Si Yunyin hooked her lips with satisfaction, thought for a while, and then opened her mouth and ordered: "Send someone to follow the princess, if she wants to open a shop, help her, if there is any trouble, clean it up." ”

"Yes!"

As soon as the words fell, a black lightning bolt jumped out of the study and cut through the sky.

Si Yunyin's eyes were light, and he stood in place for a long time, and suddenly reached out to cover the position of his heart, feeling the vivid beating there, and his eyes were a little misty.

In fact, not only Takizawa, but even he himself felt that he was no longer the person he used to be......

Returning from Qinxuan Pavilion, Mo Lan was upset.

Si Yunyin's poison really made her anxious, but now she has nothing to do except wait for Xi Mufeng to return to the court, and wait for Bo Yan to take the initiative to appear, when has she been in such a passive position?

In her irritability, she remembered the words that Bo Yan left her, what "Purple Star is in orbit, and the natal chart is opened"? How can she think through things that can't be understood by normal people's minds? And the piece of blood jade on his body, is there really any major secret and unexpected effect?

The more I thought about it, the more entangled I became, so I simply put it aside and think about the plan of the previous few days. After thinking about it for a while, I walked around the capital for most of the day that day, but because it was daytime, I didn't go to the Qinglou to see, so I just went to observe it tonight?

Thinking of this, she immediately became as excited as a chicken, and pulled her throat with a cheerful wolf howl: "Nanxiao! Nan Xiao ......"

As twilight falls, the lights come on.

Two figures flashed out of the high walls of the Minwang Mansion, one was snow-white, one was fiery red, one was noble and dusty, and the other was charming.

"Why don't we just come out of the gate?"

Nan Xiao slanted her phoenix eyes, looking at a certain woman beside her who was holding a folding fan and dressed as a beautiful son, she was very puzzled, I had never heard of anyone who had to rely on climbing the wall to get out of their own house.

Mo Lan took a big stride in a chic and uninhibited manner, pointed to his completely unfamiliar handsome face, and asked with disdain: "Do you think it is appropriate to walk out of the main gate with the current handsome and dashing appearance of this son?" ”

Handsome and dashing, graceful and graceful Yushu in the wind?

is really going to put gold on her face, she is afraid that she has forgotten who gave her a disguise, right?

Nan Xiao snorted coldly, didn't look at her undersample, and only asked lazily: "You are dressed like this, you have to drag me, where are you going?" ”

"Don't worry." The ink blue thief smiled, flew at him with a weird wink, and said mysteriously in a calm voice: "Then you will know the way!" ”

The long street with bright lights, the fragrance of fat is permeated, and the warblers are singing and dancing.

The red lights are hung in a forest, during which the cups are swaying, singing and dancing, extravagant pictures, ambiguous laughter, intertwined with a drunken atmosphere. In front of the door, the glamorous lady with a light gauze body was exposed, her breasts were slightly exposed, and she waved the champa in her hand to the crowd with a coquettish and seductive smile, and her eyes were moving, so it was not tempting.

Nan Xiao had a dark face, gritting her teeth and staring at a certain woman beside her who was full of interest: "This is where you are coming?" ”

"Questions? What's wrong with coming here? Mo Lan shook the folding fan lightly, chic and uninhibited, obviously looking high-spirited.

"As the so-called life must be happy, and the so-called people are not romantic teenagers, Brother Nan, you and I are in our youth, we must know how to grasp the time and have fun in time!"

After that, he took the opportunity to touch the little face of a beautiful lady beside him very obscenely, which made her laugh again and again.

Nan Xiao's face darkened.

This stinky girl, pretending to be a disciple, looks like and is handy! I'm afraid that even if he is a real man, he will have to bow down in front of her!

"Let's go!"

Mo Lan beckoned Nan Xiao to follow, with an elegant smile, strolling through the flower street calmly. The outstanding countenance and graceful demeanor amazed the prostitutes on both sides of the road.

Where did the little boy come from, so handsome!

The warm eyes were like wolves and tigers, and they couldn't wait to pounce on the people in front of them. The champa in his hand waved more and more passionately, and he leaned forward more boldly directly, and the two soft flesh on his chest swayed left and right, revealing themselves.

And Mo Lan also took it all as ordered, and the one who smiled was called a warm and charming, personable, by the way, he touched it here and there, and rubbed some oil there, which made those women even crazier.

Seeing this, Nan Xiao's face was so stinky that it was like a stone in the pit, but his usually bewitching face seemed to be brewing a storm at the moment, so that those prostitutes who coveted his beauty did not dare to step forward, so they had to shift all their attention to Mo Lan.

Such a handsome little boy, drag it back to sleep, even if they don't give money, they will do it!

"You're enjoying it!"

Nan Xiao snorted coldly and was speechless at Mo Lan.

He was very skeptical, could this person who laughed so shamefully really be a woman? Seeing that her flirting with those Qinglou women is so perfect, even he almost thinks that this is a gentleman who has been lingering in the flowers for a long time and is drunk and lying in the Qinglou.

"With warm fragrant nephrite in your arms, how can you not enjoy it?" Mo Lan glanced at him slantedly, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked into a playful arc, "Look at your constipated expression, should it be ......?"

She dragged her throat, and the ill-intentioned tone made Nan Xiao suddenly have a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Mo Lan's next words made him even more angry than the word "constipation"-

"No, you're still a chick......"