Merry little roll

It was a day of great joy, but Ah Huang in the backyard screamed so fiercely for some reason.

The mansion is decorated with lanterns and festoons, red Luo Qi is hung all over the pillars, and the words of happiness are hung on the panes, as well as the eyes of the servants who come and go.Even though Yuan Yang couldn't see clearly, he still felt the festive atmosphere hanging over the entire palace.

Even the little white dumplings have become little red dumplings.

Xiaobai Tuanzi was eating jelly beans on a wooden chair, and there was a continuous "crack" and "crack". He watched the tall and straight boy change his clothes and put on a vermilion wedding dress that burned people's eyes, without taking his eyes off it.

He shook his little hand, and there was a faint red rope protruding from his palm, dragging in the air, spreading to the palm of the young man in front of him, rhythmic with the young man's every move, emitting a fluffy pale golden light.

I don't know my old friend, I don't know my evil fate.

"Little liar, you said that you can let me see everything in this world clearly. It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Today is a time of great joy. You can use your supernatural power and let me see your bride, okay?"

With a smile on the corner of Yuan Yang's mouth, he stretched out his hand to knock Xiaobai Tuanzi's head.

Bai Tuan was caught off guard, the jelly beans just rolled down from his lips, and he didn't make a fuss, with a sway of his short legs, he jumped directly from the wooden chair to the ground, patted his buttocks and squatted down.

"Don't worry, I want to untie this red rope more than you, but I'm afraid of breaking the fate chart. When you get married today, I will let you see the world clearly."

"Red rope, what red rope?" Yuan Yang frowned lightly, the light and shadow in his eyes blurred into sticky balls.

"You don't need to know too much, you just need to remember that I'm here to help you."

The two were chatting when the wooden door was suddenly pushed open with a harsh "squeak" sound, and the servant poked his head out from the crack in the door. "My lord, your letter!"

It was the clumsy fox.

The boy still raised his hand, and slapped the envelope heavily on the wooden table as usual, looking full of anger, his boots slammed heavily on the wooden board, and turned his head and was about to step back.

"Wait, don't go yet."

The corners of Yuan Yang's mouth were still smiling, his eyes were fixed on the servant's blurred figure, the corners of his eyes were sharp, and his brows and eyes were raised against the hot red clothes.

He had to approach the boy step by step.

The boy didn't know why, and he was a little scared, so he stepped back a few steps, and his boots slammed heavily on the wooden board.

Yuan Yang raised his hand, picked up the yellowed booklet on the table, flipped through a page and handed it to the boy in front of him. "You read this to me."

"Little prince, I really don't know how to read." The boy's voice was a bit thick.

"I know you can't read, this is a picture album, just describe the pictures on it to me."

The servant took the album from Yuan Yang's hand, and the yellowed pages passed between his fingers, making a soft rustling sound. The leaves came in from the wooden window, rolled on the table, and finally fell to the ground without moving.

Xiaobai Tuanzi was bored, he put his chin on the wooden table, and turned the things in his hands. The teacup on the wooden table vibrated with his movements, making a light porcelain sound of collision.

"There is a tall handsome man in this painting, with a sword in his hand, and half a mask on his face, which is worn on the upper half of his face. His expression cannot be seen clearly, but the corners of his mouth are raised, It seems to be laughing." The boy muttered slowly to the album.

"What color is his sword?"

"Black color?" The fox rolled his heavy eyeballs, thinking of something wrong.

"What color is his robe?"

"red."

"Wrong, it's also black." The smile on the corner of Yuan Yang's mouth deepened. "Tell me about the next one."

The boy turned to the next sheet calmly, and the yellowed paper trembled slightly again. He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

"In this picture, there is a fierce beast that looks like a tiger, prostrate on the ground, roaring towards the sky. There are many people with swords in the air. They stand on the top of the clouds, as if they are going to rush down. This huge beast Behind it stood a..."

"One what?" Yuan Yang asked softly, causing the little white dumpling at the wooden table to turn their eyes, looking at the brochure in the boy's hand with fiery eyes.

"A stone tablet?" The boy rolled his eyes.

"Wrong, repeat."

"Cough..." The boy retracted his eyes, "It's a person, it looks like the man on the previous page, but he's covered in blood, and his body is full of arrows, he seems to be dying soon."

"Hmm..." Yuan Yang pursed his vermilion lips, "Next one."

The servant was puzzled, and impatiently slid his boots on the ground, "My lord, although there are still two hours before the auspicious time, but the mansion is busy now, and I can't be lazy."

"Next one." Yuan Yang didn't move his eyebrows.

"This one is..." The boy rubbed his lips and muttered listlessly, "There is nothing, it's blank."

"pardon."

"It's really blank, but some red paint was accidentally stained on it, making it look a bit awkward."

"That's not paint, it's blood."

"Ah, it's blood." The servant suddenly let out a sigh, picked up the booklet again, looked carefully at the yellowed paper, and rubbed his lips. "It's blood."

The dependents on the madman's side are indeed not serious.

Yuan Yang took the yellowed paper book from the boy's hand, because it was just a blur, his fingers accidentally ran across the side of the boy's face, leaving a cold touch.

It's not plush fox fur.

It's pretty smooth.

The brochure in the boy's hand was taken away, and his palm was empty. He felt a little lost all of a sudden, he opened his outstretched hand, and then curled it back.

"What were you doing in my brother's house that day?" Yuan Yang twirled the picture album he had read countless times against his palm, the light in his eyes was fleeting.

"What...where is there anything?" The boy's face turned pale instantly.

"On the fifteenth day of last month, Nanheng Wufang, from Zishi to Yinshi." Yuan Yang sighed softly, carelessly rubbing the wooden beads in his left hand.

What will the fox and the goldfish do together?

"My lord, how... how do you know?"

"How do I know?" Yuan Yang shook the picture album in his hand, "Since I can know whether the pictures in this picture album are right or wrong in your mouth, and since I can shoot through the carvings with one bow, why can't I know such trivial things as you. If you still think it doesn't matter , you can continue to underestimate it."

Dressed in a hot red chin, there is unquestionable arrogance in his eyes.

"If someone dares to bully me when I am young, I will let him know what it means to be inferior and shameless; if someone is concerned about my weakness, I will lay down my sword and beat his ridiculous eyes with bare hands; if someone sneers I...have weak eyes, so I'll goug out his eyes and throw them into the backyard to feed Ah Huang. And you...are just a piece of brother's pawn, even if you can sleep in the bed, it's just his pawn."

How can a goldfish have a heart; a fox is full of affection.

Hearing this, the young servant finally saw panic in his eyes, especially the words 'bed' hit him on the head like a thunderbolt, and he didn't dare to vent his anger.

"You go out first, if you open my letter later, if you are so impolite, don't come back!" The young man was uncharacteristically, his whole body was hot and flamboyant, and he didn't have the slightest slack in his usual days.

The boy backed away immediately, the screeching sound of his boots scratching on the wooden board, he stepped lightly like an electric shock, bowed up and retreated out the door, like a prodigal mouse, his whole body was dusty.

"and many more."

The boy stopped and couldn't help becoming nervous, thinking that there was another big change.

The boy in red raised his hand and pointed to the wooden table with the teacups on it, "Over there, what did you see?"

Xiaobai Tuanzi was suddenly pointed out, and the jelly beans in his mouth could not be swallowed.

The boy narrowed his eyes and looked at the wooden table seriously, his lips trembled a little, and he arched his upper body again.

"Go back to the little prince, it's empty, there's nothing there."