Chapter 90 Like a Knife

"Papa..."

The bamboo door opened, and a young man's face was like a cone, his eyebrows pointed diagonally, and he sat on the ground at will. There was a proudness between his eyebrows, which was unforgettable. At this moment, he clapped his hands and smiled softly, seemingly easy but there was an insurmountable distance.

Qin Shubao, who has seen the demeanor of the superior, naturally does not pay attention to this person's momentum. Shi Shiran sits down and is uneasy, but his face is like an ancient well.

Qin Shubao has no impression of the prince who looks as feminine as a woman. The only one who can be compared with him is Zhao Xing, a woman dressed as a man. It was precisely because there was no impression in his mind that Qin Shubao was uneasy.

"Little Third Master Qin, you are really talented! Open your mouth and you will be envious!"

Holding his fist and laughing, Qin Shubao still can't remember who this person is.

"It seems that the third master still doesn't remember me." The prince, who looked like a woman, leaned against the maid and said lightly.

When Qin Shubao saw this person's behavior, he was envious. Beauty and wine, fat swallows and thin, warbler and sparrows. This is the life that a dunk should have! In contrast, he found that his life with Li Yu was just a level of food and clothing.

"People call me the third master! The third master in Bianliang City! Little Third Master, do you remember?"

The woman smiled and fell in love with the country, and the corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised.

Qin Shubao could hear the provocation in the

sentence, but this time he did not worry about this point, but thought about it.

The people who claim to be the third master in Bianliang City are either the third in the family, or random nicknames. Even some 'Buddhas' who live on the third hand are also called 'third masters'. Bianliang City is not too big or too small. The third master is less than 5,000, and there are 3,000, but only one of them dares to call himself the biggest. Third master, and no one dares to refute.

Qin Shubao looked secretly. The man leaned against the woman's arms, which made him more confused.

The person who came is the third prince, Zhao Kuo, Zhao Kuo, the third half-son of Zhao Xing'er's half-brother, and the ninth son of Long. Zhao Kuo is very charming and has a very strange temperament. Unlike other princes, this person only likes to hunt beauty, and is very careful about the captured prey, but it can also be like grass mustard.

The third prince Zhao Kuo has not had many bad deeds, but only one thing that people dare not forget.

Legend has it that one day, Zhao Kuo fell in love with a woman and showed that she wanted to take her captivity. It was a blessing for wealth and immortality to never leave her. Unexpectedly, the woman was straightforward and threatened that a woman would not serve the second husband. She had been betrothed to others and would never do anything humiliating to her husband's family.

The woman was loyal and happy, but she was crying. At that time, Zhao Kuo also smiled and praised a few words, so he turned around and left without saying anything else. Although the woman's parents were sad and lost a great wealth, they did not dare to be really greedy and did not do what he wanted.

But it took only one night. The village where the woman lived, the village where her husband's family lived, there was a Shura prison. No one was spared, and the chickens and dogs were left, leaving only three blood stains on the wall, which was shocking.

As soon as this incident came out, there was an uproar in Bianliang City, and the people speculated that the children of the deep water all closed their mouths. Finally, in order to appease the people, thousands of iron rode out of the city to kill the thieves and brought back thousands of heads.

Qin Shubao is the most cowardly dander in Bianliang City. Not to mention whether Zhao Kuo like it or not, Qin Shubao does not dare to have anything to do with Zhao Kuo just according to his nature. If he hadn't been reborn, he wouldn't have dared to look directly at Zhao Kuo at this moment.

"It turned out to be my brother-in-law! What? Do you want to have a drink with your brother-in-law?

Zhao Kuo was stunned for a moment and couldn't see any fear on Qin Shubao's face. He smiled and said, "Even if you are connected with the eldest princess, you have to call me the third brother. How can you get such a vulgar title."

Qin Shubao secretly observed a few seconds of silence for Zhao Xinger. What does the royal family have?

"In this case, I don't think I'll stay, so that the third brother won't be bored." Taking progress as retreat, Qin Shubao does not want to infect cause and effect.

"Will the little third master look at me before he became the son-in-law?" Zhao Kuo pinched the orchid finger and flicked off a dried fruit and looked at Qin Shubao with soft eyes, like an old friend meeting.

Qin Shubao's face changed rapidly. He smiled, pulled a maid from the side, pinched it fiercely, smiled and asked her to pour wine. He pretended to be relaxed and answered, "The third brother hasn't drunk yet. How can I be willing to leave? Besides, how can I leave with such a beautiful woman?"

A trace of sinister flashed in Zhao Kuo's eyes, and the hand in his sleeve grabbed the hand of the maid fiercely. The days when he accompanied you were like a tiger, so that the maid did not change her look at all and should serve.

Inhaling slightly, Zhao Kuo's face was clear, and he raised his hand and said, "Since the third master likes it, this worthless thing will be given to you."

Hearing this by Qin Shubao's light pouring wine maid, her face was instantly like earth, and she was not as yellow as a living person, but she thanked her on the ground.

"Then you're welcome." Qin Shubao hugged his maid and seemed to be eager to declare territorial sovereignty.

Three bottles of wine, the singer danced, and the two drank from each other.

"Little Third Master, do you like these Jizi? I like it. I'll send it to you together!"

"I want it all!"

Zhao Kuo smiled evilly at the corners of his mouth, waiting for Qin Shubao to write, or waiting for the clown to jump.

"But my family can't accommodate so much, and I can't support the industry outside."

Zhao Kuo opened his face, tapped the glass with his fingers, and tasted it carefully. The reflection in the wine was like a fierce wolf.

"Little third master, others only say that you are timid and useless. When I see you today, I don't know the depth of the leopard."

Qin Shubao laughed, pointed to himself, picked up the glass and drank it. He said proudly, "For the words of the third brother, drink three cups!"

The two looked at each other and smiled without saying a word. In addition to the sound of bamboo singing and dancing, the bamboo building secretly sang golden.

"Little third master, can you tolerate the world?"

"Let's go! I don't think your sister can handle it. There is still a possibility in the sky.

"The beautiful country is picturesque, why don't you take it?" Zhao Kuo leaned forward on the table and his eyes shot straight.

"The third brother is drunk. The world is the Zhao family. How can it be subverted? Besides, with my grandfather sitting in the town and staying for a long time, why are you afraid of any night? At most, I'm drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman!" Qin Shubao narrowed his eyes and fell on the lap of a maid and snored softly.

Zhao Kuo's eyes were the same, and he smiled evilly. He sat back in his seat, picked up his glass, and smashed at the dancing singer in the room.

The singer was shocked like a childish rabbit and lay on the ground one after another. She didn't dare to breathe. She hated the girl who pretended to be sleeping in her heart.

"Why doesn't the little third master call me the third master?"

"The third brother calls me the third master, and I call the third brother the third master. Isn't it lost?"

"Why not?" Zhao Kuo stepped on a singer's head and crushed it with a smile. He didn't care about the twisted and deformed face on the ground.

Qin Shubao stood up, sat cross-legged, and said with a smile, "The emperor called my grandfather 'Emperor'. If I call my third brother 'third master, wouldn't I let the third brother be the same generation as my grandfather, and how could the third brother wear the 'unfilial' hat?"

Zhao Kuo paused and explained with a smile, "The third master is serious. It's just a joke."

"It's getting late, third brother, I'll say goodbye."

This time, Zhao Kuo did not stop him and nodded to let Qin Shubao leave.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Zhao Kuo said inexplicably, "It's dirty!"

A group of people came out of the bamboo building, held their swords and threw them up with torches. An expensive bamboo building became a fire building in an instant.

Zhao Kuo stood in front of the building and watched the firelight slowly rise, but two of the women in the group were shocked and dared not look up.

"Drum it into the fire! She, keep it.

There was a panic scream beside her, and the woman who was given to Qin Shubao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she even despised the life and death of her companions.

The chin was pinched by Zhao Kuo and given to Qin Shubao. Her eyes were full of tears. She looked at Zhao Kuo and said eagerly, "Please don't give away Chunyan. Chunyan should serve her master for a lifetime."

Zhao Kuo smiled with relief, nodded slightly, patted the woman's head, and said emotionlessly, "Throw her into the lowest bitter kiln and let her be fucked by thousands of people."

The woman called Chunyan was struck by lightning and was instantly deprived of her mind and threw her to the servant waiting by holding a sword.

It's better to die than to live!

Walking to the front of the Qin Mansion, Qin Shubao exhaled a large breath of turbidity and stood still for a long time before he was willing to step. The green silk behind him had been flooded.

Just now, when he talked to Zhao Kuo, he seemed to be joking and quiet as the surface of the water, but he had formed a beam. Qin Shubao knew that the guard behind him was not as good as holding a sword man, so he left quickly. He was afraid that Zhao Kuo would kill him and kill his siblings.

The language is like a knife, and there is more than one person beating!