From time to time, he looked out the dark window.

He'd been sitting here for a whole hour, but the bandit leader hadn't yet appeared......

When I was scorching, someone finally pushed the door and came.

The girl has a light gauze skirt, her collarbones are like jade, and she holds a thin pipe on her fingertips.

She raised her red lips and spit out smoke rings at him ambiguously: "Shen Langjun, don't come unharmed." ”

Shen Yichao's face was slightly pale.

This woman is ......

He said in a deep voice: "You are the Oiran of Yulouchun?" You were caught up the hill too? ”

The movement of cold smoke and smoking was slightly sluggish.

She glared at Shen Yichao in disgust, "Yulouchun is a place to sing songs, not Flower Street and Willow Lane." The old lady is not an oiran, the old lady is the king of this cottage! ”

Shen Yichao was silent.

It turns out that the mountain bandits on the tea horse road have a female king......

His brow furrowed, and he stared at Han Yanliang with fear, shrinking back as she approached.

Until there was no way back, the whole back was stuck to the wall.

He clasped his hands in his sleeves, maintaining his solitary arrogance, "What do you want to do to me?" ”

He didn't forget that in the early spring of the first day, when he glanced at the song upstairs, the woman's red lips opened slightly, and she smiled and called him to play in the past.

This woman must have liked him.

The cold smoke leaned down in front of him.

She blinked her watery eyes and slowly approached him, her red lips close at hand.

Shen Yichao's hands in his sleeves slowly clenched.

This woman has a very special smell of tobacco all around her, mixed with a little blood, which is not a good smell, but it is definitely top, like a poppy, and has a fatal attraction to men.

His gaze fell on her red lips.

Do you want to accept it?

The woman who sent it to the door like this doesn't know if it's clean......

He hesitated for a long time, his heart was anxious, and he was about to kiss him, but he was deliberately avoided by Han Yanliang.

She tilted her head slightly, the corners of her red lips brushing his.

She chuckled meaninglessly.

The slender jade hand casually picked up the scissors on the windowsill behind him, and she turned around and walked towards the bronze fish lamp, leaving only Shen Yichao with a charming back.

Shen Yichao gritted his teeth.

This woman is deliberately teasing him!

He closed his eyes, his blood swelling up, and he couldn't sit still.

Hanyan lazily cut off the excessively long wick, and his voice sneered: "Chang'an Shen family, Dayong famous family." Shen Xiaolangjun is a well-known second-class son, why can't he sit still like this? I don't know, I thought you had sores on your buttocks. ”

Sores on the buttocks......

Shen Yichao was embarrassed.

This woman looks at her beauty, why does she talk so vulgarly?

Nanjia Xiaowu is the eighth grade, this woman, judging her as the ninth grade, he is too cold!

She shouldn't be able to get into the product!

He stabilized his mind and said coldly: "How do you know that I am from the Dayong Shen family?" ”

"A little investigation will tell you." The cold smoke lit the wick of the bronze fish lamp and sat opposite Shen Yichao, "In your spare tonight, can you please ask Shen Xiaolangjun to tell me the story of Dayong?" From the emperor and generals to the common people, the little woman listened attentively. ”

Shen Yichao was silent.

It turned out that this woman took him captive up the mountain to get to know Dayong.

He said, "I don't speak to the laity. ”

"Heh......" Han Yan smiled coldly, his jade hand rested on his cheek, and a pair of watery eyes gazed at Shen Yichao gently, "How can I look, Xiao Langjun seems to be very disappointed?" You don't want to talk to me, do you want to do something else with me? Xiao Langjun, you are so bad! ”

In the corner of the desk, candles are lit.

She laughed so charmingly in the candle flame that Shen Yichao was unbearable.

He closed his eyes and recited the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra in his heart.

As soon as I read "color is emptiness, emptiness is color", the smell of tobacco suddenly became strong.

Han Yan Liang sat down next to Shen Yichao.

The slender jade hand dyed with Dankou was ambiguously placed on his shoulder.

She took his hand and shared it with him the brass scissors, cutting the jumping wick short.

Her lips touched Shen Yichao's auricle as if she were nothing, "Xiao Langjun refuses to tell me stories, it's okay." Tonight I will cut the candles in the west window with you, and I am satisfied. ”

She tilted her head and rested her cheek on his shoulder, as if attached.

The homeland is like a dream, out of reach.

Getting close to the man from this old country can also be regarded as a consolation.

Shen Yichao's body was tense, like a bowstring.

The girl was delicate and soft, and leaning on his shoulder so much that he could not sit still, like a sore on his buttocks—ahh

His voice rolled, low and hoarse: "When can I go down the mountain?" ”

The girl was delicate: "Xiao Langjun, I'm so lonely, stay with me more." ”

The east wind blows away the stars.

The next day, Chiaki Snow Inn.

Nan Baoyi slept late last night, and when she woke up, she found that Xiao Yi had gone to check the disaster relief money and was not in the house.

She freshened up and dressed herself, studied the map of Guan County for a while, and decided to go to the riverside Yuelao Temple in the afternoon.

She went downstairs with a fan and saw Cheng Dede and Nan Yan arguing in the lobby.

She asked the shopkeeper for a table of dishes, and watched them while eating.

Nan Yan cried and cried, complaining that Cheng Dede didn't go to suppress the bandits, but he didn't hurt her.

Cheng De scolded her for being ignorant, saying that the suppression of bandits was not child's play, and it was impossible to mobilize troops and horses casually.

Nan Baoyi took a bite of shrimp noodles.

"I quarreled all night last night, and the guests next door came to complain, if it weren't for Cheng Gongzi's identity, I really wanted to blow them out!" The shopkeeper personally sent a bird's nest with rock sugar and red dates, "Master Hou told the small kitchen to prepare it for the girl before going out this morning, how about you taste the stew?" ”

Rock sugar bird's nest!

Nan Baoyi's eyes lit up.

She took the small bowl and took a bite, it was tender and sweet.

Thinking that this was prepared by Lord Quanchen personally under the orders of the kitchen, she couldn't help but feel a special sweetness in her heart, and even her mood was much more lively.

When she was eating happily, in the lobby, Cheng Dede actually started with Nan Yan!

He slapped Nan Yan in the face and said angrily: "I brought you out, not to ask you to make trouble for me!" was also caught on the mountain, why didn't Nan Baoyi make trouble to suppress bandits? ! ”

"Cheng German, I'm your woman!" Nan Yan covered his face in a broken heart, "Your own woman was captured by the bandits, don't you want to take revenge?!" What kind of man are you?! ”

She ran out of the inn crying.

Nan Baoyi licked the bird's nest spoon.

Nan Yan is very vain, and his gas is narrow, and he will be repaid.

Her being caught by the bandits on the mountain is tantamount to a humiliation for her, and in order to maintain her reputation, she is bound to hope that all the bandits will die.

But if you expect Cheng German's coward to avenge her, it is estimated that it will be difficult in the next life.

She's in a better mood.

After lunch, she still held the fan and walked along the street happily.

She bought her favorite skirt jewelry and instructed the shopkeeper to send it directly to Youshan Yaju.

She bought some sweet cakes to eat, followed the excitement, and unconsciously walked to the Yuelao Temple by the river.

Countless street vendors rushed to the market to set up stalls around the Yuelao Temple to sell.

Young men and women rub shoulders, not only to catch the market, but also to worship the old moon and seek marriage, which is very lively.

Nan Baoyi took a bite of the pumpkin cake, and unexpectedly, saw two acquaintances in the crowd.

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