Qin Dynasty snare people

A small home, a hut.

The oil lamp was not very bright, and the flickering candlelight made the room flicker.

Near the oil lamp.

A figure knelt down gently and sat aside. Under the illumination of the candlelight, the figure stretched very long and appeared on the wall.

The black hair slipped down and draped behind her like a waterfall.

She is extremely beautiful and clear without makeup, with picturesque eyebrows, and a focused and serious expression. She is sewing a cotton-padded jacket for a child in an unfamiliar way. She pauses from time to time, thinking about it, and then continues.

On the bed beside.

The little guy was sleeping soundly and soundly. He murmured from time to time, causing the woman to reveal a beautiful smile.

A simple life is the happiest time in a woman's life.

Dong dong~

At this moment, a familiar knock on the door suddenly came from outside the hospital.

A flash of surprise flashed through Jingli's cold eyes. He obviously didn't expect that Luo Yan would come back so late.

Then he seemed to think of the agreement between Luo Yan and himself.

He stood up slowly, stretched out his hand to tie up his scattered hair with a thin rope, and poked out his delicate white feet.

The cute little fingers are slightly curled, looking a little delicate.

It doesn't quite match the cold temperament of the Frightened Salamander.

After putting on his shoes, he slowly walked outside the house.

. . . . . . .

Luo Yan waited outside the house for a while before he heard the footsteps of Jing Salamander that did not stop.

His current strength can be considered to be in the first-class ranks, but he still lacks some practical experience, but his perception is no weaker than those of the veteran masters.

In the words of Jing Salamander, Luo Yan is extremely talented in perception.

It's a pity that my heart is not pure~

Creak~

Soon the door was opened, and Jingyu wearing a loose nightgown appeared in Luo Yan's sight.

At that moment, Luo Yan had an amazing feeling.

Luo Yan especially liked the hairstyle of Jing Salamander. He liked this kind of hairstyle that was simple and tied behind his back without too many complicated hairstyles.

Jing salamander nodded slightly to Luo Yan as a greeting, then walked sideways towards the house. She was used to opening the door by herself and Luo Yan closing the door.

Life is all about habits.

After living under the same roof for a long time, it was easy for them to adapt to each other.

Of course, it also depends on the person and their personality.

Are you hungry? I brought you wontons.

Luo Yan closed the door and then strode forward. He easily caught up with the Jing Salamander who was waiting for him. He picked up the wontons in his hand and said with a smile.

Jing Salamander's beautiful eyes blinked slightly, glanced at the wontons in Luo Yan's hand, and said softly: You're not hungry, you can eat.

That's okay.

Luo Yan was not polite and nodded in response.

When Jing Salamander said he wasn't hungry, he was obviously not being polite, but he really wasn't hungry.

I'll talk to you about something later.

Luo Yan thought about it and felt that he needed to reveal the next thing to Jing Salad. There was no need to hide this kind of thing from the people next to him.

Jing salamander glanced at Luo Yan and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

. . . . . .

at the same time.

Xinzheng, General's Mansion.

In the luxurious hall, several dancers were dancing, their sleeves fluttering, and there were musicians playing music beside them, ringing bells and striking chimes, and the music was melodious.

The target of these people's pleasure is naturally the owner of this hall.

General Ji Wuye.

Ji Wuye sat on the couch, in a semi-relying posture, holding the wine prince in his palm. His face was ferocious, full of flesh, and he felt a bit unruly and self-defeating. His chin was covered with beard, and he looked extremely rough. He was wearing sturdy armor and was decorated with a red cloak, which made him look a bit like a general.

Ji Wuye was obviously in a good mood at this moment, and his palms were swaying to the rhythm.

Drink~

Ji Wuye poured the wine into his mouth in one gulp. As the spicy feeling spread, the joy in his eyes became a little stronger. He glanced at the reserved Zuo Sima Liu Yi next to him and raised his head. , laughed and said: What are you holding? This is the finest wine contributed by Tiger. It is worth thousands of gold, and the taste is even more exquisite. Try it.

It's General, this is indeed good wine!

Zuo Sima Liu Yi completely lost his aura outside, let alone the ferocity towards his wife. He was like a pug. After hearing this, he took a small sip, and then said to Ji Wuye with a smile on his face.

Do you need to tell me if the wine is good?

Ji Wuye snorted lightly, and then continued: Tell me, what are you doing here, General?

I'm here to introduce a great talent to the general. This person is now a rare commodity and has been targeted by Lord Anping, Lord Longquan and the Fourth Young Master.

When Zuo Sima Liu Yi heard this, he knew it was time to get down to business. He took a few steps forward, walked up to Ji Wuye, and reported respectfully.

Great talent? How talented can one be?!

Ji Wuye sneered when he heard this and said disdainfully.

Over the years, he has met many so-called great talents. No matter how powerful these great talents are, can they compare to the sword in his hand and the power in his hand?

In this Xinzheng, besides the King of Han, Ji Wuye is the Tu Emperor.

Whoever wants to die must die; whoever wants to live, even death is a luxury.

No ability at all.

How could he, Ji Wuye, dominate the government and control most of South Korea's military forces?

General, the talent this time is different from the past. He can make money, and he can make a lot of money. According to the observation of his subordinates, this person's ability to make money is even better than the Emerald Tiger. If the general gets him, he will be even more powerful. !”

Zuo Sima Liu Yi pursed his dry lips and said slowly.

He knew that what he said was a bit of a gamble.

If he doesn't say it, none of this has anything to do with him.

But if he tells it, then this matter has something to do with him. If Luo Yan is really talented, that's it. If not, Ji Wuye will not let him go.

When things developed to this point, Sima Liu Yi couldn't help but hesitate.

After all, there are too many people staring at Luo Yan now. If he is not careful, he won't even be able to drink soup.

oh?!

When Ji Wuye heard this, his expression was slightly startled, and then he became serious. He raised his hand to stop Xiu Yue and the dancing girl below, stood up slowly, walked to Zuo Sima Liu Yi, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: Are you kidding? More powerful than a tiger?!

Ji Wuye has been most interested in two things in his life.

The same is power, the same is money.

If you want to gain status, gain power, gain identity, and control the life and death of others, you must have these two things.

Quan, Ji Wuye has now reached the peak. The next step is to advance to the nobility, but the nobility is not so easy to advance. It needs the blessing of blood. Without noble blood, no matter how high the status is, there will be no other benefits. People admit it.

Ji Wuye is in short supply of money right now. No matter how much he has, it won't be enough.

The army, dead soldiers, winning people's hearts, etc.

Which one doesn’t require money?

Ji Wuye takes in a lot of money every year, but also spends a lot.

In this day and age, if you don’t have any money, who will work hard for you? !

Ji Wuye understood this truth when he was eighteen years old.