Fast travel, death collection system

San'er's body has been being nursed by Chu Nu during the past half month, while Xiang Lan has been haunted by Fu Fu all day long, pulling his soft and waxy childish voice to let the little uncle take her to play.

When Cang Moliu saw the woman named Jing Yan'er, it was a hoarfrost morning half a month later.

The woman in the pink and white skirt was leaning in the long pavilion with a slim figure, her beautiful face was full of sorrow, and her pitiful appearance could touch the heart of any man in the world.

The smooth passage is carved with lotus patterns, extending to the center of the lake. The woman in the pavilion looks at the calm lake with sparkling eyes.

Cang Moliu was walking from heretics, wearing a black robe with moon and white cloud patterns, which vividly outlined his slender and fit figure.His long hair was not bundled, and it was still damp and scattered behind his back. Only two strands from his forehead rested on his shoulders. Even though his handsome face was expressionless, there was a sharp madness all over his body.

The woman glanced over as if inadvertently, and was stunned.

The sensitivity of Cang Moliu's five senses has already broken through the sky, such an undisguised gaze is like poking a needle into his body.

He stopped and looked back along the line of sight.

The woman was immediately startled by this indifferent look back, she stood up quickly, her face was a little blushing, and she bowed down very politely, her face was as beautiful as a lotus, and she didn't know whether it was because she was discovered or because she was so handsome. man.

"Is this the kind of person Lan Lan rescued... Interesting."

Cang Moliu only took one look, then lifted his feet and left without haste, leaving only a tall and elegant figure behind.

"Is he...?" Jing Yan'er squeezed the silk handkerchief in her hand, and asked the maid beside her softly.

"He is the master." The maidservant was specially called by Xie Lan to serve her, and now she is being questioned, she will answer every question she has.

Jing Yan'er was slightly surprised. He had heard that Xie Lan had married a well-known person in the Jianghu. The two men...

She lowered her eyelids to hide the color in her eyes.

I didn't expect such an outstanding man...

Look at this mansion again, it is exquisite and magnificent, and the cost is extravagant. Yulan even has a study room, which is full of unique books.His food and clothing are all fine.Even the writing brush in Xie Lan's hand would cost a hundred taels of silver to buy.How could such a dignified and elegant man be able to be tied up by a man?Good girl, I'm afraid he doesn't know yet.

Just for a moment, Jing Yan'er smiled softly. Although her hibiscus-like face still carried the sadness of losing her father, she already held a strong intention.

"So this is the master's house. Yan'er has been in your mansion for half a month, and the master should visit when he comes back."

In the early morning of the next day, when Cangliu passed the cobblestone road again, I saw a woman in a long white dress holding a silk qin in her arms, and the jade ornament on her head made her look like a flower.

The woman walked over with her head bowed, as if entangled in countless sorrows.She was a little out of her mind.He didn't see the handsome man facing him at all, his footsteps were a little dazed, and his eyes were filled with a little bit of tears, which made people unable to move his eyes away.

Cang Mianliu stood still, watching her walking towards him in a state of anxiety, and when she was about to crash into his arms, he pointed a finger on the drooping forehead.

The woman raised her head as if waking up, the tears in her eyes just slipped from those beautiful eyes, the appearance of Furong with rain is beyond words.

Her height was just above Cang Moliu's chest, and she looked at the man in front of her in a daze, her beautiful face was full of tears, and she was very pitiful and cute in her daze at this moment.

"What's the matter, crying like this." Cang Moliu lowered his eyelids, his eyes were cold, and his deep voice was as elegant as the sound of a piano being played.

The woman immediately turned her head to wipe away the tears, but because of the words of concern, the tears flowed down even more, patter patter.She said with a smile while shedding tears.

"I made you laugh. The little girl has been living in your mansion, and this is the first time she sees the young master."

There is a white flower in the black hair behind her forehead, her clothes are also simple and elegant, her face is sad, but also faintly strong.

Cang Moliu only glanced at it, and said slowly, "I've heard about your father. Do you have any plans in the future?"

Her pale and beautiful face was full of helplessness, she pursed her lips and shook her head: "The servants all dispersed, and the money and silver were also taken by the slaves. The little girl...has nowhere to go."

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After dismissing the flattering martial idiot again, Xie Lan was lying on the window of the house, her eyes were full of smiles: "I really don't understand this person. He comes to look for you every day even though he knows he is not an opponent. Could it be Owing to beat?"

As soon as I said this, a maid walked in outside, she was the one serving Jing Yan'er.The maid was holding a food box with a pair of white carps painted on it.

"Master, Young Master." As he spoke, he opened the food box as it has been in the past five days. Inside were some hot pastries, which looked exquisite and smelled very fragrant.

Xie Lan picked up a piece and took a bite: "Ah, today is the lotus seed flavor." Then she picked up another piece, which seemed to suit her appetite.

Cang Moliu rubbed the corners of his mouth that was covered with debris, and poured him a cup of hot tea, his eyes were full of tenderness, but deep down, there was an unpredictable evil and curiosity.

To get close to one side, one must stay away from one side.What would happen to this beautiful light golden soul if it lost its most precious one?

He was well protected by him, and he had never been subjected to any means by others in half his life.He would never doubt the determination that someone like Jing Yan'er wanted to get.

Thinking of this, his face became more tender, his doting eyes were the same as every day in the past, as if he was staring at his most cherished half body.

Just as Jing Yan'er kept getting close to Xie Lan, the woman who lost her father knew better how to change her temperament. She was surrounded by a tenderness of maternal love, tolerance, kindness and gentleness. To Xie Lan, only her father People with senior brothers have a huge attraction, and it can even be called longing.

After San'er's body was almost recuperated, Nu Chu expelled the heart-swallowing Gu for him, but the memory of being eaten was difficult to recover.The very enchanting man followed San'er with a smile all day long, who had forgotten him. San'er had a straightforward personality and was often teased by the fox to make him jump.

Cangliu, who just left the Taishi Mansion, is walking in the misty rain with an 88-bone bamboo umbrella. On the snow-white umbrella cover are black and elegant irises, which bloom quietly and perch on a piece of snow-white , the contrast of black and white, the ribs of the umbrella are also burnt into ink, which complement each other.

Abandoned Chu Wenjuan's face.Thinking of the conversation not long ago, Cang Moliu couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

Even in the position of grand master, he was not bewitched by power, but it is not easy to overthrow a dynasty with only a grand master.When he became an official at the age of 20, he took the position of grand master in the past ten years. It has to be said that Chu Wenjuan, the son of a dandy, has transformed.He understands that it is impossible to really shake the foundation of the country by himself as a civil servant.

Finding Cang Moliu also wanted to borrow someone from him.Borrowing one can grasp military power in a short time.A person who won the emperor's trust.Of course, this short period of time is only relative.

Cang Moliu was holding a bamboo bone umbrella, and the mist and rain were like a cow's hair: "Xi Ming. I remember there is a person named Qian Jiang."

Xi Ming immediately understood: "Yes. He is indeed a good candidate."

"Then leave him under Chu Wenju's command. With his ability, it's no problem to climb up to the position of general within ten years." He said softly, and his deep and indifferent voice drifted in the mist and rain, and it became a little bit Get hazy.

"Please, please... help, I..." A female voice came from under the corner.

It was a woman in a tulle dress, covered in bruises, lying sideways under the corner of the wall, her face covered by long messy hair.But Cang Moliu recognized him with just one glance.

"Shan Maeve." He whispered indifferently, as if he was talking about irrelevant people, and indeed people who didn't want to do it.

Smelling the smell of corruption, the first time we met, this man stopped himself on the street.The second time we met, this person was Feng Han's concubine in Izumo Valley, wearing gauze and doing dirty movements.But this time, he was already covered with the smell of wind and dust.

The fallen woman heard her name, as if she recognized the owner of the voice, flinched, and tried to bury her face in her hair.At this moment, only she knew how much she didn't want to meet this person.Anyone is fine, as long as it's not this person... as long as it's not him.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She hugged her arms and lay on the corner of the wall soaked by rain, making a gesture of refusing to approach.

Cang Moliu just paused and left without stopping.He was holding the slender umbrella handle. The oval cylinder was carved with non-slip and elegant patterns, and his pale fingertips gently rubbed against the patterns.

"Is it love..."

He sighed.

"It's really difficult to understand."

He put away the bamboo bone umbrella and walked into the house.San'er was abducted by Miss Chu's enchanting fox after being rid of the poison.Because of the loss of memory, his memory stopped at the bidding in the port city back then, and he even forgot his own daughter.Everyone didn't mention it, so Fu Fu was left here.

"It's cheaper, that fox." With a light snort, Cang Moliu saw Fu Fu being carried by the maid and walked over. This girl is already three years old, but she has gained a lot of weight. She is thick, cute, and ancient. The spirit is strange, the mouth is very sweet.

"Uncle!" Fufu laughed crisply, shaking her chubby body and ran over to throw herself on Cang Moliu's lap, "Uncle, Fufu don't want to study, uncle always bullies me!"

Her big black eyes looked at Cang Liu with tears in her eyes, and her small face was wrinkled and pitiful.

Cang Moliu hugged her and smiled gently: "Where's your little uncle?"

Fu Fu pursed her lips, and buried her little head in the uncle's chest unhappily: "Humph, the little uncle went to find Sister Yan'er again and ignored me." ╭(╯^╰)╮Cang Moliu chuckled lightly: " Is it."

Xi Ming stood aside with his head bowed, he really didn't understand why the master knew that the young master was shaking his heart recently, but the master didn't intend to stop him at all.Doesn't the master love the son very much, why don't you try to kill the bud?The woman made cakes, played the piano, and even used her own illness to try her best to keep the young master away from the master, and secretly approached the master.With such an obvious intention, why not try to block it?

"Master." Xi Ming raised his head, his eyes were bright and firm, "Does the woman need to be dealt with by my subordinates?"

Cang Moliu only glanced at him, indifferent and calm.But this glance made Xi Ming sweat coldly, and immediately fell to his knees.The voice tightened.

"The subordinate overstepped, please punish the master."

Fu Fu's eyes were wide open, she tilted her head innocently looking at the man in black kneeling on the ground.

Ximing's forehead was pressed against the ground, and the sweat stains would soak a spot.

It took a long time for Cang Mianliu to say softly: "This is not an example."

His voice is deep and soft, with gorgeous magnetism, like a plucked string.

In the following dozens of days, Cang Liu rarely saw Xie Lan, but when he met him, what he said was how gentle and kind Jing Yaner was, she was the most lenient woman he had ever seen.

The two exchanged piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with each other. Jing Yan'er was originally the daughter of a famous literary figure, so she knew it very well.Under Cang Moliu's deliberate connivance, the two became more and more deeply emotional.In just three months, I went from stranger, acquaintance, acquaintance, friend, best friend... to my heart.

Of course, it was Yulan who moved her heart, and only Yulan.

He was obsessed with the gentleness and softness of this woman like a mother, and the closer he got, the more he yearned for it.

Cang Moliu watched him fall into this deliberately guided love with cold eyes.

In the past 30 years, during the 20 years the original owner lived, he treated Xie Lan as if he was worshiping his ancestors, and after Cang Moliu took over his identity, he treated Xie Lan with great care and love.

But things that come too easily don't seem to be cherished.Being too gentle and cherishing will inevitably lead to a misunderstanding that no matter what he has done, he can be forgiven.So many years of precious and delicious food, heavy wooden soft couch, golden silk fur clothing, physical abundance, thus causing spiritual poverty?

"Since you are so playful, how can you do without me." Cang Moliu chuckled, originally he was just planning to use this woman to tease Xie Lan, but unexpectedly he was really moved.

He smiled and shook his head, because of the original soul contract, he could clearly feel how joyful and infatuated with that woman Xi Lan was.

"I was planning to take you away. It seems that I was too naive." Cang Moliu pressed his fingertips on the corners of his upturned lips, "In this case, it's not bad to be my nourishment."

Tasted the soul of pain, the taste should be quite delicious.

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A few days later, the two people who originally met to participate in the Han Yuan Gathering, for some reason, only Xie Lan went.A few days ago, there was a heavy snowfall. The literati always like to enjoy the snow and warm wine, make a few drinking orders, and discuss state affairs and the current world situation.

Cang Moliu was only wearing a thin layer of pajamas, and after feeling the departure of the person beside him, he sat up and leaned leisurely on the head of the bed.

She didn't wipe it off after bathing, and she put on a new bathrobe. Her fit and slender figure could even clearly see the beautiful undulating muscles.

"Master, Miss Jing is here."

After Xie Lan left, the timing was right.

Cang Moliu raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

"Bring her in."

At this time, he was leaning on the couch, because Xie Lan often shouted cold, and the room was covered with earth dragons.But Cang Mianliu is full of dead energy in his body, and he no longer has the temperature of a living person, so he is often disgusted at night.The past few days were fine, it wasn't too obvious, but now it's cold, and there is another beautiful woman who warms his heart like a mother.Even proposed room allocation last night.I don't know whether to stay away from him or to get closer to someone.

Things have come to this point, Cang Moliu will naturally not stop him, and even nodded in agreement with a gentle smile.Cang Moliu backed away step by step as Xie Lan wished, and let him enjoy his pampering for decades to his heart's content.

Yes, that's it.

Spend my love, give it up as much as you want.

Jing Yan'er came in and saw such a scene.

The handsome and impeccable man always had an extremely tender smile on his indifferent brows and eyes. He lowered his eyelids and looked at a luminous pearl in his hand, as if he was looking at his most beloved thing.

That touch of tenderness captured Jing Yan'er's heart in an instant.

Ah... If such a man falls in love with someone, that person will definitely be envied by the whole world.

She has seen how tender and tender this arrogant and indifferent man is in front of Xie Lan, trying his best as if he is protecting his own life. That kind of wholehearted love and pampering makes Jing Yaner almost rush to plunder him with envy. .

And seeing this man's perfect body at this moment, she almost felt like burning up.The widened shoulders, the powerful and slender arms, the tightly arranged muscles on the abdomen, and the two eye-catching long legs... all these temptations are only covered with a layer of dispensable pajamas.

"What do you think of this Ye Mingzhu?" Cang Moliu played with the Ye Mingzhu that he gave to Xie Lan many years ago.He just came to this world and bought it after handing over Chang Jiu's emerald bead. At the beginning, Xie Lan's tone was quite tough and domineering.

In fact, Xie Lan is indeed such a person.After all, he was raised by his father with gold and silver, and he wanted to tie his senior brother by his side when he was able to study, so he was willing to restrain himself.

After so many years, Lan Lan didn't seem to appreciate his love anymore.

He thought about it with interest, but his face showed a trace of sadness.

Jing Yan'er looked at his pale and slender fingers: "This night pearl is very good."

Seeing the fragility of this man who should stand in the world and roam, even if it is just a moment, she can still grasp that moment.

"If I have such a luminous pearl, I will cherish it well."

Cang Moliu looked up at the woman, as if he had just met her.

The woman's face is as gentle and beautiful as a hibiscus in the sun. She is staring at the man with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Can you play the qin?" Cang Mianliu's slightly sad voice softened, "Sitong qin."

Cang Moliu put down the Ye Mingzhu in his hand, and looked at the woman: "The first time I saw you, you were holding a Sitongqin in your arms."

The man's gentle attitude for the first time made Jing Yan'er more confident. She was still beautiful and gentle, as gentle as if she could accommodate everything.

"Yes." The woman said with a smile, "Do you want to listen?"

Cang Moliu stood up under Jing Yan'er's blushing and dodging, and the maid respectfully waited for him to put on a long black-and-green snake-print coat.Both clothes are just a thin layer, which is more suitable for summer clothes.

"Isn't your master cold?" Jing Yan'er looked at him worriedly.

Cang Moliu glanced at her indifferently, and in Jing Yan'er's uneasy mood, said softly: "No problem."

Jing Yan'er brought breakfast here, and Cang Moliu took a look at Wen Zaijun's house, and found that it was very small and tasted decent.

Jing Yan'er rinsed the tea set with boiling water, with an elegant and demure posture, and made a pot of fragrant tea smoothly.She poured a cup, the water column was three thick and three thin, three high and three low, three sounds and three dumb, the tea mist was thick and fragrant.

"When my father was alive, I often enjoyed snow and tea with him."

Her voice is the gentleness of a woman, with nostalgia, and the light of happiness in her eyes.

Cang Liu took a sip of his drink.

He had to sigh, this woman is naturally good at seducing men, this is a kind of talent.What ordinary women don't have, Jing Yan'er understands her own strengths and beauty, and makes good use of this beauty.She will subconsciously explore what a man lacks, and use this emotional loophole to get what she wants.

It's a pity, not a man.

The author has something to say:

A woman pried the corner of the wall,

Still seduced by this woman...

Big beast, you deserve it too...

I can only say: "Lan Lan, you are miserable..."