Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Jing Boran looked at Mo Niang, her delicate face calmed down, with indescribable self-mockery.

He knew it was the result.

Ah……

Jing Boran lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Be careful when you sleep, there are many people in the capital, so be careful."

Mo Niang looked at the man's tall and straight back, and suddenly said: "I never talk about my past, now I want to talk, would you like to hear it?"

Jing Boran turned his head around at once, his eyes were brighter than ever.

Mo Niang looked at him with a slight smile: "I have been in prison before."

Jing Boran frowned, his tone full of disbelief: "You? Go to jail?"

"Yeah." Mo Niang's tone was calm, as if she was talking about other people's affairs: "When I was very young, I fell in love with a person, but this person always thought that I would not be hurt, and took pity on other women. At that time, I lost my trust in me. At that time, my family suffered a serious injury. Someone wanted to frame my grandfather. I liked that person so much. A dizzy man fell into the trick of that woman and hurt someone with a whip. Those who wanted to The person who killed the demon family reported this matter to the emperor. In order to intercede for me, my grandfather entered the palace with illness and knelt outside the palace for three days and three nights. When he came back, he could not breathe. Later, My grandfather went, and I was imprisoned for four years. After I came out, I opened a brothel, where there were girls and...men. Life was not bad, but the body wasted too much. I thought I can't live for many days, but I was picked up by you unexpectedly, which is my luck, after all, no one who has been in prison can live such a good life like me."

Jing Boran frowned more and more, he looked at the face of the devil girl under the light, and after a long time, he said in a volume that the devil girl could definitely hear: "I don't think there is anything wrong with going to jail, in my eyes Here, you are cleaner than anyone."

Mo Niang's back shook. In the eyes of the world, as long as you have been in prison, no matter what crime you are charged with, it is a stain and you will be discriminated against for a lifetime.

It was the first time someone spoke cleanly to her.

This is also the first time in so many years that Mo Niang feels aggrieved.

That's right, it's a grievance.

Those grievances that were hidden in the deepest part of my heart, like a flooded river, gushed out and colored my eyes.

Standing beside her, Jing Boran hesitated for a long time before putting his hands on her head and rubbing her head back and forth.

Unspeakable pampering.

The purest kind of pampering without any impurities...

On this day, the two of them did not sleep in separate rooms.

Instead, one slept on the bed and the other slept on the ground.

They said they were sleeping, but they were actually chatting with each other, their voices were neither high nor low, with a hint of hypnosis...

In this room, there is no distinction between men and women, but two people who have been alone for too long have come together.

The night outside was getting lighter and lighter, and it was not until the early morning that the conversations in the house completely disappeared.

At noon, after lunch, Jing Boran decided to go to the mansion again. Since they are all in the capital, they can't just go back without seeing each other.

He told the witch about his plan.

After looking at him for a few seconds, Mo Niang said: "I will go with you, but before you go, you should accompany me to another place."

"it is good."

Basically, Jing Boran would not refuse the arrangement of Mo Niang.

only……

"Wouldn't it be strange for me to wear this?" Jing Boran tugged on the fur cape on his body. It was a silver-white gown with a few roses embroidered on the cuffs. It became more and more clean and beautiful.

Under the shocked eyes of the shopkeeper, Mo Niang put away the silver ring in her hand, looked back and smiled at Jing Boran: "No."

"Is that so..." Jing Boran was a little skeptical. After wearing rough clothes for so many years, he was really not used to changing back to better clothes.

Mo Niang tried to comfort him: "Don't worry, I used to dress up the young men in my shop, they are all the top names in the building."

Jing Boran: ...why does he feel worse and worse! ! !

After buying the clothes, Mo Niang changed Jing Boran's shoes and accessories, and even combed his hair by herself.

Jing Boran was at her mercy, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if she was happy.

It has to be said that after Jing Boran dressed up, he was no worse than the young masters in the capital.

This gave Mo Niang a sense of accomplishment, and when she led Jing Boran out, many people had already looked at him again.

Jing Boran was unresponsive, completely unaware, his black and white eyes were only looking at the big red door in front of him.

"I don't know if Bo Lan is here this time." He whispered, as if he was asking the devil girl or talking to himself.

Mo Niang smiled and said, "Go in and have a look."

Jing Boran nodded, and knocked on the door again, the boy who answered the door today was not the same as yesterday.

The boy saw the clothes of Mo Niang and Jing Boran, and invited them into the gate without saying a word: "Come in quickly, my family and the young masters are all in the backyard, it's just started, and the fun is going on. "

"But..." Jing Boran opened his mouth, just about to say that we didn't come to play.

Mo Niang took the words: "Really? It seems that we are still late."

"It's not too late, it's not too late." The boy said while extending his hand to lead the way for the two of them.

The devil girl walked over naturally, and casually grabbed the fur shawl that had slipped aside, her fair fingers revealed her preciousness, her walking posture was very beautiful, with an indescribable elegance.

Looking at her back, Jing Boran suddenly felt that maybe this was her.

The person who lives at the foot of the mountain and holds a stick to dry the quilt is just an illusion.

The well-dressed and beautiful person in front of her is the real her!

In this world there is a kind of person who is born to wear fine clothes and eat fine food.

Mo Niang is undoubtedly that kind of person, no matter what kind of road she has traveled, what kind of downfall she has experienced, only she can wear the luxury of silver fur...

……

The house is surprisingly lively today, and the New Year is coming, and the young masters are all free, so it's not surprising that they get together.

Mo Niang is very familiar with this circle. These few days are the time when the young masters get together to eat, drink and have fun. When it is really New Year's Eve, they will stay at home to watch the new year.

Tomorrow, it will be another year...

Mo Niang smiled, and followed the young man into a courtyard with a strong smell of books.

In the courtyard, there is a piece of emerald green winter bamboo, which is drawn from hot spring water and planted with evergreens.

In the middle of the courtyard, there are a few young masters sitting, who seem to be playing with a sieve in their hands, looking very lazy, and beside them are each sitting a beautiful woman in pink, talking coquettishly and laughing, and the atmosphere is strong.

Until Jing Boran and the others came over, Jing Bolan who was laughing with General Mu suddenly stood up.

His movements were a bit abrupt, causing several young masters to look sideways.

Jing Bolan reacted very quickly, and smiled with his lips curled up: "You guys play first, I'll deal with business."

The young masters were in high spirits, so they didn't pay much attention to the movement here.

After seeing Jing Bolan, Jing Boran's black eyes were bright and beautiful: "Bolan..."

"How do you do things." Jing Bolan's first sentence was to the boy, his voice was low: "How many times have I said, don't let people enter the house casually."

The boy was dumbfounded when he heard this, and quickly explained: "Here, aren't these two distinguished guests invited by your lord?"

"No." There was some impatience in Jing Bolan's tone.

Then, he turned his head and said to Jing Boran, "How did you find this place?"

His voice was still very low, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

No matter how dull Jing Boran was, he realized that his younger brother didn't seem to welcome him, and the smile on his face gradually froze: "I'm here to give you New Year's goods."

"New Year's goods? Just for this?" Jing Bolan's sarcasm was so obvious, he turned his head and glanced behind him: "Forget it, you hurry back! Also, if people ask, don't tell them, You are my brother."

Jing Boran was taken aback, he didn't expect to get such a warning, and his beautiful eyes lost the brilliance when they first came.

"Why?" He always asked a reason.

Jing Bolan felt that if things went on like this, the people over there should come over, so he simply said bluntly: "You don't know what kind of place the capital is, here it's about connections, relationships, It’s silver! If you let them know that I’m not the son of a rich merchant in the south of the Yangtze River, but just a poor boy taught by a teacher, no one will be willing to make friends with me. It’s not easy for me to climb to my current position. Well, let’s go quickly, anyway, Dad doesn’t count on you anymore. From now on, the Jing family can only rely on me to honor their ancestors.”

Obviously, Jing Bolan has been nailed in place by this rhetoric.

He felt that even his fingers were stiff, and he wanted to walk, but he couldn't take a step.

The devil girl, who hadn't said a word from the beginning to the end, walked over and put her hand in his palm, her voice was softer than before: "Bo Ran, let's go."

Just as Jing Boran was about to nod, he heard a deep and deep voice not far away: "Bai Lan, ask your friend to come over and play a game."

Jing Bolan paused with his fingers and said with a smile, "He won't."

"Gambling, this kind of thing, you can play with it." General Mu's attitude is very casual, but it's not difficult for those who are familiar with him to see the oppression in his eyes.

Naturally, Jing Bolan didn't dare to say anything in front of him, so she turned her head away and smiled at Jing Boran pretendingly: "Since General Mu thinks highly of you, you can play a few games."

"Me?" Jing Boran stood where he was, shook his head towards the wooden general, and politely refused: "I don't know how to gamble."

General Mu laughed, as if it was the first time anyone dared to say "no" in front of him.

"Look, if you gamble, the money here is yours, if you don't gamble..." General Mu stood up, his thin lips slightly raised: "The consequences will be hard to say."

Jing Boran raised his eyebrows: "Then I don't..."

"Let's gamble." Mo Niang interrupted him with a chuckle: "There is a good thing to get money, why don't you gamble."

General Mu withdrew his eyes and put them on Mo Niang's face. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that this woman looked familiar.

He had just returned to Beijing and had met quite a few young ladies. She should not be from the capital.

So, where did this familiar feeling come from...

And those young masters standing behind him are all rookies who have just been promoted from all over the world, so they don't even know Mo Niang.

General Mu narrowed his dangerous eyes, and a strong sense of oppression overflowed from his straight and clear face.

"Let's play the simplest one and bet on size." When he came back to his senses, the woman in front of him had already skillfully pushed the sieve cup to the middle: "Find someone to come out and shake the sieve."

General Mu gave a low laugh, and glanced at the soldiers behind him.

The soldier didn't speak, just lowered his head and shook the sieve cup. It's not the best technique, the better thing is that the cup falls quickly.

"Big." Mo Niang opened her mouth, waved her hand, and pushed out all the money.

Although Jing Boran has never gambled before, he also knows that Mo Niang's actions are undoubtedly risking her life...

He, who was always dull, couldn't help becoming nervous.

He was slightly relieved when he opened the sieve cup and saw two fives and one six.

Jing Bolan smiled inexplicably: "It's good luck."

"Master Jing was just joking, just a hand, you can see how lucky you are." Mo Niang sat lazily on the wooden chair, leaning back: "If the adults came to shake the cup, my luck would be even better. "

General Mu gave her a playful look, and said, "In that case, Bo Lan, shake the cup."

"Okay." Jing Bolan lowered his eyes, picked up the sieve cup with a sneer, and only wanted to win over these two people and let them go quickly.

Just, one, two, three... seven.

Everything can be guessed by the devil girl.

Her posture looks very lazy, especially when she looks at Jing Bolan with sweat on her forehead, there is a faint glow in her eyes, as if she is just playing around with Jing Bolan.

Jing Bolan is a very face-saving person. He has a high self-esteem. Hearing the laughter around him, the more he looks at Mo Niang, the more angry he feels in his heart.

Where did his elder brother find such a woman? It's simply abominable!

"Ten, Master Jing still want to play?"

If it is said that the previous practice of the devil girl was very cryptic, this sentence obviously smacks of provocation.

She didn't directly expose Jing Bolan as a villain, because she knew that Jing Boran didn't want to see that kind of result.

However, she couldn't just let Jing Boran be ridiculed.

She knew better than anyone how much he wanted to see his brother.

If it weren't for family members, who would drive a day's mountain road to deliver New Year's goods without hindrance.

Jing Boran has been a cow and a horse for so many years, and he probably never thought of asking his brother for anything in return.

But what about this person in front of him.

It's fine if you don't know how to be grateful, but what's the matter with that look of disdain for Jing Boran and embarrassing him...

"No more than ten, go on!" Jing Bolan's face turned pale from the devil's anger, thanks to him being able to maintain that gentle and elegant appearance.

However, at this moment, an evil and deep voice came from behind the demon lady, with a familiar grace: "I advise Master Jing to give up, no matter how many times you gamble, the result will be the same. What I said Right, Sister Mo..."

Message to readers: Seeing all kinds of big speculations in the comment area, my stomach hurts from laughing, especially that Xiaojing likes Luo Shao, hahahaha, wow, you are so cute!So I added more, [-] words, two more into one chapter, Ann~