Episode 42 The Journey to Identify Your Sister

"Xiao Xue?"

Hearing this, Xiao Bing muttered, only feeling that the teacup in her hand began to tremble slightly, and the tea splashed out unconsciously. The sudden light between his eyebrows made him raise his eyes and say happily, "Kill, do you think she will be..." He hasn't been so excited for a long time. The memory that vaguely remained in the depths of Xiao Bing's mind was just the last shout of his sister sitting in the carriage and the sad and helpless eyes.

"I don't know, but... we can ask the stewer here." Han Kill just smiled faintly, pushed the door and reached out to his friend.

After a while, Aunt Liu twisted her waist and buttocks and appeared in the room.

"Two masters, what's wrong? Is it that our Fengfei Pavilion doesn't greet well? She approached her fat body to Han Kill, who had been standing by the window. Han Kill still smiled and didn't seem to mind. Instead, she pointed to Yan Moxue, who was busy cheating money back and forth in the lobby, and asked, "Dare to ask mom, where is that girl from?"

"Which girl?" Aunt Liu poked her head and then said with a smile, "It turns out that the two masters are in a fancy to Xiao Xue's girl. I'm really sorry. That girl is not a girl from our Fengfei Pavilion, so she can't serve them."

She thinks they like her. I think mom misunderstood. We just want to know the origin of that girl?

"This..." As soon as she opened her mouth, she asked her origin. Although Aunt Liu was not a good person, she was smooth enough. How could you ask her to open her mouth before she got any benefits!

Han Killing Xu also saw through Aunt Liu's mind, quickly took out a silver ticket from his arms, threw it off, and handed it to her. OK." Aunt Liu looked at the silver ticket and naturally looked happy. I bought that girl."

"Bought it back?" Behind him, Xiao Bing muttered.

"Yes."

"When did mom buy her back?" Han Kill continued to ask.

"When? I don't remember much. I'm probably four or five years old!" Aunt Liu touched the silver ticket lovingly and said casually.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but look up at the two masters in front of her, and then thought to herself: It's really strange tonight. How could anyone care about Xiao Xue's girl? After all, Aunt Liu has been in this industry for some years, and she is quite accurate. She is rough. He glanced at the two princes in front of him and suddenly trembled.

Not to mention the origin of these two people, first look at their temperament, which is not comparable to ordinary people.

First of all, the man in white, wearing only a simple white cloth robe, as simple as uncut white jade, naturally but also regarded himself as noble, with a sense of transcendence and calm but tolerant of everything. Looking at his beautiful face, which is close to a woman, it does not look feminine at all, which highlights his indifferent temperament.

Not to mention the prince in black who sank into the darkness. Although he has only said one sentence from beginning to end, the bright light that is brighter than the morning sun can't be stopped. Compared with the indifferent and free prince in white, the prince in black obviously has the courage and temperament to draw a knife.

Aunt Liu knows that she doesn't know if she can see such an outstanding figure in her life, but at this time, two people appear at the same time, which makes people almost in a dream! I can't move my eyes, and I'm afraid of missing it for a while.

"What tokens did she have at that time?" Han Kill didn't care about Aunt Liu's envious eyes at all, and still asked indifferently.

"Tear?" Aunt Liu blurted out and thought wrongly. She quickly changed her voice and replied, "Even if there was, it had already been taken away by the traffickers. At that time, I was willing to spend that money to buy her because I saw that this girl was still clever." This is true, and the girl looked dry at that time, so she sold it cheaply.

"Yes, aren't you two masters..." As she spoke, Aunt Liu couldn't help but wonder that she could make such extraordinary two people pay attention to it at the same time. Is there any great origin of Xiao Xue...?

Knowing that his identity could not be exposed at this time, Han Kill smiled and said, "No, we just asked casually." He stared at Xiao Bing silently and saw that Xiao Bing had already lost an inch, so he said to himself, "I don't know if my mother can let Miss Xiao Xue come over."

"Of course there is no problem, but..." She stretched out her hand slightly.

Han Kill squinted and stuffed the silver ticket into Aunt Liu's hand.

Aunt Liu took the silver ticket steadily and disappeared into the corridor with a smile.

After Aunt Liu left, the house fell silent again.

Looking at Xiao Bing with a deep frown and a tired face, Han Kill just thought silently: If there is anyone else in the world who can make Xiao Bing not like himself, become chaotic, or even out of control, I'm afraid there are only three people counting.

One is his first love that he has been thinking about for more than ten years, but he can't find it, that meat. Dudu, a little girl who will give him food with sugar-coated haws; one is Xiao Bing's soul, who was fascinated a few days ago, sang in front of the emperor and became famous, but the dancer who 'suddenly' disappeared two months ago is light purple; another one I'm afraid he can't forget in the bottom of his heart, who was forgotten in the carriage and disappeared with his own eyes. Xiao Xue, the sister at the end of the street.

In the end, only Xiao Bing muttered to herself. Will it be her?"

Han Sha shook his head silently. Maybe, but after all, it has been 14 years, isn't it important? You'd better take it open."

"Yes." After a long silence, Xiao Bing suddenly sighed faintly. In fact, whether it was or not, maybe it really didn't matter to Xiao Bing. After all, he has been like this for 14 years, not to mention now.

At this time, with Xiao Bing's faint sigh, the lobby suddenly became very quiet.

Then, I only heard the melodious Guzheng slowly rise, and a touch of melancholy and rippling music quietly crossed the fingertips. On the stage, there was a woman in pink sitting elegantly, with a charming face and elegant music slipping out of her fingertips and scattered in every corner of the lobby.

"The moonlight is hazy, sending wine with the breeze, too many poems, drunken life and death. After being drunk, you once remembered that the heart was disordered, how could only this song make you whisper and drunk with the breeze..."

The music sound suddenly appeared, and Xiao Bing was suddenly shocked, and her hand holding the teacup trembled violently and crushed the cup.

Then, he rushed to the window and leaned down.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Although the pink woman on the stage is charming, she is not the person he misses. It's not her." After disappointment, Xiao Bing slowly turned around, with countless sorrows between his eyebrows.

"The virtualness of the dream mirror, the sound of the piano is sent to each other, and there is no strong affection, wind, flowers, snow and moon face. After being drunk, you once remembered that the heart was disordered, the butterfly went without a trace, and the glass was full of sorrow, and no one spoiled it. I think too much, as impulsive as a moth on fire. Finally, there was a candle that burned me out, and the song finally dispersed. Who is at fault, I can see through..."

The music continues, straight. Insert it into the heart of everyone in the lobby.

However, on the third floor, the deepest worry frozen between the eyebrows cannot be dissipated.

A song exposed all his feelings for her. The whole three months of getting along with each other, every moment, every drop of the past seem to spread out little by little with this song of their love.

"It's not her, it's not her." Her smile, her voice, her eyes, her eyebrows, and her faint temperament. However, all this disappeared, and she seemed to suddenly evaporate from the world. Like her, no matter how he looked for it, there was no result. But that voice really seems to be... like her!"

"It's not her, she's really gone." Xiao Bing muttered, and he suddenly found that some people had something, perhaps only he knew best.

"The emptyness of the dream mirror, the sound of the piano is sent to each other, and there is no strong affection, wind, flowers, snow and moon. After being drunk, you once remembered that the heart was disordered, the butterfly went without a trace, and the glass was full of sorrow, and no one spoiled it. I think too much, as impulsive as a moth on fire. Finally, there was a candle that burned me out, and the song finally dispersed. Who is at fault, I can see through..."

Finally, the song ended, and the applause lasted for a long time.

Yan Moxue stood behind the curtain and looked at the men who had already sunk in the gentle countryside, but silently regained their cold expression. Go and kill Yang Mu, and Wanru, and solve it together.

"Yes." The person behind him said respectfully and turned around to leave.

"And..." Yan Moxue gently brushed the cheek touched by Yang Mu and said with disgust, "Chopping off one of Yang Mu's right hand. After it is done, everything here will be destroyed."

"Yes."

The man retreated, and a clerk came forward and muttered a few words in Yan Moxue's ear, and then saw a smile slowly spreading near the darkness.

Walking on the third floor, Yan Moxue suddenly stopped and slowly closed her eyes. She only completely covered her emotions. When she opened her eyes again, she was just Xiao Xue, the little man who loved money.

He jumped towards Yaju, then opened the door, pouted and asked, "Which prince is looking for me?" Yan Moxue said through the door frame, then jumped into the room.

"Is the girl Xiao Xue?" Han Kill asked.

"Wow!" Yan Moxue suddenly stared at Han Kill in surprise, and then quickly swept his clothes, and his eyes suddenly glowed golden. Yes, I'm Xiao Xue. I don't know what's wrong with the two gentlemen looking for me?" As she said with a smile, she tried her best to control her internal breath so as not to let Han Kill see the flaws.

"May I ask the girl, is there anyone else in your family?"

"There is no one left. I'm an orphan." She said with a smile, and then looked slightly at Xiao Bing, and his heart trembled slightly. He seemed to have lost weight.

"Orphans?" Xiao Bing muttered behind him.

"Yes, why do you ask this?" Yan Moxue looked slightly cautiously. Looking at the clothes of the two of them, they should be rich, but this style did not seem to belong to Yueguo, so she boldly guessed, "You are not from Yueguo, are you?"

"In the lower imperial country." Han Killed a series of hands, "The girl really doesn't remember who else is at home?"

"I don't remember."

Suddenly, she seemed to have an inspiration and suddenly said, "Yes, there seems to be, but... I don't know if he left me." The memory of her childhood has been gradually forgotten in the baptism of the years. Xiao Xue may have relatives, but even she seems to have forgotten who left whom in the carriage that winter.