The girl named Xiao He, the frightened look at the devil, made Miss Qiao a little upset!

Where come of inexplicable person, when other people are stupid?

What can I do for you? Do not help is the end of good?

You can't do that.

At this time, he Laosan comes forward with a vicious man, and grabs Miss lotus's arm.

"Take it!" He Laosan is very skilled in the business of skin and meat. Which girl goes to the building and doesn't cry or make trouble?

Just get used to it!

He Laosan waves his hand and drinks angrily, which sounds quite imposing.

"No, no, let me go, let go!"

Little lotus girl looked at the crowd with tears in her eyes. She looked like she was crying, "help me, help me!"

He Laosan had been offended by her for a long time. He slapped her on the cheek impatiently and said angrily, "don't pretend to be pitiful here! I knew it would be so. Why did you play so much in the gambling shop? You asked for it! "

"You guys, do you know how this lady got into the building? She's a gambler herself! Put yourself in. How much money did her brother and sister-in-law fill in in the past years! I can't afford it this time! She also wants to sell her little niece into the brothel to pay her debts! "

"Wow." The crowd was in a uproar.

The melon eaters started gossiping, and they all attacked little lotus.

Xiaohe was flustered, grabbed the scholar's sleeve and cried out, "help me, help me!"

The scholar is obviously at a loss. He is a weak chicken. How can he face so many fierce men? Isn't that a joke?

Seeing Xiaohe twisted his arms, he was about to leave.

"Stop!" cried the crowd

"What are you doing?" A pair of delicate boots embroidered with plum blossom appeared in the eyes of all.

I saw a 15-year-old girl, in the way of several servants in blue, came to the public.

The round and smooth face is very bright and clean and white. It's done in a girl's bun. It's only beautiful and lovely, not much beautiful.

"A bunch of big men bully a weak woman, don't you want to be shameful? It's ridiculous! " The young girl scolded and looked up at her chin. "Don't let me go!"

Seeing the turning point, Xiao He turned to the little girl in surprise and joy, cried, "Miss, Miss help."

Chen Chefu sat on the shaft, skillfully holding up the whip and looking at the direction of ink lotus.

Mo Lian reached out and put the little guy in the car. "Joe, you're not tired. Go to sleep first. I'll ask you to come out for dinner at noon."

Trees have little heads.

She knew the purpose of ink lotus. She could roll into the peach garden Star wave and come out at any time when she was in the carriage.

After putting Qiao Qiao in the car, eight people, Mo Lian and Zou Huan, got on their horses and went with the car.

Naturally, the crowd separated to the left and right, making way for a not too wide passage. It would take a lot of effort for the carriage to pass.

Fortunately, chenchefu has a good handle. There is a model to drive.

Molian is a meddler. He doesn't even pay attention to this farce. A few people leave the crowd.

A cold wind blows up the curtain, and the tree is holding down its head to play with a delicate warm hand stove.

I didn't notice a person passing by the window, but suddenly I stopped and turned around. A pair of eyes like stars in the cold night fixed on her for a while.

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