He glanced at A Miao, and his voice showed a little melancholy: "That little girl has liked to follow my butt since she was a child. She always had a long and short brother. She didn't expect that she would be so vicious at the age of seven or eight.

"It's really a scorpion heart." He racked his brains and came up with a word.

Ah Miao narrowed her eyes behind the scenes: "How could it be? Where did a child get the poison?"

The old man said indifferently: "Who knows this! Anyway, she gave the medicine and poisoned the whole family."

The warm spring breeze swept through the turbid air in Changle Lane.

A Miao remembered what happened to her childhood and sighed softly, "But, why did I hear that the poison was given to her by her neighbor?"

The old man was touching the purse in his arms, and his face changed in surprise when he heard this: "What did you say?"

Ah Miao looked at him through the curtain: "Isn't it? I also heard that the poison was poured into the mutton."

"Nonsense!" The spring breeze blew the old man's gray hair and beard, like an ugly cat with hair blown. "I saw that day with my own eyes, how could there be any mistakes? If you don't believe it, why would you leave now and never come back to Changle Lane!"

He was so angry that he felt as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

A Miao smiled.

Of course he would not admit that the poison in the mutton was given by his father.

They are really brave. For decades, their family has lived in Changle Lane unscrupulously. Or are they already believed that the only person who is truly guilty is the missing youngest daughter of the Zhong family? As for them, they are the most innocent people.

A Miao leaned against the stone wall and didn't say anything anymore.

The old man held his purse, glared at her, picked up the duck on the ground and walked forward.

Not far away, it was his yard.

They are still the "friendly neighbors" of the Zhong family.

Two and a half-old boys poked their heads out from behind the door and looked at her quietly.

The old man walked over and knocked his head: "What are you looking at? Come in!" However, as he said this, he still couldn't help but look back and look back.

There were no people in front of the old yard of the Zhong family, only the wind was blowing quietly.

He was stunned for a moment, shook his head and walked into the room.

A Miao returned to the carriage and asked the coachman to set off. Qiuqiu quickly took a square veil to wipe her hands: "Miss, it's so big gray outside."

This Changle Lane is poor and dirty, and it really doesn't look like it should be in Leizhou City.

After finishing cleaning A Miao's hands, she wanted to polish her shoes, but A Miao stopped her.

"Sit Ansheng."

Qiuqiu then sat back honestly.

When I arrived in Dongshi, Qiuqiu got off the carriage first, lifted the curtain, and reached out to help A Miao: "Miss, come, it's so lively today, there are still people setting off water lanterns by the river!"

It was still bright, and A Miao was a little confused: "If you don't have New Year or Festival, what river lanterns should you put on?"

Before Qiuqiu could stand still, she had already passed by: "You forgot? What happened to the Tang family!"

The coachman drove the carriage to a secluded place.

There were so many pedestrians around, Qiuqiu said, "Do you want to see the flowers? Or do you look at the lights?"

A Miao did not hesitate: "Of course I went to see the flowers." She came to Dongshi just to see the flowers. Especially, she had visited Changle Lane before, saw the "formerly residence" and the "old friends", she wanted to see the gorgeous flowers and plants even more.

She followed Qiuqiu, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the other end of the long street.

Flowers from Jiangcheng and from Xiling are densely packed on the shelf.

The trees beside the river bank are lush with branches and leaves, and the tops are filled with star-like white flowers.

There are small stalls selling food, one by one, emitting a fragrant smell.

The dusk fell, and no one seemed to notice it.

On the river surface, the round and large lotus leaves have just surfaced. The blooming lotus lanterns shuttle through the gaps, like a galaxy entering the sea.

On the second floor of the inn in the distance, a young man in green was lying on the window, counting the copper plates boredly.

One, two, three... in the blink of an eye, it counted.

People say they are so poor that they jingle, but soon he won't even jingle.

When he came out of Xiling, he knew that Leizhou was close to the capital, everything was expensive, but this damn thing was too expensive! He was about to stay on the streets in just a few days.

Could it be...

He pinched a copper coin and looked back at the sword on the bed.

The gorgeous scabbard shows its value.

I wonder if anyone would be willing to take it as a scabbard. But how should the unsheathed sword be taken away? He sighed and looked back at his right hand.

The bandages wrapped around the head are already a little dirty.

He suddenly thought: What if he would wrap his sword around with a strip of cloth?

However, if he had money to buy cloth strips, what would he use as a scabbard?

"I'm so miserable..." He lay in front of the window and sighed long.

A sweet aroma came faintly from the air. Is it a sugar cake or an oil cake? It sounded like thunder in my stomach.

Since entering Leizhou, he has never eaten enough.

In the past, although the food was hard to eat at home, I couldn’t be hungry. It was not like now, if the monsters didn’t see him, he would starve to death first.

I really want to go out for a walk and buy some food for a few bites.

The sixth young master of the Meng family in Xiling greedily breathed the smell of food in the air.

Suddenly, his hand shook and a copper coin flew out.

He exclaimed, turned over and jumped out of the window, stretched out his hand to grab the falling copper plate. But he was too hungry and his body became weak, and he actually grabbed the empty ones.

The copper plate fell on the stone road with a "ding" sound.

The young man in green clothes rolled down and slapped him on the copper plate.

Someone happened to walk out of the inn and frowned when he saw him.

He quickly picked up the copper plate, looked back and said, "This is what I dropped!"

"Oh……"

Hearing this short laugh as if ridiculed and disdainful, the handsome young man's face slowly turned red.

He coughed twice, got up and walked towards the inn. He didn't expect that halfway through the journey, and a waiter came up: "Young Master Meng! Where is the room money tomorrow?"

The person in front of the inn let out that kind of ridiculous laughter again.

He looked at the waiter, looked distressed, and he was still holding the copper coin in his hand.

The waiter immediately said, "Are you still looking for the Raush Fox Demon?"

He was not old and had a loud voice. As soon as he shouted, everyone in the inn could hear it.

"Hey, this young man is looking for a fox demon!"

"Hahahaha, there are no fox monsters in the world. Why not, go find a fox to pay for the house."

"It's true! You should go hunting foxes!"

The laughter sounded.

The waiter pulled the man aside: "It's not that I said you Mr. Meng, but you don't seem to have suffered a lot from you. You're so lucky to find a fox demon. Then the husband eats wine all day long and says drunken words, and he can't believe it at all."

"You, you'd better go home earlier! What kind of fox monsters aren't fox monsters? There's no such thing as monsters in the world. Listen to my advice, you'll leave today."

The young man in blue, standing under the stairs with a backlight, suddenly no expression on his face.

"What he said was not a drunken word."
Chapter completed!