The old man spoke again, and this time his eyelids drooped, seemingly closed, seemingly open and open.

Although he feels very young, his voice betrays him, and he is the hoarseness of an ordinary old man.

He said, "Two million taels are brought?"

Qing Xiaonian said: "I brought it."

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Qing Xiaonian with suspicion.

Two million taels, it is not necessarily enough to fill ten houses like this, but there is nothing else in front of you except these empty-handed young people.

He confirmed again: "Two million taels are brought, are you sure?"

Qing Xiaonian smiled bitterly and said, "Confirm!"

The old man smiled again and looked at Qing Xiaonian again. He smiled and said, "Don't tell me that you can stuff two million taels into your crotch."

Qing Xiaonian was speechless. This sounded a bit rough, not like an old man could say it.

He suddenly stretched out his slender fingers and said, "Do you think I'm worth two million?"

The old man was slightly stunned. He stared at Qing Xiaonian's two fingers, and his expression suddenly became ugly. His face first went from red to white to green, and his dry hands were also raised in the air. These were originally a pair of hands holding tea cups, but there was nothing else between his fingers except the flowing air.

The tea cup is already between the two fingers of the New Year celebration, and the water has not splashed, and it is full of mist.

After a long time, he came back to his senses from his shock. He could not understand that there were such strange hands in the world. He had never seen them in his lifetime. He couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him again.

After a long time, he spoke, "What's this move called?"

"Refers to the sacred Loulan."

"Following Juelolan." The old man murmured again, and he opened his mouth for a while and summed up a word.

"value!"

.........

Moonlight, moonlight monologue.

Autumn wind, autumn wind is bleak.

Two people, one man and one woman, walked one after another.

Men celebrate the Little New Year.

He walked in front of the woman, and he did not look back when he spoke.

"I don't know the girl's name yet."

"Qianlan."

Qing Xiaonian nodded and stopped talking. She just silently held a piece of blood jade in her hand. This was a piece of blood red that seemed so charming under the moonlight, and the bright moonlight could not change its essence.

In front of it is a tavern. The dim candlelight shines on the blue brick floor on the street from the door. The moonlight shines on the ground, which is not snowy. This is the light that rubs the ground out from people.

There was no one else in the tavern except Wan Qiuxuan and Jiang Liuer, because it was about to dawn, and no matter how much wine, the people who drank, went home and returned to their comfortable and warm bed.

There are four pots of sake burned on the table, not with hot water, but with fire. This is the most popular way of drinking in the capital today, and it has been passed from Japan.

The people in the room suddenly felt the light at the door dark, and a breeze blew past his cheeks. Qing Xiaonian was already sitting in the room, opposite Wan Qiuxuan and Jiang Liuer.

Jiang Liuer saw that Qing Xiaonian came in alone, and he was about to ask something, but before he could speak, a woman wearing white veil and wearing a veil and a knee-length woman also walked in.

A gust of wind blew, and it was a woman from a fairyland in the sky. She could not be considered a fairy. How could a fairy have such aura?

The woman was very conscious and sat silently beside Qing Xiaonian.

Jiang Liuer smiled and was about to speak again.
Chapter completed!