"Thank you for the reminder...... Uh......" Yang Ping'an was about to follow the conversation and inquire about the backstage of Zuixiao Pavilion, but when he looked up, he saw Liu Qingqing in tears.

Which one is this singing? recalled that the trio of oil powder did not rain in the afternoon, and then looked at Liu Qingqing crying in front of him...... Tsk, this is called acting!

"Why is the young girl crying, could it be that she is talking abruptly?"

"Childe-" Liu Qingqing looked at Yang Ping'an with tears in her eyes, and cried for a while before she said slowly, "The slave family is afraid ......"

In her words, Yang Ping'an is too good. The writing is brilliant, and the export is poetry; The painting skills are superb, and they are a family of their own; Self-created tofu, which is sought after; He also knows how to cook, and has good color and flavor. Such an excellent man, Feihuang Tengda is just around the corner, which also makes her feel uneasy, worried that Yang Ping'an will dislike her when he comes.

That's weird, isn't it?

After listening to Liu Qingqing's crying, Yang Ping'an's scalp was numb. He didn't believe that Liu Qingqing would really take a fancy to him, but he was pretentious repeatedly, why?

"The young girl is filtered, and she is not the kind of person who is unlucky." As he spoke, Yang Ping'an walked to Liu Qingqing and sat down, gently wrapped her around the willow waist, and made her lean into his arms, "If you treat me sincerely, I will live up to the girl." ”

"Is it okay to call the slave Qingqing?"

"Qingqing."

"Childe-" Liu Qingqing grabbed Yang Ping'an's shirt, his cheek was close to his chest, tears were like broken threads, "When will Childe be able to redeem himself for the slave family?" The slave family did not want to leave the son's side for a moment. ”

Belch......

"I don't know how much Mother Zhang asked for a silver tattoo? With Qingqing's beauty and fame, I'm afraid that the redemption money is not a small amount, right? Yang Ping'an was confused, he knew that Liu Qingqing had a plan, but what was the plan?

Do you want to discuss with Dou Lao Er?

was hesitating, and heard Liu Qingqing say gloomily: "There was a Jiangnan benefactor back then, who wanted to redeem his slave family with 10,000 gold, but was rejected by his mother......"

Oh, that's good, I'm definitely not going to get that much money anytime soon.

Yang Ping'an's heart was relaxed, but Liu Qingqing's next sentence made his hair stand on end: "Son, you elope with the slave family!" The slave family really doesn't want to face those stinky men anymore, and just wants to be by the side of the son at night. ”

Are you kidding! It's so easy for me to get out of the inheritance, and you let me elope with you? So how can I be worthy of Dong'er? Yang Ping'an was a false and wronged snake to Liu Qingqing, and he was silent for a while, Liu Qingqing's crying gradually stopped, and the room was slightly dull.

After a while, Liu Qingqing raised her head, and smiled sadly with tears in the corners of her eyes: "Childe, but you can't bear Sister Dong'er?" ”

Well? Yang Ping'an's heart tightened, worried that the other party would harm Dong'er, so he hurriedly shook his head and said: "Where is this, that's just a little widow, and Kefu, how can you be worthy of me?" I was just thinking about how I could take you out of here, and where we could go after leaving the Yanshi. Qingqing, where do you think we should go? ”

I don't know if Liu Qingqing saw through his temptation or something else, and never mentioned elopement: "Don't coax the slave family." Childe has a deep affection for Dong'er's sister, if not, how could he snatch it from his mother's hands? Childe don't worry about the jealousy of the slave family, Childe is so affectionate, the slave family will only be happier, happy that the slave family is not wrong. Is it okay for the slave family that the son hugs? ”

If there was no Dou Er, Yang Ping'an might also think that Liu Qingqing was just trying to charm himself, squeeze money and silver, and change his attitude towards Liu Qingqing. But Dou Er was obviously hostile to Liu Qingqing, but he didn't turn his face, which shows that Liu Qingqing is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Therefore, Yang Ping'an could only pretend to prevaricate, hugged Liu Qingqing tightly, and felt the tender body fragrance of the beauty in his arms.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Qingqing asked softly, "Is Dong'er's sister beautiful?" ”

This sounds familiar, and it seems that Dong'er has asked similar questions.

"Why do you ask?"

"Don't worry about the child, the slave family is not a jealous woman, I just want to know how to get along with Dong'er's sister after becoming a son in the future. I heard that not long ago, Gongzi was seriously injured by someone sent by Dou Ye, but fortunately Dong'er's sister took care of him. It must have been that the son fell in love with Dong'er's sister at that time, did the slave family guess wrong? ”

You're right, but I can't admit it!

"What's the matter! I have long been interested in Dong'er's beauty, but she can't resist it, so I force her to come to my house every day to wash and deliver food. If she hadn't taken care of me, she would have taken her body and burned her house when I had healed. ”

"The son deceives people, and the slave family doesn't believe it. Was the son beaten heavily? ”

"It's just itchy! Our Yanshi Four Tigers, who have been beaten a lot, have long been trained to have rough skin and thick meat, don't you believe you touch it? ”

"Childe, don't be a light slave!" Liu Qingqing was too reserved tonight, except for leaning on Yang Ping'an's arms and letting him hug himself, there was no previous wind tickling and teasing, as if everyone was beautiful, "Last time, the four of them were beaten outside the Ruyi Gambling House, and the slave family saw it upstairs, and they didn't know the son at that time, so they couldn't intercede for the son, and the son won't blame the slave family, right?" ”

What exactly do you want to ask? Yang Ping'an became more and more confused: "Where are you willing to blame the beautiful young girl?" ”

"Call the slave family Qingqing." Liu Qingqing shook Yang Ping'an's body coquettishly, "Then the slave family saw that Dou Ye's subordinates were extremely ruthless, and afterwards Dou Ye also sent someone to spread the word, saying that the son was beaten to death." Fortunately, God blessed, the son escaped, do you want to accompany the son to the White Horse Temple to make incense and make a vow? ”

"Dou Lao Er was just scaring my brother at that time, how dare he let people beat me to death? Aren't you afraid of lawsuits? ”

Dou Laodi? Hearing this title, Liu Qingqing's eyes lit up, and the next moment became tender like water: "The slave family is really worried about the son." Don't be careless, Dou Ye has his hands and eyes all over the sky, and the government doesn't dare to ask if he kills a person. Childe must remember that he must stay away from this person, otherwise he may have a surname and his life. ”

I estimate that if you get too close, you will also have a life-threatening problem! Yang Ping'an nodded and said, "Thank you Qingqing for reminding me, I remember it in the next place." If the young girl has nothing else to do, she will take her leave. ”

Liu Qingqing sat up in amazement, her eyes were complaining, and her eyes were moist: "The son dislikes the slave family so much, he doesn't want to stay for a moment?" Could it be that in the child's heart, the slave family and Dong'er's sister are like clouds? ”

You're not wrong! Yang Ping'an stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Liu Qingqing's eyes, and said softly: "Qingqing is too worried." In my heart, you are like the Nine Heavens under the earth, and I also want to stay here all night to complain to you. However, Ming said that there are still nine plates of tofu to be handed over, and I must go back. Don't blame me for being ruthless, okay? ”

As he spoke, Yang Ping'an turned his head sideways, pecked lightly on his delicate red lips, and got up to leave.

"Childe, when will you come to visit the slave family again?" Liu Qingqing chased to the door, tears rippling as if looking through autumn water.

"I'll come as soon as I have the chance, you go back and rest, don't cry again, crying hurts my body, I'll be distressed!"

Tenderness and sweetness sent Liu Qingqing away, and learned from Dunzi's mouth that the oil powder trio had already hugged the girl and entered the room separately, Yang Ping'an did not bother, walked out of the Flower Pavilion alone, took Dunzi kindly handed over the lantern, and stepped into the darkness.

is full of fragrance, and I have to explain it to Dong'er when I go back, it's really troublesome!

Striding forward, only a few steps away, he heard a sound from the dark alley beside him, Yang Ping'an was amused in his heart, deliberately pretending not to know and continue to move forward, sure enough, he didn't take two steps, and he heard a familiar voice from the dark: "Brother Yang!" ”

"Second brother?" Yang Ping'an looked surprised, "How could the second brother be here?" Could it be that you are waiting for your little brother? ”

Dou Ye's burly figure walked out of the darkness, glanced in the direction of the Flower Pavilion, and asked, "Brother went to see Liu Qingqing again?" ”

"Hmm. The young girl used to help with my tofu business, and I made a special trip to thank her tonight. Second brother has something to look for me? ”

Dou Ye pondered for a moment and said: "Brother, do you still remember my words, 'a knife on the head of the color character', Liu Qingqing is not what you see in your eyes, don't kill your surname because of women." ”

"Why did the second brother say this? What's wrong with the young girl? Yang Ping'an said tentatively.

Dou Ye did not answer, but patted him on the shoulder twice: "My brother already has a wife in his family, gentle and virtuous, and he is infatuated with you, so my brother should not bear her." In the future, this flower pavilion, brothers should come less as well. ”

"Thank you for the reminder from the second brother, and the brother should keep it in mind. Where is the second brother going now? ”

"If I ask you for a drink, you will refuse. I'll send you home. ”

Send me again? The corners of Yang Ping'an's mouth twitched twice, and he thanked him happily. Just as the two of them left side by side, in a pitch-black room on the second floor of the Flower Pavilion, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed again and again, taking in the scene of his conversation with Dou Ye, and seeing the two of them go away, but their eyes gradually became cold......

Dong'er really didn't sleep, and sure enough, she stayed behind the door again, and when she heard Yang Ping'an's footsteps approaching, she immediately opened the courtyard door: "Childe!" ”

Yang Ping'an raised his hand and patted Dong'er's buttocks: "What do you call me?" ”

"Xianggong." Dong'er shouted softly, locked the courtyard door, took the lantern in Yang Ping'an's hand, and walked back to the room with him.

Waiting for Yang Ping'an to change into neat clothes, the two came to the mill and began to grind tofu. The time of grinding tofu is very enjoyable, the mill is small, the candlelight is dim, but the house is full of spring affection.

The two stood side by side with three hands, pushing the stone mill, and Dong'er suddenly asked in a low voice, "Is she beautiful?" ”

The little girl was really jealous again. Yang Ping'an said he was very happy about this.

Tilting his head and kissing her on the cheek, he explained, and said: "In this way, I'll teach you a poem, if I really indulge in Qinglou in the future, you can sing this poem to wake me up, okay?" ”

Poem?

Just when Dong'er was stunned, Yang Ping'an recited aloud:

"The night is long, and the fruit is ripe on the high tree.

A husband climbs a tree to pick, and my husband goes out to fall into the mud.

I hope that Lang Lang will not return at night, and the paddy fields and rice are ripe.

People have husbands to help cut them, and my husband goes out to do it himself.

He hoped that Lang Lang would not return at night, and he would cut the grain and plow the field.

People have husbands who drive cattle, but my family can only wave the hoe.

It is said that Lang Lang Lang will not return at night, and the rooster crows at five or three o'clock.

People come in and out in pairs, and who do I mention my family words to?

Hundreds of miles to find a husband to Tianguang, and then to Xu Wen and Haikang.

Walking through the flower street and willow lane, who knows that the husband is in the bed of the chicken woman.

The twenty-eight chicken woman skillfully dresses up, and the cave room changes the groom every night.

A pair of jade arms and thousands of pillows, half a red lip for thousands of customers.

Pretending to be a delicate body, pretending to be a fake heart.

ushered in the delivery to know how much, accustomed to lovesick tears.

A lifetime of sorrows, joys, hatreds, and resentments, I persuaded Lang to quit and return home.

When you wake up from a dream in Yangzhou, you will be treated with unlimited affection for your wife.

Lady, this poem is called "Pan Lang Returns", it is a love poem! ”