"I ...... I sneaked out by myself, you, don't tell our young lady. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The girl named Xiaocui trotted away, seeing her back disappear into the alley, and the words she said before leaving rang in Li Yi's ears again.

"What the hell is this woman doing...... Li Yi rubbed his eyebrows and muttered.

With her character, it is obviously impossible to give up on herself, so what is the purpose of such inaction? It was actually Xiao Cui who secretly ran over, and he knew that Zeng Zuimmo's situation had reached that point.

Is it because of thin skin?

However, whether or not what happened that night, Li Yi couldn't watch her passively accept that fate, if Li Xuan was right, with those things, the problem had been solved now, right?

But why do you still feel irritated for no reason?

"Uncle, it's time to eat......"

Xiaohuan's voice faintly came from inside, and Li Yi temporarily suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, turned around and walked back......

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A girl named Xiaocui ran out of the alley with the book in her arms tightly in her arms.

The flow of people on the street began to dense, her pace slowed down, carefully took the book out of her arms, flipped through a few pages, and saw the dense handwriting on it, and immediately a smile appeared on her pretty face.

"It seems that the bad guy is not so bad." muttered to himself, bought a sugar gourd on the side of the street, and walked forward in a hurry.

Since she was a child, she has been by Miss's side, although she can't ----- all the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting that Miss knows, but at least she has learned words with Miss and knows poetry.

The bad guy is not ------ bad guy anymore.

The poems written by the boy are amazing, the last time in that garden, so many people were scared, and I heard that those who wanted to compete for the Oiran cried and begged him to write poems for himself, and the last time her mother gave Chen Miaomiao five hundred taels of silver and asked her to find the son, she heard them all.

Hmph, why did she Chen Miaomiao let that son write poems, and she hasn't flown on the branches as a phoenix, these days, she has been saying those strange things in front of Miss all day long, if Miss hadn't stopped her, she wouldn't have gone up and tore her mouth......

Isn't it just that her mother wants to make her an oiran, she is not as good-looking as Miss, and her talent is even worse than Miss's 108,000 miles, and more importantly, she let that son see her body?

Nothing can compare to Miss, what else do you want to do, dream about it!

There are also those people, who can't ask others to write poems, and they haven't opened their mouths today, but they got what they dreamed of, which shows that the son is still concerned about his own young lady......

Thinking of this, Xiao Cui's heart was even happier.

Quietly slipped into the Jade Courtyard through the back door, the young lady went out to find Sister Ruoqing just now, so she had the opportunity to sneak out, gently pushed the door open, and heard a familiar voice.

"Xiaocui, where did you go just now?"

Hurriedly hid the things in his arms, if he let Miss know, he would definitely let her return them, grinned and showed two rows of white teeth, and said, "Miss, I just went out to buy two strings of sugar gourds, and I will give you a string of ......"

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The sky had completely darkened, and finally there was movement inside, Liu spit out the dead branches in his mouth with one hand, and saw the old man and the young man walking out of the house.

"Sorry for the trouble." The old man arched his hand at him and said.

"Did the old man find what he was looking for?" Liu Yishou asked curiously.

I guessed in my heart that seeing that he was crying so sadly just now, he should have found it, and ------ result didn't seem to be so satisfying.

The old man didn't answer directly, but asked with a smile: "Dare to ask this head catcher, are all the household registrations in this county all here, but are there any shortcomings?" ”

"I can't say that the household registration of all the population is here, but it's probably not much different." Liu replied with one hand.

Some time ago, I took my brothers to check the population door to door, unless those black households who hide in the mountains and do not come out, there are as many household registrations as there are in each village, which will not be bad.

"Thank you." The old man smiled kindly, pointed to the young man who was scolded by the rod today, and now he was held by the two, and said to Liu Yishou: "The old emperor is not strict, and when he first arrived in your mansion, he let him make such a big mistake, I don't know ......."

Liu waved his hand and said, "Now that the torture has been performed, you can take him away, remember not to ride the horse in the city." ”

Liu County Commander obviously didn't want to form too deep ties with these people, so he specially instructed Liu Yishou to do these things during the day, and he wouldn't say anything if he wanted to come to the county lieutenant.

Seeing this group of people out of the county office, Liu stretched out his waist with a long hand, and it was time for him to go out on patrol.

Otherwise, those guys under him will definitely take the opportunity to be lazy.

After moving my back, my fatigue was slightly reduced, but fortunately, it was only a few days before Shangyuan, and after Shangyuan, the city would implement a curfew again, and there would be no need to suffer at night......

"Lieber, shall we go to that village now?" The old man walked out of the county office with more than a dozen guards, and the man named Li Zheng turned his head and asked.

The old man known as Li Bo looked up at the sky and said, "Let's find an inn to stay in first, and we'll talk about it early tomorrow morning." ”

He looked back at the tall county gate again, and his face showed a deep sadness that could not be dissolved.

Early in the morning of the second day, a group of people led the horses out of the city gate, and more than a dozen guards flew on the horses, and a horse led the carriage and galloped away in a certain direction.

Half an hour later, Lijia Village welcomed a group of strange guests.

It's strange, but it's because these more than ten people are riding tall horses, and they look like they've been in the dust, as if they've been on a lot of roads, and outsiders come from poor rural places, most of them are poor relatives of their families in the village, when did they have such a battle?

"I don't know what a few people are doing in my Lijia Village?" Seeing these people get off the horse, the old man of Lijia Village walked over and asked.

Towards the big strong brother not far away, he secretly glanced at him, and when he didn't know what these outsiders meant, it was always wrong to be vigilant.

"Brother, this is Lijia Village, right?"

Looking at the kind old man opposite, it didn't seem that he was looking for trouble, Muramasa relaxed his heart a little and said, "This is Lijia Village." ”

"I don't know if my brother recognizes Li Minghan?"

"Li Minghan?"

It turned out that he was looking for someone, and Muramasa muttered the name in his mouth, obviously having some impressions, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The village is full of rough people who have never read books, and the names are all names such as Da Zhuang and Erzhuang, Ergou and Sancang, Li Minghan, such an elegant name is not like something that the people in the village can come up with.

At this moment, another elderly villager muttered, "Li Minghan, is Li Xiucai's name just that?" ”

Muramasa patted his head and suddenly said, "How did you forget Li Xiucai!" ”

Turning his head to look at the old man, he said: "Yes, there used to be such a person in the village, who moved from outside with his wife twenty years ago, and later settled in the village, and is the only talent in the village, but he has been dead for many years, are you looking for him?" ”

"Twenty years ago, yes, yes......"

Hearing Muramasa's description, two lines of muddy old tears fell from the old man's eyes, and his voice choked up, "Young master, the old slave is late!" ”