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Chapter 181 Ertuer, you traitor!

686 BC, early autumn.

After the cock crowed, Bao Shuya suddenly opened his eyes.

In the yard, there were dogs barking and whispering, and dogs whimpering.

Bao Shuya leaned into the crack of the door, looked out, and saw Bai Gan standing in the yard, stretching out his big hand, and stroking the head of the aggrieved and whimpering silly dog.

Then, Bai Gan gently pushed the door of Young Master Xiaobai's room and walked in.

really!

The servant told him that every day before dawn, Baigan would enter the room of the young master Xiaobai, and would only come out after about a quarter of an hour, acting suspiciously.

This surprised Bao Shuya. Could it be that my young master has such a habit?

Baigan, Baigan, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, is this kind of person?
This kind of habit doesn't matter... If Bai Gan has evil intentions and wants to harm the young master...

Thinking of this, Bao Shuya couldn't stay any longer, walked out of the room, licked the silly dog ​​first, then sneaked into Prince Xiaobai's room, and saw Baigan standing in front of Prince Xiaobai's bed in the inner room, whispering talking about something.

As he got closer, he heard Bai Gan chanting over and over again on the son's bedside: "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, Xiaobai, son, Xiaobai, Xiaobai..."

What is this doing?
Bao Shuya was at a loss?
Bao Shuya suddenly heard a "snap" coming from behind him, and when he looked back, it was the silly dog ​​who followed in and knocked off the latch.

The son Xiaobai on the bed didn't hear anything, and slept like a dead pig.

The voice also alarmed Baigan, he turned his head to look, bowed his head slightly to salute, and still muttered: "Xiaobai, son, Xiaobai..."

Bao Shuya suddenly understood, he grabbed Bai Gan:

"Who told you to do this!"

"Young master's order. Xiaobai, Xiaobai, Xiaobai..."

"No, you are murdering the young master!" Bao Shuya stretched out his hand to cover Baigan's mouth.

Bai Gan struggled away: "Young Master ordered you to recite five hundred times a day...Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai..."

"What do you still think about the young master's dementia? Shut up..."

"I'm just following your son's orders, Xiaobai, Xiaobai, Xiaobai..."

While the two of them were tugging, they heard a rustling sound behind them.

It seems that someone moved.

"What are you doing?"

The two turned their heads in astonishment.

"Hi, Uncle Bao, hi, Uncle Bai!"

This way of saying hello...

Bai Gan bowed solemnly: "My lord!"

"Alas..." Bao Shuya sighed, sure enough, the young master lost his soul again...

Gu Xiaobai sat up, rubbed his eyes, and adjusted to the dark light in front of him.

In this era without light pollution, everything is hazy and unclear.

He glanced left and right, and said hello again: "Hi, silly dog."

The silly dog ​​didn't look stupid at all at the moment, he ran up to Gu Xiaobai, put his head closer, and let Gu Xiaobai masturbate.

"How many days have passed since I left last time?" Gu Xiaobai asked Bai Gan next to him.

"My lord, it has been seven days since you left." Bai Gansurong replied, "The subordinates recite your name every day according to the lord's instructions, and there is no waste of a single day."

Bao Shuya always felt that this conversation was a bit weird.

Alas, God knows where the lonely ghost came from, occupying the body of the young master, and the young master's soul does not know where it has drifted, and I don't know if it is suffering...

Young Master's illness has occurred several times recently, and Bao Shuya did not know how many witch wishes he secretly searched for, but he couldn't get rid of it.

Alas, it must be because the level of witchcraft in their Ju country is not good.

Worry.

"My lord, I have sent several people to search around and found some clues in the past few days, but I still haven't found Miss Moth." Bai Gan reported his work first.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Gu Xiaobai said, "I was in the wrong direction. We should find the blind musician. The blind musician's image is more vivid, and everyone's impression should be deeper. If you find him, even if you can't find the little moth , and at least a clue can be found.”

"Hmm..." Bai Gan thought for a moment, "Young Master's words are very true, I will send Bai Tian to deliver the order."

Bai Tian is Bai Gan's nephew. He is energetic, smart, capable and fast, and he is often used as a messenger.

When it comes to running fast, Gu Xiaobai subconsciously thinks of an old friend.

Then I thought of what the police uncle said, in the age without surveillance, the important thing is to visit, and I suddenly had an idea.

"Hmm... visit..." Gu Xiaobai stood up and said, "Let's go, let's meet a friend of mine."

Bai Gan and Bao Shuya looked at each other, and took orders to leave.

Well, I had a good night's sleep, but I couldn't sleep again.

Hastily arrived under the big tree stretching across the canopy, the sky was just bright, Gu Xiaobai identified the direction: "This way!"

The two cars sped forward, and after a short while, they heard some noisy voices coming from the front.

"Huh?" Gu Xiaobai looked up, and saw a black carriage in front of him, as well as a team of Chuichuidada.

This Gu Xiaobai is too familiar, this is the wedding party.

It's just that this team was a little panicked. There were two carriages beside them, and some servants in neat clothes. They all had weapons in their hands and were leading vicious dogs.

The besieged welcoming team panicked, then were driven away and fled in all directions.

Only the royal who greeted the relatives remained.

"It must be a few noble children from the city who have come out to hang out again, and this time I don't know which family's woman they want to harm." Bao Shuya frowned, "Young master, let's avoid it?"

In fact, Gu Xiaobai is not willing to make extravagant problems, this era is too dangerous, and now he is also dependent on others.

But he can't go.

"I seem to see an acquaintance..." Gu Xiaobai sighed, the one driving the car, the one in a formal dress, who is it if it's not Zhongtu?
How can he leave at this time?Could it be that Zhongtu was being bullied?
"Well... Sure enough." Bai Gan said, "My lord, the one on the left is Jing, the legitimate son of the doctor Zhaotu, and the other one is Bie Zisheng, the doctor Chen Hou, both belong to you..."

"Fun friends?" Gu Xiaobai didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Why do I always forget my identity?
Bai Ganpin smacked the words "fun friends and dog friends" and nodded.

"Well, it's them. In the past seven days, you spent three days having fun with them..." Bao Shuya shook his head again and again, a dignified young man hangs around with some doctors' sons all day long, what's the point?

Gu Xiaobai waved his hand, stop talking, stop!
However, since it is an acquaintance, it will be easy to handle.

At least it doesn't look dangerous!

Among the crowd, Zhong Tu was already terrified, but seeing another one coming, he thought he was doomed.

Even if they don't die, I'm afraid this marriage will be over.

Who would have thought that after that person said a few words from a distance and waved his hands, these people would actually retreat.

Then several people who looked rather ferocious and more sturdy and capable came forward.

Zhongtu didn't dare to look up, so he could only lower his head deeply.

Then he heard a familiar voice.

"Second Tuer? Are you married to your sister again?"

"Shibai?" Seeing Gu Xiaobai, Zhongtu was very happy, "No, I'm getting married today!"

Gu Xiaobai immediately darkened his face.

What?Are you married?What about the revolutionary friendship of single dogs?Om?

I didn't even find the little moth, and you are married, it's too much!

Baigan, cut him off for me!

　Last night, I saw the obituary issued by the backstage, and I realized that Grid had passed away...

　　I didn't have many author friends, and I lost one more.

　　Grid is six or seven years older than me, and it was six or seven years ago when we chatted more with Grid, and we were always arguing at that time.

　　We all have broad hobbies and similar tastes, but no one can convince the other.

　　Later, I was busy with family and work, so my contact gradually decreased.

　　After so many years, I found many of his views, which have become my current views.

　　At that time, Grid liked photography. The lx5 I bought for my dad was recommended to me by him.

　　After so many years, lx5 is still not broken, but he is gone.

　　Mixed flavors, the grid goes well.

　　


(End of this chapter)