while on weekdays, the woman who secretly promised Siyu looked coldly at Qingluo, mocking her. The man who was dedicated to Qingluo was even more heartbroken and desperate for death.

No matter what the outside world is like, the wedding date is still coming as scheduled.Silk silk section, highly hired matchmaker, did not look like he was hiding his armpit at all.

Festive red is everywhere, red beams, and the mellow aroma of fine wine permeates everywhere.The sound of firecrackers shook the world, and the hall was even more lively. The guests who gave gifts never stopped talking about congratulations.

Mrs. Si sat on a chair in the hall and thanked the visitors, with a kind smile on her solemn face, and she could vaguely see the grace of the year in her gestures.At this time, the housekeeper walked to her side from outside the room and whispered in her ear.

"Madam, the young master hasn't arrived yet."

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Mrs. Si's eyes, and she frowned slightly. "Hurry up and ask someone to check it out. Why hasn't it arrived at this hour?"

The housekeeper took the order, Madam Si felt her eyelids twitching non-stop, and her heart became more and more nervous, but she had to greet the guests, so she had to hold back and send more people to look for it.

As the sky got darker, Si Yu still didn't show up, and Mrs. Si was about to ask someone to take a look.He ran into a disheveled boy with disheveled hair. He fell in the middle of the hall, and before everyone recovered, he hoarsely yelled a few words.

He said, young... the young master is dead! ! !

"Slap..."

The sound of unfinished firecrackers, which symbolizes celebration, is very loud at this moment...

In the attic, the door is locked.Because it is a relationship between a man and a man, there is no ceremony of the sedan chair worship. As long as the groom lifts the red hijab, he will officially become husband and wife.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Qing Luo looked at the person in the mirror, her slender phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, unable to read his emotions.Suddenly, he clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained his fair and slender fingers red.The blood on her lips combined with the bright red wedding dress added a bit of coquettishness.He grabbed the front of his clothes in pain, and was about to call out for someone, so he vomited a mouthful of blood again, and then heard a burst of crying from under the attic.It seems to be yelling something, it seems that...young...young master is dead! !

The little servant was lying on the ground, his body covered in scars, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he was still muttering something.Everyone looked at him suspiciously, this person doesn't seem to be lying, could it be...

Mrs. Si ran to the boy's side frantically, and grabbed his lapel.

"What did you say!!! What did you say!!!"

"Old...madam, old lady...young master, he...he is dead..."

"Aah!!!!"

According to the boy, it turned out that Si Yu knew that Qingluo liked to play chess, so he personally ordered a white jade chess for him.The master asked him to pick it up today, and Si Yu thought he would come in a hurry, so he drove his horse and took him there with him.But who knows that they met a few masked robbers on the way. After killing Si Yu, they took the white jade chess and some money, and threw Si Yu's body off the cliff.

Hearing this, the angry and distressed Mrs. Si straightened her back, and with gloomy eyes led the people to the attic.Those guests who came to congratulate also went upstairs together, with different thoughts in their hearts.Because of anger and grief, no one thought carefully about the servant's words.No one noticed how strange what he said.

For example, why did those people kill Si Yu Duoqi alone but didn't kill him...

Another example, why does Si Yu take a useless servant with him to play chess...

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The small building stands tall on the shore of the lake, and the moonlight slanted into the attic.The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the winter wind hit, and the red silk gongs and satin hanging on the eaves of the small building floated gently.

The house in the center was noisy, and Luo Wei painted candles in the house, and the lights were dimmed.There were large patches of blood on the dressing table, but there was a person sitting beside the sandalwood table with a red cotton head.

If it weren't for the roars coming from outside the house, anyone would congratulate such a scene.

"Knock knock!!!"

"Qingluo, open the door!!! Give me back my son, you bastard!!!"

The door was knocked violently, and there was a harsh sound.The sound was so loud that it seemed to shake the sky and break the ground.Hearing the remarks of the people outside the door, the people under Hong Mian just smiled at the corners of their lips, looking calm and clear, not like a husband who just died.

husband?He lowered his eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes couldn't stop the ridicule in his eyes.It's a joke to think that he is a youthful and handsome man of seven feet, but he has to give up his dignity to marry him as his wife!!!

The noise outside the door was even louder, as if someone had knocked the door open. Also, how can these people be blocked by a single bolt, they are afraid that they would like to eat his flesh and drink his blood now.

The pain in his chest became more and more painful, and Qingluo felt that the strength in his whole body was gradually dissipating, so he threw away the red hijab and put it aside indifferently.He frowned and thought quietly, obviously not paying attention to the people outside the door.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and suddenly he recalled an incident a few days ago.

The little boy in blue turned his head from a servant and looked at him.Smiling, he raised the brocade box in his hand and ran towards himself.

"Hehe, look, my lord, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Xiao Tong made for you. Come! Try it."

"........."

Mrs. Si stood far away and watched the fat servant slam the door open, and then retreated to the servant who was being supported by the boy in blue.He walked quickly, and the people behind him also walked in.

She shouted "Qingluo!!!"

The bright red candle was blown to one side by the wind, and the room was empty.I saw that the window of the attic was opened, and the strong wind was blowing the red cotton yarn on both sides of the window.On the ground next to the window, a red floral wedding dress was quietly piled up there...

Mrs. Si put the crutches in her hands on the ground fiercely, "You all go down and search in the lake. If you live, you want to see people! If you die, you want to see corpses!!"

Everyone led the order to go down, and the old lady Si covered her mouth and burst into tears.

God, what crime did the Si family commit! ! !

What crime did the Tasi family do! ! !

When the lake water overflowed into the nostrils and ear cavities, Qingluo only felt uncomfortable for a moment. Then there was a frightening silence, time seemed to stand still, and there was only darkness around.

Is this what it feels like after death? There is no light, no wind, no consciousness... Qing Luo is slightly taken aback, but why does he still have thoughts?

Silently, a young man quietly appeared in the darkness. He was surrounded by dazzling light, making it difficult to see his face clearly.The man was smiling at him, a gentle, harmless smile.He slowly approached Qingluo, stretched out a slightly pale hand and rubbed gently on his face.

The surrounding gradually brightened, but there were only Qingluo and the boy.The broken hair on the boy's head swayed slightly, and he was dressed in a white coat.

Qingluo felt a little embarrassed, so she shrank her head subconsciously. The young man smiled lightly, looked into his eyes with his hands, and murmured, "This person...this person..."

"?" Qingluo looked at him strangely, what was he talking about? "Young master, I don't know where this is?"

The young man smiled and said nothing, still looking at Qingluo quietly.For some reason, Qingluo felt that this person must be a very gentle person, he gave him a sense of familiarity, but this person is really strange.

Seeing Qingluo's puzzled expression, the young man smiled lightly.Hugging him, the person in his arms froze for a moment, and then became very stiff.However, he didn't break free.

With endless gentleness in his eyes, the boy hugged him tightly.Feeling the gradually softening body of the person in his arms, he murmured in his ear.

From now on, please...

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