The demon girl turned her face away and took a serious look at the spoiled young master for the first time.
He looked at her, half-smiling but not smiling: "Sometimes being too handsome can lead to troubles."
The Demon Lady suddenly felt that he was no longer so cunning, and that he was more pleasing to the eye.
only……
She looked at Zi Gu Zi's hand that took her wooden box. Could this person be a little too familiar?
As if he noticed her gaze, Qu Luo raised his head with a bun in his mouth, his eyes bright, which easily reminded people of some kind of animal.
Forget it, let him go, he has a lot of buns anyway.
The devil girl thought about it, and seeing that he was eating in a hurry, she poured some red date water from the big cup and handed it to him.
Then, she turned her head and continued to look at the scenery outside the window, as if whoever was sitting in the carriage had nothing to do with her.
Of course, Qu Luo noticed this invisible alienation. He turned the small porcelain cup with his slender fingers, and looked at the Demon Girl with a faint cold light in his eyes...
The first stop was Luan County, a small city in Hebei Province today.
The magistrate of Luan County seemed to have received the news a long time ago and was waiting at the inn. Standing in front of him was the prefect who had jurisdiction over a larger area than his.
When a group of people saw the majestic carriage, they rushed to greet it.
They only received news that the people from above had come down, and that the emperor had returned to the capital early, leaving several young masters behind to "take care of the aftermath."
The word "remedial action" sounds nice, but in fact, they were not prepared at all for what they were going to investigate.
But thinking back, a group of dandy boys had nothing to worry about as long as they were allowed to drink and eat well, so the prefect brought people to greet them personally.
When the demon girl saw that scene, she understood that she, like Qu Luo, was from a noble family.
The ways of officialdom have been familiar to me since I was a child.
No one knows that the mansions located on the central axis of the Forty-Nine City, close to the palace, and in the four corners of the southeast and northwest are inhabited by truly powerful figures. They once accompanied the founding king to conquer the world, and they already had a high status at that time.
An old man who made great contributions but then retired.
For example, the Hei family guarding the city.
For example, political qujia.
Another example is the Demon Family, which once held military power...
Their children have received "special education" since they were young, and they have learned early on what the so-called relationship is.
That group of people had never seen Qu Luo, but they often saw Hong Jiu.
What is Hong Jiu's identity? The third generation of Hongmiao of the Hong family also has some rights. Not to mention outside, he also has his own status even in the circle in the capital.
The magistrate definitely didn't dare to neglect him. Now that he saw someone coming out, he immediately walked over and saluted and admonished: "The ninth young master is finally here. We have all been waiting for him. Please come quickly!"
"Wait a minute." With a smile on his face, Hong Jiu tilted his head and asked Qu Luo softly: "Brother Luo, let's rest for the night before leaving?"
Qu Luo smiled: "It depends on what you mean."
Hong Jiu was worried now. What did he mean by looking at him? With his brother here, would he dare to make arbitrary decisions?
No, who made this young master laugh so hard that it makes people laugh.
Could it be that poetic girl from the morning?
No, it was fine when I got into the carriage. After I got out of the carriage, I smiled with eyes full of emotion and anger...
"Brother, can we please stop doing this? You laugh so hard that I feel panicked." Hong Jiu was also serious and looked at Qu Luo eagerly.
Qu Luo paused for a moment, put away the coldness in his eyes, smiled and patted his shoulder: "Have a rest for the night, I know you are hungry."
"Okay." After receiving the order, Hong Jiu walked up to the prefect and said politely, "Thank you, sir."
The magistrate quickly waved his hand: "What the hell, Ninth Young Master is so polite." After saying that, he looked towards Qu Luo and said, "I wonder who this young master is?"
"My elder brother." Hong Jiu said casually.
The prefect was shocked when he heard that, who asked the ninth young master to call him brother?
He couldn't help but glance at Qu Luoduo.
The people present immediately exchanged knowing looks, and they all knew who should focus on next.
Originally, there was nothing wrong with the Demon Lady here, but the man who was surrounded by a group of ministers suddenly turned his head and smiled politely: "Miss Demon, please come with us, the prefect should have reserved your place."
The demon girl took her package and raised her eyes slightly, but there was no big wave on her face.
On the other hand, the local magistrate was stunned when he heard this. He obviously didn't expect this female family member to be there. His face was blank, and he quickly said: "Of course, of course, Miss Mo's position has been reserved for a long time."
After saying that, he frowned, feeling that the surname Mo seemed a bit familiar...
However, the prefect will not take this matter to heart. He has only one thought in his head now, to find a way to deal with the young master in front of him!
Qu Luo smiled and said nothing more, still walking like a star over the moon.
The demon girl was excluded from a group of people and followed at the end of the group.
Qu Luo didn't mention her again, and he didn't seem to care about her as much as he thought.
The prefect was curious and asked Hong Jiu: "Who are Miss Mo and Young Master Luo?"
Hong Jiu curled his lips and said, "Don't make random guesses. They have nothing to do with each other. They were just entrusted by the Emperor to Brother Luo to take care of them."
"The emperor told you?" The prefect was surprised again.
Hong Jiu said with a smile: "Master Liang, have you really forgotten or pretended to have forgotten? The emperor has to take some control over the demon family that fell a few years ago. After all, he is the founding general."
"Haha, I understand, I understand." The magistrate raised his eyes and glanced at the Demon Girl again with obvious disdain. If he remembered correctly, this should be the young lady in jail, not worth mentioning.
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The group of people was taken into an antique courtyard. There were many weeping willows planted in the courtyard. They were tall and lush in rows along the edge of the wall. When the wind blew by, they would make a rustling sound.
At the end of the weeping willows, there is a stream. The water is shining, winding all the way from the entrance to the ancient mahogany pavilion. The eaves of the two-story building reflect the sparkling water waves.
A banquet table was prepared in the pavilion, and these seemed to be just appetizers, most of which were fruits and appetizers. The maids were holding wine bottles, standing docilely on one side, with beautiful and upright looks.
If there is a paradise on earth, this will be a place where all men will be happy to miss Shu.
The witch girl seemed somewhat out of place among them.
But it was obvious that Mr. Luo didn't intend to let her go. As soon as she stood up, he held her wrist down and sat down at the table.
His movements were very light and were blocked by his long sleeves, so no one would notice.
The magistrate was pouring wine there and greeted him with a smile: "This is my first time dealing with Mr. Luo, so I'll do my best first!"
"Your Majesty, you're welcome." Qu Luo raised his lips, raised his head, and said uninhibitedly, "This wine is not bad."
The magistrate smiled and said: "The best daughter Hong, there are still many here in the lower official house. Mr. Luo can just open his mouth and drink."
Everyone on the table was enjoying themselves, and the Demon Girl under the table moved her hands. After two attempts to no avail, she stopped moving and only looked at Qu Luo, her narrow eyes clear in black and white.
The two of them didn't look close, and there was even some distance between them. Qu Luo tilted his head in the direction of the prefect. Listening to the words, who could imagine that his other hand was holding her hand?