A peach edge

Xun Bojin returned home and ordered his servants to boil water for a bath. The old servant smelled of alcohol and said helplessly, "Master, you're drinking again."

Xun Bo scratched his head and said with a smile: "It's just this one time, from now on, the thing in the cup will be abstained."

The old servant thought to himself, this is the third time you have said it.

Xun Bo took a nap in the warm water and felt comfortable. He would not return the money to the young man. This kite elf is cunning and full of lies. He can't believe anything. The money in his purse is enough. He has seen several serious illnesses.

Xun Bojin suddenly remembered something, sat up abruptly, and the water in the pool splashed away.

The servant girl, Yun Tan, came in to add water, she hurriedly lowered her head in shame.

Xun Bojin didn't realize it, and called out: "Yun Tan, is there a dagger in the clothes I just took off?"

"Master, is it Miss Tao's? There's nothing in it."

"Oops!" Xun Bo slapped himself on the forehead and shouted loudly, "crash" and ran out of the water, he had to look for that kite for a dagger, this money-grubbing little girl!

The screams in the south hall were so shrill that everyone was startled, but Fang Yutang was the first to react. He jumped up to the second floor and saw the room where the accident happened. and murmured: "Qian'er is dead——Qian'er hanged himself!"

Fang Yutang looked into the back room, and saw a small person hanging on the beam, he didn't care about anything, he hurriedly flew to hug the person, and put him down on the ground, the person was already suffocated purple, rolled his eyes, but still angry.

At this time, people gathered at the door, and Ling Chu, the owner of the south hall, also rushed over after hearing the sound. He shook Qian'er violently and shouted: "Qian'er! Qian'er! Wake up!"

Qian'er couldn't breathe for a while, full of pain, and opened his mouth wide to inhale hissingly. Overwhelmed, he took a deep breath, collapsed into Fang Yutang's arms, and stared at the front with dizzy eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'm alive now."

Qian'er said in a hoarse voice, "You can't save me...why do you want to save me..."

Fang Yutang didn't understand, thinking that his sanity was still unclear, Yuanluo said bitterly at this moment: "You are not saving him."

Ling Chu showed Yuanluo's talkativeness, turned her head to stare at him and said, "Yuanluo, you are usually the most sensible, what are you talking about now?"

Fang Yutang saw that Qian'er was young, and sighed: "You are so young, I don't know why you have to commit suicide?" He helped Qian'er to bed.

"Thanks to this young master for saving Qian'er. Children don't know the ways of the world, they don't know human affairs, and they don't understand happiness in the world." Lingchu thanked Fang Yutang, and then said to Qian'er, "Your whips are white. If you suffer, I will starve you for two days first, so that you can have a longer memory."

Fang Yutang frowned: "How can this be done? He is still weak now, and instead of taking a good tonic, he will go hungry a few times. When will he recover?"

"Young master doesn't know anything about the museum. The children are far more patient than you think about it."

Fang Yutang shook his head, not paying attention to Lingchu's rude behavior, he looked at the dull person on the bed, and thought that he planned to stay in the south hall tonight: "Tonight, Qian'er will follow me."

Yuanluo saw Fang Yutang's handsome face, gentle and elegant, holding a folding fan in his hand, he seemed to be a well-educated person, she couldn't help but sighed: "If you are fond of Qian'er, son, I will wait for him to recover before serving you."

Ling Chu glared at him: "Talk! It's Qian'er's blessing that Young Master can fall in love with Qian'er. It's just that Young Master—" Ling Chu dragged out his voice, and said slowly, "Qian'er is still a pure girl, so naturally he comes first. The night price is out of the ordinary.”

Yuanluo returned to her residence, and she sighed a little to Qian'er who just arrived, she only wished that Mr. Fang was a kind person.

Desperately put down the needle and thread in his hand, the house is filled with a damp smell, the house is in the shade and in the corner, the paper on the window is also pasted, the sun can’t shine in no matter what, to do fine work, you have to light an oil lamp .

How could Yuanluo give it up? He tried his best to sew up the small opening of the gauze curtain. This gauze curtain was given to him by a young man who redeemed himself when he first entered the pavilion. He still clearly remembers that daily situation.

"I'm about to leave. I just bought this gauze curtain. It's a pity to throw it away. Why don't you use it?"

"Where are you going?" Yuanluo, who just arrived, looked at the delicate and elegant gauze curtain in her hand, still a little confused.

"There is a good man willing to live with me, I..."

Before he finished speaking, a man called him with a gentle smile: "The car is ready, we should go."

Yuanluo still remembers the shy and happy expression on the young man's face. Looking at the current gauze curtain, five years have passed, the gauze curtain has turned yellow, and the young man who delivered the gauze tent has a good life later on. I don't know, but I'm envious.

He is now 17 years old, and no one is willing to redeem him. This is the fate of most young men.After a while, the youthful body and face will disappear, and the body will not be as soft as when it was young, but those benefactors love those young and indistinguishable bodies the most.

There was a delicate lock ring in the middle of the cracked red lacquered wood wardrobe, but it was broken now. He found someone else to install a new pair of lock rings, and the lock could barely be snapped on.

He took out the key, opened the lock, took out a wooden box containing crispy candy, and opened it, but what was inside was not crispy candy, but all the silver notes he had saved over the years, and the bracelet and hair accessories quietly given by the benefactor. Among them is Xun Bojin's dagger.He counted the banknotes and copper coins carefully again, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. He had just enough money to redeem himself, but after he went out, he had no money, so what would he do for a living?I'm afraid there is not even a place to live.

Sighing, he threaded the thin copper plates one by one with a thick oil rope, counted, bumped, and weighed them heavily, then locked the crispy candy box back into the cabinet, and carefully wrapped the copper plates that had just been strung together with a handkerchief. Wrapped it, put it in his bosom, he had to exchange it with Lao Wu who sells rouge and gouache in the West Alley for a whole silver bill, so that he could keep it.

Xun Bo rushed to the south hall with all his heart, and went straight to the room last night. When he opened the door, Yuan Luo was not there. The young men lived in their own rooms in the backyard, so they turned around and rushed outside.

Running to the yard, I happened to see Yuanluo who was hurrying along.

"You glib young lady, so that I can find you?"

"Huh? You..." Yuanluo was frightened by the person in front of her.

He was dressed in a scarlet robe the color of begonias, with gold-embroidered and painted wristbands binding the sleeves. With such an overhanging color, he didn't feel at all awkward when he wore it.Look at the face carefully, isn't this the drunkard last night?Unexpectedly, after the drunkard washed up, he looked extremely noble, without the smell of alcohol before, he was still a handsome nobleman.

"It's not me, who is it?" The man raised his head and spoke, showing a bit of recklessness.

"Are you here to pay me back the money?" Yuanluo rolled her eyes and said deliberately.

"It's ridiculous, you remember that I owe you money, why don't you remember that you owe me a dagger?"

Yuanluo was startled, oh no, this drunkard remembered.Then I thought about it again, hmph, I refuse to admit it, he has no evidence, what can I do?That's all for now.

"What kind of dagger, I don't know."

"Yuanluo! Don't pretend to be confused. If you don't hand over the dagger, are you asking for a beating?" Xun Bo became impatient as soon as he got to A Tao's matter.

Seeing his aura, Yuanluo flinched instinctively, and then stretched her neck and said confidently: "You have no evidence, why are you insisting that I took your dagger, or maybe you threw it on the dagger? In the alley, I was picked up by a beggar long ago. I don’t know if your dagger looks like a cat or a rabbit, where can I get it for you?”

Yuanluo actually felt guilty, and hurried to the house, Xun Bojin followed, Yuanluo hurriedly closed the door, "Don't follow me, I don't pick up guests during the day."

"You Sai Dongshi! If you don't take out the dagger, you will suffer a lot!" Xun Bo cursed, holding the door with his hand.

"You, what do you think, you still want to hit me?" Yuanluo firmly pressed against the door, her neck stuck, but she was a little scared in her heart.Seeing him say the "disparaging name" of last night, I think he has remembered what happened last night, so I can only grit my teeth and refuse to admit it.

He stared at Xun Bojin vigilantly, for fear that Xun Bojin would rush in suddenly. When he undressed him last night, he knew how powerful he was, and he couldn't beat him with his own tricks.

Xun Bojin suddenly thought of something, and his expression eased: "No, no, why is Xun such a vulgar person, give me back the dagger, and I will invite you to my house as a guest and make you beautiful clothes." Xun Bo raised his eyebrows and looked at Yuan Luo's half-worn clothes.

"Don't think that I don't have good clothes, I just don't bother to wear them for people like you. Don't seduce me, I really didn't take your dagger." Yuanluo didn't believe that Xun Bojin would be so kind, if she admitted it. It's a fool.

"In that case," Xun Bo scratched his head, "you'd better protect the dagger, it won't be able to afford it if it gets damaged."

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