I can't afford it, it's super fierce!

In the dark night, the wind is clear and the moon is bright.

Qingyan sits on the cornice, looking at the boundless sky.From his position, he could clearly observe every move in the courtyard of Ouyang's family in the distance.The hare running in the suburbs attracted Qing Yan's attention, he glanced down casually, and saw Yu Tai who just brushed past the hare.

As soon as Yu Tai raised his head, he met Qing Yan's gaze impartially, and the facial expressions of both of them became stiff to varying degrees.

Yu Tai didn't know what he was guilty of, thought for a while, deliberately put on a straight face in order to consolidate his dignity, flew up to the eaves, and cast a cold glance at Qingyan.

But Qingyan didn't notice the dissatisfaction in Yutai's eyes, and asked calmly: "Didn't I tell you to go back, why did you follow?"

Yu Tai really wanted to say something to him, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that the words were too unpleasant, so he simply bent his knees and sat by the edge of Qingyan, and said calmly: "I'm so bored, come out to relax."

Qing Yan was a little puzzled, and seeing Yu Tai's resentful expression on her face, she was even more confused: "Who messed with you?"

"..." Yu Tai snorted, turned his face away and ignored it.

Seeing this, Qing Yan didn't speak any more.With the bright moon and clear wind, the two fought a cold war.

Facts have proved that Yu Tai was wrong.

He overestimated his endurance and underestimated the opponent's endurance.Qing Yan is the kind of person who doesn't care if he doesn't talk all day, rather than being cold, he's better at being taciturn and unsmiling, exactly the same as Jiang Li.

On the contrary, Yu Tai is the type who feels uncomfortable when he doesn't speak for a while. He is very similar to Gu Jinzhi, he can't stand the solemn atmosphere, and he can't stand the long-lasting cold war.Before the hare finished moving the radishes, Yu Tai couldn't hold on any longer, and glared at Qing Yan sullenly, but the latter didn't notice, and kept staring at the inside of Ouyang Bieyuan.Yu Tai suddenly became angry, staring at the back of Yingying who walked into the study and asked: "Is she beautiful?"

The target was invisible, and the latent professionalism of the Qingyan guard made him listen to all directions and look in all directions, "What?"

"Why are you always staring at her?" Yu Tai said indignantly, "Are you on good terms?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Qing Yan said seriously.

Yu Tai chuckled lightly, and said in a strange way: "Heh, you must have ulterior motives for following him all the way in the middle of the night. I really didn't expect you to be such a person. See if I turn around and don't sue Young Master Jiang!"

Seeing Yu Tai's furious appearance, Qing Yan became even more surprised: "Why are you so angry today? Who provoked you? Did you get scolded by the prince?"

Yu Tai thought for a while, maybe this is a good opportunity to vent, just about to have a "showdown" with Qing Yan, two people suddenly ran out from the other courtyard below, it was Huang Yingying dragging a woman in purple shirt out of the study.Qing Yan became vigilant on the spot, and Yu Tai couldn't gossip anymore, just casually glanced at the man, and his hairs immediately stood on end.

The woman in purple, who bothered Qing Yan to stay here, could it be Ye Laiyou! ?

Yu Tai suddenly stood up and looked carefully, it turned out to be Wan Furong!

Leaving aside the fact that he is so sensitive to purple that he can explode at any time, just talk about Wan Furong, why did she come to Hangzhou?

"Huang Yingying, what are you doing, let me go!" Wan Furong yelled in pain, she didn't expect that Yingying, a weak woman who was always just like herself, was so strong that her struggling wrists were bruised , It's useless to be stunned.

"Sister Furong, please have some ambition. You and I are romantic women, but we must have our own strength of character. Although we don't want to be a wife, we can't be someone's eighth concubine. The seven women in front of us are oppressing you. How much hardship will you have to suffer in marrying?" Yingying dragged Wan Furong into the courtyard, and said righteously: "There are countless heroes who admire your demeanor, which one is better than Ouyang Kuai? Do you think he treats you sincerely? Then Let him sell other concubines, is he willing, can he do it?"

"This has nothing to do with you!" Wan Furong shook her hands vigorously, but she still couldn't shake off Yingying's restraint. She laughed angrily, "I know, you can't see me, right? It's a competitor. I've been an oiran for ten years and what about you? You've been stepped on by me all the time, you're not convinced, are you? Now that I've found my own happiness, you take the opportunity to make trouble, and you want to destroy me! "

After hearing this, Yingying just smiled and said, "I don't have your beauty, I don't have your talent, I have self-knowledge. I was jealous of you, I even teased you and targeted you, but so what? Don't you still Oiran, don't the heroes and celebrities of the three mountains and five mountains still applaud and bow for you?"

"Then you should be satisfied now." Wan Furong's beautiful eyes showed a cold stern light: "I left Xiangxue Pavilion, you are a well-deserved oiran!"

"I will be rare for the position of oiran given to me by alms?" Yingying pushed Wan Furong towards her direction, staring at Wan Furong's fierce eyes: "Listen, can you compete with me for glory?" My dear, you, Wan Furong, are the only one in this world!"

"You!" Wan Furong panicked.

"You love Ouyang Qian to death, even if the person in his heart is not you, do you have no regrets?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Wan Furong's heart trembled violently, and even her voice trembled: "He said that he only loves me in this life..."

"Do you also believe what men say?" Yingying was almost laughed angrily, she glanced at the picture scroll that Wan Furong was holding in her hand all the time, and said coldly: "If that's the case, what about the pictures of ladies?"

With Wan Furong's body shaking, the scroll was lifted by the wind, Yingying looked at it casually, but was stunned for a moment.She snatched the scroll from Wan Furong's hand, stared at the person in the painting carefully for a moment, and said in disbelief, "Ye Laiyou! Why is it her?"

Wan Furong turned pale.

"Is this painted by Ouyang's style?" Yingying looked at the crimped stamp, which was signed by Ouyang's style.Wan Furong bit her red lips tightly with her white teeth. Yingying took the painting scroll and walked to the well, took the water from the wooden bucket, filled it with water, and poured it on the painting.Wan Furong was startled: "What are you doing?"

Yingying ignored her and stared at every corner of the scroll. After a while, a line of words appeared in the upper left corner: enter my lovesickness gate, and know my lovesickness.

Wan Furong's face was pale on the spot, like a sapling isolated in the storm.

Yingying looked at Wan Furong: "Ouyang Qian is Ye Laiyou's lover?"

Wan Furong shook her head violently: "I, I don't know..."

Yingying made a bold guess: "Ouyang Qian is the person who chased Hui?"

"No, no, no, no...impossible!" Wan Furong trembled, because of Jiang Li, she more or less understood what Zhuhui was, but at this moment she had no time to doubt why Yingying knew about Zhuhui, I know Yelaiyou.

Yingying approached Wan Furong a few steps, looked at the flustered Wan Furong, pointed to the position on Wan Furong's chest, and said, "Is there a Zhuhui seal here for the Ouyang money?"

"What is that? I don't know." Wan Furong shook her head vigorously and said, "He's clean there, not even a scar."

Yingying naturally believed in Wan Furong, looking at the portrait of Ye Laiyou in her hand, she felt suspicious.She looked back at Wan Furong in surprise, then at Ye Laiyou, and then at Wan Furong, not knowing whether to cry or laugh: "Sister Furong, take a closer look. You are somewhat similar to Ye Laiyou in your attire." ?”

This is a problem that Wan Furong doesn't want to face, so she deliberately keeps her face away from looking at the portrait.

"Although you will be sad to say this, it is better than your future despair." Yingying said: "I went to Ouyang Mansion this morning and saw his wife and the seven concubines. At that time, I wondered why the eight women Wearing all purple."

Wan Furong was taken aback, and even the last trace of blood on her lips faded completely.

"Sister Furong still doesn't understand?" Yingying said sharply, "You and those eight wives are just Ye Laiyou's substitutes!"

Wan Furong seemed to be terrified by the five thunderbolts, staring blankly at something, crumbling.

"Fuer?"

With a call, Wan Furong's body trembled, and Yingying's eyes focused, one after another looking at Ouyang Qian who heard the voice.

"Who are you!" Ouyang Qian glanced at Yingying up and down, feeling a little familiar, and said uncertainly, "Are you the red card from Xiangxue Pavilion?" Ouyang Qian looked down, saw the scroll in Yingying's hand, and immediately His complexion changed drastically: "Bold thief, return the painting to me!"

"It's just right." Not only did Yingying not return it, she even grabbed the painting scroll tightly. The painting paper was so fragile that it would break with a little force.Ouyang Kuan's face was livid, and he didn't dare to vent his anger, for fear that Yingying would tear the painting.

"What's your relationship with Ye Laiyou?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Ouyang Qian gritted his teeth: "You trespassed on your private house, be careful, I will report to the police to arrest you!"

Yingying didn't take it seriously, but smiled calmly: "I can see that you love Ye Laiyou very much. It's enough to make a painting, and the inscription is also sneaky, afraid of being discovered by someone?"

Ouyang Qian clenched his fists.

Holding the painting in one hand, Yingying pulled out the dagger in the other, pointed at Wan Furong's throat, and asked Ouyang Qian, "Who do you choose between this painting and Wan Furong?"

Wan Furong's eyes were red, not because she was frightened by the gleaming dagger, but for some reason, she believed that Yingying would not hurt her.With tears in her eyes, she slowly looked at the hesitant Ouyang Qian.

"You..." Ouyang Kuan bit his lower lip tightly, avoiding Wan Furong's plaintive gaze, his voice was low and deep: "Can you return the painting to me first?"

In a word, all of Wan Furong's fantasies were shattered, she only felt the world spinning for a while, but she didn't fall to the ground as expected.She was supported by Yingying, her eyes were blurred by tears, she could only vaguely see the sympathy on Yingying's face, she seemed to have said something, but unfortunately she couldn't hear clearly.

Ouyang Qian was furious, and ordered the nursing home: "Hurry up and take down this thief, and send him to the government for conviction!"

……

Ouyang Kuan was frightened for a while, and looked back slowly, the servants of the nursing home were lying on the ground in disorder, all unconscious.

Yingying was a little surprised, but she wasn't surprised when she saw the person walking in from the hanging flower gate.Helping Wan Furong, who was weak all over, to the stone bench and sat down, handed the semi-wet painting to the visitor: "Guard of Qingyan, did the young master ask you to come?"

"According to my son's unannounced visits over the years, the Ouyang family in Hangzhou has some kind of connection with Zhuhui." Qing Yan held Ye Laiyou's portrait in his hand, and Yu Tai who was beside him also took a look.

Wan Furong was still crying quietly, Yingying saw it and handed Fang Supa to her.

Suddenly a snow-white carrier pigeon landed on Qingyan's shoulder, he knew the news had arrived, and the figure that flashed in the distance also called Yingying in awe: "Young master."

Wan Furong, who was in a trance, froze for a moment: "Master Jiang Yue?"

Ouyang Kuan was horrified, and subconsciously took a step back, his eyes flickering.

Ouyang Kuan is a frequent visitor of Xiangxue Pavilion, so he is no stranger to this one of the most famous Jiang musicians, and he knows his grievances with Ye Laiyou very well.

Qing Yan unfolded the picture scroll for Jiang Li to have a look at.

"Ye Laiyou lived in Hangzhou for a year, and it was that year that she joined Zhuhui." Jiang Li looked at Ouyang Kuan, who had a gloomy expression and gritted his teeth.

"After Ye Laiyou joined Zhuhui, he captured people's hearts with his beauty, secretly formed a clique, and became more and more powerful day by day. In the end, he personally killed the former master and took the position of leader." Jiang Li waved lightly, and Qingyan put the scroll away. Get up, and pass it to Yutai beside him.

"Ye Laiyou's superb martial arts must have been taught by the previous master himself, right?" Jiang Li's eyes were calm, but there was a light that seemed to see everything, piercing Ouyang's skin ached, he pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

"With Ye Laiyou's appearance, it is impossible for the former master not to be fascinated by her. While teaching her martial arts, he also taught him the medical skills he has learned all his life." Jiang Li said: "It's just that she did the opposite, using medicine Studied the drug and became a feared master of poison use."

The author has something to say:

"Can you give me back the painting first?"

Yingying: "You want to paint? Then Wan Furong will be mine!"