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Ye Qingjiu really wanted to deny his absurd idea, but he couldn't find any actual evidence. Every word and deed of the people here seemed to be constantly confirming his absurd guess.

It's not that Ye Qingjiu hasn't read the weird and bizarre words, and it's not that Ye Qingjiu hasn't never heard of the weird stories told by the old people, but when things seem to happen to him, he still feels a little unbelievable.

In fact, if he thinks about it carefully, there seems to be something wrong. His own body knows it. It is a blessing to be able to escape from those people. How can he still live until now?The power of thought that supported him to escape to the general's mansion was just the first encounter that he could not forget many years ago.

Maybe Lu Langfeng didn't take it to heart at all, but it couldn't stop Ye Qingjiu from remembering it for so many years.

Four years ago, the current general was still the deputy general next to the general. When he returned to Beijing, the people gathered at the city gate just to welcome the heroes who defended the country. Ye Qingjiu was squeezed among the many people.

The general at that time still had the childishness of a young man on his face, but his eyes revealed a firmness far beyond his age.When the two vermilion city gates opened, a gust of wind blew in, the general's red robe fluttered, and the silver armor reflected dazzling brilliance.Ye Qingjiu raised his eyes and saw the wind and sand of the desert appearing in front of his eyes, and the wind sounded like the crying of frontier ghosts in his ears.

He seemed to be haunted, his eyes stayed on the general for a long time and could not take it back, his eyes were full of the opponent's every move, the people next to him knew the general's illustrious military exploits well, Ye Qingjiu listened carefully, and inexplicably rolled his eyes.

What feelings are quietly planted.

It wasn't until the opponent's back disappeared from sight that he was pushed out by the crowd. When he regained his composure and wanted to chase after him, he couldn't get any closer with his thin body, so he had to leave regretfully. .

Everything is silent, the hustle and bustle of the day has dissipated, the night is deep, darkness is falling, and unknown laughter occasionally comes from the empty streets, which sounds particularly penetrating.

Suddenly a strange wind blew, the lanterns on the side of the street shook rapidly, the road in front of him became dark and unclear, Ye Qingjiu held his breath and looked around in a panic, walking fast against the corner of the wall, not even daring to make a sound Issued, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Although he tried his best to reduce his sense of existence along the way, he still couldn't avoid those punks blocking the alleyway today.

"Hey! Isn't this the Ye family scholar? What? Your father is sleeping in the casino again tonight?"

"Did you lose all your money and be detained? Did you send money to your father?"

Ye Qingjiu felt strong disgust and uneasiness in his heart, stepped back a few steps, turned his head to avoid the man's unruly hand, pursed his mouth and did not answer.

"Boss, look at this person is still as stubborn as ever!"

"I really like this energy!"

"Hey hey, I like it too!"

"What do you think?" Ye Qingjiu straightened his body and asked with a frown, but there was not much fear on his face.

His mother had taught him that acting fearful in front of the enemy would only make the enemy happy and act recklessly.

"Money and people, you have to leave one for the brothers to be happy, right?"

The leader boss said, and slowly approached Ye Qingjiu. Ye Qingjiu had no way to retreat, and silently grasped the broken silver in his sleeve—it was the result of his mother's half-month embroidery at night, and some of it was sold by him. Painting and calligraphy money.

Thinking of this, he began to resent his father, who was lazy and indulged in gambling all day long, and refused to let go after losing, always hoping to win it back tomorrow.

"Why, haven't you thought about it yet?" The boss urged impatiently, the dagger in his hand glowing coldly under the cold moonlight.

Ye Qingjiu gritted her teeth, turned around and started running crazily.

At night, the cold wind passed by both sides of his cheeks, making his face ache, but he didn't dare to stop, and he couldn't even wipe away the tears rolling down his face.

However, after running out of the alley, the two of them caught up, and fists and kicks rained down on him, causing him a burst of pain.

"Hey! You have learned how to run away, right? Then tonight——yinzi and people can't escape!"

Ye Qingjiu struggled, but how could he, who was thin, resist two strong and strong people.

Endless panic and fear engulfed him, and the calmness on his face had long since disappeared.

"Help—! Help—" he yelled, his throat seemed to be bleeding, and the shout echoed in the empty street, but no one answered.

"What is it called! The two brothers will take care of you today!"

Ye Qingjiu never remembers painful things, he thinks this kind of life is too painful.The reason why he still remembers this incident so clearly is because of the general.

That day the general was standing on the horse, and the tall and stalwart body jumped off the horse deftly, but with just a few moves, the two men were dealt with, and the two hooligans were frightened and ran away begging for mercy.

"It's all over, you can go home."

Ye Qingjiu pulled his torn clothes and shrank back, thanking the general earnestly.

"If the general needs me in the future...Qing Jiuding..."

Before he finished speaking, the warm cloak covered his shoulders. He raised his eyes in surprise, only seeing the general's graceful jaw.

An exquisitely embroidered money bag was placed in his hand, the general said: "Let's go back early."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for anyone to refuse, he flew away on the horse.

Ye Qingjiu held the heavy money bag, and the feelings in his heart sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain.

And the money was finally taken by the gambler's father. Before he left, he didn't forget to beat him up, cursing something "unfilial son", even the general's cloak was pawned by him, Ye Qingjiu The only thing left is the purse.

The light-colored money bag, embroidered with exquisite patterns, shines brightly in the sun, giving off a warm feeling.

Ye Qingjiu suddenly recovered from the past, touched the place close to his chest, and the money bag was no longer there.

That's why I fought half my life to keep it in Nanyue Pavilion...

"Nan...Miss Nanxu..." He called softly.

Nan Xu quickly walked in, and said to him, "What's your order, Young Master Ye?"

At this moment, Ye Qingjiu didn't have the time to think about why Nan Xu changed his name to him, or if he had discovered something, but asked eagerly, "Do I still have my own clothes?"

"Of course it's still there, the general asked us to keep it..." Before he could finish speaking, he turned a corner, "I'll fetch it for you, servant girl."

Ye Qingjiu leaned against the bed, her eyes were a little sour, and she couldn't find an outlet to vent her depression.

Isn't it your dream to escape from Nanyue Pavilion?

Isn't it what you've always wanted to see the general again?

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to talk to the general?

The general still treats you as always, what else do you want?

How can a small person like you expect the general to remember you?

Ye Qingjiu caressed the worn-out money bag in his hand. For four years, he had kept it carefully and kept it close to his heart. If there was anything he couldn’t hold on to, his fingertips would be able to absorb endless energy if he stayed on it for a few seconds. strength.

It was found during a body search in Nanyue Pavilion. Aunt Hong saw the exquisite workmanship of the purse and satirized him as being taken care of and abandoned by some high-ranking official. No wonder she looked down on Nanyue Pavilion...

After saying that, he was about to take it away. He grabbed Aunt Hong's foot tightly and took it back after being beaten half to death. It's a pity that other young men said that he pretended to be arrogant and couldn't understand him. During the fight, they still didn't pay attention. It was torn, and the beautiful tassels became incomplete...

A dilapidated money bag, but it is his treasure.