Chapter 89, please [shameless collection]

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Lone shadow under the candle, covering her face and crying, plain white gauze, scarlet dots, bronze mirror like the moon, alone insidious woman.

Who doesn't love her appearance? Draw the eyebrows and lips, and the green silk pulls the temples. But one day, when the face is gone and the flowers are ruined, what's the use of the makeup bronze mirror?

Leave a cavity of resentment!

"Sumdang"

The bronze mirror hit the door and slipped around twice. It did not move again, and the mirror was as old. The woman outside the door sighed and sighed and dared not enter. She only felt sorry for the woman inside.

A man went upstairs in a gray cloak, and the two women at the door immediately knelt to the ground.

The cold-faced man behind the gray-robed man accompanied him with a sword and said, "Get back."

The cold sound is like ice, just three feet of green front in his hand, and the blood is cold.

The two women knew each other well and retreated after salute, but their hearts were still trembling.

The man in gray robe pushed the door, and a white shadow attacked. The cold-faced man moved forward. He didn't know how to take action, and the white shadow in the air broke into eight pieces.

The man under the gray cloak looked displeaous and heard someone shouting 'get out' in the room before he opened his mouth.

"Bold! Looking for death!"

The cold-faced man drank coldly, cold into the body, bone-permeable and cold.

Zhirou's whole body was shocked, panicked, turned her back to the person, and didn't know how to explain it for a moment, and then remembered her own situation. 'Wow' cried and didn't care about life or death.

The man in gray robe waved his hand, stepped forward gently, put his hands on Zhirou's shoulders, and said softly, "It's okay. The third master will help you find face."

Zhirou found a trace of comfort and turned to throw it into the gray-robed man's arms. The gray-robed man saw Zhirou's face covered with gauze, and his hands tightly grasped her shoulder to prevent her from moving again.

The gauze covered most of his face, and he couldn't see the appearance of the day at all. The man under the gray robe cloak remained unchanged and said, "Is he the one who made it?"

At the hook bar, who hasn't practiced a seven-hole exquisite heart. Although Zhirou's shoulder hurts, he doesn't dare to hum. He just looked at the person and said, "Third Master, it's all done by that person. You have to make the decision for me!"

"Hold the sword and get rid of it!"

The man in gray robe loosened Zhirou's shoulder, gently kneaded Zhirou's earlobe with his hand, and spit out a careless word. Zhirou couldn't wait to undress and serve the master immediately.

The cold-faced man held the sword silently, grabbed Zhirou immersed in joy, pulled hard, and pulled it like a sword like a dragon, piercing Zhirou's throat, so that Zhirou could not make a sound.

The sword is fast, and the blood has not flowed out.

Holding the sword and throwing Zhirou into the wooden barrel with one hand, saving the master's eyes dirty.

The man in gray robe blew his fingertips, and his lips in the shadow moved gently and said, "No one can move my things."

Killing people like slaughtering pigs and dogs, the gray-robed man has no emotion at all, and the cold-faced man holding the sword is even more emotionless.

The two pushed the door out and went straight out without any hidden thoughts. In the barrel, Zhirou's eyes were wide open, and they became frightened with joy.

Chicken Mingtianxiao, and one person in Qipingyuan got up early to dress up.

Packing up neatly, Qin Su stood at the head of the bed with toiletries. Qin Shubao could not continue to pretend to sleep. He got up and let Qin Su, who had a awkward gait, serve him.

The two packed up and went to Qin Hu's house to hello to Qin Hu.

Qin Su pinched his thighs all the way and always reminded himself for fear of a little mistake. The closer he got to Qin Su, the more timid he became.

After the newlyweds get started, they should greeting their parents-in-law and elders, salute their children, and accept the blessings of their elders, which is also the elders' recognition of their daughter-in-law. In a rich and noble family, a man can also take his concubine to greet him, but he is not as happy as his wife. The powerful valve of a rich family, and the concubine is a concubine, and there will be no invitation to say hello.

Qin Shubao pushed the door open, and Qin Su swallowed two mouthfuls of water and followed calmly.

"Grandson, please give grandpa's peace."

Qin Shubao knelt down, and Qin Su knelt numbly, but he couldn't say half a word.

Qin Hu looked interesting and deliberately coughed. Qin Erniu came over with a teapot.

Qin Su wanted to take the teapot, but he didn't dare. During the bitter entanglement, his eyes looked straight at the teapot.

"Ping tea for grandpa! What are you looking at?"

Qin Shubao stood up and gently knocked down Qin Su. Qin Su nodded hurriedly, knelt on the ground to receive the tea tray, and poured out a cup of tea in a panic.

"Master, please have tea."

Qin Su raised the teacup above his head tremblingly, dare not look at anyone, and dare not regard himself as Qin Shubao's woman.

Qin Hu did not go to pick up Qin Su's tea, but just looked at Qin Shubao and asked, "Are you really going to take this girl as a concubine?"

He was too lazy to answer. Qin Shubao looked elsewhere. He didn't expect Qin Hu to accept it. As long as Qin Hu didn't hit him with a stick, he could burn incense.

Hearing Qin Hu's question, Qin Su also calmed down slightly, pricked up his ears and waited for Qin Shubao's answer, but there was no movement for a long time.

The excitement is bland and a little sad.

"Woman, as long as you can give birth to a son for Shubao, you can be buried in the tomb of the Qin family in the future."

Qin Su's tears fell down, which was tantamount to a word of recognition!

"Grandpa, I just brought Qin Su here, and you told her to be buried in the Qin family's ancestral grave, didn't you..."

"Get out!" Qin Hu grabbed the teacup in Qin Su's hand and smashed it on Qin Shubao. I really don't know when he will be angry with Qin Shubao.

The teacup hit his leg, which was not painful, but he was wet by the tea. Qin Su looked at the wet place, tears fell sharply, and his face was more miserable.

pulled Qin Su up from the ground and ran out without end. Qin Hu exhaled with some sigh, and then smiled mysteriously.

He didn't notice what was deep in Qin Su's eyes. After Qin Shubao took Qin Su out of a distance, he asked her to go back by herself. He took eight steps and led the three servants out leisurely.

Birds fight and drink fragrant tea. Time is like sand and slips away through the fingers, but no one wants to hold on to it.

The evening wind blew and blew away the increasingly hot and sultry heat. Qin Shubao led the three people home. The three of them carried big bags in their hands, but they did not show any fatigue. They only thought about how Qin Shubao was generous.

"My son is invited!"

The sword-holding man standing on the street made Qin Shubao subconsciously tighten his muscles. Hearing the inexplicable words, Qin Shubao had an impulse to escape.

"Who is your son? Is there anyone like this?"

With a glance of holding the sword, the servant was scared to step back several steps. Taking advantage of the momentum, he was instantly cut into pieces by holding the sword.

Hold the sword and restrain your eyes, look at Qin Shubao, and repeat what you just said.

The momentum of holding the sword has been restrained, but Qin Shubao still has a feeling of being held in the throat by the tip of the sword. He straightened his mind and said, "Who is your son?"

"You will know when you go!"

He said coldly with his sword and raised his feet forward. Obviously, he didn't want to talk nonsense with Qin Shubao and was ready to 'invouse' him.

The three green clothes fell to the ground, and their eyes were slightly hot holding their swords. They looked at Qin Shubao and said, "So this is your confidence! But these three people can only contain me for a while, but they can't control me.

The cold breath did not make the three blue clothes angry, but made them hold the blade in their sleeves tightly.

What he said is true!

Qin Shubao, who was supposed to be paralyzed by the bottom card, unexpectedly walked out of the hidden circle of the three people and said with a smile, "Does your son have wine and meat to treat him?"

Hold the sword and think about it slightly and say, "Yes."

"T lead the way!"

The three Qingyi wanted to stop them, but Qin Shubao strode forward.

Qin Shubao did not feel relaxed when three domestic servants were replaced by three Qingyi.

The willows are green, the flowers are green, and the flowers go with the wind. A bamboo building is built by willows, and the willow trees are wrapped in a unique style, like a pavilion, and not falling into the mortal world.

"Good!"

Qin Shubao suddenly shouted, holding his sword without any inhibition, and he was no longer afraid of external objects.

"Third Master, he has arrived."

"Let him in!" No one appeared in the bamboo building, only a male voice.

Holding the sword made an 'please' posture towards Qin Shubao. Qin Shubao came forward, and the three green clothes wanted to follow, but the sword flashed into the gap between several people and stood with the sword without saying a word, one person divided the two worlds.

"Wait outside."

Surprised by the strength of the sword-holding man, Qin Shubao gritted his teeth and calmly let the three Qingyi wait outside. He also understood the strength of several people.

She went upstairs and went to walk, and the doorway opened itself. The woman with a delicate face held the plate with ten fingers, and the jade cup and silver cup on the plate was rich and noble.

"What is this?"

"Please choose a cup." The voice was soft and sweet, which made people want to hear the touching shouts under her.

He casually chose a silver cup and said with a smile on his face, "Can I choose the beauty cup?"

"Beauty Cup?"

"The American population is like a sandalwood cup, and the syrup is full of teeth!"