"Why, won't the princess make this deal with me?" Mrs. Xiang put away the snow lotus in her hand. Follow? Dream? Novel http://www.suimeng.l

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The nightingale frowned slightly. Drooping eyelids.

"Since the princess is so embarrassed, forget it." Mrs. Xiang said and walked to the door.

"Wait, I'll go with you." The nightingale clenched his hands tightly.

Mrs. Xiang smiled back, her face full of pride. A qiē is in her grasp.

Nightingale couldn't say what she felt in her heart, she originally thought that this Mrs. Xiang was just a big-breasted and brainless resentful woman, but she was suddenly led by her nose. It's an amazing feeling. Of course, this wonderful feeling is not a good feeling.

"The princess has been cooperating like this a long time ago, so I don't have to waste so much time." Mrs. Xiang's treacherous plan succeeded, but she couldn't see excitement on her face, and it is estimated that her psychology has already blossomed.

"Let's go." I don't know what medicine is sold in this Xiang lady's gourd, but now I can only improvise.

Mrs. Xiang and Nightingale walked out of the restaurant one after another, spared the streets and alleys, and finally came to a huge restaurant.

Unlike other restaurants, this restaurant is brightly lit and brightly lit.

There were bursts of laughter in the restaurant, and the voice was delicate. It's heart-warming.

A piece of the door is flat and carries the word "Red Mansion" in a big way. Is this called a brothel? The nightingale couldn't say how she felt it. Could it be that this Mrs. Xiang is going to go to the kiln with herself?

"Guest officer, please inside." A woman about thirty years old came out to greet her, with willow eyebrows and snake waists, walking like willows supporting the wind. Although she is a, she still has charm.

"It's the first time I've been here, and I'm my mother here. You can all call me Mama Chen. Chen's mother introduced herself and dragged Mrs. Xiang into the object.

"Mom has such good eyesight." Mrs. Xiang chatted very cooperatively.

Nightingale was a little surprised, isn't this a ** to put it bluntly? The first time I saw it, it turned out that this brothel was **. It's not as bitter as it was on TV, and it's very down-to-earth and generous, and it's not inferior to Miss Housekeeper.

"Give me a quiet place, and pick two more girls who are watery." Mrs. Xiang changed her tone, and the bohemian tone in her tone was full of playfulness. As he spoke, he didn't forget to touch Chen's mother's ass. looks like a deflated man.

"Look, what Childe said, the girls here are all very smart. He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is omnipotent in lyrics and poetry. If you don't believe it, you'll take the test later. After speaking, he covered his smiling face with his hand. A flattering look.

The nightingale suddenly understood why so many kings and nobles had lingered on Qinglou in ancient times.

"If that's the case, I won't go here." Mrs. Xiang is very good at pretending. It's like actually visiting a kiln.

Nightingale thought she had seen through Lady Xiang before, but judging by her current demeanor. This person is really unfathomable. You can't underestimate her, and she won't be a pawn and lose the initiative. I can't help but feel a chill hit me when I think of this.

"Are there any new girls?"

The nightingale could hear it, and Mrs. Xiang asked what to inquire about. Who is the girl she is looking for? The nightingale is unknown.

"Of course there is, but the new girl is inevitably a little frizzy, but I'm afraid that she will snub the son." Chen's mother pretended to be embarrassed.

It is not difficult to see what Chen's mother wants to express.

"It doesn't matter." Mrs. Xiang's feelings have changed subtly, and I can't tell whether she is happy or worried.

"Then I'll ask someone to bring it to Childe." Chen's mother had a half-hidden feeling in her eyes. The nightingale always felt a little uncomfortable.

"Then it's settled." Mrs. Xiang stuffed a silver ticket to Chen's mother, and did not forget to wipe her saliva.

"Childe is generous." In this way, Chen's mother took the nightingale to a secluded small attic, although this attic was secluded, but it could overlook the downstairs. Including the prostitutes playing in the hall, as well as the scenery of the various attics. It's a great place to peep.

"Childe, are you quite satisfied here?" Chen's mother walked to the attic window and pointed to the hall downstairs and asked Mrs. Xiang.

"Satisfied, quite satisfied." Mrs. Xiang glanced at it, and her psychology estimated that she was happy. But what comes out of the table is another landscape.

Chen's mother looked at the nightingale. Although this son looks immature, he didn't speak from the beginning, and he was too cold. Could it be that your hospitality is not thorough enough?

Mrs. Xiang sensed Chen's mother's suspicions. He pinched the nightingale with his hand.

The nightingale felt a burst of pain coming, and then looked at Mrs. Xiang's unkind eyes, as well as Chen's mother's scrutinizing eyes.

The nightingale was too lazy to watch Mrs. Xiang act. I found a window seat and sat down. Watch the people downstairs come and go. She didn't want to think about it, because she knew that now she was just a pawn, and in that case she would be a pawn for once. Let's see what this Mrs. Xiang wants to do with this game of chess.

"Since Childe is satisfied, I won't disturb Childe's Yaxing." Chen's mother left the room after speaking.

"You're going to be a little more cooperative." After watching Chen's mother close the door, Mrs. Xiang accused the nightingale of being too cold, which would make people suspect her. Her plan is in danger of failing completely.

"I'm just a chess piece, since you want to use it, then you should know if you can use this chess piece." The nightingale ignored Mrs. Xiang's anger.

"You ......" Mrs. Xiang has never been so angry.

"Don't you care about which little guy in the Bamboo Courtyard?" Mrs. Xiang said with words.

"I don't really care, I'm in one less trouble when he's dead." The nightingale's hand pouring the water almost crushed the cup.

What's going on with this person, he was so concerned about it before, but now he has an indifferent attitude.

In fact, Nightingale didn't really care anymore, but she suddenly figured out why Crooked was poisoned, and Mrs. Xiang happened to have an antidote. It's clear that this person has set himself up.

If she compromises and is constrained by her this time, then she will be Bengali next time.

"Since you don't care, then let that little guy die." Mrs. Xiang is not in a hurry with the nightingale, as she said, when she decided to use her, she knew that she could use it.

"Knock knock knock ......" After a bang, the two girls had already arrived in the attic.

The nightingale glanced at it, and the two girls were indeed water spirits, and their faces were slightly flushed and shy. Resolutely look like a small jasper. It's very endearing.

"Come and pour me wine, why are you stunned?" The nightingale scolded. In fact, she just vented her dissatisfaction with Mrs. Xiang on these two people.

"Yes." One woman hesitated, and the other came over resignedly.

"Humph!" Mrs. Xiang was quite satisfied with the nightingale's current appearance. No matter how hard your mouth is, you still can't escape from your palm after all.

The nightingale took a sip of wine, and the spicy taste penetrated the intestines. It turns out that this is the good wine of ancient times. In the 21st century, I drank well, but I can't do it here. It seems that he has brought nothing but memories.

The nightingale was slightly bitter for a while, he was not a person who would think too much, and he had been suffering from thoughts and longing for freedom that should not be in this era, whether he was happy or sad.