Campus belle's cultivation master

It's still a sunny day in Yanjing. In the evening, it suddenly began to rain.

It is the so-called autumn rain, a cold, even if the leaves are not yellow, but people also feel the cool of early autumn.

Thick night, such as ink slowly soaked the sky. The dark limousine looks lonely and lonely as it drives slowly through the wet road and the mountains in the suburb of Yanjing.

The car was quiet, only the engine was humming. The raindrops beat on the window glass, fuzzy and hazy. Qin Xiaolian, the owner of the Qin family, sat quietly in the car, looking out of the window at the heavy night, thinking deeply.

The car went on, gradually no street lights, after a piece of cemetery. Those tombstones stand on both sides of the road, just like a standing guard, gazing at the visitors from the bustling world, silent and speechless.

It is said that more than half of the people in Yanjing city were buried here after their death. Even in broad daylight, passing through this place, it's hard to avoid feeling gloomy and depressed.

Human beings are such strange animals. Even though they know that the living are more dangerous, they are more afraid of the dead.

The car sped up and walked for more than half an hour. After passing many cemeteries of different sizes, old and new, it finally left the mountains and entered a slightly open area. Here, the mountain suddenly flattened, as if a woman's soft body contour, so that the driver's face is also a lot of gentle, not just so gloomy.

Around a small lake, take a turn along the stone road, and finally arrive at a manor outside.

The architectural decoration is quite archaic. It looks like some years ago, but it doesn't seem dull. It is more like the private residences of those dignitaries in ancient times.

The limousine stopped steadily. Several servants waiting at the gate rushed down the steps, opened the door respectfully and opened the umbrella for Qin Xiaolian.

Qin Xiaolian leaned out of the car, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughed twice, and immediately asked, "how is she these days?"

"It's very good. I eat well and sleep well. I'm very honest recently. I haven't caused any trouble, but..."

Qin Xiaolian glanced obliquely and asked coldly, "but what?"

"The day before yesterday when she was eating, she secretly took a maid's Jade Buddha away. Fortunately, we found it in time and asked for it back..."

Qin Xiaolian's face was gloomy, and he said harshly, "how many times have I told you that this kind of thing is not allowed in the house. Do you take my words as a deaf ear?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please calm down." The reply nervously wiped the cold sweat on her forehead. "The maid said that it was a relic left by her mother. It was against the rules to wear it close to her. We have already punished him. Please rest assured that this will never happen again. "

"Well, go in and have a look." Qin Xiaolian gave a cold hum, and he was very unhappy. Surrounded by others, he crossed the high threshold and entered the house.

Qin Xiaolian knew very well that his sister was not a weak white lotus. As long as you give her a chance, she will turn over without hesitation. If she ran out and tried to get it back, it would be difficult.

Therefore, Qin Xiaolian has made repeated orders over the years, no matter what kind of jade, beads, or even some special kinds of stones, as long as they can be used to arrange the array, they can never appear in the house. There is no exception!

Seven years ago, his gifted sister, who was commensurate with the maids who served him around, secretly obtained a string of rough polished pearl necklace through the ignorance and kindness of the maids. Then, with two white candles coming out of the dining room, a three story attic collapsed.

If there were not many strong guards in the house, they would have been escaped by this cunning fox

Qin Xiaolian saw the horror of Rune array. Since then, he has been more vigilant. He strictly ordered the people in the house to change once a month and try to avoid talking to his sister.

Rain is still falling, there is a trend of gradual amplification, hit on the green eaves green tiles, rustling.

It looks very cold here. But everyone knows that in addition to the dense electronic monitoring equipment, there are countless pairs of eyes in all directions, silently observing all this.

Qin Xiaolian walked through many courtyards, and finally stopped in front of a small attic and asked, "has she eaten yet?"

"Yes."

"Well, prepare some snacks for me. I haven't eaten them yet." Qin Xiaolian finished his orders and went in alone.

The room is spacious and well decorated. The light sprinkles on the furniture, showing soft luster and warmth.

The two maids were sitting in the corner of the room, which was remote enough to observe the whole environment. After all, they were here as monitors.

Seeing that Qin Xiaolian was coming, they busily got up, bowed down respectfully and cautiously, but did not speak.

They are all deaf and dumb. Only in this way can they be safer and avoid being bewitched by the owner of the attic.

Qin Xiaolian stopped and asked, "where is she?"

Although the two maids couldn't understand him, they could guess the general situation according to the shape of their mouths. They reached out and pointed upstairs.

Qin Xiaolian nodded, supported the handrail and went upstairs.

Up the stairs, you can see a small living room with bookcases, tables and chairs, screens, and a folding bed with thick purple fluffy cushions in front of the window.

A woman with a fair cheek has a leisurely look. She was sitting on a folding bed in her loose and comfortable pajamas, leaning against the windowsill and concentrating on embroidery.

She is not really beautiful, but she is born with affinity. She has a gentle and calm temperament, like a quiet orchid in an empty valley. Even at a glance, you can see that she is a lady of noble birth and excellent cultivation.

Qin Xiaolian slowly approached, looked up and saw that on the red embroidered cloth was a gorgeous peony. The embroidery work is flawless. Even those old embroidery workers who are older have to feel inferior to themselves.

He frowned and said in a deep voice, "what do you do with this kind of embroidery?"

"The baby is 21 this year." The woman didn't lift her head and said with a smile, "he should have someone he likes. This is what I prepared for my daughter-in-law. Can you manage it?"

Qin Xiaolian clenched his fists, his eyes turned, and he was angry: "Qin Xiangyun! I advise you not to dream! You'll never get out of here unless you're dead! "