"Yes!"

Snowy nodded heavily. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although it was the first time for Xueyu to enter Xiaochenglou, because of his personal love for Xiaochenglou, he had already understood most of the things in Xiaochenglou clearly.

The tanuki walked up in the hall.

While admiring these treasures everywhere, she said intriguingly: "Alas! Your world is really weird! It's like antiquity, but it's not like antiquity! Some places are different from some of the dynasties I've been to, but some are similar, and some things are reversed, like a melon turning into a bitter gourd! Anyway, it's awkward! ”

"If you come, you will be safe! It's good for the girl to get used to it! ”

At noon, Mei followed behind the Buddha and was inseparable.

"You have a point!"

When the Buddha heard Wu Shimei's words, he nodded in agreement.

"I'll just get used to it! I'm all thinking in my head now, and I really can't adapt to you for a while! ”

"Huh? What is it? ”

The Buddha suddenly stopped in front of an old and quaint book in front of the booth.

"Eighty-Eight Styles?"

Could it be some kind of martial arts cheats?

The Buddha saw the strange name of the book and took it down.

"Hey! My sister ...... "Don't look!

Xue Yu suddenly covered his face in embarrassment.

The Buddha was unconscious, and when he saw Xueyu's nervous expression, the whole person was even more curious.

So, she took a strange look at the snow and the afternoon plum, and turned the page casually.

On the left page is a picture of a man and a woman snapping, titled "Old Man Cart".

"Old man cart?!"

On the right page is another picture of a man and a woman snapping, titled "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus".

"Guanyin sitting on the lotus?!"

How could it be...... How could it be these things?

"Smack! ～”

The Buddha closed the book with a blushing face, and hurriedly turned around, hiding the "Eighty-Eight Styles" in his arms, trying to pretend that he had not seen anything.

However, just as she turned around and wanted to pretend that she hadn't seen anything, she found that Mei and Xueyu were looking at her with bitter faces at noon.

Finished! It's a big loss!

The face of the Buddha "brushed" the ground, and it turned red, and the top of his head seemed to be on fire, and it was smoking.

She fell to her knees in the bottom of her heart and began to cry to the sky.

Oh my! Why do you want me to see this kind of book? …… Why did you send two handsome guys to stare at me when I saw this kind of book? …… Is this the rhythm that wants me to die?

The Buddha wanted to cry without tears, so he could only smile awkwardly and try to hide it again and again.

"Huh! ~Hehe! ～…… I didn't see anything! I really didn't see anything! ”

Hearing this, Xueyu rolled his eyes and whistled to himself, and when the white-robed man heard the words of the Buddha, he pretended to cough twice, looking like he didn't believe it.

"Woooooooooooo ～”

The civet just wanted to cry, but at this moment, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Xue Sanqian also watching her not far away.

The Buddha was suddenly annoyed!

Can't let him look down on him!

"Smack! ～”

The civet slammed the book on the display case, almost smashing it.

"What kind of book is this! How could it be placed in such a place? It's still such a conspicuous place! Don't you know how to avoid it? What if someone else sees it? It's excessive! Don't think about anyone else at all! It's excessive!! ”

The Buddha threw down the book, pinched his waist with both hands, and began to reprimand loudly with red ears and red ears.

"Everyone is an adult, what is there not to see! Besides, it's not like just anyone can come in and see my place! ”

At this moment, a clear and graceful man's voice came from upstairs.

The Buddha looked up, but saw a young man dressed in ink-colored cranes, wearing a purple and gold crown on his head, with a red gemstone embedded in his forehead and a feather fan in his hand.

The man's skin is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the spring and summer flowers, the knife cuts the face, the willow sideburns are cut, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach blossoms, the eyes are like autumn water, the lips are like cherry petals, although the face is expressionless, but it is a sight of life, and the autumn waves are secretly sent to the Buddha from time to time, and the bearing is graceful, and it looks like there is a unique charm.

Am I out of luck?

When the Buddha saw such a handsome and bewitching man coming down from upstairs, he couldn't help but be curious.

So, she asked, "Who are you?"

"Under is the owner of the building here, surnamed Yu Mingmo! The "Eighty-Eight Styles" that the girl just watched was collected by traveling around the world and being a good student! I hope the girl will be lenient and advise! …… Three Princes! Son! Six Princes! ”

The man in black walked up to them, waved his hands, and reported his home to the Buddha, and then made a gesture to the snow three thousand, the plum at noon, and the snow region.

Look at him respectfully, as if he knows them!

"Look at how handsome you look, how could you hide such a filthy book!"

The Buddha is still not used to the behavior of Yumo.

"Xiaochenglou's collection is the world's treasure! This treasure is not only limited to gold and silver jewelry, antique jade, but also includes some classic masterpieces left by the ancients, such as this painting~ and this book! ”

"Is this book a classic? This...... This is obviously a little yellow book! ”

When the Buddha heard that this "Eighty-Eight Styles" was regarded as a classic, he was not to mention how unhappy he was.

In her eyes, this is obviously a little yellow book, an out-and-out little yellow book.

"The secret art in the room itself is a kind of knowledge, the ancients were able to study it like this, and worked so hard, why can't it be regarded as a classic?"

Room-Middle-Secret-Technique!

When the Buddha heard these four embarrassing words, his head suddenly felt like boiling water, and he began to smoke "gurgling".

She was ashamed and angry, anxious to refute the words of this named Yumo.

"Huh!? Dedicated? Is this also the result of painstaking efforts? It's ridiculous! This is obviously an old pervert who thinks about some miscellaneous things in his head all day long, and he will write it! ”

The Buddha raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his face was red, and he refused to agree with Yumo's point of view, and this Yumo, deaf and clear-eyed, thoughtful, just from the Buddha's impulsive reaction, he discovered the little secret hidden in the heart of the Buddha.

"Haven't the girls ever been in contact with men? No experience? …… Otherwise, how could the girl be so sensitive to such a thing between men and women? ”

The Buddha was poked in the soft underbelly by the feather ink, and his face couldn't help but turn red. She glanced at Wu Shimei, who was quietly looking at her, and then glanced at Xue Sanqian, who was full of indifference, and her heart began to jump wildly.

What to do? What to do? They must have laughed at it! Ah! What a shame! This time it's a big deal! They're still looking at me! Oops! ~

"I ...... I...... I ......"

The Buddha's eyes sparkled, and his heart was empty.

(To be continued.) )