Knock on Jade: Concubine Qiao Plays Evil Emperor

Chapter 433 Pretty Concubine Playing Evil Emperor 454

Chapter 433 Pretty Concubine Playing Evil Emperor 454
"Hey, what are you running for?" the old man shouted, and the shout made the poor scholar tremble even more, and he ran even faster.

"I see, you want to run a race with me, that's fine, but this time you have to keep your word." The old man shouted, "The world is really getting worse and worse, people don't talk anymore."

The Luodi scholar kept running, until his hat fell off and his gown was torn, but he didn't know it.After running for a long distance, there was no sound of footsteps behind him. He must have dumped the old man, so he stopped to rest for a while, looked down, and wondered when a shoe was missing.

"It's really insulting to the gentlemen, and it's out of decency." The younger scholar hurriedly looked around for another shoe.

"Are you looking for this?" The old man appeared from behind the student, holding a shoe in his hand.

Because it was so sudden, Luodi Scholar couldn't help screaming "Ah".

"Ah_" the old man yelled, imitating the underachiever, "Why do you call it so special? I'll learn from you." He squatted halfway, "Ah!" Asking for advice, I looked back and saw that the student was running.

"Father, it's not easy to raise you. You are not afraid of death, are you still afraid of living?"

The scholar Luodi stopped, turned his head, bowed to Lao Yao, and left slowly.

"Damn old man, why are you pretending to be crazy when you're fine? In Duwan, you said you couldn't live without pretending to be crazy. Why did you go crazy again when you arrived in Dongsi?" An old lady with all white hair but shaking her spirits came over, happily Hehe smiled.

"Pretend to be used to it, don't go crazy once a day, and feel uncomfortable all over."

"Oh, I really have nothing to do with you." The old lady smiled lovingly, "I don't know how Xueyun and Xueyan are? Do you think we should go to see Xueyun or Xueyan first?"

"Let's take a gamble!" The old man took out a copper coin and said, "Let's go to see Xueyan from the front, and Xueyun from the back."

"You old man, the more you live, the less serious you are."

In the early morning, the mountains are full of shade, reflecting all the white stones and clear springs into a blue sky. The wind blows the leaves, and the birds are singing. Snow geese ride on horses and walk in the early autumn morning mist, just like riding on clouds.

In the faint autumn wind, the black hair is soft, draped like silk and satin, fluttering gently in the faint autumn wind, looking at his back, you can see a little tenderness in his body.

It's just that those eyes are all lonely.

Xueyan felt that this lonely swordsman, a wandering wanderer, who hid all his emotions behind a cold face, uncovered layers of camouflage, and reached the depths of his soul, must be the infatuated species of drunken mortals, what makes him love and hate love? It's difficult, what made him get used to loneliness, deliberately alienate everyone, lock him in his own country, and only taste love and pain, and drink alone.

He was not a wolf.

Life drove him to the way of the wolf.

"Do you often miss her?" Xue Yan asked suddenly when Ma Jinyi Hanfeng came up to him.

(End of this chapter)

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