"You want money to go to the Colosseum to fight dogs?" Murong Xue glanced at him, her voice was calm.
"Yes!" Murong Ye nodded, and admitted without hesitation: In the past few days, he has no money in his hands, and he is bored at home every day, and he is about to get sick from boredom.
Murong Xue's eyes were fixed, and she said leisurely: "It's not impossible for you to ask for money, but there is no free lunch in this world, the money cannot be given to you for free, let's make an equivalent exchange!"
A guy who doesn't want to make progress knows how to fight dogs. No matter how much money she has, she won't give it so readily.
"What is an equivalent exchange?" Murong Ye asked with a smile: as long as the conditions are not too harsh, he can agree.
Murong Xue grabbed a book on the stone table and threw it towards him: "You memorize all the contents of this book, and I will give you ten thousand taels." Just to relieve boredom, I just turned two pages, and now Murong Ye is cheap.
Murong Ye took the book, looked down, and saw the big word "Analects of Confucius" written on the cover, opened the cover, and the pages were full of words, it seemed that his head was as big as a bucket, and he was full of confidence His handsome face became bitter in an instant: "Sister, to me, the words above look like neatly arranged flies. They don't know me, and I don't know them either. Don't embarrass me, okay? "
Murong Xue's bright little face instantly darkened, comparing words to flies, how much does Murong Ye hate reading
"Then go to Uncle Hui and ask him to teach you ten moves. When you have mastered all ten moves, you can come to me and get ten thousand taels of silver."
Murong Ye doesn't like to study literature, so it's useless for her to force him, so let him practice martial arts, Huibo's martial arts is not bad, teaching the current Murong Ye is not a problem at all.
Murong Ye frowned even more when he heard her words, and said bitterly: "Hui Bo teaches martial arts, but only makes people squat, squat, and squat again. I have practiced martial arts with him for ten years. He has just taught me a set of forty-nine moves in martial arts. If I learn ten new moves from him, it will take at least two years, and I will be suffocated to death..."
Murongxue's beautiful little face was so dark that it was about to drip ink. Squatting is the foundation of martial arts. Huibo asked him to squat more because he wanted him to lay a good foundation for martial arts. How stupid!
Faber spent ten years teaching him forty-nine strokes of martial arts. It wasn't that Faber didn't want to teach martial arts, but that Murong Ye was lazy and didn't have a solid foundation. Faber was worried that if he taught too much, it would hurt him...
Learning Chinese is a headache, practicing martial arts is tiring, and it is indeed not as relaxing and happy as dog fighting. This lazy guy really knows how to enjoy life, how to live leisurely.
However, her money here is exchanged for headaches and tiring, so don't try to be carefree.
Murong Xue raised her head to look at Murong Ye, and was about to teach her a few words, when a sharp pain suddenly rose in her chest, her bright little face instantly turned pale and bloodless, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead...
"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that something was wrong with her, Murong Ye took a step forward, held her arm, and touched her bare wrist with his fingertips. It was so cold that there was no warmth at all. His complexion changed drastically: "You Yes... The cold poison has attacked, Hongxiu, Anxiang, go get the medicine quickly!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hongxiu and Anxiang were used to this kind of scene, they agreed again and again, and hurried to the room, their delicate faces showed no signs of panic.
Murong Ye took out the silk handkerchief from Murong Xue's wrist, and gently wiped the sweat on her forehead, comforting her softly like a breeze: "Sister, don't be afraid, you'll be fine after taking the medicine!"
Murong Xue nodded with difficulty. In the memory of the original owner, she had experienced countless episodes of cold poison, and every time she was in excruciating pain, but as long as she took the medicine, the pain would disappear quickly...
"ah… "
"ah… "
Two miserable cries sounded one after the other, Murong Ye followed the sound, and saw a man in black wearing black clothes and a black scarf rushing out of Murong Xue's room, holding a dog tightly in his arms. Sandalwood box.
Anxiang fell at the door, her delicate face was as pale as paper, and she shouted with all her strength: "Eldest young master...he took away the eldest lady's medicine..."
Murong Ye's jade-like eyes narrowed sharply, his toes pointing, and his thin body instantly came up behind the man in black, and slapped him with a wave of his palm: "Put down the medicine!"
As if he hadn't heard of it, the man in black turned sideways to avoid Murong Ye's attack, and started a fight with him.
In an instant, I saw two figures, one black and one blue, up and down, left and right, tightly entangled with each other, and the fierce wind blew the leaves rustling.
The man in black is a grown man with good martial arts. His moves are fast, ruthless, and accurate. His moves are fierce and merciless. Obviously, he has experienced many battles, and his moves and body skills are integrated into one.
On the other hand, Murong Ye is still young, and his martial arts moves are green and single. Obviously, he has practiced less, faced fewer enemies, and lacks flexible use and flexibility. .
Hasty footsteps sounded, and it was the guards of the Hou Mansion who rushed over. The man in black had no intention of fighting, and swung his palm at Murong Ye's chest, intending to seriously injure him, and took the opportunity to escape.
Murong Xue's eyes turned cold, and she forced herself to endure the overwhelming pain, pulled out the soft sword from her waist and jumped to the side of the man in black. After opening his palm, she swung the sword again and again, and the cold light pierced several bloody holes on his left shoulder. !
"Hurry up, the assassin is there, don't let him escape!" The guards of the Hou Mansion ran into the courtyard and surrounded the small courtyard. Murong Xue and Murong Ye blocked the man in black in the middle , he was injured again, unable to escape.
The man in black stared coldly, and slapped the sandalwood box in his arms, only to hear a 'pop', the delicate box instantly turned into fly ash, and the porcelain bottle and the medicine in the bottle were also patted into powder The foam fell to the ground in a fluttering manner, and merged with the yellow-brown soil...
"Fire lotus seeds, younger sister's fire lotus seeds..." Murong Ye picked up a handful of powder, but there was a lot of soil, wood foam, and porcelain foam, and those with little medicine powder could hardly be seen. His black eyes instantly turned red , kicked the man in black fiercely, and rained dense fists on him mercilessly: "You pay us for the fire lotus seeds... My sister wants it to save her life..."
The man in black lowered his head with a dignified expression, without saying a word.
Murong Xue's muscles and veins all over her body were in sharp pain, her throat was dry for a while, she couldn't help coughing a few times, and said weakly: "Brother, don't hit him, he is a dead man, he won't say anything!"
"Dead man?" Murong Ye paused, his dark eyes narrowed sharply, grabbed the man in black by the collar, and said viciously, "Ye Yichen asked you to steal the fire lotus seeds, right? Don't you?" I don't admit it, except for Prince Jing's Mansion and Zhen Guohou's Mansion, no one knows that my sister has cold poison and needs fire lotus seeds to save her life!"