Chapter 481: Too Many People Passed By

And just because the older girl didn’t believe it, the older girl didn’t tell the younger one.

When the little girl didn't know it, she always believed that after her eldest sister got married, she would come back to her one day and ask her to help embroider the dowry.

But the sudden dream she had just now really scared the big girl.

In the dream, the eldest sister was covered in blood, her nose was cut off, and her hair was burned off. There was only a naked snowman standing there. The eldest sister waved to the little girl, and the little girl ran towards the eldest sister, and then she was pulled by the eldest sister. Go further and further.

The little girl likes the eldest sister so much. If the ghost of the eldest sister really wants to take the little girl away, will the little girl just follow it obediently?

And is the eldest sister really dead?

Da Niu doesn’t want to believe that her eldest sister is dead, but that’s just because Da Niu doesn’t believe it. She is not a Bodhisattva. If she doesn’t believe it, does it make it true?

If the eldest sister is really dead, the fool really stalks the girl?

By the way, the little girl disappeared suddenly and disappeared without anyone noticing. Could it be that she was taken away by the eldest sister?

The older the girl thought about it, the more she thought about it. When she finally thought about it, all the hairs on her body stood up.

She struggled to get out of bed and go find her sister, but looking at the tall man standing in front of the bed, the girl didn't dare to move.

This Young Master Rong Qi is a very serious and easily impatient person, so the girl dare not confront him head-on.

With her head drooping pitifully, the big girl stopped talking and returned to the bed obediently, closing her eyes, but thinking in her heart that as soon as the Seventh Young Master left, she would get up and climb down from the window.

I must go find my sister, I must!

And just as the big time was brewing in the little girl's heart, a sentence floated above the big girl's head: "I'll go find your sister, you rest."

The big girl opened her eyes suddenly, and there was light flowing in her clear pupils.

Rong Su stopped looking at the girl, turned around, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

He returned to his room, burned the letter with only the prefix written on it, breathed out, changed his clothes, turned around, and left the inn.

Rong Su was a little upset.

He planned to send that letter today. With such a delay, he didn't know whether he would write it later or not before it was too late.

But Rong Su still doesn't know that just because he sent this letter late, his life has been saved.

If he had sent it earlier, I'm afraid the only result waiting for him would be his head falling to the ground.

Rong Su walked very quickly. Not long after he walked out of the inn, he was about to head towards the city gate when he saw a slightly familiar figure walking in front of him.

Rong Su took a closer look and saw the man's identity. He ignored him and left directly.

But the other party stopped him: "This young master..."

Rong Su stopped and looked at the elegant and elegant man in front of him with cold eyes. His tone was neither cold nor hot: "Is something wrong?"

The gentle man smiled: "Young master, do you still remember me?"

Rong Su looked indifferent: "I don't remember."

The other party was not angry at Rong Su's harsh tone. He still smiled gently and said, "My surname is Zhong and my given name is Ziyu. I met the young master a few days ago."

A one-time relationship is nothing. There are so many people who meet each other by chance and pass by each other. If everyone has to remember clearly the people who have a relationship with each other, wouldn't it be too tiring?

Rong Su still had a cold attitude, obviously not wanting to chat with him.

But I heard Zhong Ziyu say again: "If I admit my mistake, Your Excellency, you should be a friend of Master Rong and Master Liu?"

In recent days, there has been a murder case in Guyong Mansion. Liu Weirong Leng often goes to the Yamen. Many local people already know that two adults from Beijing have recently come to Guyong Mansion.

But Rong Su, whose presence is extremely low, was completely ignored.

Today, I met someone who pointed out Rong Su directly.

But Rong Su didn't feel honored. He just replied with a calm expression: "I still have something to do. If you want to find someone else, don't bother me."

Rong Su said, turned around and continued walking.

Rong Su's steps were long and fast. Zhong Ziyu explained from behind: "Young Master misunderstood..."

What was the misunderstanding? Rong Su didn't even bother to listen to what he said next.

In the blink of an eye, people have gone a long way.

Zhong Ziyu stood there disappointedly and sighed, but there was not much regret on his expression.

At this time, someone tapped him on the shoulder: "Brother Zhong, can you leave?"

Zhong Ziyu turned around, looked at the romantic young man behind him, smiled and said, "Of course, please."

The romantic young man held his fan and waved it: "Brother Zhong rarely agrees to our party, so don't go to an ordinary restaurant, go to a good place, to Baxiufang."

There were several people behind the romantic young man, and they all came over at this moment.

One of them smiled and said: "Baxiufang is not open to everyone. Besides, there are all serious women there. No matter how beautiful they are, as beautiful as gods, they can't do anything. I looked at them greedily and said Why don’t we go directly to Piaoxiang Tower?”

"Which one is better, Piaoxianglou or Churuoguan?"

The Piaoxiang Pavilion is for women to welcome guests, and the Churuo Pavilion is for men of minor officials to welcome guests.

Which one is better is a big problem.

The girls in Piaoxianglou are tasteful and playful, and the junior officials in Churuoguan are no less good. All of them are superb and want to die.

A few libertines suddenly fell into deep thought.

Finally, a leisurely male voice said calmly: "Baxiufang."

The romantic young man who spoke first saw that Zhong Ziyu rarely asked for a place, so he couldn't help laughing and readily agreed: "Okay! Baxiufang, let's go to Baxiufang!"

At the same time, in Ji Fengyuan's yard in the backyard of Baxiufang, there was a different scene.

Ji Feng looked at the girls outside the yard with a headache, his brows always furrowed.

Sitting next to Ji Feng is a beautiful woman who looks to be in her forties and has good charm. The woman has a high bun and a springy look in her watery eyes: "Is that Liu Wei?"

Ji Feng took out a breath and said "hmm".

The beautiful woman glanced at Ji Feng and snorted: "She looks nothing like Ji Xiaqiu, does Liu Wei look like her father?"

Ji Feng said nothing.

The beautiful woman was a little bored and asked: "What's wrong with Feng Yuan? Why does it feel like he's an enemy when he meets Liu Wei? What is Xiaojin Xiaocha doing? Why are you hiding so far away?"

The beautiful woman had many questions, but Ji Feng was unwilling to answer them one by one, so he continued to remain silent.

The beautiful woman was a little annoyed. She stood up suddenly, her eyes fixed on the little boy who was following Liu Wei's feet, and said to Ji Weiwei: "Weiwei, go back to the room with your mother."

Ji Wei turned her head to recover, smiled, and said, "If I don't go back, I will wait for Sister Fengyuan to fight with this woman and steal this woman's son!"

Ji Feng's brows furrowed even more tightly: "Wei Wei."

Ji Wei felt confident and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Sixteen, I'm just playing with him, I won't kill him."

The word "kill" made Ji Feng's originally unkind expression even worse.