His slender white hands were on the back of the chair, and he was slowly pushing it forward. The morning on the mountain was foggy, and the stone pavement was a little damp. There were a few birds chirping, and there was a hint of sleepiness in the silence.

She could feel a vague aura, no murderous intent, no hostility, just a covetous gaze. Apparently someone had given an order not to stop them.

Xiang Xue tilted her head and stretched out her fingers to brush away a drop of sweat from her cheek. She didn't care too much about the relationship between the old man in the wheelchair and the mysterious cold-faced Lord of Merchant Fort. Anyway, she would know one day.

of.

After turning a corner, a corner of the green eaves appeared in front of me.

The small building is an exquisite double-story building. It is made of rain bamboo and has a roof of grass. It stands under the mottled light and shadow, but it looks a bit quiet and arrogant.[

There is a man standing on the red steps in front of the small building. He wears a brocade robe with a python belt and a single robe. The green bun is a little loose and hangs down a little. He has a cold face and pretty face, and sharp eyebrows at the temples. Except for a few lines at the corners of his eyes, he reveals his true age.

The corners of his cold lips were slightly drooped, and his complexion was not very good. It was obvious that he was worried and could not sleep well all night.

"Girl, you go back first."

The old man in the wheelchair habitually rubbed the arm of the chair. Whenever she was excited, she would always do this action unconsciously.

He curled his lips to Xue, bowed politely to Shang Jinhong, and left immediately. When he passed by the clusters of woods again, he slowed down casually, as if his neck was a little sore, and he tilted his head, his cloudy eyes

Pass by in a certain direction without leaving a trace, and walk away.

A certain secret guard looked at his companion next to him strangely and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing? The castle master told me to let those two people in! He released such strong murderous intent for no reason. Fortunately, he was just a person who didn't understand martial arts, otherwise he wouldn't have done it.

Exposing my location?"

The man who was scolded felt a slight bitterness on the tip of his tongue, but he did not defend himself. He just touched his right hand on his back, and it became sticky with sweat.

The heavy wheelchair rolled against the bamboo surface, making a "squeaking" sound. Rain bamboo is indeed a very strange thing. It looks obviously fragile, but it has a hardness that is stronger than birch. Even ordinary iron cannot.

Half a point of damage.

Things are valuable when they are rare, and things are valuable when they are rare. In order to collect the money to repair such an exquisite small building, the merchant did not know how much money he put in.

The small building has existed for more than ten years and was built when Shang Jinhong was still a young master. It can be said that it was one of his rare ways to spend money.

However, no one else is allowed in this place, not the string of sons and daughters, not the wife and concubines, and of course not the housekeeper.

However, the old woman in the wheelchair, all in black, entered in a grand manner, while Shang Jinhong didn't say anything. She even showed some guilt in her attitude.

The inside of the small building is actually not complicated, nor is it very special. Except for the layers of Huansha, it is still Huansha. The small windows are open on all sides, and the cool breeze comes in, and the soft and lovely Huansha sways shyly.

The old woman's withered lips trembled as if they were on fire, and then she laughed nervously.

"After so many years, you are not even willing to destroy these tattered things... Do you keep them because you hope she can come back one day? Or do you keep them so that you can more or less recall the tender time you spent here with her?"
Chapter completed!