“I don’t believe it, but…” The butler replied quickly.

"Do you know that there is a kind of martial arts in this world called Turtle Breath Qigong? It is said that it can make a person hold his breath for one or two hours and look like a dead person!" Yue Nanchen said lightly. He had never seen this kind of martial arts, but had only heard Qian Hun mention it.

"That Lan Shuiyao is definitely not a simple person. Let's not alert her first. Let her be. I want to see what tricks she can come up with!"

He spoke in a low voice, and the corners of his cruel and frozen lips curled up coldly. Anyway, the world is at peace now, and he is bored all day, so he might as well tease this little quail. The little quail's pretense makes him full of desire to conquer!

"Yes!" Fulu responded quickly and retreated. Now that he understood what the master meant, he would know when to act!

While there was chaos outside, Lan Shuiyao was sleeping soundly under the quilt.

Although she thought that once that pig-headed man knew it was her doing, she would have to spend some time to deal with him, but Lan Shuiyao's first rule of survival was that being soft on those who wanted to hurt her would be cruel to herself!

The next day, it was said that both the princess and Ningxiang were beaten badly by each other. Naturally, Ningxiang was the worst hit. After the princess woke up, she beat her severely again. If Ningxiang was not a maid she brought from her mother's home, she would have been driven out of the palace long ago.

For the next two days, Lan Shuiyao was prepared for strong winds and heavy rain, but she didn't expect that it would be calm for several days in a row.

Sometimes, when she looked around at the unfamiliar environment, Lan Shuiyao couldn't help but think of her past days of being a big shot. So after lying dormant for a few days, she finally returned to her old job on a dark and windy night.

Hand.

At night, the moon is like a hook, and occasionally a breeze blows, bringing a little coolness and blowing up the scattered red crumbs on the ground, like a butterfly with spread wings, drifting slowly in the wind and lying quietly on the ground.

She was still wearing a bright red dress and a scarf of the same color covering her face. Her eyes, as bright as diamonds and as sharp as a leopard in the dark, stared coldly at the red "囍" character on the black door.

It is said that today is the wedding day of the silly son of Yuecheng's richest man Yin Nantian. I guess the gifts from the guests must be quite a lot, which can be borrowed as the initial capital for starting his business.

The fluttering red shirt was like a sea of ​​blooming roses, falling silently in the room covered with red wedding characters. Lan Shuiyao tossed up a ripe purple grape, opened her veil and threw it into her mouth, while packing the gold and silver placed in the corner.

Suddenly, she turned her head coldly, staring at the black shadow curled up in the corner. There was a shining dagger between her white jade fingers, reflecting the cold silver light of the moon.

"Don't... don't kill me... I..." It was a woman. She choked and crawled out timidly from the corner. She was wearing a torn red wedding dress. Her eyes were dim and her face was as pale as a ghost. Her black hair was scattered on her body like a waterfall.

"Please, please save me!" The woman suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

No need to ask, this must be the bride who was forced to marry that idiot! Lan Shuiyao frowned coldly, ignored him, and turned around to leave.

"I'll give you money!" The woman grabbed her skirt and said, "I have money, I'll give you money, as long as you take me away from the Yin family, I..."

Money? A calculating gleam flashed across the woman's cold eyes.

He looked back at the woman and spit out a price with his red lips moving slightly.

The woman nodded quickly, Lan Shuiyao's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, she held her under her armpit, and the bright red figure flashed out of the room in an instant.

In the dilapidated temple in the suburbs, the woman looked at the surroundings in disbelief, and finally burst into tears of joy.

"Where's the money?" Lan Shuiyao coldly stretched out her slender white arm in front of her.

The woman stopped crying, tremblingly took out a stack of silver bills from her bosom and handed it to her.

With the banknote in hand, although he didn't like its thin texture, it was impossible to exchange so much money for silver and carry it on his back, so he put it in his arms reluctantly.

"Miss, you saved my life. I will never forget you. May I know your name?"

Yu Lingshan knelt on the ground for a long time, but no one responded. She looked up, but there was no trace of the woman in red in the temple. There was only a silver note for one hundred taels of silver in front of her. This money was enough for her to find her lover.

Kneeling on the ground in gratitude once again and kowtowed towards the door of the dilapidated temple, Yu Lingshan dragged her tired body and set off.

There is a courtyard in the city, covering a large area, but it is somewhat desolate, overgrown with weeds, and the houses on the far left even have signs of being burned. This courtyard has been desolate for a long time, and was finally bought by a young man recently.

In the dark night, there were bursts of water sounds coming from the main room, mixed with the sound of water was the tender singing of a young boy: "My girl on the grassland, you are as white as a peony, my brother is my sweetheart..."

The singing stopped abruptly as the red candle went out.

"Who?" the young man shouted, standing up from the bathtub, and under the moonlight,

Then he saw a graceful figure suddenly approaching him like a gust of wind.

"Who is it?" he shouted, splashing water with his slender arms as he hit the dark shadow.

Suddenly, he dared not move, because a shiny dagger was pressed tightly against his lower body.

"You can kill me or chop me up as you please. How can you be considered a hero if you sneak around?" Even though the young man was restrained, he still shouted loudly and refused to admit defeat.

"Hehe..." A woman's arrogant laughter suddenly sounded in the room, followed by the candlelight being lit.

A woman was standing in the room, wearing a gorgeous red dress, her charming peach blossom eyes were filled with an alluring evil charm, her black hair hung down like a waterfall, and a golden lotus hanging between her eyebrows added a bit of evil charm and witchcraft.

"It's you? Lan Shuiyao!" The young man stared at her intently and even forgot about his own **.

He unceremoniously inspected the boy's tender body, and then whistled a long whistle as a compliment to the boy's handsome figure.

The young man was stunned. No, she was standing there, so the dagger under his clone was... He looked down and saw a shiny dagger tied with a red ribbon and tied to his clone.

His face turned red in an instant, then quickly turned pale, and he rushed out of the bathtub with a roar.

Without caring about his body, he kicked continuously with his feet. His long legs formed a beautiful image in the air, but the woman grabbed his ankle and he froze in mid-air.

The young man stared at her in embarrassment, his big black eyes on his round face spitting fire angrily, "Let me go, I..." Before he finished speaking, Lan Shuiyao let go of him indifferently.

,"OK!"

With a "bang", the boy fell to the ground.

The red shirt spun in a sharp arc in the air. Lan Shuiyao leaned diagonally on the round chair, a faint smile on the corner of her lips, watching the young man get up from the ground in a very embarrassed manner.

"How is it? Are you convinced?" Lan Shuiyao glanced at him calmly, re-examining the young man in front of her. Her big eyes should have been pure.

But now he was covered with a layer of suppressed forbearance and anger. His facial features were three-dimensional and clear. Even if he stood in front of her naked, it was difficult to conceal his absolute strength and arrogance, which was completely different from the thugs on the street.

The young man said nothing, but just stared at her coldly.

"I know you are definitely not an ordinary person. If I guess correctly, the song you just sang should be a folk song from the western grasslands, right? It is said that there is a giant clam country there, which was destroyed by the Yue country three years ago. Are you a giant clam?"

Lan Shuiyao's words gradually calmed the anger in the boy's eyes. He stared at her blankly, seeming a little touched.

"I don't care who you are. From the day I won the bet with you, you are destined to be my follower. It is difficult for you to succeed in some things by yourself. Maybe I can help you!"

The boy lowered his eyes and stopped talking. Finally, he raised his head and asked, "Why are you helping me?"

Lan Shuiyao smiled coldly, "To be precise, I am helping myself. As for you, I can't promise you anything, but at least I can make sure you have enough food and clothing and live a peaceful life for a few days!"

"Okay, I promise you!" The boy nodded.

"Words are not enough. I need the most important thing on you as collateral!" Lan Shuiyao's eyes flashed across his crotch.