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Gong Jiu doted on his little girl very much, so although he was not afraid of Ximen Chuuxue, he obediently opened the window.Ximen Chuuxue has the habit of waking up to practice swords in the morning, but it is inconvenient to practice swords when going out, so this morning class has become a meditation in the room.

When Ximen Chuixue came downstairs, Lu Xiaofeng, Yan Huan and his party had already sat down at the table, waiting for him to have breakfast together.Ximen Chuuxue’s breakfast is still a plate of boiled eggs, because she always dislikes the things outside being unclean—maybe because of psychological reasons, Ximen Chuuxue feels that the meals on the ships traveling to and from Baiyun City are much cleaner than the inns in the Central Plains.

Boiled eggs are the cleanest food he can eat outside, but Ximen Chuuxue doesn't allow his younger sister to imitate him.Every morning, the little girl would reach out her paws to touch a boiled egg from the plate in front of her brother, but when she touched the second one, Ximen Chuuxue would give her a piece of pastry or side dishes with chopsticks.

As a little Jiluo who has to carry an epee every day, Yan Huan's appetite should be considerable, but I don't know if she is born this way or because she grew up around Ye Gucheng. Ye Gucheng always eats with restraint, He also eats less than ordinary men, while Zian Huan has really reached the point of "eating cat food", always eating a little at each meal to say that he is full.

If she really indulged her, this little girl would dare to use two boiled eggs as her own breakfast.She is just at the age of growth, a girl in the age of cardamom, but still looks like a small one, even if she eats every meal and eats well, she may not be able to grow up, and it is impossible for Ximen Chuuxue to let the young girl eat every meal Eating monotonous boiled eggs like myself.

Most of the teenagers present were at the age of eating to death. Gong Jiu had heard about Ximen Chuuxue's eccentricity in his previous life, so it was strange to see him occasionally eating other foods, but Lu Xiaofeng worriedly persuaded him. My friends should eat more, but if Ximen Chuuxue could be persuaded, he wouldn't be Ximen Chuuxue anymore.

Anyway, after breakfast, Lu Xiaofeng took the initiative to say that he wanted to go shopping. He knew why Ye Yanhuan came here, and he also understood that he was still an "outsider" in this sense, and his little friend's trip , is not allowed to accompany outsiders alone.Yan Huan smiled gratefully at him, but didn't say anything more.

They are friends, the kind that don't need to thank you.

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at Gong Jiu silently, hoping that he would be more sensible, but Gong Jiu seemed to have not seen Ximen Chuuxue's cold gaze, and stood beside Xiao Yan Huan with a smile all the time.

Seeing that his elder brother and ninth elder brother were about to fight again, Xiao Yan Huan quickly took each arm and said to them with a smile: "Let's go, let's go back early."

That's right, go early and return early - because Ye Yanhuan is more timid when she is close to her hometown, and when she thinks that there is no hidden sword in West Lake, she feels sorry for her master and herself.

This day is a rare sunny day in Jiangnan this season. A young man in white and a swordsman in white are enough to catch the eye, not to mention a little girl with an epee on her back.And if this girl is born with that color, even a blind man would stop and "look" twice.

At this time, Ximen Chuuxue has not yet become famous in the Jianghu, and there are not many teenagers in the Jianghu who like white clothes and sabers because they worship Ximen Chuixue, and there are even fewer who can wear this white dress with the charm of Gong Jiu and Ximen Chuixue.

Yan Huan has a lot of clothes, but the styles are roughly the same. She likes to wear white clothes, but compared to the vegan clothes of her uncle and brother, she always has complicated and dazzling embroidery on her body. The colorful silk threads are carefully embroidered by the most skillful embroiderers. Although the clothes are white, they are not too plain.

There is no way, what Yan Huan likes most is the bright yellow body on his master, but now that color is taken over by the Da'an royal family, Xiao Yan Huan can't wear that color to show off.The next best thing, Yan Huan also started wearing neat white clothes.

Today, Ye Yanhuan tied her long hair like black ink into a high ponytail, and the palm-width corset on her body outlined her slender waist.Yan Huan didn't wear any accessories. At first glance, it would make people think that he was an overly handsome young man. However, her face was a little heroic, but after all, she still had some immaturity that belonged to a little girl, so it wouldn't really make people think Misidentified her gender.

Huamanlou usually likes to sit in his family's restaurant and listen to the footsteps of passers-by on the street. He has been blind for seven years. Since he was seven years old, he has been used to darkness.In other words, Huamanlou and this darkness compromise with each other.

He is no longer afraid of being alone, or even of unfamiliar places and environments.From stumbling and bruising at home, to being able to walk freely on the street, and even practicing good martial arts, the hardships that Huamanlou has put in are far beyond those who have never experienced it imaginable.

But Huamanlou didn't think it was bitter, he just thought it was a different experience and experience from ordinary people.

At the age of 14, he began to like going to the street.He couldn't see the bustling pedestrians, but he could hear all kinds of voices.The flowers bloom, the snow falls, the wind blows, and the rain entangles. After the eyes are dimmed, Huamanlou can hear many voices that ordinary people have never noticed.

For Huamanlou, listening to the footsteps of people on the street every day, judging their age, gender, martial arts level, and even their hometown, etc., has become a way for Huamanlou. Practice.

After all, in the mid-June of West Lake, many literati and poets from all over the world are entrenched here. They want to write a few beautiful poems in this place where the historical style and humanistic atmosphere have accumulated, and win the name of "talented scholar".And June is also the day when the newly trained courtiers of Qinlou Painting Boat made their debut on stage, so many people came here admiringly.

On such a day when the three teachings and nine streams gathered in the West Lake, Huamanlou heard the three most unusual footsteps.He could tell that the three of them had extremely high kung fu. At the beginning, Hua Manlou almost thought they were seniors in the world.Then he smelled a smell of "iron".

This kind of smell is not uncommon, as long as these three people are wearing iron weapons, Hua Manlou can always smell it.However, what made Huamanlou feel strange was that he could clearly hear the footsteps of a woman among the three, and he could even smell a faint citrus-like fragrance from this girl.But Huamanlou knew that it was not citrus, but a fruit unique to the South China Sea called "lemon".

But this little girl's footsteps are very heavy, not the kind of heaviness caused by ordinary people who don't know how to do light work, but it seems that she is walking forward with a weight, so every step is firmly crushed on the ground.If judged based on her footsteps, this girl would cost at least fifty or sixty catties in the mansion.

Can a little girl weigh fifty or sixty catties?Why can carry such a heavy giant?Puzzled, Hua Manlou frowned slightly.

The Hua family was in business with Nanhai, and Huamanlou knew that Nanhai was full of talents, but this little girl was too strange.

As those people approached, Hua Manlou could gradually hear what they were saying.Hua Manlou definitely didn't intend to eavesdrop, it's just that after he lost his eyesight, his other senses would be extra sharp, even if he didn't want to hear, those words would be poured into his ears.

"Xiaoxiao, are you sure it's here?" It was a male voice that was a bit indifferent, but when he spoke to the little girl, he softened his voice very awkwardly and carefully, making people laugh at this rare tenderness.

"It's here. But brother, time is such a scary thing, you can't see any trace." The little girl said something that others couldn't understand, but she dragged out a soft nasal voice, which made people suspicious It will make the child cry in a moment.

"Whose house is this?" It was still the same male voice just now, but Hua Manlou was sure that he had changed the person he was talking to, because the change in tone was too obvious.

"Ask me?" It was a somewhat flamboyant and wanton voice, but it stopped for some reason. Finally, the man sighed, and seemed to raise his hand to stroke the little girl's head, before saying, "It's from the Jiangnan Hua family. The ancestral house. The Hua family is not short of money, and they haven't reached the point where they want to buy the ancestral house."

When he mentioned his family, Hua Manlou paused slightly while holding the fan, and couldn't help but listen attentively.

I only heard the little girl rubbing her eyes and sniffing her nose again, before she said: "It's just revisiting the old place, there's no reason to demolish other people's houses. What's more, even if you build another one in the original place, it's not good after all." gone."

This little girl is only thirteen or fourteen years old. Although their Hua family is not a family of hundreds of years, it has lasted for hundreds of years. This Hua family's ancestral house has been built since their ancestors, and the descendants After renovation and expansion, Huamanlou didn't understand what the girl meant by "revisiting the old place".

He still wanted to continue listening, but he heard the three footsteps that caught his attention just now walking towards him one after another.

The table where Hua Manlou was sitting was knocked on, and then the ostentatious male voice from just now sounded.Gong Jiu evoked a sarcastic smile, and said to Hua Manlou jokingly: "Eavesdropping behind the scenes is not the way of a gentleman, Mr. Hua Qi."

He was also young, plus he was indeed rude first, Hua Manlou's face suddenly became a little impressive.But he soon realized the crux of the problem, Hua Manlou frowned, and said to Gong Jiu, "Young Master, have we met before?" Otherwise, how did he know that he was Hua Qi?

The author has something to say: the grown-up Hua Qiqi may be able to respond to all changes without change, ignoring all kinds of provocations from Luo Gongjiu, but the 14-year-old Hua Qiqi...

Well, boy, this is also a kind of experience, come on~

☆, what does fluttering look like.