Chapter 416

In the quiet bedroom, a light laugh suddenly rang out.

Shiqiao's lips, smile, but inexplicably ironic.

"Nie Xiaomei, do you have too many questions? You don't care about me. You can't care more about me and Shiyang. "

With that, she turned her back to Nie qiuhuan and closed her eyes.

Nie qiuhuan shook his head helplessly, and then he leaned the whole body against the sofa.

Lengleng looking at the air in front of me, I started to stay

Did Shiqiao admit his indignation?

"Dong Dong Dong" knock on the door, but at this time, timely ring, came a strange female voice.

"Miss, please

The owner?

Nie qiuhuan frowned.

Is it the middle-aged man whom Shiqiao just called uncle?

No.

She remembered that the master of the poet seemed to be an old gentleman.

Shiqiao "Shua" to open his eyes, a soft voice back, "I know."

The door then said, "Miss, the master has orders, I hope you will take Miss Wen with you."

Shiqiao was stunned for a moment, then he laughed gently.

"Tut tut Tut, the efficiency of the old man is really fast. Just a few minutes after I came back, he actually found out the details of the little beauty."

Touching Nie qiuhuan's muddled sight, the smile at Shiqiao's eyebrows seems to be a little deeper.

She got up lazily and said to Nie qiuhuan, "wenxiaomei, let's go and fight with me."

What's wrong?

Does that mean the owner?

Nie qiuhuan's mouth for a moment some speechless ground pulled.

It seems that Shiqiao doesn't have much respect for the legendary master of poetry.

Nie qiuhuan had just heard the words of the man outside the door. After Shiqiao finished speaking, he gave a light "um" and followed her and left the bedroom.

They followed the servant.

It's a fine day today.

The warm sunshine warmed a cold world.

The poet has a garden, and in the garden stands a very delicate Pavilion.

The pavilion consists of eight round white painted columns and a beautiful glass tile roof.

The steps at the bottom of the pavilion are all paved with 70 cm pebbles.

At this time, an old man sat in the small and exquisite Pavilion.

The old man is full of hair and hair, but his spirit is excellent.

He is standing alone in the pavilion, playing Tai Chi.

Every move that comes out, looks weak, but the action is extremely accurate.

The servant stopped, and he gave Shiqiao a look.

Poetry Qiao Du mouth, but is pulling Nie Qiu Huan, standing there motionless.

At this time, they are still some distance away from the pavilion.

Right at the end of the cobblestone path.

However, Nie qiuhuan knew that the servants were afraid that they would quarrel with the owner of the house, so he told them to stop.

Then the servant stepped up again and went to the old man.

It's a little far away.

Nie qiuhuan couldn't hear what he was talking about, but he saw his gently wriggling lips and the old man's eyes, which seemed unintentionally sweeping over.

After a few minutes, the old man stopped practicing Tai Chi.

Waving to the servant, the servant quickly ran to the two men, and his words showed a trace of contempt.

"Miss, the owner wants you and Miss Wen to come over."

Shiqiao laughed softly. She put out the tip of her tongue, licked her lip, and then glanced at the servant.

Under the servant's eyes, he gently took Nie qiuhuan's arm and yawned lazily.

"Oh, Niannian, last night you asked for a lot. I'm here to take you to see the owner of the house. Tonight..."

He lowered his head and blew a breath toward Nie qiuhuan's ear root. He exhaled and said to the orchid, "that evening, read, you should repay me well."

Nie qiuhuan's eyelashes trembled, but he knew that her action was intended to show the servant.

I don't know when, her attitude towards Shiqiao began to change quietly.

In the face of Shiqiao, she is no longer full of scorn and contempt, she vaguely feel that Shiqiao is a bit sad.

So, after Shiqiao climbed on her shoulder, she showed a soft smile.

The voice was so waxy, "Joe, it depends on whether you have that ability."

The profound words made the servant's face pale at last.

The smile on his face was no longer respectful. He glanced darkly at the two women who were affectionate in front of him, then snorted, then turned and left.

After his back completely disappeared in front of his eyes, Shiqiao's eyes gradually returned to cold.However, he kept his head on Nie qiuhuan's shoulder and rubbed it gently.

"Nie Xiaomei, were you just helping me?"

Not waiting for Nie qiuhuan to answer her question, she would smile again.

"Nie, you are very kind to me. But if you treat me like this again, I can't guarantee that I will fall in love with you

After several seconds of silence, Nie qiuhuan realized that the old man in the pavilion had been waiting for them for a long time.

He moved to the side of a step, gently and gently turned the topic.

"Joe, if we delay this further, the monster in your mouth will be angry. In that case, it will be difficult for us to fight monsters. "

There are happy laughter, in Shiqiao's throat, a little bit up.

Low, but from the heart of the laughter.

"Oh, Nie Xiaomei, I find that you are obedient to my words today."

Then he found Nie qiuhuan's hand and held it.

While walking, he said to her, "look at you today such a good member, I can't help but tell you about that monster."

Shiqiao is the son and daughter of a poet, so to speak, it is also the blood of the poet.

But her words, on the contrary, showed a kind of disgust and fear to the poets.

Which big family has no deep water?

Nie qiuhuan did not express his own speech, but listened quietly.

"This immortal monster is a murderer. He killed me..."

After a few words, gently, fall into Nie qiuhuan's ears, then only a few vague words left.

Killer?

Who did he kill?

Nie qiuhuan suddenly an exciting consciousness came over, subconsciously grabbed Shiqiao's fingertip, "Qiao Qiao, you mean, he killed your parents?"

Shiqiao's mouth suddenly opened into an "O" shape.

"Nie Xiaomei, you have a big brain hole. My parents are still alive now! How dare you curse them

Nie qiuhuan was completely confused by the relationship between poets.

However, there are few reports about poets in Rongcheng.

Like Nie qiuhuan, there are many people who know nothing about poets.

She was not able to respond for a moment, and then asked, "Joe, what about your parents?"

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