Master she's getting smaller again (Rebirth)

There are many martial arts sects, and although the Ramadan Tower is not comparable to the first-class sects, it has a pivotal position in this Leling City.

Fu Su hugged Mo Qing and walked out of Yiwu Building. Outside the alley, a plain and unpretentious carriage parked quietly.The driver was Lu Jiu. Seeing Fusu approaching, he bowed and opened the curtain to welcome them in.

Mo Qing looked at the spacious and elegant carriage inside, and his curiosity grew stronger.She sat on the soft cushion and glanced over, whether it was the tea set, the landscape scrolls unfolded randomly on the small table, or the book in Fusu's hand, they were all rare and unique items.It is even said that this is not what ordinary martial arts people can think about.

The carriage was moving extremely steadily, and one after another shouting and the sound of welcoming guests from the restaurant could gradually be heard outside.

"My lord, we're here." Lu Jiu's voice sounded without any ups and downs.

Fusu randomly placed "Nan Ke Ji" on the bookshelf, which thousands of talents longed for, and then took Mo Qing out of the carriage.

Mo Qing looked up, and found that in front of him was an imposing restaurant with an endless stream of diners.The receptionist at the door saw the two of them sharp-eyed, and hurried up to greet them: "My lord, do you want to eat? We have meals suitable for young ladies here, and there are all kinds of dishes, you may like it!"

With a flick of Fusu's fingertips, a piece of gold leaf fell into the servant's arms. He hugged Mo Qing, and said gently, "For the private room facing east, pick some light dishes and bring them up."

Seeing the boy's instantly bright smile, Mo Qing yawned.Prodigal, true prodigal.She walked upstairs with Fusu all the way on her short legs, and walked into what the boy called the best and quietest private room.

As soon as he entered the elegant room, Fusu walked towards the large window facing east with his hands behind his back, opened the bamboo curtain, and saw the Ramadan Tower right in front of his eyes.That place has been heavily surrounded, and the disciples of the Ramadan Building stood guard in front of the door, stopping those who tried to watch the excitement.If you look closely, you can also find a few imperceptible black shadows on the outer wall of the Ramadan Tower, with a slightly shorter figure.

"How long are we going to wait here?" Mo Qing climbed onto the tea couch under the window of the pavilion, lay down by the window and looked out, feeling very bored.

Fu Su poured a cup of tea, and replied leisurely, "Wait until nightfall." After a pause, he looked at Mo Qing with some ambiguity, "Qi Qi, are you afraid of death?"

Mo Qing lowered her eyes to hide the trace of mockery in her eyes, she pulled Fusu Zhu's blue sleeves, with a pure and harmless smile on her face: "I don't have to be afraid if I have my brother around."

Fusu looked at her and smiled slightly, and said no more.

Mo Qing rested her chin and looked out the window, the corner of her mouth curled up.It seems that the death of the gatekeeper of the Ramadan Tower, at least on the surface, has something to do with Luoyue Cliff.Qu Qingheng is not a fool, how could he kill the upright martial arts at the cusp of her disappearance, isn't this a clear declaration of war on the martial arts?

She spent a year in seclusion in her previous life and didn't take care of these mundane things, but now she is really wonderful.

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On the night of the hazy moon, the thin clouds approached heavily, and the heat of the midsummer night gave off a bit of coolness.Outside the Ramadan building, the shadows of the trees are full, and the lights in the building are flickering.

A wisp of mysterious ink passed by like the wind, and even the shadow of the tree was not disturbed.

That Xuan Mo fell into the mourning hall behind the Ramadan Building, which was hung with pale lanterns and white curtains in an instant.

"Zi, Zicheng...why do I feel a little cold?"

"Don't talk nonsense! It's night, so of course it's cooler." The man called Zicheng held on, swallowed, and tried to convince his companions who were watching the night together, "Besides, there are more than twenty disciples guarding the outer wall. It's on."

"Also...also."

The two were silent for a while, only the rustling of the branches and leaves by Xia Feng, which sounded like someone whispering at this moment.

"Why is it our turn to guard the inner hall..." The man muttered, suddenly startled!

Under the hazy moonlight, the grass shivered.

"Quick! Go and have a look!" One of them lowered his voice, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

After a sound of chaotic footsteps, the wisp of black ink has silently floated into the mourning hall.

"It's a black cat, it scared me to death!"

"Beat it to death and throw it out, things that get in the way, it's bad luck to look at!"

The conversation outside gradually ceased, and in the inner hall, a large and a small figure stood still.

Mo Qing looked up at the mourning hall.The style is magnificent, it is miserable white, it cannot be whiter than this, the whole room is full of white candles, shining like day.The coffin in the middle is considered a good coffin, made of Lishan ebony, it seems that at least this Ramadan building is not short of money.

It's just...the head of the sect has just passed away, and there is no one watching at night?

Fusu stepped forward silently, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the coffin, then flipped it over—the coffin lid was removed silently, revealing the person lying inside, Mo Wufeng, the gatekeeper of the Ramadan Tower.

Fusu looked down, and saw that Mo Wufeng's Yintang was bruised and his face was distorted. He must have struggled with all his might when he died.He thought for a moment, then said softly: "Master Momen, I offended you."

Before Mo Qing realized what he meant by "offending", he saw Mo Wufeng swipe across his body in an instant!In the blink of an eye again, he had already put away the dagger he had just taken out in an instant.At this moment, Mo Qing hated her shortness very much. She could only see what Fusu was doing, but she couldn't see the scene inside the coffin. She could only look at the tall coffin in a daze.

Fusu picked up Mo Wufeng's restrained clothes by himself, only to see a narrow and deep knife wound on his heart, killing him with one blow.After looking at it for a while, he seemed to remember that there was a half-short Mo Qing at his feet, so he reached out and hugged her, showing an elegant smile: "Qiqi, are you really not afraid?"

Mo Qing returned him a hypocritical smile.

She really doesn't understand Fusu, death is like a lamp going out, what's so terrible about dying with nothing but dry bones?Living people are more terrifying.

She turned her head to look, and she was a little startled after just one glance.

This knife wound...was undoubtedly caused by a narrow-bladed scimitar.And Mo Wufeng Yintang's green and black, almost inseparable, is the strange poison "Bliss".

She sighed silently, and couldn't help but think of the last night of her previous life, and that cold and tough back.

"Master, the subordinates are dead."

These were his last words, and he did not hesitate to die for her.

The seventeenth dark guard, known in all corners of the world, is the most loyal vicious dog around Mo Qing who bites people. He has a scimitar called Liu Ke, a strange poison in his hand called Bliss, and he has left countless dead bones under his men.

"Brother, don't you have the answer? Why bring me here?" Mo Qing suddenly smiled, not a pure and innocent smile, nor a cute smile, but just as light as a breeze, without much fluctuation laugh.

Fusu glanced at her, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Oh, walking with people makes you less frightened."

Mo Qing sneered in his heart.Listen, how ridiculous, this person actually said that he would be scared by himself.

"Seventeen's knife, poison and silencer." Fu Su calmly removed Mo Wufeng's clothes, and then silently closed the coffin lid.Lightly flipped out from the back window, the breeze blew up heavy white curtains, Mo Qing looked back, the brightly lit mourning hall was deserted and strange.

The cool wind in midsummer blows slowly, the moonlight is darker, and heavy cumulus clouds are pressed down from the sky.

Fusu carried Mo Qing in his arms and jumped up to the tallest star observation tower in Leling City, and then floated down leisurely.His clear and low voice sounded in the wind: "Qi Qi, what do you think?"

Mo Qing smiled, hugged Fusu's neck and said, "Could it be that the same pen is used, the handwriting is the same, and the person who wrote it is also the same?"

Fusu smiled lowly, and the deep laughter rang in Mo Qing's ears, creating several different amorous feelings in the night.He pursed his lips and said, "Qi Qi is really smart." After a short pause, he continued, "The thing that really killed Mo Wufeng was the needle wound on his temple, the pinhole is so small that it is difficult to detect."

"When I took a closer look just now, the color of the needle wound was darker than the knife wound on the heart. The knife wound was made up later. If I guessed correctly, it was just for—" He stopped suddenly, and his body turned back like the wind. change!

The sleeve sword suddenly swung out!

The two streams of air collided, making a clanging sound.Fusu hugged Mo Qing's toes with one hand, and landed lightly on the high roof ridge.Under the dim moonlight, he looked at the twenty figures in front of him gently, without saying a word.

The 20 or so figures were different from ordinary killers, their steps were even weirder, and the number of martial arts was also strange.Mo Qing looked at them, his eyebrows slowly furrowed.

But in an instant, a flash of snow seemed to split the chaos of heaven and earth, like a very bright bright color in the misty sky, approaching in an instant!

Mo Qing clung to Fusu's shoulders, that bright color was reflected in his eyes, like a shattered star.This was the first time she had seen Fusu make a real move, and the astonishment of that sword made her feel amazed.

But in the blink of an eye, the two had escaped.Fusu traveled westward all the way, turning around from time to time to make two moves with the killer who was biting tightly behind him.

Mo Qing looked up and saw that the blood on Fusu's face quickly faded.Although he tried to restrain himself, Mo Qing still noticed that his breath was a little unstable.

In a barren wild field, the green grass seedlings twitched crazily, looking especially graceful under the hazy moonlight, and occasionally there were one or two frog croaks, which disturbed the night.

Fu Su hugged Mo Qing and landed on the field ridge, with a vague smile on his lips.That smile fell into the eyes of the following killers, and they were shocked to see that!

"Let's go!" One of them shouted, his tone was extremely strange, mixed with some strange accents.

Looking again, a dozen or so silent guards holding long knives silently landed in front of the killer, and then suddenly set off!

What happened after that was all in Fusu's calculations.

He held Mo Qing in his arms, and walked away calmly. On the way back, he took a horse from a stable built outside a hunter's house, and then put a silver coin on the ground.Not surprised, Mo Qing rode on the horse with him, and wandered all the way back to Yiwu Tower.

On the way, Mo Qing knew why and asked: "Brother, why don't we fly back?"

Fu Su glanced at her quietly, then smiled gently, and replied: "Because your brother is too weak, it is safer to ride a horse."

Tsk.Mo Qing expressed disdain in his heart, he was too weak to be able to kill five people in a row with a weak body.

"Oh, that's right." Fusu handed the horse over to the servant, and led her upstairs, seeming to remember something, "If I guessed right, the knife wound and poison were just used to plant Luoyue Cliff."

Mo Qing pushed open the door of Guanwu Pavilion, opened a pair of misty eyes, and asked with a smile: "Do you think Luoyue Cliff's reputation is not bad enough?"

Fusu took a deep look at her, and closed the door behind him.

"If that's the case, why bother to kill the master of a sect." Fu Su calmly sat down and poured a cup of tea slowly.

Mo Qing climbed onto the high chair, her heart was like a mirror.

Obviously, the martial arts conference is coming soon, and the other party wants to muddy the waters of the martial arts.If Luoyueya and Wulin Zhengzheng fight, what benefits can the opponent gain?

"The Ramadan building's heart method "Picking the Moon" is lost."

After Fu Su finished speaking, Mo Qing's expression changed subtly.

If I remember correctly... She once said at the martial arts conference in front of those martial arts decent people that she was a little interested in the heart method of picking the moon.She is interested because the mental method can not only practice martial arts, but also beautify the face.For heaven's sake, she's really just, kind of, interested.

It seems that this account is definitely going to be counted on her head.

Forget it, she has taken a lot of blame, and even one more... is really infuriating.

But anger is nothing but anger, there is a question she has wanted to ask Fusu for a long time.

"Brother, do you know the leader of Luoyue Cliff?" She blinked her eyes, with a sweet smile on her face, filled with seven-point expectation and three-point hidden expectation.Seeing Mo Qing who changed the subject instantly, Fu Su just took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner, and then said unhurriedly: "I know."

Mo Qing was slightly startled.Did he really see her true face?

The candlelight flickered slightly, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

Thinking so many times, Mo Qing even thought of several answers that could be perfectly pared.Who knows, Fu Su smiled slightly and said——

"In Jianghu, who doesn't know the leader?"

"..."

After a while, Mo Qing said with a dry smile, "That's right."

"Qiqi, you seem to be very concerned about Mo Qing?" Fusu looked at her with a slight smile on his lips.

Mo Qing rested her cheeks on her hands, and because her young and round cheeks were bulging, she blinked her eyes and said innocently: "All the Taoist masters in the Jianghu are so handsome and charming, I am just very curious about such a man." .”

She wasn't afraid that Feng Da would flash her tongue, brazenly flattered herself, and tricked Fusu by the way, then smiled and waited for Fusu's reaction.

"But there are also rumors in the world that Mo Qing is a daughter."

Mo Qing's fear of Fusu deepened in her heart.Her watery eyes rolled around, and she changed the subject without a trace: "Oh, such a character must be a man. If it is a girl, how many beauties should be spoiled." After finishing speaking, she yawned and rubbed her hands. Eyes said, "Brother, how long are we going to live here?"

"Stay for one more day." Fusu flicked his finger lightly, and the light dimmed a little, "Go to sleep."

Mo Qing nodded in response, climbed onto the bed with short legs, rolled into it, and then quietly listened to Fusu's voice.

But for a moment, she felt a person silently falling into the room.A faint, astringent medicinal fragrance wafted in the night wind blowing in. Mo Qing only felt that the smell was familiar, and immediately remembered that it was the smell of Fusu's body.

"My lord, your medicine." Lu Jiu's stern voice sounded extremely low.

After a while, the sound of the porcelain bowl being placed on the table sounded.Fu Su's clear voice was a bit vague: "How is Yi Sheng?"

"The young master is very good. Mr. An is teaching the young master how to ride." After a pause, Lu Jiu continued, "The young master... fell many times. Mr. An said that the young master may not have the talent to ride a horse."

"Oh. Tell him, it's God's will, you can't force it."

Vaguely, Mo Qing seemed to hear Fusu's shallow laugh, like a dragonfly skimming across the water surface through the soft morning sun in summer, leaving faint ripples, light but gentle.

After that, Mo Qing didn't pay attention any more.Xu Shi's house was lit with soothing incense, she had no dreams all night and slept very peacefully.

The next day, Mo Qing was woken up by Lu Ling.

"...Take the medicine on time, twice a day, never less!"

"Whisper." Fusu's low and clear voice sounded immediately.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I almost forgot that senior brother, your daughter is still awake." Lu Ling quickly lowered her voice.

Mo Qing rubbed her eyes and got up, and walked out of the room slowly with her hair down.Seeing her getting up, Fusu glanced at Lu Ling lightly. The latter felt a chill in the sky, and quickly laughed: "Hahahahaha I delivered the medicine, so I left first, no need to deliver it." After that, he slipped away like a mouse Still fast.

Fu Su waved to Mo Qing with a smile: "Come here." Mo Qing very consciously moved a small stool and sat down in front of Fu Su.Fusu took out a small tortoiseshell comb, ran her slender fingers through the soft black hair, and combed her flat buns in a short while.

Mo Qing picked up a small bronze mirror and looked at it, showing a very satisfied smile.Although it has shrunk, the leader is still the leader, even the cutest is the cutest.

After some freshening up and breakfast, Mo Qing remembered Fusu girl's proficiency in pulling her hair in a bun, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, how many daughters have you picked up?"

"..."

Fusu glanced at her, and after a little silence, he said: "I have a child who is the same age as you in my family, and I will comb his hair occasionally." After a pause, he added, "I only picked up one daughter."

Mo Qing smiled with her chin in her hand, her delicate eyes showed a hint of cunning inadvertently, and she said slowly, "Oh."

Fusu looked at her, the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing a smile that he didn't even notice.If an animal was used to describe Mo Qing, the snow fox would be the most suitable one. It was a small one, cute and cunning.

"Qiqi, do you want to go for a walk?" Fu Su asked Mo Qing with a smile.

"Go to the private room of a restaurant and squat until it gets dark?" Mo Qing expressed a lack of interest.

"Walk around the long street, eat refreshments, view the scenery, listen to books, and buy clothes and jewelry."

Mo Qing would never admit that she was actually tempted by clothing and jewelry.She doesn't have any hobbies, she just prefers to look at beauties and play with beautiful jade.In her eyes, beauties should be matched with beautiful jade, especially for beauties like Fusu.

On the bustling Guanyue Street in Leling City, the shouts of vendors and the calls of shops to attract customers are intertwined, one after another like singing.Fu Su took Mo Qing's hand and let her stay in front of the various stalls.

Not long after, Mo Qing's hands were already full of snacks. In her left hand she held Baihua Cakes, and in her right she held a bunch of candied haws.The Baihua Cake was very sweet, and the candied haws were even sweeter. She ate the almost cloying snack earnestly, even though she didn't like sweets.

Next to Guanyue Street is Biluo Lake, in which there are vast expanses of blue waves, boundless blue lotus leaves in the sky, and lotus flowers swaying in the wind, showing a unique elegance.The willows on the shore of the lake brush the clothes of passers-by.A wishful bridge across the lake, Fusu held a plain white oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and led her slowly across the bridge with the other.

"The people in Leling City are humane. If you silently recite your wish on the Ruyi Bridge, you will get your wish."

The summer wind blew slowly, bringing Fusu's voice to Mo Qing's ears.

Mo Qing hid the indifferent smile in his eyes, raised his head and smiled kindly: "In that case, brother, what wish do you have?"

Fusu's eyes fell on the swaying lotus not far away, and he said calmly: "The court is clear and bright, and the people are happy."

Mo Qing looked up at him, with a slight smile on her lips, showing her sharp canine teeth.He would say this, Mo Qing was a little unexpected, but it was also expected.He is Yun Zhonghe, and it is normal to have the world in his heart. She is just a leader, and she has no interest in such a heavy responsibility of saving the common people. She has no need to take up that responsibility. She has her own way of life. In this arena, you can do whatever you want, and you can come and go freely.

In a blink of an eye, Fusu had already led her across the Ruyi Bridge to a tea house.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng was serving a cup of tea to moisten his mouth, and the audience all looked unsatisfied, constantly urging Bai Xiaosheng to continue talking.Mo Qing noticed with sharp eyes that these listeners were not ordinary people. Looking at their clothes, it could be seen that they were all from the world.It turned out to be a Jianghu teahouse, which is more interesting than ordinary teahouses.

"The private seat on the second floor." Fusu put a piece of silver into the waiter's hand, the young waiter smiled brightly, and led them to the best private seat on the second floor - facing Bai Xiaosheng, not far from the window There is the Biluo Lake, and the scenery of the vast expanse of blue waves is intoxicating. If you are bored of listening, you can watch the scenery to relieve your fatigue.

Sitting next to Fusu, Mo Qing took a look at the tea specially presented by the waiter. It was Chunxi Ming tea, green in color and clear in taste. It was picked from the first spring rain and brewed with spring snow melting water. It was a gentleman among teas.She couldn't help being amused, this young man is quite interesting, and he will do what he likes.

There was a sound of alarm, and only Bai Xiaosheng's fascinating voice was heard: "Oh, it's terrible, please come to the famous people in the world to have a look, and the famous people can confirm with one word—" Bai Xiaosheng paused deliberately, seeing the curious and eager people in the room. When the expression was on, he smiled with satisfaction, and his voice raised sharply, "The death of the master of the gate in Ramadan is caused by the seventeenth!"

"Pfft—" Mo Qing couldn't hold back, and all the tea in his mouth sprayed out.

"Seventeen? Could it be that Seventeen?!"

"Oh, who else could it be? I heard it was him. I really don't know what happened to the Ramadan Tower. There is no wrongdoing or enmity!"

"It's so hateful! The owner of the gate of the Ramadan Tower is usually kind and humble, but Luoyueya bullies people too much. It's clearly a demonstration!"

There was another startling sound, Bai Xiaosheng said unhurriedly: "Everyone, be quiet, stay here and finish."

"Why did you say that? It's only because the sect master's fatal injury was caused by a narrow-edged scimitar, and the poison "Bliss" in his body. Everyone knows that Seventeenth, the most obedient secret guard next to the leader of Luoyueya, used a narrow-edged scimitar. The scimitar blade is named Liuke, and the strange poison in one hand is named Bliss. There is no doubt that this matter was done by Luoyueya!"

There was a burst of boiling in the building.For a moment, everyone seemed like brothers they hadn't seen for many years, scrambling to condemn and curse Shiqi and Luoyueya. As the leader, Mo Qing couldn't avoid being scolded, and he was even more aggrieved than Shiqi, and his body was bruised .

Occasionally, one or two of them were still relatively sober, and quickly asked: "Then why did Luoyueya kill the owner of the Ramadan Tower for no reason?"

Bai Xiaosheng slapped his head in shock, raised his eyebrows and said, "That's a good question from the young man! As you all know, the mental method "Picking the Moon" in the Ramadan Tower disappeared for no reason when the head of the sect passed away. During the conference, Mo Qing had personally said that he was very interested in this idea! Moreover, the three-year martial arts conference will be held six days later, and Luoyueya's intentions were already very obvious when such a big event happened before the conference. "

"Mo Qing has always acted in a disorderly manner. He has been dissatisfied with martial arts for a long time, and he is deeply concerned about what happened in the past. It is reasonable to do such evil things now. It's just a pity that the master of the Ramadan Tower, a generation of heroes, was killed by the gangsters. It hurts, I left early. Alas, what a pity!"

Everyone was in an uproar, scolding Luoyueya, and expressed that they would unite and resist the Demon Cult.Occasionally, there were one or two voices of doubt, which were also drowned out by the righteous indignation of the crowd.

The leader sat in the private seat on the second floor, silently watching their righteous indignation and generous oath.

What about revenge, eliminating harm for the martial arts, and doing justice... When she stands in front of them, they all run faster than a mouse.Oh, of course, not the way she is now.

Mo Qing silently glanced at her short arms and calves, and sighed silently.It's really aggrieved. Others have scolded to the door, and they can't beat them back more fiercely and ruthlessly.Most importantly, she is innocent!She was wronged!Shiqi and Luoyueya expressed that they were very tired!

"Qiqi, what do you think?" Fusu still had a faint smile on his face, not affected by the atmosphere of the people in the teahouse at all.

Mo Qing rested her chin and looked downstairs, lacking in interest: "Misfortune comes from the mouth, it's just words to seek death." Let's take it as their last words, being able to be heard by the leader is also one of the blessings in life.

Fusu lowered his eyes and smiled again: "You said that the leader will not let them go? It must not be true, but they are just ordinary people, and the leader must not care about them."

Mo Qing couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and sneered in her heart, Fusu really thought too much about her, she was narrow-minded, and she was smaller than the tip of a needle.Even if she doesn't care about it, Luoyueya's group of idiots will, and Shi Qi will care about it too.

"Brother is right, the leader is so free and easy, so naturally he won't care about these people." She said with a smile, and continued to carry forward the spirit of shamelessly praising herself.Then, she seemed to see the playfulness flashing in Fusu's eyes, and looking again, he was a noble and gentle son, sipping tea carefully, without commenting on her words.

"It's just." Mo Qing smiled sweetly, with cunning hidden in his eyes, "The death of the gatekeeper of the Ramadan Tower and the inside story spread so quickly, it really makes people suspicious."

Fusu looked at the excited audience and Bai Xiaosheng, who was spitting, and smiled with downcast eyes while holding the teacup: "Qiqi is really smart."

The two rested in the tea house for a while, and after hearing Bai Xiaosheng's other strange stories about the world, Fusu took Mo Qing to the best clothing pavilion in Leling City, made several sets of summer clothes for her, and Made a few coats for early fall.

Next to the Yi Pavilion is the Ruilang Pavilion, which specializes in selling gold and jade. Fusu smiled gently and asked Mo Qing to buy it as he pleased.Mo Qing was naturally not polite to him. It was normal for father to buy jewelry for his daughter.I have to say that her half-way father is really a good and conscientious father.

So, she unceremoniously bought several pieces of jade.There is Ruyi made of rare blood jade, a bronze mirror rimmed with snow-white mutton jade, and a red jadeite pendant as bright as fire... Finally, she caught a jade hairpin at a glance.

The body of the hairpin is as pure as snow, and the ingenious hidden pattern emerges like mist in the sunlight, and the head of the hairpin rolls up—it is the head of a crane, with a little bright red on the eyes of the head of the crane, and the whole hairpin suddenly becomes lively and elegant, just like the finishing touch , It's admirable that little bit of bright red is wonderful.

In the end, including the hosta, she bought a total of six jade articles.Fusu didn't pay attention to what she bought, but called Lu Jiu very neatly to pay the money.

Why did he call Lu Jiu to pay? Of course, Fusu didn't expect to go out with Mo Qing, and it would cost so much money. He didn't have the habit of carrying huge sums of money with him, so it was just... not enough money!

The two stopped and walked roughly around Leling City until the sunset on the western mountain, and the sunset was getting late before returning to the Yiwu Tower.

As soon as he entered Guanwu Pavilion, Mo Qing put a long sandalwood box on the table, smiled at Fusu and said, "Brother, this is yours."

Fusu raised his eyebrows slightly, and opened the long box with a casual hook.On the dark red silk and satin, the extremely pure hairpin shimmered and shimmered, and the bright red was breathtaking.

"I saw it in Ruilang Pavilion today, and I thought you looked good in it, so I bought it."

Fusu picked up the jade hairpin, his fingers seemed to be carved from mutton fat jade, slender like jade with distinct joints.He lowered his eyebrows and looked at it for a long time, the soft light fell on his face, and there was a bit of tenderness that he had never had before.

"Give me something with my money?" Fusu smiled unhurriedly, holding the jade hairpin and looking at Mo Qing, with a casual smile in his voice, "However, I like it very much."

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