Set up a teahouse, the title of the famous museum, debauchery, is not a fast. The shopkeeper is named Yuan Xiaoyao, and the storyteller is named Shui Ziqian. Not for silver, two for one, leisurely and elegant.

Shui Ziqian, Xianjun's cousin, is good-looking, and he is also down-to-earth and willing to work, and Shui Ziqian helps him take advantage of everything. But there is a little shortcoming, it can also be said that Shui Ziqian's hobby or the only shortcoming, he loves to chew his tongue and listen to right and wrong.

It should be a hobby of fairies, but this fairy likes it very much. Listening to the wind is rain, and if you talk too much, you will have more right and wrong. People who don't like him made a small report to the Immortal Emperor, and the younger brother of the Immortal Emperor is naturally directed towards his cousin. However, Shui Ziqian borrowed the topic to play and went down. The Immortal Emperor was helpless, forget it, there are many parents in the mortal world, let him listen to it, he must be suffocated.

After going down to earth, Shui Ziqian was out of control, and he loved chewing the root of his tongue, so he deliberately chose a prosperous mansion. I felt that it was not enough, so I went to the teahouse to be a storyteller. As soon as he said that he could drink tea from the guests to the evening when the teahouse closed, he asked for less silver, and the handsome shopkeeper liked him very much.

The main thing is to be handsome. This Xiaoyao Hall is one of the largest teahouses in the city, and the sons and brothers, scholars, and literati all like to come here to drink tea, dance and ink, listen to operas, listen to stories, and listen to small songs. Like the plaque in this teahouse, it's called a happy life.

The shopkeeper of the Xiaoyao Pavilion is called Yuan Xiaoyao, who came to Changning City a few years ago. From a small teahouse to a big teahouse, he treats people and treats people casually, and his name is not wasted. The man likes to have two drinks with him, tell interesting stories, and talk wittily, which makes him make a lot of confidants and friends. Women like to come here secretly to listen to stories, and they used to like to come to see Yuan Xiaoyao, but Yuan Xiaoyao has always been a humble gentleman, or a romantic playboy.

Since the water self-humility came, more and more people came to the Xiaoyao Pavilion, if Yuan Xiaoyao is casual, then Shui Ziqian is like a wild horse, not only many times more casual than Yuan Xiaoyao. The men like to call him brothers, because Yuan Xiaoyao knows a lot of anecdotes, and the women also like to listen to him, because he knows a lot about astronomy and geography.

Today's storytelling is about a lingering love story, and Ming'er is a poignant myth of fairies and mortals. The latter is about the love of the children of the rivers and lakes. How can the young lady in the boudoir listen to the anecdotes of the rivers and lakes, and how can the married women who do farm work have the opportunity to listen to poignant myths. Yuan Xiaoyao Shui Ziqian and his Xiaoyao Pavilion are famous, women, children, old people, sons, brothers, and passers-by all like to come to this Changning City to see the Xiaoyao Pavilion.

The shopkeeper's liking for water is not a little bit of a liking. In fact, these two people knew each other before, and when they were still in the sky, Yuan Xiaoyao was gluttonous, and Shui Ziqian picked it up and went home. If Shui Ziqian's hobby is chewing the root of the tongue, then Yuan Xiaoyao's hobby is to do nothing and be merry and happy, although the hobbies are different, but many places are similar and compatible, these two can be regarded as a natural couple. Yuan Xiaoyao went down to earth, and Shui Ziqian couldn't get used to it for a few days. Chew the root of the tongue and chew and go down to earth.

"Hey, aren't you going back to heaven?" Yuan Xiaoyao poured tea for the storyteller's dry mouth!

"You have to take care of it!" Shui Ziqian threw the fan on the table.

"Obviously, you have fried ribs for lunch, how can you feel like you have eaten dynamite!" Yuan Xiaoyao helped Shui Ziqian fold the fan neatly and put it on the table.

"You have to take care of it!" Shui Ziqian threw the fan on the ground again.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Yuan Xiaoyao bent down and picked up the fan.

"Flower heart big turnip!" Shui Ziqian remembered that when he saw Yuan Xiaoyao smiling at others, he was jealous.

"Why am I so distracted!" Yuan Xiaoyao was aggrieved, obviously the rumors that he was a playboy were all said by Shui Ziqian who didn't know how much oil to add and how much vinegar to add to his mouth.

"You smiled at the girl's house and touched her face, and you gave him a piece of watermelon!" Shui Ziqian's whole body began to exude a sour smell.

"She is the little granddaughter of the restaurant next door, and she is only eight years old!" Yuan Xiaoyao looked at the jealous Shui Ziqian with mixed feelings.

"This immortal has traveled thousands of miles to live an ordinary life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea with you!" Shui Ziqian was like an abandoned woman who was beaten into the cold palace, lying on the table and pulling a fan to vent her anger.

"If you don't like it, you can't open it! We buy a house in the countryside and live the life you want. Yuan Xiaoyao picked up the knife and cut the watermelon for the water.

"Don't hook up with women!" Shui Ziqian wiped his hands and waited to eat watermelon.

"Just like you little guy." Yuan Xiaoyao cut the watermelon in half, scooped out all the seedless parts of the watermelon with a spoon and put them into a small porcelain bowl, and then began to pick out the seeded parts.

"Sweet!" Yuan Xiaoyao took a bite of the watermelon core, the plump flesh exploded in his mouth, and Shui Ziqian's happy eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Let's be small!" Yuan Xiaoyao cut the watermelon while watching Shui Ziqian's eating appearance.

"You eat it too!" A piece of watermelon found by Shui Ziqian's conscience was handed to Yuan Xiaoyao's mouth.

"I don't want to eat it, it's not sweet." Yuan Xiaoyao shook his head and fed the watermelon into the water, and Ziqian mouthed.

"It's sweet!" Shui Ziqian ate the watermelon unceremoniously.

"It's just not sweet!" Yuan Xiaoyao looked at Shui Ziqian's lips.

"Don't you have a sweet tooth?" Shui Ziqian, who remembered something, dyed a layer of pink on his face.

"I just like a sweetness!" Yuan Xiaoyao gently hugged Shui Ziqian's waist, lifted his chin, and covered his lips.

"Mr. Water, Mr. Water." A young man woke up the water who had fallen asleep on the table with his saliva.

"Ahh I almost kissed Yuan Xiaoyao!" Shui Ziqian jumped up on the chair and scolded the young man with his waist crossed.

"Almost kissed me?" Yuan Xiaoyao came in with a watermelon.

"Watermelon!" Shui Ziqian was about to drool again, and the cheerful Chong Yuan Xiaoyao ran over.

"....." looked at Shui Ziqian Yuan, who took the initiative to run over like herself, and opened her arms.

"I'm here with watermelon! Ahhhhhhh Shui Ziqian, who ran too fast, slipped under his feet, and ran straight to Yuan Xiaoyao. Then Yuan Xiaoyao, who was not the slightest defenseless, was thrown to the ground by Shui Ziqian, and the poor watermelon was thrown to the ground by Yuan Xiaoyao, and was crushed by Shui Ziqian, who fell. Then Yuan Xiaoyao was afraid of knocking Shui Ziqian's head aside.

Both were dressed in white, and bright red watermelon juice stained their clothes. The young man looked at the two people lying on the ground and expressed guilt. My ground is really too clean, so Mr. Water will fall!

After the watermelon turmoil, Mr. Shui sighed at the unsatisfactory situation in the world, and it didn't matter if he didn't eat watermelon! It's okay to fall and be embarrassed! But they all knocked Yuan Xiaoyao down, and they actually patted their buttocks and stood up without saying anything.

"Hey, aren't you going back to heaven?" Yuan Xiaoyao gave water full of watermelon juice to Ziqian and wiped his face with a handkerchief.

"You have to take care of it!" Shui Ziqian snatched the handkerchief and wiped his face viciously, and then regretted it again.

"Obviously, you have fried ribs for lunch, how can you feel like you have eaten dynamite!" Yuan Xiaoyao helped Shui Ziqian wipe his clothes clean. With a wave of his hand, the water was clean again.

"You have to take care of it!" Shui Ziqian threw the handkerchief on the ground again.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Yuan Xiaoyao bent down and picked up the handkerchief.

At this time, the development of things is exactly the same as Shui Ziqian's daydream. Yuan Xiaoyao's liking for Shui Ziqian is not a little liking. It's completely a crush on water self-humility. And Shui Ziqian also has a crush on Yuan Xiaoyao.

"Flower heart big turnip!" Shui Ziqian remembered that he had been sulking before going to bed.

"Why am I so distracted!" Yuan Xiaoyao was a little speechless, obviously the rumors that he was a playboy were all said by this little guy who loves to chew the root of his tongue, and he didn't know how many times he was criticized because of these rumors. Now this big mouth that doesn't know how much oil and vinegar to add is actually a rake.

"You smiled at the girl's house and touched her face, and you gave him a piece of watermelon!" Shui Ziqian's whole body began to exude a sour smell. Jealousy in sleep is far less fierce than jealousy in reality.

"She's really the little granddaughter of the restaurant next door, and she's only eight years old!" Yuan Xiaoyao looked at the jealous Shui Ziqian with mixed feelings.

"This immortal has traveled thousands of miles to the earth, just to advance and retreat with you.!" Shui Ziqian couldn't say anything in his heart.

"If you don't like to leave the heavens this time, can't you?" Yuan Xiaoyao picked up a piece of shortbread and put it in her mouth.

"Don't be romantic!!" Shui Ziqian wiped his hands and nibbled on his own snacks.

"Got it!." Yuan Xiaoyao broke the shortbread and took out all the shortbread fillings and put them into the small

Shui Ziqian was in his hand, and then he put the not very delicious dough made today into his mouth.

"Delicious!" Yuan Xiaoyao gulped down the fruit filling in the dim sum, the sweet filling exploded in her mouth, and Shui Ziqian's happy eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Let's be small!" Yuan Xiaoyao nibbled on snacks with him while watching Shui Ziqian's eating appearance.

"You eat it too!" Shui Ziqian's conscience found it and handed the walnut crisp to Yuan Xiaoyao's mouth.

"I don't want to eat it." Yuan Xiaoyao shook her head and stuffed the dim sum into the water Ziqian's mouth.

Suddenly, a large piece of snack was stuffed into his mouth, and he bit the snack sullenly. Why is the dream different from reality? Say yes, think about it every day, and dream about it at night!

"It's sweet!" Shui Ziqian unceremoniously ate half a large piece of peach cake. , as if biting like Yuan Xiaoyao himself.

"I have a toothache and can't eat sweets!" Yuan Xiao glanced at Shui Ziqian's lips, then stood up and wiped the floor.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Shui Ziqian, who thought too much but didn't achieve anything, slowly turned dark.

Yuan Xiaoyao turned around with a broom and bent over to sweep the floor, Shui Ziqian pouted sullenly. The corners of Yuan Xiaoyao's mouth curled high. A good mood ran out of Shui Ziqian's face that he hadn't noticed at this moment.

Sure enough, it's another belly black demon attack! This article will be interspersed with things about the master of the building, the leader of the Demon Sect, and the grass bandit gang by the Qingqing River.

Recently, heavy rains have continued, and flooding has occurred in many parts of the city, so the Xiaoyao Museum has also closed its doors. Shui Ziqian, who has nothing to do and nowhere to chew the root of the tongue, holds a needle to make female red embroidery, a pair of jade hands are more flexible than a woman's family, and the embroidery under her hands reveals a sense of ingenuity. The quiet dark clouds after the rainstorm dissipated, and the sky finally cleared up, and Shui Ziqian was still embroidering his mandarin ducks in the small building.

"The fairy embroidery is so beautiful." The winged bird lands in front of a pot of epiphany, planted by Shui Ziqian.

"It's not annoying to be like glue every day?" Shui Ziqian thought that he must pluck the winged bird and roast it into a flower chicken to eat.

"You and Xiao Gluttony didn't make it?" The winged bird sniffed the water lily and raised its eyelids to look at the water.

This bird really has nothing serious to do, salty and carrots, light worries, water is humble, does not fight in one place, and ignores the winged bird with a cold face.

"I'm here to see the epiphany bloom! I'll sleep in your room for a while, call me later. The winged bird pointed to the epiphany in the house, and said, "A ray of light burrowed into the small building of the water self-humility.

In the south, there are winged birds, which fly and stop drinking and pecking, and are not separated...... and resurrection, and they will be in one place. The affectionate bird brought serious stimulation to a certain fairy who could not find a companion, so he had to pick up a pack of embroidery needles and think about how to beat the winged bird. "Did I let you in? Hustle and bustle? Before he finished speaking, Shui Ziqian found that it was dark downstairs.

In the small building, the black hand did not see the five fingers, Shui Ziqian put down the embroidery, and then raised a large handful of embroidery needles and slammed them down.

"Ahh The terrible screams echoed in the small building, and passers-by in their robes hurriedly felt as if the whole building of the pavilion was trembling.

"Dead hand, you long-tongued fairy!" The wings of the Gu Bird are full of embroidery needles, and it has changed from a demon bird to a big hedgehog spirit.

"I'm sorry, I mean the ghost car demon! The little one thought he was blind just now, and he was so excited that his hands were heavy. Because Gu Houniao withdrew from the small building, the water that regained the light continued to sit in the rocking chair and be a female celebrity.

"It's not to be a female celebrity, or to chew the root of the tongue, no wonder no one has ever wanted it! A man's frame doesn't deserve to be without a companion for the rest of his life!" Gu Shu bird squeezed its messy feathers and tongued venomously.

Shui Ziqian's nerves were stimulated and broken, and the embroidery needle in his hand was also broken alive, Shui Ziqian rubbed his hands, intending to break the wings of the Gu Hou bird and make it a disabled demon. The winged birds opened their eyes and laughed and flew to the table to watch their play, and the little echo insects climbed out of the rocking chairs one by one and repeated the laughter of the winged birds. Gu was provocatively stared at the provoking water.