"Out of the palace?" Mengbai was lying on an old green bamboo chair, the scroll in his hand rattling in the wind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a little gray-clothed eunuch half-kneeling on the ground, and he replied respectfully: "Yes." This evening, the princess took Ping'er out of the palace. was originally stopped by the sergeant guarding the door, but was rescued by the third prince. ”

Mengbai squinted: "Third prince, interesting." He chuckled and waved his hand. The little eunuch turned and left.

"Kitten, you're really uncomfortable." Mengbai talked to himself helplessly, came to the table, unfolded his pen and ink and began to write a letter.

The wooden door was opened with two taps.

"The Lord has sent a message." Concubine Li closed the door behind her and said hesitantly.

"How so?"

"Lord, let's speed up. Within this year, the battle is resolved. ”

Mengbai raised his head and frowned slightly, "That kitten seems to have more and more ideas of its own, I'm afraid it's not easy to do." ”

"We just have to do our best, and as for her thoughts, let her go up and talk to the Lord about them."

Mengbai looked at Concubine Li quietly, slightly surprised in her heart, she seemed to be hostile to Qingge.

After writing a short handwritten letter, put it into a thin bamboo tube tied to the leg of the rice grain. Mi Li'er flew out and flew towards the outside of the palace.

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"Sweet and fragrant rock sugar gourd ......"

Qingge sat in the private room of the most famous restaurant in the capital, Yaneiju, holding his chin with his palm, watching the crowds of people downstairs.

It turns out that the nightlife of the ancients is quite rich.

As night falls, this bustling street is filled with colorful satin-wrapped lanterns to attract customers.

Out of nowhere, the streets are filled with people, restaurants, ready-to-wear shops, and teahouses.

Luckily, they arrived early to get the perfect view.

In the distance, the majestic golden roof of the palace is blurred in the night market, like the lost corpse of a giant beast, abandoned by the bustling crowd.

Suddenly, a small colored cloud flew from that side, approached little by little, quickly swept in front of the window of Qingge, and disappeared outside the eaves of the restaurant.

"Rice grains? Ping'er, is that a grain of rice? Qingge excitedly pushed Ping'er, who was immersed in eating fiercely.

It's rare for Ping'er to go out of the palace, and she has never eaten the best dishes in the world, and her face is about to fall into the plate, so naturally she didn't see it.

He raised his head, licked his lips, and said, "Male...... Male,"

Qingge glared, startling him, "Father-in-law, this rice grain is in the palace, you are dazzled." ”

"Will he also be out of the palace?" Qingge's heart was faintly excited. This "he" is naturally a dream white.

"You eat first, I'll walk around." Qingge said that he was about to go out.

Ping'er looked at the smoked chicken in her hand in embarrassment, "No, the slave has to follow you...... Why don't you wait for me to finish this chicken? ”

"It's against you." Qingge laughed angrily.

In front of another window in Yaneiju, rice grains slowly fell into the hands of a man in a green robe.

The man took out the letter from the bird's back, looked at it twice, took off the shade of the oil lamp on the table, and burned it all.

"Childe, your dishes are ready, please use them slowly." Xiao Er, who delivered the food, lightly slammed the door twice and pushed the door in. lowered his head and prepared the dishes, and then raised his eyes to look at this nobleman.

Xiao Er, who has read countless people, glances at the other party's style, and you can know whether this person has oil and water. Although the noble man in front of him is dressed ordinarily, the fabric is exquisite, the cut is appropriate, and the whole person is straight and loose, and his temperament is noble. That face is even more bluffing, with a turquoise mask, revealing only two eyes and a perfectly contoured chin, which makes people wonder what kind of soul-stirring face this face has.

Xiao Er was stunned, and forgot to say some auspicious words to ask for money.

"Thank you." The nobleman nodded at him, a faint smile on his lips.

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Qingge got rid of Ping'er and wandered around the largest restaurant in the capital by himself.

It's meal time, and all the private rooms are crammed. Through the hidden doors, there were many private rooms with the sound of glamour.

"Uncle Fang, is the slave's wine delicious?"

"Jiu'er's wine is naturally delicious, but it's not as delicious as you."

"Uncle Fang, you are so bad."

Qingge overheard this passage and trembled uncomfortably. I saw a thin woman holding a pipa and walking towards the room. Straight into the light song. A big living man was in front of her, and she didn't even see it.

"I'm sorry." The man seemed to wake up from a dream and said lightly.

Qingge also nodded slightly. Keep strolling.

"Yo, Xiaoqian is here." The voice known as Uncle Fang came noisily. Listening to the light song, his brows furrowed.

"What does Master Fang want to hear?" The woman's voice was still low.

"Of course, I want to hear your voice." The-duck-voiced Uncle Fang was extremely vulgar, and his voice was so loud that the whole floor could hear it, causing the shopkeeper who delivered the food to stop at the door, and the guests who came and went stopped at the door to watch.

The woman did not speak, and a crisp lute poured out.

"You don't pretend to be garlic with me." Uncle Fang probably felt that this woman ignored him, stroked his face, and launched a ruthless attack: "Don't look at it, your father is still in prison, and your brother is still waiting in bed to take medicine." ”

The sound of the lute suddenly stopped.

"If you obey me here today, someone on our side will do what he says, and he will let go of your Bai family when he goes back, if you don't want to, you can go to the underworld to reunite."

This is a classic drama of forcing good people to become prostitutes. But the problem is that this is a restaurant, not a flower building. This Uncle Fang is really shameless, robbing the people's girls in the place where everyone comes and goes and eats, this is a live broadcast for everyone.

Qingge looked at the crowd of onlookers around him, gathering more and more. The shopkeeper was also pulled over by Xiao Er.

As soon as he heard the voice inside, he waved his hand and said, "This uncle can't take care of it, whoever dares to take care of it, everyone will disperse." ”

Most of these people are sanctimonious men, and where is such a fragrant and exciting live broadcast scene willing to disperse, they all stretch their necks to listen to the movements inside.

"You see, there are more and more people out there. Do you want to come now, or do you want to wait for more people to come back? Annoyed uncle, I opened the door. ”

Qingge trembled when he heard it, how twisted this person's heart was.

There was another moment of silence, followed by the screeching of tables and chairs moving.

"That's good."

Her body slammed into the table, and the thin woman let out a painful sound. The man surnamed Fang slammed the woman against the table.

Immediately afterward, the sound of stabbing and tearing cloth showed the abuser's orderliness.

"It's so slippery, it's so fragrant." He let out a slurry saliva licking sound.

Let the people outside also gurgle and spit. The light song is simply disgusting to the extreme.

Suddenly, there was a snap, "You call me!" "Two more "pops". It's the sound of a wide palm slapping on the buttocks.

Qingge couldn't bear it anymore, so she pushed aside everyone and walked straight forward.

When I pushed hard, the door locked from the inside and didn't open it.

"Let's go, let's go," Qingge took a few steps back and kicked hard at the thick wooden door.

The people behind him were so shocked that the birds and beasts scattered. For fear that the uncle inside would misunderstand the door he kicked in.