After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

When Yan Huaiyin woke up, it seemed like she had a big dream that she couldn't remember clearly.

He turned his eyes slightly, and saw Lian Qing kneeling beside the bed.

Lian bowed his head and knelt, clenched his teeth tightly, raised his head after hearing the movement on the bed, and said in a low voice, "Master, punish me."

When he tied up the two doctors and returned to the courtyard, he saw that the courtyard was full of Jin Yiwei.

Standing in front of Jin Yiwei was a young eunuch, and the imperial doctor Lian Qing knew him next to him, and he was one of the old Chaotai Hospital.

Since he came to the imperial doctor, he should be treating Yan Huaiyin inside, and Lian Qing hid outside the wall of the inn, not knowing how he survived the time before Jin Yiwei left.

After the people left, he entered the room and knelt down in front of Yan Huaiyin's bed.

What happened all night was all because of his mistake in decision-making, which caused Jin Yiwei to enter the courtyard.

If Huo Yunping was here, the sword would have already been placed on his neck.

Yan Huaiyin propped up her body and sat up.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, and then looked down at Lian Qing: "Tell me about what happened yesterday."

He even told Yan Huaiyin what happened last night in detail.

He didn't enter the house, so Jiang Lian didn't even know it when he was in the house, so he said everything he could see.

But Yan Huaiyin sighed slightly after hearing this.

been recognized.

After he returned to Chaohua City, he took all precautions, and he had never even been to Huo Yunping's mansion, but he didn't expect to be recognized by Liu Shangqing and Xu Guangnian after killing a person.

Yan Huaiyin moved her sore wrist: "Get up."

"You have meritorious deeds and demerits last night, I can't give you rewards now," Yan Huaiyin said, "Let's keep the punishments for now."

He only said to keep it first, and he couldn't even refuse lightly, so he could only stand up slowly.

Yan Huaiyin originally wanted him to retreat, but after thinking about it, he said, "Go and call Zhang Xiaoniu over."

Zhang Xiaoniu stood guard outside the door, and after a while stood in front of Yan Huaiyin's bed, with red eyes, he choked up and said, "Mr. Yan."

Yan Huaiyin patted his head: "I'm sorry for making you worry."

He was seriously apologizing to a servant.

Zhang Xiaoniu sniffled, couldn't hold it any longer, and threw himself into his arms, wrapping his arms around his waist: "Mr. Yan, they said you almost died."

"Well," Yan Huaiyin pinched the back of his neck and asked, "Then who called Imperial Doctor Xu for me?"

Zhang Xiaoniu muffled: "Nine thousand years old."

When he said this, there was still a sense of unreality.

He was shrouded in the shadow of nine thousand years old almost all the year round, but yesterday Jiang Lian came, not as scary as in the legend, and brought an imperial physician.

For a while, Zhang Xiaoniu had mixed feelings about Jiang Lian, and he didn't know what tone to use when mentioning him.

Yan Huaiyin did not expect it to be Jiang Lian.

He sat there thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoniu stayed in his arms, feeling a little embarrassed.

In Mr. Yan's bosom, besides the scent of medicine, there is another scent.

Zhang Xiaoniu's barren language can't describe it, but it feels very light and soft.

He got closer and only smelled a little bit.

He got out of Yan Huaiyin's arms in embarrassment, and stood aside politely with a blushing face.

Yan Huaiyin thought for a long time, only to find that Zhang Xiaoniu was still standing beside him, Yan Huaiyin said to him: "You help me pack my things."

His words came too fast, before Zhang Xiaoniu could react, he said, "Pack up what?"

Yan Huaiyin smiled: "It's time to move."

In the afternoon, they moved into the two-entry yard at the end of Baowen Street.

Baowen Street is neither far nor close to the Imperial Palace, and there is a big night market around it. The very noble adults in Chaohua City don't live here because they think it's too noisy.

Apart from the palace where the prince of the old dynasty lived when he was crowned king, Jiang Lian is the only one who lives here now.

He opened up the two mansions into a thousand-year-old mansion, making the two-entry courtyard at the end extremely weak and pitiful.

But Yan Huaiyin was already very satisfied.

His luggage was so small that there was almost no luggage, and Zhang Xiaoniu packed it loosely.

He followed Yan Huaiyin to the courtyard and never went back to the post station.

He just lived in the post station, and did not sign a contract of sale for the post station.

When Zhang Xiaoniu heard that Yan Huaiyin was going to move out of the station, he made a decision.

He wanted to follow Yan Huaiyin.

Eight years ago, after the Red Army broke through Chaohua City and killed his parents, he had never met anyone who was willing to talk to him tenderly.

When Zhang Xiaoniu found Yan Huaiyin and coyly told him about it, Yan Huaiyin agreed without thinking for long.

He was standing in the yard with his robe on, and was saying goodbye to the big janitor squatting in the yard picking his teeth.

Xu Shi's fever has not subsided yet, he has a pale face, a little tiredness between his brows, his outer robe is wrapped around his wrists, and he looks very thin under the blazing sunlight.

His eyelashes drooped, and he smiled at Zhang Xiaoniu: "I just need someone to run errands at this time, you can come back here when you are no longer busy, or I will give you some money and send you to study, okay? "

Zhang Xiaoniu was familiar with him, and he was much more at ease than finding someone else. Since he asked, Yan Huaiyin agreed.

Zhang Xiaoniu nodded blankly.

He should have been happy to hear that Yan Huaiyin agreed so quickly, but felt uncomfortable for some reason.

It's not clear, it seems that Yan Huaiyin agreed to him because he happened to be short of a servant. He asked Yan Huaiyin and he would agree, and the elder brother who was picking his teeth next to him asked, Yan Huaiyin would also agree.

Zhang Xiaoniu followed Yan Huaiyin to the small yard on Baowen Street under the half-smile eyes of his elder brother.

It wasn't until the accommodation was arranged for him and Zhang Xiaoniu was lying on the bed that he realized that Yan Huaiyin was similar to someone he had seen.

Jiang Lian is nine thousand years old.

It's just that Nine Thousand Years old's coldness comes from his bones, Yan Huaiyin's coldness is under his wings, he doesn't care at all.

Zhang Xiaoniu is not under his wing.

Zhang Xiaoniu was wrapped in a quilt, thinking about it and fell asleep.On the second day, the small courtyard without a door plaque suddenly became lively.

Following Yan Huaiyin's memorial to the emperor, the entire emperor knew that he accused Nanyang Hou of killing himself at the imperial concubine's banquet.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, just looking at the vague attitude of Emperor Chengde after Nanyang Hou ran to the palace and cried, people who watched this knew that the emperor did not want to take care of this matter.

For a while, officials from Nanyang Hou's faction scolded Yan Huaiyin for being stupid, and those who hated Nanyang Hou secretly said some good things about Yan Huaiyin.

Of course, I can only say secretly.

The Marquis Mansion of Nanyang, from the beginning of the old dynasty, was like a giant tree with luxuriant roots, firmly rooted in the land of Chaohua City, wantonly absorbing the flesh and blood nutrients from the great thorns of the past and the people of Daqi today.

If he moved, it wasn't just Nanyang Houfu that would be hurt.

It is too painful to pull out the cancer, and it is of no benefit to the royal family, so no one dares to touch Nanyang Houfu.

Even Emperor Chengde, even though he cursed, allowed the Chen clan to grow up day by day.

Anyway, it was the people's blood that was sucked, not his.

In the small courtyard, Yan Huaiyin sat in the room, watching the housewarming gift he received.

Prince Qi Zan, Wang Size, and even Liu Qingyun sent a set of the Four Treasures of the Study.

Yan Huaiyin picked out two posts from a pile of things, one was a greeting post and the other was an invitation post.

The invitation is from Liu Shangqing, and the invitation is from Meng Jingxuan.

Zhuangyuan Lang's handwriting was written with a strong character, Yan Huaiyin only glanced at it twice, and handed it to Zhang Xiaoniu next to him: "Return this."

Instead, it was an invitation, and he stayed.

Stay, just want to go to the banquet.

Zhang Xiaoniu poked his head and said, "When is the gentleman planning to go to the banquet?"

Yan Huaiyin smiled: "It will take a few days."

He really doesn't have much energy these days.

Everyone sent them housewarming gifts, but Yan Huaiyin thanked the guests behind closed doors because of his illness.

For more than ten days, only Prince Qi Zan was able to enter the courtyard twice in Baowen Street.

He is the crown prince, Yan Huaiyin is the crown prince's Shao Fu, Nanyang Hou is a direct relative of the crown prince, and the two started fighting. As the crown prince, he really deserves to be ruled by others.

But His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't think so.

It is a joke for Emperor Chengde to raise his son, and the Marquis of Nanyang is not in the mood to be a loyal minister who speaks out.Qi Zan was often praised by the court for his sincerity and innocence. To put it bluntly, everyone called him a free-range idiot.

He carried two boxes of velvet antlers to Yan Huaiyin's mansion, put them in front of Yan Huaiyin, and said with a smile: "Sir, this is the velvet velvet that the Marquis of Nanyang sent Gushao over here. He is embarrassed to come, but he still misses Mr. disease."

Yan Huaiyin said in his heart: I am worried about why I am not dead yet.

He could tell at a glance that it was Qi Zan who took the tonic he brought, and he named it Nanyang Hou, thinking to use this to ease the relationship between the two.

Yan Huaiyin pressed her forehead, it was really...innocent.

The two were sitting in the small main hall, Yan Huaiyin poured tea for him himself, and did not expose him: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Qi Zan was a little happy.

Once he was happy, he sat in Yan Huaiyin's yard for a long time.

It wasn't until the setting sun filled the yard that Qi Zan realized how quickly time had passed.

He felt that his new young master was really nice, he was nice and gentle, and he was not impatient with him.

When saying goodbye, Qi Zan said cheerfully, "Sir, I'll come back alone tomorrow."

He is regarded as a dog when he is a prince. Everyone calls him a prince, and no one thinks that he will be able to sit in that position in the future.

He was exiled in Chaohua City, and basically had nothing to do every day, and he could go wherever he wanted.

Yan Huaiyin said, "Welcome."

In the next half a month, Qi Zan ran to Baowen Street almost all day.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stopped drinking wine and stopped shopping in the teahouse. The eunuch Zhao Fu who was following behind him looked up at the square sky in the two courtyards, and then glanced sideways at the open main hall.

Qi Zan was talking to Yan Huaiyin with burning eyes, his back was straight, and he looked like he was going to class.

He was really following Yan Huaiyin's class.

He never liked to go to class before, the teacher that Emperor Chengde found for him would only teach him to read some ancient prose of Laoshizi, as for the so-called emperor's skills that a prince should learn.

Just a joke, his father's imperial technique was to kill the last emperor.

Here at Yan Huaiyin, he really understood what a prince should do.

The minister of power and imperial power, the way of the people, the way of the people.

Only a dozen days later, Qi Zan felt that he had lived for nothing in the past twenty years. What he used to be was not a prince, he was clearly a grandson.

Qi Zan is ambitious: "Sir, Gu knows how to go next."

Yan Huaiyin saw that he looked like a big dog, the tail on the back was about to wag, so he just rolled up his sleeves, and said in a neutral tone, "Well, what is your Highness going to do?"

Qi Zan looked at him, and said in a sinister tone, "Gu always finds Jiang Lian not pleasing to the eye."

Promising, after staying with him for a while, he dared to call Jiang Lian by his name.

Yan Huaiyin raised his chin slightly, motioning for him to continue.

Qi Zan frowned, and said with a sneer, "Gu is going to take back the Jin Yiwei under Jiang Lian's command first. The Jin Yiwei is my royal private guard, so it really shouldn't be controlled by an eunuch."

He looked at Yan Huaiyin, his sneer faded away, his eyes brightened: "Sir, what do you think?"

Yan Huaiyin coaxed a child: "I think it's really good."

If Qi Zan really has the ability to take it back.

When Qi Zan was praised by him, his tail suddenly became even higher. He was so excited that he blurted out the words in his heart: "Sir, Gu must be a good prince like the old prince."

After a moment of silence, Yan Huaiyin looked at him.

He has been recuperating in the mansion for more than ten days, and he has always looked lazy. Now that he has suppressed his smile, his dark pupils looked over, and there was a moment of coldness that made people dare not look directly at him.

Qi Zan shuddered when he saw him, but the coldness was fleeting. In the blink of an eye, Yan Huaiyin became that boneless look again, and he said with a smile: "The prince of the old dynasty was indecisive and overwhelmed, which made Jing Chao Destroyed, is a subjugated prince, Your Highness don't want to learn from him."

Qi Zan choked up a bit, wanting to refute.But whenever he wanted to quarrel with others, he would open his mouth and not speak.

He was racking his brains to figure out how to refute, when Yan Huaiyin continued: "And just now, Your Highness shouldn't have told me what's on his mind."

"A qualified prince," Yan Huaiyin tapped the corner of the table with his fingertips, "should not let anyone know what he is thinking and what he is going to do next, understand?"

After a long time, Qi Zan let out a groan and nodded.

Seeing that he listened in, Yan Huaiyin smiled a bit, and said, "There's Jiang Lian."

"I was seriously ill a few days ago," Yan Huaiyin retracted his wrists into his wide sleeves, "Nine thousand years old looked for a doctor for me late at night, and saved my life. It stands to reason that he should be my savior."

"I can't repay you for saving my life. Your Highness wants his Jin Yiwei. Who do you think I am helping?"

Qi Zan really didn't expect that there was such a layer of story in it.

Yan Huaiyin's face-changing speed was really fast, he was stunned by this question, held back for a long while, and only stumbled out a sentence: "Mr...Mr....is the lonely young master. ..”

Yan Huaiyin saw that his face turned red, and finally let him go, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, Your Highness should go back."

"Yes, yes," Qi Zan hurriedly got up as if he had received an amnesty, and he was no longer as complacent as before, "That Gu left first...to go..."

Yan Huaiyin got up and watched him leave the yard shrugging his tail.

When the people left, Yan Huaiyin waved to Zhang Xiaoniu who was standing blankly in the yard: "Come here."

Zhang Xiaoniu walked over dumbly.

It was the first time he saw someone training His Highness the Crown Prince like this, just like people in his hometown training dogs.

Although His Royal Highness is a heartless prince, a heartless prince is also a prince.

Yan Huaiyin didn't pay attention to his expression, but reached out and handed him an invitation, lowering his eyes and said: "You go and send this invitation to Lord Wang Size's residence."

He asked worriedly: "Do you know how to get to the palace?"

Zhang Xiaoniu nodded and came back to his senses: "I know."

Yan Huaiyin hummed, then handed him a few taels of silver and an invitation: "When you came back, you passed by Anshun Street, and there is an Anhe Restaurant on that street, where you can reserve a seat for me tomorrow, and then go to General Meng's mansion handed this post to Young Master Meng."

Zhang Xiaoniu took it over, and finally asked curiously: "Sir, are you going to treat Young Master Meng to dinner tomorrow?"

"I kept Meng Jingxuan's post, but I haven't attended the banquet yet," Yan Huaiyin didn't hide it from him, "It's not good to invite someone to dinner, you should invite someone else."

This is the reasoning, but Zhang Xiaoniu thought that he was not familiar with Chaohua City when he first arrived, so he reminded: "Mr. Ke, Anshun Street is a gambling street."

Although Anshun Avenue is called Anshun, it does not mean Anshun at all. It is the largest casino street in Chaohua City.

He attracted all the gamblers in Chaohua City, everyone who thought they could get rich went in with money, and if they were lucky, they would come out in ragged clothes.If it is not good, you will not be a complete person when you come out.

But there are still countless people rushing to Anshun desperately and full of eagerness.

Anhe Restaurant is the only restaurant on Anshun Avenue that is not a casino. When casino people "handle" debtors, they often go to Anhe Restaurant.

That is not a street where people stay, it will only turn a person into a ghost, and then make a family fall into hell forever.

But no one cares about that street.

Because the owner of all the casinos on Anshun Street is one person-Chen He.

Chen He's uncle was Chen Jieyi, Marquis of Nanyang.

There is such an "Anshun Street" in Chaohua City, and among the countless cities in Daqi, every city has such an "Anshun Street".

Even if the Marquis of Nanyang relies on countless Anshun streets, it can live a more nourishing life than Emperor Chengde.

All the wealth in the world is collected from Chen's house.That blood-stained money is still money.

Zhang Xiaoniu reminded Wanyan Huaiyin, but there was no surprise or fear on Yan Huaiyin's face.

He reached out and touched Zhang Xiaoniu's head, like coaxing a puppy: "I see, let's go."

Zhang Xiaoniu had no choice but to deliver a letter to Wang Size's residence.

In the early morning of the second day, before the frost had completely melted, Wang Size personally brought his unfilial son to Baowen Street, and delivered him to Yan Huaiyin.

He held Yan Huaiyin's hand and thanked him a thousand times: "Lord Yan, you are a good person, you are a good person."

His son Wang Baijin stood beside him with sleepy eyes, as if he had just been dragged from the bed by Wang Size, with loose clothes wrapped around his body, standing beside him rolled his eyes and looked at his father with gratitude.

After Wang Si thanked him, he saw that his bastard son was standing upright, he stretched out his leg and kicked Wang Baijin staggeringly, and fell in front of Yan Huaiyin.

He said angrily: "Master Yan will be your husband from now on, call him sir, salute!"

Wang Baijin pouted, and made a four-faced salute to Yan Huaiyin, Yan Huaiyin stood in front of him, didn't hide, just accepted it.

Wang Si saw it, and cupped his hands again to Yan Huaiyin, and said earnestly, "Master Yan, I will leave the dog to you, as long as it doesn't kill you."

Yan Huaiyin nodded: "Lord Wang, don't worry."

Only then did Wang Size turn around and walk away.

As soon as his father left, Wang Baijin looked like a wandering soul on the stone table in the courtyard, just like he was an old man, and looked up at Yan Huaiyin like a grandpa: "Did you promise my father to cure my gambling problem?"

He was sent to countless people by Wang Size, and no one could cure his gambling problem. With his current behavior, he almost killed seven gentlemen.

With Wang Baijin's appearance like this, he guessed whether Yan Huaiyin wanted to teach him to sit or not.

But Yan Huaiyin turned around and saw him paralyzed like snot, but there was no look of anger in his eyes, he nodded as if he didn't see it: "Your father did me a favor, I want to pay him back."

Wang Si spoke for him outside Chaohua City, and also gave him several gifts. Yan Huaiyin was going to Anshun Street, so he cured his son's gambling problem by the way, repaid his favor, and never owed him any more. .

Wang Baijin laughed foolishly, collapsed on the stone table, and hummed, "Come on."

It sounded like Yan Huaiyin was going to serve him.

Yan Huaiyin didn't move, just said: "Get up, we are leaving."

"Where are you going?" Wang Baijin glanced at him, and looked at him with a half-smile, "This is not okay, do you still want to go to the house?"

Yan Huaiyin bent his eyes: "I'll take you to Anshun Street."

Wang Baijin snorted.

He raised his head from the stone table: "Take me to gamble?"

Yan Huaiyin nodded, he looked ready to go out, but Wang Baijin got up.

Wang Baijin rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and got up from the stone table after a while.

As if he couldn't walk, he moved crookedly to Yan Huaiyin's side, slapped the folding fan in his hand, and said in a playful tone, "Let's go."

Only then did Yan Huaiyin see that he still had a fan in his hand.

The two went out together and walked towards Anshun Avenue.

After walking for a while, Wang Baijin seemed to remember it, and asked in surprise, "No carriage?"

Yan Huaiyin glanced at him and smiled a little: "No, I'm poor."

Wang Baijin groaned and followed behind him.

But after walking for a while, he got closer and closer to Yan Huaiyin. In the end, he put an arm directly on Yan Huaiyin's shoulder.

Yan Huaiyin immediately smelled a scent.

Those who have too much indulgence/desire will have a rotten smell left on their bodies.

Yan Huaiyin didn't like the smell, and he didn't like others touching him, so he said, "Put your hands off my shoulders."

There was no emotion in his voice, it could even be called gentle.

But when it came to Wang Baijin's ears, Wang Baijin was stunned. He spends all day in the casino music workshop, and he is a fool in the market. He can keenly perceive which beauties are good and which people should not be provoked at will.

Yan Huaiyin seemed to belong to the second type, Wang Baijin rolled his eyes, and finally took his hand off Yan Huaiyin's shoulder honestly.

He tilted his head to look at Yan Huaiyin, only saw the tip of his straight nose.

He smiled as if he had suddenly discovered something. Most self-righteous noblemen are like this. He poked Yan Huaiyin's arm with his fan, and said nonchalantly: "Mr. Bet, is there anything else?"

Yan Huaiyin answered him nicely: "There are women."

There is no separation between gambling and sex. Those who lose the bet will end up with nothing to pay back, so they often mortgage their wives and daughters.

When wives and daughters go to these places, they can only be reduced to playthings.

"It's not just women." Wang Baijin seemed to have finally found a place where he could display his talents, and rolled his eyes, "There are also men."

He said frankly: "I prefer to play with men."

Yan Huaiyin then turned to look at him.

Wang Baijin put his eyes on Yan Huaiyin, lowered his voice suddenly, and said with a smile: "Master Yan, if you go, you should be able to pay a lot of money."

Yan Huaiyin ignored him.

Wang Baijin leaned closer to him again, bending his eyes: "Do you know why?"

"Why?" Yan Huaiyin asked cooperatively.

"I'm not the only one who likes men there," Wang Baijin grinned, "You're fair, you're pretty good-looking, you're young, and you still have that vigor."

After saying this, he raised his eyes to look at Yan Huaiyin.

He was just sick, and he hadn't been out of the house for a long time. His skin was so white that people couldn't help but want to touch it in the sun.

It was obviously soft, but the tails of the eyes drooped, and there was a hint of fierceness.It is easy to arouse people's desire to abuse, and to conquer and crush this stubborn desire to abuse bit by bit.

Wang Baijin has played with so many people, but he has never seen Bai Cheng like this, neither among men nor women.

He bent his eyes, and said with some yearning: "You should feel good doing it on the bed."

Yan Huaiyin didn't even pause, and said politely, "Thank you."

Wang Baijin laughed out loud, "Master Yan, you don't know what I'm talking about, are you so pure?"

Yan Huaiyin didn't answer his question because he was on Anshun Street.

Different from the hustle and bustle of other squares and long streets in Chaohua City, there were not many people on the five or six-foot wide street, but there were continuous laughter coming from the houses on both sides.

Both are gambling houses.

Only in front of the Anhe Restaurant at the exit of the long street were normal people haunting.

Yan Huaiyin led Wang Baijin to the end of the long street, and randomly entered a gambling house on the left.

As soon as the two of them entered, they were surrounded by loud noises. As far as the eye could see, there were some excited gamblers in front of each table.There was roaring and laughing everywhere.

Yan Huaiyin stopped at the same spot, and said to Wang Baijin, "Go and play."

Wang Baijin raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

After he was almost killed by Jiang Lian in the street, his father tied him up at home until now. He hasn't been in the casino for several months. Wang Baijin's heart is itchy, but he still doesn't believe that Yan Huaiyin will take him out to gamble.

Yan Huaiyin smiled and said, "Of course it's true. I'm going out to do some errands, and I'll come find you later."

"Yes," Wang Baijin tilted his head and thought for a while, but still couldn't hold back the urge to gamble, he said, "But you asked me to gamble."

Although he didn't believe that Yan Huaiyin would let him gamble, but in the casino on this street, Yan Huaiyin was a scholar, even if he wanted to beat him, he was capable of avoiding it.

Thinking about it this way, Wang Baijin sneaked in. He is a frequent visitor to this street and has friends everywhere. After walking a few steps, he was dragged into a gambling table by an acquaintance with a smile.

Yan Huaiyin withdrew from the gambling house.

Lian Qing appeared outside at some point, seeing Yan Huaiyin coming out, he whispered: "Master, everything is done."

Yan Huaiyin nodded: "Go in and tie Wang Baijin up, and let them start to move in a quarter of an hour."

Lian listened to his words lightly, turned around and entered the casino behind him.

The sky was clear, the two stood at the end of the street, the wind blew into the long street, it was an ordinary good weather.

But a quarter of an hour later, a dozen people suddenly appeared on the long street with only a few people.

Their faces were flustered, and they ran out from the end of the long street, shouting in their mouths: "It's water! Run! It's water!!"

The voice was so high and sharp that more than a dozen people shouted together, which immediately alarmed some people in the casino.

People in the casino started to go out in twos and threes to watch, and Qian Jiu was one of them.

He fought fiercely in the casino for four or five days in a row. As soon as he went out, he was dazzled by the sun and couldn't open his eyes. He stretched out his hand to block the sun, squinted his eyes and turned to look at the end of the street, cursing: "Yell, yell, yell! Go to your own grave..."

Before he finished speaking, the person froze there.

Qian Jiu opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

At the end of Anshun Avenue, the flames rose up into the sky and roared, and waves of heat waves rolled over and twisted under the scorching sun.

In front of Qian Jiu, there were also some gamblers standing there in twos and threes who couldn't believe it.

A few moments of silence passed, and someone who didn't know yelled loudly, and suddenly woke up the standing people.

After a while, the whole street was boiling.

Countless gamblers who were just immersed in the money game rushed out of the gates frantically, and countless black heads ran towards the exit of Anshun Street. There were men and women, like an army rushing, and also like ants migrating.

It's hard to imagine that there are so many people in this boxy, dark house on weekdays.

Behind them, the fire spread all the way. The wooden house had no resistance to the fire, and the dumplings were swept in like gluttonous fire.

Anshun Avenue, full of countless sins, was ablaze on such an ordinary morning.

The moment Wang Baijin heard about the water, he was happily gambling. He hadn't gambled for more than ten days, and returned to the casino today. He was lucky, and made 100 taels of silver in the first game he opened.

Next to him was a woman with bright ruby ​​earrings fanning him. Seeing that he had won money, her eyes fluttered and she leaned her soft body towards him softly.

Wang Baijin was not polite at all, he put his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him.

Prince Wang touched the soft and slender waist in his hand, smelled the charming fragrance of powder on the woman's body, and let out a sigh.

What a drunken dream, this is life.

Then he heard water running.

The gambling house he was staying at was at the end of Anshun Street, and the fire started at the end. Before those shouts could be heard, Wang Baijin felt the heat.

It's just that I didn't care about it, I just thought that I was a little excited to return to the casino.

Now being called out like this, the entire gambling house was silent for a moment, and then, like boiling water, swarms rushed towards the door.

Wang Baijin was taken aback for a moment, and was about to flee with the crowd running out.

But after he ran a few steps, his leg was suddenly pulled by a resistance, and then squeezed by the people around him, and he fell to the ground.

Immediately, countless feet landed on him.

Wang Baijin covered his head with his hands, dazed by being stepped on, curled up and looked at his lap.

He saw that a rope was tied to his leg at some point, one end was tied to his leg and the other end was tied to the casino table.

The tables in the casino were all made of solid iron, and they were all dead heavy. The rope on his leg was also twisted with iron wire, tied in a dead knot, and the fire continued to burn.

Wang Baijin's eyes turned red when he realized the current situation.

He was protecting his head with one hand, and was about to untie the wire rope tied to his leg with the other.

Unable to untie it, Wang Baijin suddenly panicked. He looked at the countless running legs in front of him, in various colors, wearing brocade or coarse cotton.

No one could save him in time.

Wang Baijin gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, squeezed one tightly, and shouted ferociously: "Please, please, help me, help me!"

The one being dragged by him was a fat man. He was dragged by someone, and when he looked down, he saw a young master with a panicked face tightly hugging his leg.

The young master was dressed in brocade and satin, tightly hugging the trousers made of coarse cloth that he had worn for four or five years.

Normally, he would kneel there without touching his toes, but now he is like a dog on a leash.

The man chuckled, pulled his leg out of Wang Baijin's hand with all his strength, saw that Wang Baijin wanted to hug him, he lifted his foot, kicked him on the head heavily, and said with a grinning grin: "Die you!"

Wang Baijin's head buzzed, and he opened his mouth, only to feel that everything slowed down suddenly.

When he recovered from the dizziness, the tidal shouts disappeared.

There is no one in the casino, only the raging fire is left.

He was surrounded by fire, especially the bound legs were the most dangerous - the flames had already reached his feet.

Every breath was filled with choking smoke, and Wang Baijin was so choked with tears that he had no time to untie the rope.He covered his nose with his sleeves indiscriminately, and kicked his bound legs desperately, like a fish flopping on the bank, about to be ripped open.

He fluttered for a long time, in vain.

The fire finally engulfed his ankles and went up his calves...

Wang Baijin's eyes widened to the limit. He watched the fire hit his brocade boots, and jumped up suddenly, like opening a big red mouth, and swallowed his calf in the next blink of an eye.

Everything was silent for a moment, and all sounds disappeared around Wang Baijin.

It didn't take long before a scream that could only be uttered with extreme pain came out from his wide open mouth.

Being burned to death is one of the most painful ways to die. Wang Baijin's whole body convulsed and writhed violently. He really looked like a mad dog at this moment.

In the white light from the pain, Wang Baijin saw a hazy figure squatting in front of him.

Yan Huaiyin looked down at him, his brows were brightly illuminated by the flames, his voice was full of smiles, and there was even a gentleness that was steamed by the fire.

He asked softly, like a whisper between the beds: "My lord, do you still think it's more fun for me to make love on the bed?"

The author says:

感谢在2022-05-0217:08:50-2022-05-0408:27:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Yun Yuyu ぅ1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: the blue silk turns into snow at dusk. 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!