Mountains and rivers can drink together

Yang Shijie is very thin, but with broad shoulders and narrow waist and wearing a military uniform, he looks very energetic, but the facial features on his face are sharp and serious, he has long heard that his precious brother married another concubine , This time I came back to beat him up, but I didn't expect to meet them here, so he glared at Alan: "What are you doing here?"

Seeing Yang Shijie's gaze, Alan subconsciously hid behind Yang Shian. Yang Shian smiled and said, "Brother? Why are you back now? Brother, Alan is my new wife. Alan, this is my eldest brother." Alan nodded at Yang Shijie, and called out "Master".

Yang Shijie put his hands behind his back: "Is this what I asked?"

"Brother, am I curious, so I went in and took a look, we poked our heads and came out immediately."

Yang Shijie stared at the two of them closely, and then looked away after a while, and said to the guard at the door: "Didn't I say that no one is allowed to enter without my permission, and go get the punishment yourself."

The two guards at the door ran away tremblingly. Yang Shijie shook his sleeves and walked into the dungeon. Alan couldn't help but took a deep breath. It was really dangerous.

Yang Shi'an: "I'm not scared, my elder brother is like this, if you see him in the future, just stay away from him."

Alan smiled and nodded, this level is over.

Liu Suqing rented a small shop near Mingyue Hall, and he still sells tea. There are countless large and small teahouses and restaurants in Beiping. Taking care of it can make the child feel more comfortable.Alan has been in Yang's mansion for several days, and no news has come out yet. Liu Suqing's heart is not stable for a day. He has been lonely since he was a child, so he treats Alan as his own sister. The emotions in this world are complicated and mixed, and it's just a taste of it. It can also teach people to fight to the death, and if there is a fetter, it can be regarded as finding a way out for himself, but although he believes in Alan, there is nothing he can do, so he can only wait and see.

Yang Shijie and his younger brother are totally different from being in the same stomach. He treats himself rigidly and seriously, almost cruelly. He has not married in his 30s, and there is not even a servant girl in the house. He is not like other warlords. He hangs around in receptions and theaters, except when he treats his only younger brother, he is a little bit humane, but he is a little too cautious. He sits on a chair and drinks a bowl of white water. His room is very simple and there is no entertainment. In the facility, there is only a dusty gramophone standing in the corner, which looks extremely out of tune. He gave the somewhat old gramophone a look at the unprecedented charity, and said to the person opposite: "How is the investigation?"

Adong handed Yang Shijie an envelope: "I used to be a secret doorman, and then I redeemed myself. I haven't been in Peiping for long, and I was a dancer in Mingyue Hall a few days ago."

Yang Shijie didn't open it either, and threw the envelope aside casually: "This idiot, anyone dares to put his head in the house, a dirty secret door... This woman is not that simple, you keep staring, there is nothing wrong with it." Let me know the news in time."

A Dong nodded, and walked out of Yang Shijie's room. After a few steps, he couldn't help but look back at the closed door.

Yang Shijie put down the documents in his hand, turned his neck, his muscles and bones that had not moved for a long time made a creaking sound, he took off his military jacket slowly, and the white shirt inside was tightly wrapped around his thin body, showing abstinence And sober, if it wasn't for the hatred that flickered in his eyes that made him look a bit sinister, then he would look like a model elite.

He walked to the phonograph, carefully wiped the dusty machine clean, and then threw the rag on the ground. Several veins burst out on his forehead. After a long time, he sighed and walked to a standing white On the porcelain vase, after turning left and right a few times, the flat wall cracked in the middle, and a secret room was slowly opened. He unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his shirt, raised his sleeves to his elbows, and strode in.

The secret room was not big, and there were a few simple sofas in it. There were materials on both sides of the wall. He turned on the wall lamp. Because of the long-term air blockage, there was a stuffy damp smell in the room, and the room suddenly lit up. , the eyes that had been in the darkness for a long time narrowed subconsciously.

A chair was placed in the middle of the secret room, and a young man was tied to the chair. He raised his head slightly, and his narrowed eyes gradually opened. When he saw the person coming, he sneered at the corner of his mouth, and then slowly lowered his head. Going down, he is really very young, with immature and delicate features on his face, because he has been in the dark for a long time, his face is very pale, some large and small bruises occupy half of his face, and the ten nails on both hands It was cut off, and the bleeding had stopped, leaving the flesh turned out, the wound was shocking.

Yang Shijie picked up the boy's half-length bangs and forced him to raise his head: "Don't test my patience."

The young man smiled slightly: "Mr. Yang is so majestic, how dare I go down here."

"I think you are very brave, you know, I used to like your hands the most."Yang Shijie held up one of the boy's hands with almost pity, and the skin and flesh on his slender fingers were flying. He took out the medicine powder from one side and sprinkled it lightly, then wrapped it in gauze, looking very skillful: "But this You are holding dozens of my brothers’ lives with both hands, little Mo’er, what is your heart made of? Ah? You speak!”

He yelled at the young man, and put down the young man's hand: "I specially obtained this medicine from the Northeast, and it has a very good effect. After your fresh and tender nails grow out, take them one by one." Qiao Que, aren't you afraid of everything, little Mo'er, you should have thought that such a day would come."

The young man looked at his wrapped fingers: "Thank you, sir, Li Mo's fate is short-lived, so I dare not think so long-term."

With a "snap", Yang Shijie raised his hand and slapped Li Mo, the boy's head tilted to the side, his untrimmed nails scratched the corner of his eyebrows, a few drops of blood oozed out, Yang Shijie kissed gently He licked the corner of the boy's injured brow, and that action was almost gentle: "Little Mo'er, I can always find a way to make you speak, just say it, be good, I won't hit you."

Li Mo couldn't help shivering because of Yang Shijie's close contact, he finally raised his eyes to look at the sullen man: "Shijie, this body of mine is yours, whatever you want, just use it, little Mo'er will accompany you."

Yang Shijie kicked the chair Li Mo was sitting on hard, turned around and walked out of the secret room, Li Mo called him back again: "By the way, remember to tell Liu Ma when you go back, don't put coriander in the next meal. You know, I don't eat."

Yang Shijie closed the secret door with a "bang". He leaned on the table and took a few breaths, then arranged his clothes, and went to the kitchen in a strange manner.

Li Mo sighed in the dark, a tear dripped down his cheek on the ground: "Shijie, I really hurt..."

The author has something to say: Big brother is good, I feel sorry for Mo Zai