After the fight, Shen Qingyu was in a good mood.

After sending the two entourages back to the Four Seas Gambling House, the young man walked slowly and leisurely on Chang'an Street.

Suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder from behind, and she looked back.

The handsome young man in red pursed his thin lips, his brows were slightly curved, his face was full of entanglement, and he held a delicate wooden box in his drooping hand.

Seeing his strange expression, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

His eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth moved, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

It's over, the sick beauty is now in men's clothes, and even her voice has become a man's!

She didn't know the storm and waves set off in his heart, and the stinky boy Sheng Jingchen was deliberately trying to whet her appetite.

Her little face sank, and she fell: Don't say it, just turn around and leave.

Seeing this, he grabbed her, and the words became "Sick beauty, can you take a step to speak?"

Quietly withdrawing her hand, she glanced at him, then nodded.

As his warm little hand pulled away, he curled up in his palm, trying to leave that little residual warmth.

The sky is clear and cloudless.

Sitting in this pavilion with air on all sides is also a pleasure.

She held her chin and looked at him lazily: "Say it!"

The latter squeezed his brows, closed his eyes and opened them, bit his lip, and looked like he was at home: "Sick beauty!"

"Hmm~"

"Do you like women!" Sheng Xiaohou seemed to have exhausted all the strength of his life.

Shen Qingyu didn't hold back, his elbows slipped, and his chin almost made close contact with the stone table.

But if you can make him die for her, it doesn't hurt to just take the blame.

She showed a frightened expression, stretched her neck, and stared at him directly: "How does Xiao Marquis Sheng know?"

This...... Is this an admit? What the hell is this feeling of being infatuated with the wrong payment again?

The faint mint fragrance that belonged to the woman came with the wind, the beautiful little face was close at hand, the long eyelashes were slightly raised like butterfly wings, and he even seemed to see the thousands of stars hidden in the woman's serious eyes.

The original boredom was dissipated, and a flush quietly crept up on the handsome and boundless face, and Sheng Xiaohouye, who was confused by the beauty, said sluggishly: "You...... Do you really like women?"

She sat back and nodded solemnly.

Sheng Xiaohou was crying, as if the sky was about to fall: "You like women, what should I do?"

Damn, he can't be a woman!?

Why does she feel that Sheng Xiaohou is a little ...... at this moment? Well...... Lovely......

Holding back a smile, she looked away and sighed lightly: "There is no grass at the end of the world, look for it, there is still it." ”

Damn, he looked for it, and his mind fell on her.

He waved his hand irritably, opened his mouth and said: "What are you looking for, it's troublesome, you like women, the master likes you, it's not in the way." ”

Sheng Jingchen really can't get oil and salt! She closed her eyes for a moment with a headache.

"Here you go. ”

Glancing at the wooden box he had forced into her hand, she looked at him with some hesitation.

"What is this?"

The latter proudly looked away: "Can't you look at it?"

Hmph~ Master is so angry!

She rolled her eyes, and slowly opened the small, delicately carved brown wooden box.

Be...... It's rouge!

His afterglow quietly glanced at her expression, looking at the confusion on her face, and the confidence in his heart instantly cooled by half.

"You...... Don't you like it?"

No, after speaking, Sheng Xiaohou wanted to slap her mouth, she said that she liked women, and she looked at it all day long...... I really don't like rouge......

Mistakes, mistakes............

His look let her know that this misunderstanding was really big, and she took a deep breath, trying not to hold back her laughter.

"Although...... That's it...... Thank you, little marquis......"

The reluctance of the woman's appearance really made Sheng Xiaohou feel heartbroken.

After the two separated, Sheng Xiaohou Ye went back to the house and covered his head and fell asleep, crying when he fell asleep.

Uncle Wang was shocked: "Little Marquis, you ...... What's wrong with you?"

The little marquis who was covered in the futon made a slurred voice: "It's okay...... Master...... Master just wants to cry ............"

That night, the bright moon was bright, and Sheng Xiaohou took his unlucky cousin to drink again.

The two sat on the bluestone steps, with dozens of jars of wine in front of them.

After three rounds of wine, Song Zhiyuan had already been defeated, but Sheng Jingchen's guy was like drinking boiled water, holding the wine jar and pouring it violently.

"Tsk, Jingchen! ”

He knew that his cousin's words must have something to do with the young lady in Mofu, and as he spoke, he patted Sheng Xiaohou on the shoulder with relief.

"What the fuck do you know?" Sheng Xiaohou Ye lifted the hand that fell on his shoulder.

"Yes, yes, I don't understand, I don't understand, you know, okay!" Song Zhiyuan spread his hands and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Sheng Xiaohou scolded secretly, and muttered angrily: "That woman is comparable to the master, the sick beauty really has eyes and doesn't know gold and jade." ”

Hearing this, Song Zhiyuan's tiger body was shocked: "What do you mean?"

Literally. Sheng Xiaohou glanced at him coldly.

Song Zhiyuan's eyes rolled around his bones, how could he smell something unusual in this..................

In the end, under Song Zhiyuan's soft grinding and hard soaking, and with the strength of the wine, Sheng Xiaohou said everything as soon as he asked.

Song Zhiyuan was shocked at this time, and Mofu ...... The lady from Mofu likes ...... Like women..................

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Ningguang Pavilion

"I didn't expect that this time, I was recognized by that little slut in advance, if it weren't for Ning'er, you had the foresight to pinch Tang'er's own brother, I'm afraid you would have confessed us last night. ”

Thinking back to last night, Roche was really scared and extremely unwilling.

Mo Qingning filled the pot with tea for Luo's cup, and his voice was soft, but it was full of coldness: "It must be that fool from Tang'er, who accidentally exposed his feet, otherwise how would that slut know?"

Luo took a sip of tea: "Tang'er's cheap maid can be regarded as a well-deserved death." ”

Mo Qingning picked up the cup and rubbed it slightly in his hand: "Ling'er." ”

Ling'er, who was waiting behind her, stiffened her back, lowered her head, and answered.

Unhurriedly, she took out a small yellow paper bag from her sleeve: "Be smart, put this in Grandmother's dinner." ”

Ling'er took it in a cold sweat: "The slave understands." ”

Roche's face changed slightly and asked, "Ning'er, what is this?"

"Mother rest assured, this is the antidote, and after my grandmother eats it, she will get better soon. ”

"Isn't your grandmother's illness a coincidence......?

Mo Qingning smiled gloomily and interrupted Luo's words: "If it weren't for that, would it be so easy to invite Sun Qi into the Mo Mansion to perform such a play later?"

Before the Hundred Flowers Banquet, for a few days, Mrs. Mo's breakfast was made by herself, if it wasn't for the opportunity, how could she deign to run to the kitchen?

Luo looked at Mo Qingning, who was more thoughtful than himself, and felt a little proud and even proud in his heart.

"By the way, mother, where has my cousin been these two days?"

As soon as Luo Hengyang was mentioned, Luo Shi was angry, Mo Qingying was given marriage to the prince that day, she was upset, but after saying two hard words, the kid disappeared.

"It's probably the Qinlou Chu Pavilion in Chang'an!"

"Mother send someone to get my cousin back!"

The corners of the woman's mouth were slightly hooked, and her complexion was mysterious, as if she had a plan.

"What does Ning'er mean?"

Mo Qingning raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his words were heavy: "Just like my mother said, without a Mo Qingying, isn't there still a Mo Nianchu?" Now that my father is back, given time, it is difficult to guarantee that the slut will not run to Ning'er's head." ”

Roche smiled coldly, she had this intention............

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