"I said, have you forgotten the purpose of coming here?" Mrs. Xiang kindly reminded the nightingale. *With* dream* small* say http://www.suimeng.l

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When he came out, Liu Yanqing told himself that the prince of Qi Zhenguo also came here. In this way, maybe this prince has a thousand-year-old snow lotus on him, if he doesn't find him, the chance of getting the snow lotus will increase a lot, but how can he be singled out from thousands of people.

The people who can come to this lantern festival are not simple characters, and the nightingale has no direction in his heart, so he can't look for it and shout in the street with great fanfare.

"What's wrong?" Looking at the nightingale's preoccupied face, Mrs. Xiang felt very strange, didn't she still have a good time just now?

"It's fine. What is the reason why Mrs. Xiang wants to enter the Lantern Festival? The nightingale asked Mrs. Xiang rhetorically, did she think that she had much face to let her go of her past suspicions.

"This has nothing to do with you." Mrs. Xiang replied angrily.

"How can we say that we are also grasshoppers on a rope, how can we say that it is none of my business?"

"I said that it has nothing to do with you, if you are long-winded, I will go back." Mrs. Xiang is angry?

It is said that this woman is fickle made by water, and this Mrs. Xiang must be changed by boiling water, which is not only fickle but also dangerous.

"Does Mrs. Xiang know Qi Zhenguo's lantern?" I just vaguely remember that Biyue said that the lanterns in this lantern festival represent the people of this country, and if you can find the person with the lantern of Qi Zhenguo, then the scope will be reduced by more than half.

"Are you a pig?" Mrs. Xiang asked Nightingale in disbelief. Then he pointed to a storefront with a lantern not far away.

"See? All these lanterns came out of there. You just go and tell the guy in the store to ask for a lantern of Qi Zhenguo. ”

Nightingale suddenly felt that after coming to this place, his IQ had been cut by half.

"Wait. What are you doing here? Mrs. Xiang stopped the nightingale who was about to leave.

"I'll go get a lantern!" Nightingale replied with a confused expression.

"You're a pig, huh? You are with me now, I am Miss Tong, you are now carrying a lantern of Qi Zhenguo, you are looking for death? The anger in Mrs. Xiang's heart had burned to her brows. I can't wait to pull this girl down and beat her to death.

"Follow me."

"Oh" Nightingale only felt stunned by this Xiang lady.

"See?" Mrs. Xiang pointed to a clothing store and went to buy two men's clothes.

"Bought it back, and then what?" The nightingale suddenly felt that this Xiang lady was really calling. I'm an errand runner now.

"Let's go! Why are you stunned? Mrs. Xiang had a bad look.

I have come to a restaurant next to the restaurant, and when I saw the restaurant, I saw a room full of all kinds of people, all dressed extraordinary, and the instruments were magnificent. It can be seen that these are some big shots. These are all people from different countries?

"Objectively, please." When Mrs. Xiang and Nightingale just arrived at the door, the shopkeeper greeted her.

"Is there any room available?" Mrs. Xiang is an acute child.

"Some young ladies are really timely, we happen to have two first-class rooms here." The little second brother replied politely. It's just a miscellaneous though. However, even if he is just a handyman, he knows that the people who can enter Dongcheng now are the people he can't afford to mess with.

"Okay, give me two superior rooms. I'm going to put this girl next door to me. There is also the arrangement of an old mother to come over, and she must be able to make up. Mrs. Xiang commanded. After saying that, he gave the nightingale a look.

For a person like Mrs. Xiang, who has always only made people call, I guess I can't even comb my hair. Look, no, you're going to have to pay for it out of your own pocket again.

"Two superior rooms, plus a dressing mother. It was a total of 50 taels of silver. The innkeeper lowered his head and made calculations, and did not even look at the nightingale.

"50 taels? Why don't you grab it? The nightingale screamed in shock.

"Why is it too expensive? If it's too expensive, go to another house, there are still a lot of people here who don't have a place to live. "The owner of the hotel looks like you can't live it. Angered Nightingale so much that he almost wanted to tear down his shop.

Mrs. Xiang looked at the nightingale and coughed dryly.

"Give!" Reluctantly, the nightingale took out a certain amount of 50 taels of silver and placed it on the table.

"Take them up!" The hotel owner bit the silver with his teeth, and then ordered the shopkeeper.

The nightingale was so distressed that he had saved up so much money for so long, and he had spent half of it in less than a day after he had come here. This Mrs. Xiang is really the type who eats people and doesn't spit out bones.

He shopkeeper turned left and right to the third floor. This hotel is made of pure wood. The distance between floors is not particularly high. All the rooms have delicate carved window grilles on the doors, and the corridors are spacious on both sides, and there are some indoor flowers and plants on both sides of the road. It's pleasant to watch.

Tossed and turned, I went to the so-called superior room, opened the door and looked over. It was just a large table of eight immortals placed on the periphery of the room. There was also a coffee table on the table, and behind a beaded curtain was a large sandalwood bed, covered with a red silk brocade quilt, and hung with a purple Liuxian tent. There is also a large wooden barrel on the west side of the room, and a large bronze mirror on the east side.

It's not particularly gorgeous, but it looks like it's comfortable. Although that being said, for such a room to cost 50 taels, the nightingale's psychology is still extremely uneven.

"This is Miss's room, can you see if there are any other problems?" The shopkeeper was still waiting. Waiting for Mrs. Xiang to have any other instructions.

"You go down first. I'll let the girl inform you of anything. Mrs. Xiang sat by the mirror and mended her outfit by herself.

"Okay. If the guest officer has any problems, he can ring the bell at the door. After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he retreated.

I heard the door creak and shut. Mrs. Xiang slowly got up and tiptoed to the window to take a look. Then tie the door shut.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and change your clothes! Mrs. Xiang turned and roared at the nightingale.

"Change of clothes?" Does it say............

Before the nightingale could react, Mrs. Xiang took off her coat. There is a red belly pocket left, to be honest, this Mrs. Xiang is really in good shape. Fair skin, the convex and the convex. Xiaoman's waist is slender, and his slender white legs are delicate.

The nightingale swallowed secretly.

"Come and help. Why are you stunned? I saw Mrs. Xiang take a piece of white cloth and wrap it around her chest.

"Use some strength." It took a long time, and finally Mrs. Xiang was wrapped like a mummy. Then put on a coat. A living handsome boy.

Mrs. Xiang removed the decorations from her hair, and her jet-black hair fell out. It's still quite pleasing to the eye. But why didn't Ye Ze treat her so badly? The nightingale sighed to herself.

"Why are you still stunned?" Mrs. Xiang looked at the nightingale with displeasure.

"Look at the men on the table." The nightingale swallowed. Do you want to wear this yourself? 、

"Hurry up and put it on." Mrs. Xiang is used to giving orders to others. It doesn't matter if you accept it or not, like it or not.

Seeing that the nightingale was indifferent, Mrs. Xiang stopped doing it, "Do you want to go out like this?" If we are recognized, you and I are dead. ”

Although reluctant, but now Mrs. Xiang is right, she is still in a state of being hunted down, if she is recognized, this is a big disadvantage.

The nightingale slowly took off her coat, and Mrs. Xiang stopped doing it, grabbed the nightingale, and the kung fu nightingale was only left with a red belly pocket in three strokes and five divided by two.

Then Mrs. Xiang picked up the bandage, and looked at the nightingale's regrettable breasts. Then silently wrapped her around her waist.