The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

Chapter 19 Relying on money and power

"Three three three, nine o'clock." Luanlan turned his back to the three people and said to the lost boy in the corner.

The three of them looked at the rotten back, and the people in the corner also looked up at the woman standing tall, with a noble neck and a slender figure, as independent as a crane.

"Open the cup."

In just a moment, the eyes that reached the corner were cast on the gambling table, and the four people came to their senses one after another.

The person in the corner didn't have much confidence in this woman who came with the crane's highlight. His eyes were bright just now, but after the woman's gaze shifted, his eyes also dimmed, like a sluggish wall grass.

When they saw the three dice, the three of them looked at the uninvited guest with indifference on their faces, as if everything was as she expected.

"Let's find someone, what are you waiting for?" Lanlan kicked Yan'er, who was on the ground with his head down.

The servant raised his head and saw that the sparkling golden light on the woman's body could not withstand the burning gazes of the three money wolves behind her - in the blink of an eye, she had just walked out wearing the money she had received.

Won?

Really or not, the little slave jumped onto the table, his eyes widened as if his eyes were made of gold, and his jaw dropped in shock.

Is it so amazing?

Three stars and three points, even if he wanders around casinos for ten years, he will never be able to develop such awesome skills!

He, Cao Xiaosheng, was so convinced that he fell to the ground!

In his heart, Cao Xiaosheng had a scheming idea. He wanted to become a disciple. No matter how talented she was, she didn't pick her talent, so it fell on her.

This money made money quickly, and Cao Xiaosheng didn't want to let this good master go. With this calculation in mind, he quickly followed up.

"Gege, who are you looking for?"

Lanlan was silent, lowered his head to paint, and with just a few strokes, he sketched out some of Caicai's charm with a nose and eyes.

The details are too messy to draw, but the general charm is there, and I don’t have to worry about finding people.

Cao Xiaosheng looked at the few strokes on the paper. His hand that was sharpening ink stopped, and an impression came to his mind, "It's her!"

Ink splashed on the inkstone, "Go and bring her out."

"Gege doesn't know. Yesterday, the little Liuzi who was next to Fujin wanted to leave. As for the one you saw inside, it was Manager Li who came to take over."

"She took the person away directly without using any handwriting?"

"Yes."

This is probably the difference between her and Nian's money. One relies on money and the other relies on power. How much trouble does the one who relies on power save?

No money is needed, just say a word.

"Is the person named Li a person named Nian?"

By saying this, the people in the world don't look down on Nian at all, or do they simply want to flick away Nian's disgusting eye-guts?

"I can't say for sure. Manager Li is an old man who followed Master Baylor from the palace. Empress De's concubine is very fond of him."

"Oh, I see."

Cao Xiaosheng looked at Lanlan leaving with disappointment, and slapped his forehead, oh, he forgot to become a disciple.

Don't worry, the future is long and the woman in the back house won't be able to grow wings.

Maybe.

However, all the Xinyi flowers bloomed outside the wall.

"How come all the cards I got are bad?" Lanlan muttered dissatisfiedly. The money is all rewarded by men. He wants power and does not have a good background. My father is a ninth-grade sesame officer, and his salary is not much more than the fingernails. Got connections.

Lanlan picked up the Xinyi flowers on the ground, threw them hard and smashed the branches above his head, "Tutu, do you think if I had a close brother like Nian Gengyao, would I hit a wall today?"

Speaking of close relatives, Tutu subconsciously put his hands into his sleeves, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

"As long as the backstage is hard enough, no one will dare to resist. Li Dafu is a bullshit, Nian Shi doesn't even need to stick his butt out, he just runs over and wipes it clean."

"Gege, I have a family letter here, but I forgot to give it to you." After hesitating for a long time, Tutu handed over the family letter honestly.

"Did it come from my father? He seems to have been less frequent in sending me jewelry, gold and silver lately."

Although he blamed him, he still opened the envelope with great interest.

A few pages of paper are spread out eloquently, and the writing pen is very powerful, thin and sharp, but it is more important to look good.

However, the content is very unsatisfactory.

The general idea is that when you are old and have a son, you are happy to be a father.Sorry, money is tight, so let her fend for herself.

In modern times, she is an orphan. When she longs for her parents' love, she is like a tadpole looking for its mother to see how good other people's parents are.

Here, with a father who is an official, and with a little money, we can be considered a well-off family, right?Just now, I thought my father had no power, but now he even ran away with his money.

boo boo!

"Tutu, were all the nine aunts pregnant before I broke my brain?"

Sure enough, what Tutu was worried about came to light, "Yes, the doctor said they were pregnant at almost the same time."

He smiled and said, "My father is in very good health and has good luck. He has nine aunts and nine sons, and he has a successor overnight."

Then she made a grimace and shed tears like worms, and said in a hoarse voice:
"My father told me a lot about my younger brother. The Full Moon Wine was planned to be served at 99 tables for nine days and nine nights. My boudoir was also going to be transformed into a private room for my older brother, and the few shops my mother left behind were also going to be preserved. For the eldest brother, oh, my father also said that he would invite eminent monks from the capital to give names to the younger brothers..."

"I wouldn't have known that the father's love I had for 14 years had lost it overnight. Wow——"

Why don't you knock on the door before the harm comes, but come when you say it's coming?

The tears he was holding back burst out, and Lanlan hugged Tutu and cried, "The most cruel thing is that what he wrote on the last piece of paper was to fend for himself. Why didn't he say to be self-reliant and self-reliant?"

You must know that the difference between these two words is two words, which means completely different meanings. One means abandonment, and the other means encouragement.

"If I had known that the injury would be so serious, I shouldn't have accepted what he gave me in the first place. Did he send me so many jewelry just to poke my heart at this moment? Wuwu~"

Ruthless!

Tutu gently stroked Lanlan's trembling back as if comforting his little brother.

The wet eyelashes ran into the eyes, making the red and swollen eyes bloodshot from crying, biting the red lips and eating a mouthful of cinnabar. It rained all night, and the storm had better come violently!

Don’t get me wrong, the one who fights the storm is not necessarily a pitiful clawless kitten who can only whine miserably. If the storm is too violent, the cat will be domesticated into an even more violent storm!

It will live and die on its own, and it will be easy to act without worries!

The sadness had reached its end and there were no more tears. The two of them helped each other back to the room.

Lanlan looked at the ugly monster in the mirror, with cinnabar spreading all over his chin and big black eye circles like a giant panda. His beautiful face was ruined!

"I want to wash my face and be a new person." Lanlan pretended to be strong and said to her self in the mirror who was about to pass away. In fact, she was already a handful of broken glass and her heart was so broken that it could not be broken again.

If she doesn’t have power, she works hard on her own business. If she doesn’t have money, she starts from scratch and makes money on her own. But fuck that shit and fend for herself. Her rule of life in modern times has always been to be self-reliant and self-reliant!What are you afraid of when you have a bad hand of cards? A gambling game like Golden Flower relies on a bad hand of cards that won’t turn over. Even the bad cards that last till the end are turned out to be good ones that make people applaud!

The hurt that makes people's hearts burn with despair can also make them feel desperate and fight back.

She had already thought about the next few options and was sitting in front of the mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror with a completely new look. She no longer admired this prime time without makeup, so she took the time to run away.

"Tutu, I'm leaving Baylor Mansion. Do you want to go with me?" Lanlan asked Tutu sincerely what he thought.

Tutu poured the wash water in his hand onto the row of purple platycodon flowers, spitting out all the water he had eaten.

Now, she had poured all the water she could give these flowers in her life at once, and let them fend for themselves from now on!
"Gege, I will never leave you."

"Okay. Now I need you to help me go to Nianfujin's small garden and say a few words to her."

"What are you talking about? I will definitely bring you here."

"Second sentence: Come to Langege's courtyard tonight at midnight with Caicai and two jars of spirits. If you don't come, it's shit."

Tutu frowned, this was a hot potato, what tone should I use to say it so that I could escape unscathed?

"Third sentence: If you dare to touch a hair on my head, you are a maggot in shit."

ah?With this sentence, the previous sentence can be blunt?
The second sentence, the third sentence, "What about the first sentence?"

"Tell her, I know that Bai Yu'er's death has something to do with her. If she doesn't want to make a fuss and make it known to everyone, just follow my request."

Well, the real ruthless person is here!

"Okay, I will definitely bring you here."

"Well, okay, let's split up into two groups, and I'll go find the Fourth Master for a showdown."

Tutu didn't know how big a wave Roanlan would make or how much fire he would ignite. She only knew that the man in front of her was the master she had been waiting for for a long time, and she could trust him without hesitation.

Because her confidence seems to indicate that a bright tomorrow is waiting for them!

Therefore, for a better tomorrow, even if he goes through fire and water today, Tutu will not hesitate.

She, they, have endured it for too long.

Qianqing Pavilion.

The purple platycodon is like a hexagonal bun on top of the green branches. When the wind blows, it shakes like a bell, but without the jingle.

As soon as the breeze blew, there was really a series of jingling sounds. Of course it was not Platycodon that had become a spirit, but the sound was coming from the Qianqing Pavilion.

Looking for the ringtone, Lanlan walked up the steps and said, "Fuchaxi, tell your father that I have something important to discuss with him."

"Yes."

"Ding-dong-ding-dong..." The sound is rhythmic, and it should be following the dancing steps.

What is there, you can guess it with your eyes closed. This stoic Fourth Master is having sex with some beauty?
A woman who comes up to Fourth Master and flirts with her is equivalent to coming up to Nian Qiuyue and provoking him!

seek death!

After a while, Fuchaxi came back. His mouth was tightly closed and his eyes were as if they were stuck in ice. He probably disturbed the interest of the old man inside and got a lot of rubbish from his temper.

I guess it’s a matter of rottenness, Xuan!

"Gege, Fourth Master said he would come to your place tonight."

Does his uncle think that her money is a concubine?You take yourself too seriously!
Leave tonight, without delay!
"Go and tell him, I have a way to solve his urgent problem." Even if you don't reveal your trump card!

It’s an urgent matter, why doesn’t Fuchaxi know?The fourth master is still thinking about enjoying the dance at the moment, and it doesn't look like he is encountering something difficult.

"Yes!"

Fu Chaxi agreed bravely and went in with uneasiness to spoil the scenery.

In less than a minute, Fuchaxi jumped out and greeted her with a smile, "Gege, please."

It seems that the fourth master is not so drunk that he is so lustful that he washes his face with paste, which can save him!

Fuchaxi led Lanlan in. The sound of the bells approached them step by step, and they also approached the sound of the bells step by step.

Someone behind Fu Chaxi kicked him hard on the calf, and quickly knelt down to say hello, "I've seen Nian Fu Jin."

Unexpectedly, it was her, and Tutu was about to fall short.

The memory of being humiliated last time came flooding back, and Lanlan followed Fu Shen, "I've seen Nian Bei Fujin."

Lower your head, be humble and humble again and again, it’s so tiring!

It had been a long time since Nian Qiu Yue asked him to stand up. Wouldn't she want to repeat her old tricks again and get addicted to pinching soft persimmons?
Lanlan lowered her head and saw the pair of bells swinging before her eyes, as arrogant as its owner!
"I know the rules this time."

Shocked, Nian actually wanted to help her stand up. Uh, did Luanlan take the wrong medicine and hallucinate, or did Nian change his mind and become a virtuous person?

Ah - Luanlan had a bitter look on her face, Nian really couldn't change her nature just like a dog can't change eating shit.

It hurt so much that it felt like the piece of flesh pinched by Nian was about to fall out. The pain made her roll into tears.

"Have you ever pinched a soft persimmon? It feels so much better!" Nian said, pulling on the thin layer of skin on his rotten arm like a rubber band.

It was so sour and refreshing that the comfortable Nian almost cried out regardless of her status.

"My slave has never pinched a soft persimmon, but he has been bitten by a dog. The feeling is extremely painful!"

It really hurts so much that my face is as red as green vegetables.

"What did you say?" Nian let go of his hand and waved his hand, "There are mosquitoes!" He swiped the blue face unceremoniously.

When Nian saw this face for the first time in the painting, he was already filled with hatred.

Especially the faint red mole on the chin, which is very dazzling.

Like a long hard shark's fin stuck in her throat, she has almost been tortured to death by this pain over the years!

Fortunately, the flesh on the hand was saved. Unfortunately, half of the face was distorted by the slap. You could feel that it was rapidly becoming congested and swollen with blood. It was probably the same as having several buns in your mouth.

Damn it, my face is on my body, I can’t even blow it, it hurts! !
After being pushed hard by Nian again, Lanlan heard the bell jingle angrily and staggered away.

Stick out the tip of your tongue and gently touch the inner wall, and tear it off - you are so quick with your tongue, now you have to boil a pot of eggs and start a tank on your face!

If Nian Gengyao hadn't been standing behind her, would such an arrogant woman have kept her overnight?

Fu Chaxi looked worriedly at the big swollen bump on the woman's beautiful face and asked, "Are you okay? Do you need to apply a compress first?"

Lanlan gave a forced smile that hurt him to death, "Something happened, but don't worry."

Worry?Fuchaxi was worried about himself, otherwise he wouldn't have just stood idly by.

The tension between women was terrifying. He was just worried about harming him, an innocent fish in the pond!

(End of this chapter)