The World of the Pirate Consort

Jin Yun was mad and suddenly froze like an eggplant beaten by frost, even crying bitterly.

Yan Ye no smoke ignored his wailing, and asked in a cold voice: "Has Xiangxiang awoke?"

"Not yet awake, but you can rest assured that her life has been saved. Two days later, you will be a pretty little princess." Yun Qingkang replied dizzily.

She did not return to Ding'anhou Mansion. She returned to the house in the middle of the night like this. I don't know what happened to her father and old lady when she saw her.

She walked on the streets in the middle of the night with green plums and purple fans.

For a while, she often wore a chic blue shirt and wandered elegantly on the streets in the middle of the night. Seeing injustice, they rescued. The Big Dipper and the wind warmer were all saved by her during those days. She also got the name of the slim boy.

At that time, how comfortable and comfortable it was to walk on the street. When she flew past the eaves, when the night breeze lightly lifted her blue shirt, the kind of graceful clothes made the pedestrians who occasionally see it, did not even think they saw the fairy.

Today, it is still a familiar street, but it is a different feeling. The feeling of weakness and bonelessness that lost its internal force still lingered in the body. The pace at my feet was several times heavier than usual, and my heart was empty and heavy.

I lost half of my skill. Is she still the slim guy with a "shallow smile, a beautiful figure, slender hands and thousands of hidden devices"?

She is like a bird with wings folded, and there is no reason to fly.

"Miss, where are we going? Can we spend the night in the street?" Qing Mei asked carefully.

He was also confused, where did he go?

Unconsciously, he came to the street of Shengrong Gambling Hall, his eyes suddenly flashed.

"Let's go to the casino!" Secretly said.

Tong Qingmei's favorite is to make fun, squinting and smiling, "Okay, let's make some silver. But, miss, will you bet? Me and Zi Mi will not."

He didn't answer, took Ome and Zi Mi, and slowly walked to Shengrong Casino.

Xiao Er at the entrance of the door saw a surly clothed Seir with two maids floating around and said: "Three girls, please." In my heart, I wondered which lady came to throw money at the gambling house.

The three entered the gambling house, but when they saw the crowd in the lobby on the first floor, she looked around for a week and saw two familiar figures. Man said: "Small two, you need an elegant room, pick up clean and light dishes, the wine should be carmine, it will be ten years old. Don't bother, don't bother, this girl must wait for someone."

Xiao Er Er listened to Seser's words, could not help blinking, and felt that her words were somewhat familiar. Suddenly remembered, this is the line of the fiber boy, is this woman admirer of the fiber boy? Xiao Er sang a promise while thinking: "Oh, well."

Secretly pointed at Beidou and Nanxing who were playing at the casino and said, "Little two, call the two boys, and say someone has owed them twelve silver, and hasn't paid them back yet, let them come upstairs take."

"Good," Xiao Er said loudly.

Xi Seirui took Ome and Zi Mi, went upstairs, and went to the second floor elegant room.

The elegant room of the gambling house is a place for gamblers to rest. Because the casino is open all night, you can also stay here overnight.

He stood in front of the window, facing the ditch outside the building, sighing in his heart, the world made people confused. Once, she was still waiting for the wind to warm, but now he turned into Helian Aotian. And she has also been a concubine for a few days.

There was a knock at the door, and Qingmei went to open the door. The twins Beidou and Nanxing walked in slowly.

Bei Beidou saw that there were three women in the room, some puzzled, his eyes glanced from the face of Qingmei Zimi, and he shook his head in amazement, and said, "Nanxing, do you know them?"

Nanxing also froze, and said puzzledly: "I don't seem to know." Scratched his head and said, "Well, you three owe us money? Come back soon."

He turned slowly from the window and said with a smile: "Do I owe your money?"

Beidou and Nanxing's eyes twinkled in Seir's face, blinking: "Who are you, do we know you?"

He chuckled and said, "Big Dipper, don't you really know me?"

Beidou and Nanxing rubbed their eyes, squinting and staring at them for a moment, before staring wide open, saying in unison: "Boss! You ... you ... Are you our boss?" Beidou scratched his head in confusion, puzzled Di asked, "Boss, how did you become a woman?"

"Miss our lady has always been a woman, why do you say that?" Qing Mei asked with amazement about the fact that Qingmei was once a slender son and had a relationship with Beidou Nanxing.

"Miss? Boss, who is your lady?" Nan Xingji asked with interest.

Beidou still looked at Uncertainly with disbelief. The eminent old man changed his appearance and became a charming young lady. He really couldn't reflect it.

"Jiangsu in Ding'anhoufu!" Seiring Yingying smiled lightly.

Youjiang sorrowful? !!

Beidou and Nanxing blinked, only to find the name very familiar, as if they had heard it somewhere. After a brief moment, he said in unison: "Jiang Seser ?! Jiang Seshou in Ding'anhou? The woman you like? The lady we hijacked on Xiangmiao Mountain? It is you!"

Bei Beidou's eyes widened, he seemed unbelievable. But Nan Xing narrowed her eyes so much that she didn't seem to believe it.

The candlelight in Hya's room flickered, emitting a dim light, shrouding her.

The eyebrows and lips are indeed the boss of the slim fiber, but they are dressed as women, but they are a little different from the previous temperament. Although they are still noble and calm and calm, they lack the man's chic and bold, and the women are more beautiful and graceful. Lingxiu!

Boss is really the boss, whether it is a woman or a man, it is the same glory.

"Boss! Well, why do you seem to be a little embarrassed?" Beidou knows that Sesu is originally a woman, and she also stutters, and seems a little embarrassed. Both he and Nan Xing's eyes were blind, and they didn't see that the boss was a woman.

He whispered and smiled slightly, and said, "Am I shy? Maybe I didn't sleep well tonight?" Fearing that they were worried, Seir never said anything about the internal force being wasted.

"How's your luck today?" Seiry asked with a smile.

Nan Xing broke his face and said, "It's almost lost! Boss, you don't know, there are several exotic people here today. One of them is said to come from a country where the pot is thrown. The skill of throwing the pot is absolutely terrible. Others have lost a lot, and now everyone in the casino is afraid to gamble with him. "

Some people say that the way to forget about unhappiness is to keep yourself busy until you have time to think about unpleasant things.

He whisperedly wanted to try, was this sentence correct?

"It's such a god, I'm going to meet that person!" Secretly chuckled.

"Boss, is it that you will throw pots, why have you never seen you throw them?" Beidou asked.

"Miss, do you really throw pots?" Qing Mei asked with interest.

He smirked and didn't answer, stood up and said, "South Star, how much silver do you have?"

"Boss, are you gambling with my money?" Nan Xing said distressed.

"I am penniless, and who do not take your money? And Beidou, yours too." Seine frowned.

The two unwillingly took out a handful of broken silver from their arms and put them together, exactly twelve. Who just said that they owed them a dozen or so money, and asked them to come and get it. The result was not to get it, but to pay for it.

A few people came to the downstairs hall together, but saw many people gathered there, watching the pot. A thin old man shook his head and squeezed out of the crowd, looking depressed.

I could only hear someone whispering, "Even the Third Master Qian lost, I'm afraid no one can win!"

The last time I came to Shengrong Gambling House, I heard that this money master Ye is a famous pot thrower in Kyoto. I did not expect to lose today. But look at who they are so good at.

He walked closer and saw several well-dressed men gathered there, all of them with eyes above their tops. These lives are strange, not South Vietnamese. Looking closely, I was a little familiar, and they remembered that these people had been seen by Wang Sunyan, who bullied Mochuan, the prince of Yimai Island, who was the grandson of several strange kings of Mo Xunhuan.

I frown on these people, frowning, thinking that now that I have lost more than half of my internal force, it is better to provoke these rough people less. Then they gathered in the crowd without stepping forward.

The few people were smiling at the silver in front of them.

One of the grandsons in exotic costumes with flowers and whistles stretched out his arm around a stunning Hu Ji. Haha laughed: "I knew that there was a trick of pot-making in Feicheng. This prince came here to play.

"That's right, who can reach Prince Luo Ha on the pot?" A yin and queen Wang Sun laughed with a thumbs up.

"Is anyone still gambling with Prince Loha?" Si She sang Nuo loudly.

The gamblers gathered around were silent, and Nan Xing asked in a low voice, "Boss, do you still gamble?"

He frowned and said, "Look first!"

Wang Sun, a couple of fresh clothes, laughed and was very proud. Prince Luoha suddenly turned around and said, "Mo Xunhuan, come here, guys are happy tonight, let's have fun and let us have fun!"

He whispered, his eyes were frozen, but Mo Xunhuan was not here.

Sure enough, as Prince Roha shouted, a figure slowly turned from behind the crowd.

He struck a blue-gray linen robe, his hair was tied high, and he looked calmly holding a crested cormorant.

This man really was Mo Xunhuan who was playing the piano at the Wang Sun feast that day.

I do not know how his eyebrows were born, his eyes are shining, his eyebrows are green and picturesque. With a jade-like face, she had an indistinct charm. Yuan Dao described his daughter as using the word "absolute", but for Mo Xunhuan, apart from these two words, he could hardly think of other words.