"Why are you bothering?" Qin Yao raised his hand and patted Qin Jue's shoulder, "Being so close won't make me suffer even more? This girl's heart is harder than a stone. She can't go back, I'm afraid... …I really can’t turn back.”
Qin Jue glanced at him with a wry smile, "It doesn't matter, it's better than not being able to see."
Qin Yao shook his head, did not try to persuade her any more, and looked downstairs through the window.
As soon as Ni Tian left the main entrance of the auction house, he was blocked by the Seventh Elder Tieguai who rushed towards him.
The old man's face was filled with suppressed anger and he couldn't hold back. "Girl, what do you want? Why are you holding my brother hostage? Please make a condition, how can I let him go?"
"Release?" Ni Tian glanced at the seventh elder, "It depends on how I feel."
"Depends on your mood?" The seventh elder suddenly became furious, "What, what do you mean depends on your mood?"
"If you're in a good mood, just let it go. If you're in a bad mood, just have fun. No matter how confused you are, I don't care if I invite you to enter my closed box and play with your old brother." A pyramid-shaped closed box was revealed, with a strange smile on his face.
She was very polite to the lackeys around Prince Lute now. If this old man was unkind, she wouldn't mind giving him a ride.
"Seventh Elder." The young man behind him came forward, "What should we do with the Seventh Elder? Should we let the Sixth Elder be locked in a closed box?"
The seventh elder's eyes were filled with anger, "Go, inform the owner of the village and the experts in the clan, and ask them to come over as soon as possible."
"Yes." After the boy left quickly, the seventh elder rolled his sleeves bitterly and left.
On the way to the inn, passing by an alley, the seventh elder suddenly stopped and turned around alertly.
There was no one at the entrance of the alley. A few fallen leaves on the old trees were blown by the wind and slowly fell to the ground.
The Seventh Elder felt slightly relieved and secretly sighed, it turned out that he was suspicious.
He turned around and was about to go on his way, when his eyes suddenly opened wide. The blood-stained sword edge penetrated through the seventh elder's chest and came out of the back with a pop.
As the seventh elder's body shrank, a man wearing a black hood appeared silently in the alley.
The white silk brushed the blood-stained sword edge and landed lightly on the seventh elder's waist.
The sun shone on the man's smooth chin, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His figure moved slightly, turned into a black light, and quickly disappeared from the place.
After a while, a middle-aged man with a square face led two young men and women into the alley. The three of them wore uniform white robes, but the belts around their waists were of different colors to highlight their different status.
"Huh?" The middle-aged man frowned and quickly came to the seventh elder who fell to the ground. He felt for his pulse and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.
Raising his hand to pick up the white silk floating beside the seventh elder, the man suddenly burst into laughter, clenched the silk in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "Carry the person into the palace, there will be a good show."
After Ni Tian left the auction house, he didn't rush to find Jun Lin, so he walked slowly and leisurely towards the prince's mansion.
The streets are busy with cars and people coming and going.
Ni Tian walked at a leisurely pace, stopping and walking, buying something delicious and fun when she saw it. She went back and bought a few shovels, shovels and other tools, planning to let the idle beasts help her plant flower seeds. Tree, decorate the empty Fuxi Pagoda.
Ever since Fuxi Tower spread out into a paradise, she hasn't had time to take care of it. Thinking about it now, she feels a little excited.
"Sister, sister, buy some seeds, sister. These seeds will bloom into very beautiful flowers, sister, sister." A hand covered with mud suddenly grabbed one end of her belt.
Ni Tian turned around and saw a pair of big black eyes full of pleading. The little girl was only four or five years old. She had a pair of bare black feet, a rag, and a linen belt around her waist.
A pair of small hands tightly clasped a thin bamboo sieve, with a layer of inconspicuous seeds spread inside.
No matter how hard-hearted a girl is, facing such a little thing, even an iceberg will melt. She raised her hand to rub the little guy's gray head, and nodded in a gentle voice, saying,
"Okay, my sister bought it. My sister bought it all."
The little girl's eyes lit up, her mouth opened, and she revealed a smile brighter than the sun, "Two copper coins, sister."
Ni Tian touched her head, took out the wrinkled little purse from his waist, hung it on her body, "Hold it, don't drop it."
With a twist of his wrist, under the little girl's eager eyes, he put all the seeds into the bracelet space, and then stuffed the diabolo screen into her arms again.
"It's so wicked. You should treat a six or seven-year-old child like this!"
"It's terrible!"
"The son of the Chancellor of Finance often dominates this street."
"Okay, okay, don't say any more. If his minions listen, no matter how many lives you take, they won't be enough to beat you."
"That kid is really stubborn. His life is almost at risk. What are you doing holding on to that bead?"
The little girl who was holding on to the corner of Nitian's belt suddenly opened her mouth and cried loudly. She spread her short legs and ran towards the crowd in front, "Sister, sister."
Ni Tian frowned. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he was worried about the little girl rushing over, so he followed her over to take a look at the situation.
Besides, this place is not far from Yongxiu Road where the Prince's Mansion is located. If someone dares to hit someone in front of the Prince's Mansion, she would like to see who is the one who has the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard.
Pushing aside the crowd and moving closer to the front, Ni Tian slightly squinted his eyes and stared at them coldly.
The one who kicked someone on the field was a young man with a fat head and big ears. Judging from his appearance, he and Finance Minister Butz were definitely carved out of the same mold. If they said that the two were not father and son, no one would believe it.
What kind of father should raise what kind of son? I am a pig, and my son is even worse than a pig!
The young man kicked a woman. She was 40 years old, huddled on the ground with her back hunched over, and a lot of blood dripped from her mouth. When he turned aside from the crowd and looked over, the woman had been kicked and only half of her body was left alive.
With a breath, holding on to a trace of consciousness before waking up, he held the child tightly in his arms to prevent the child from being trampled by the man.
The child looked six or seven years old, with a pair of dark eyes and an extremely stubborn look. His left hand was clutching his chest, his right hand was hanging by his side, his fingers were bent, and his hand bones had been broken by being stepped on.
If it had been any other child, he would have been crying long ago, but not only did this child not cry, there was not even a trace of tears in his cold eyes.
Ni Tian looked at her and found a trace of her past in the child.
"He Mom! Sister." The little girl selling seeds squeezed into the crowd with her short legs and ran towards the woman.
The little sister in the woman's arms was startled when she heard this. She raised her head suddenly, with a hint of panic in her eyes. She opened her mouth and shouted, "Sister, don't come here. Run."