Li Wanyue, who woke up in the inn in the middle of the night, woke up Xiao Xiaoxiao, who was keeping vigil.

The eyes are facing each other.

Li Wanyue's eyes were gloomy.

Little Lori also looked gloomy, "Wanyu, don't be sad, master, that's it, I think I'm free, but in fact, I'm ......a fart" hesitated, but said straightforwardly: "It's not a fart!" ”

Li Wanyue smiled bitterly and tugged at the quilt tightly.

For the sake of freedom and happiness, he gave up everything, but in the end it was so bleak.

How to see your loved ones.

His head was lowered, and his eyes were red.

I feel pity.

Seeing this, Xiao Lori said unconsciously: "It's okay, Wanyu, it's a big deal, I'll divide Brother Yu'er in half of you, don't want a stinky man like Master." ”

There was a sly sly glint in his eyes.

Li Wanyue couldn't cry or laugh, and immediately became stunned.

Little Lori's heart was relieved, and she continued: "You can't even look down on my fish brother, so ...... I had no choice but to come up with a killer feature, there is an oriental iron pillar in Fanmian Village, which looks good, and writes poems, drinks and dances swords, which is no worse than the master. ”

Li Wanyue has the heart to die.

But I saw the narrowness in the eyes of the little Lori, and grabbed her hand, "Evening Creek~"

Little Lori laughed, "Ouch yo yo yo, no shame, okay, okay, don't tease my family, tell you, oh, when you didn't wake up, the master was drunk." ”

Li Wanyue was overjoyed, "Really? ”

Tears fell silently.

Tears of joy.

In this life, if you don't live up to your concubine, your concubine won't live up to your concubine.

……

……

The candle flame flickered, and a lamp was like a bean.

The Master sat at the table, as if on pins and needles, and always felt that something was wrong.

There is a porcelain vase on the table.

Porcelain vase blue and white, delicate and elegant, from the famous kiln, extraordinary value, more than the bottle of old wine, porcelain vase is not big.

It can be loaded with two or three taels, and the aroma of wine is overflowing.

The master looked at the porcelain vase, picked it up and put it down, put it down and picked it up again.

In the end, he twisted his brows, put it to his mouth and took a shallow sip, and his brows stretched.

Wine.

She really understands me.

and drinking.

Wine is good, but not intoxicating.

The heart of wine is the fifteen-year-old daughter red, the wine is not intoxicating, but people are drunk.

It was night, and the Master was drunk.

After a hangover and a headache, Li Fuzi went out after washing, and only then did he come back and find two cardamom...... Well, it should be a cardamom and a flute, and this spring, Li Wanyue made a ceremony and a flute.

The Master also brought a little one with him.

If she didn't make it, the old lady of the Li family would not let her go.

Have drunk alcohol, but still slightly embarrassed.

However, there was a small presence, more or less harmonious atmosphere, packed up the salute, out of the inn, the shopkeeper had already led a horse and two donkeys to guard the door.

A little squeezed her eyebrows and gave Li Wan a look.

You see, my husband still cares about you very much, and went to buy you a donkey early in the morning.

Although this money was given by your old lady.

But it's all a family, don't talk about two families.

Although Li Wanyue dares to love and hate, she is only a fifteen-year-old girl after all, and yesterday's madness has faded, and now she is the slim and graceful white lotus.

Suddenly his face turned crimson with shame.

The master on the side coughed, secretly pitying Li Wanyue.

Shouldn't it be the next Gongsun Zhishui?

When he was in the Li family, because he was a guest, he was a little restrained.

But now that we are studying together, this little girl has a tendency to relapse into her old ways, how can she be let again.

The Qingcheng woman who made the double sword was still bullied by Xiaoxiao and washed her face with tears all day long, and the shallower grace was not much better, and she had a headache, and this little girl was not humble.

It's your future...... Well, it's a little early to tell.

The Master suddenly despised himself a little.

sighed and muttered, "The hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, and the most is the gentle country that buries the soul......."

The tips of the little ears are real, and they cover their mouths and snicker when they hear the words.

Li Wanyue didn't hear it, so she didn't know why.

The little ghost attached to her ear said: "The master said, said that Sister Wanyue is beautiful and has a good figure, and he said that you are going to die in the gentle township." ”

Li Wanyue's face was like a morning glow, and her heart was full of deer, so she was embarrassed, and she spat, "Nonsense." ”

Little Joy.

Finally found someone who could be happy to bully himself.

Having said that, why did I suddenly miss the big sister named Gongsun Zhishui.

Out of the inn, the three of them continued north.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Kaifeng."

"Oh, yes, yes, are you going to see Brother Yu, has he arrived in Kaifeng?"

"I don't know, but not to see him."

"What are you going to do then?"

"There is a scholar in Yue Wangfu, who prides himself on being high and tall, and he doesn't want a good mansion, but he wants to live in a grass hut by the lake, and the master wants to see if this scholar is the master's rival."

After a pause, "Or maybe it's the Sleeping Dragon." ”

Little Lori's face was suddenly full of joy.

Seeing this, the master became more and more helpless, do you only have that young man in your heart, you are studying abroad, your studies are first, if you don't have talent, when you get old, that guy Li Ruyu won't like the new and hate the old?

Li Wanyue has been looking at the two masters and apprentices gently.

Mind fist.

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……

One horse and two donkeys, the three of them walked away in the crowd until they walked out of the city gate.

There is a fortune teller, dressed in a cold style, but he has a leisurely and leisurely demeanor, carrying a hexagram flag, and the tone of the book is wildly contradictory: face to earth.

Standing in the crowd and watching the three of them go away, he said a dog. Dare, it's amazing, the Tang Dynasty poet fairy will also kidnap a girl from a good family, and the old cow eats too much of tender grass.

is still a female word leader.

It's incredible.

The fortune teller suddenly remembered something, his fingers flew like flying, and after about dozens of breaths, the fortune teller's eyes suddenly widened and he lost his voice in surprise.

"And this kind of operation?"

It's amazing, it's amazing.

Li Wanyue is a stranger, but she is still a talented woman who is amazing in time.

Once in a word!

Did he miscalculate?

The fortune teller didn't believe it, and for the first time he doubted his ability, and then he snapped his fingers like flowers, and muttered after a while.

No, no, it's not a female word leader.

It's not right, it's a female word leader.

It's just that this poor female word leader has nothing left for this little girl except talent.

Is it fortunate or unfortunate?

It's the same as that boy in Jiang Qiuzhou.

I guess I'm lucky.

After all, this little girl has won the poet fairy who is as proud as a bullshit.

The Son of Heaven didn't come to the boat, the concubine poured wine and took off her shoes, everyone knew the arrogance of this product back then, and now it seems that it is also a bullshit, and it is not the same as being fascinated by a female word Kui.

The fortune teller suddenly threw the hexagram flag, and Lao Tzu quit.

Pointing at God and scolding angrily, "You dare to give Li Taibai a female word leader, but don't you dare to give me a fish beauty?" It's all men, why is there such a big gap! ”

Suddenly the sky was clear and thundering.

The fortune teller suddenly wilted, picked up the hexagram flag on the ground in a panic, hid in the crowd with a smoke, and disappeared.

The master, who was not far from the city, looked up at the sky inexplicably.

I didn't hold a sword, I didn't chant poetry.

Why is it suddenly sullen?