Oiran saw that Nanqiang's face was covered with frost, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no!" That boy never stepped in half a step, he didn't know that you were a girl's family. ”

Nanqiang's face changed, and the Oiran knew that he had said the wrong thing, and then said coquettishly: "Girl, this is a person who has some habits, and there is nothing special about it." ”

Oiran looked at Nan Qiang's eyes and stared: "Nonsense! Who said I had that fetish! ”

"Yes, yes, no, the girl said no, that's no!"

Nanqiang was angry, the more he depicted it, the darker it became, his head hurt badly, Nanqiang rubbed his temples and exhaled.

"Which of you served me last night?"

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads: "I have never served the girl, if the girl is in high interest today and wants someone to serve, it is easy to say." ”

Oiran looked at the short sword on the table, and reluctantly snorted.

Nanqiang was upset: "Who wants you to serve, who of you today dares to say half a sentence Lao Tzu chopped you!" ”

Nanqiang looked frightened one by one, and waved his hand impatiently: "Go out!" ”

Nanqiang was fortunate to ask and asked, no one here was very clear to tell the truth, she was a daughter, and these Oirans knew.

Nanqiang spent a plug fee, and several people happily twisted their waists and went out.

When he pushed the door open, Huaiqing stumbled in, Huaiqing touched his nose, looked at Nanqiang, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's a good demeanor, good energy, admiration and admiration!" ”

"That's natural, and the master is not in vain."

Nanqiang really looked a little overly prostrated at the moment, and his breath was weak, and his expression was sad.

Huaiqing stepped forward to support Nanqiang, while caring intimately: "This girl is good, but you also have to be temperate." Look at your weak legs, this waist...... Tut-tut......"

Nanqiang held his stomach and couldn't wait for Sai Huaiqing to go into the river to feed the fish.

Nanqiang forced a smile on his face, just out of the Mandarin Tower, Fusong and Nanqiang passed by on the street.

Nanqiang was weak, and Fu Song glanced at Huaiqing quietly.

Huaiqing's gaze happened to meet Fu Song's, and Huaiqing's eyes were cloudy.

Qingyu, who was following behind Fusong, happened to be holding a bag of meat buns and walked towards Fusong with her head up.

Qingyu called out Fu Song, and Fu Song was silent for a long time.

"Brother Fusong, what's wrong?"

Fu Song returned to his senses, his face was awe-inspiring, and his voice was gentle: "I just thought about Mr.'s poems, but I still don't understand its artistic conception." ”

Qingyu smiled, revealing a tiger tooth, the pear vortex on her face was shallow, and the sunlight fell on her face, which was young and vigorous.

"Brother Fusong didn't understand what he meant, and when he arrived in Kyoto, he could have a long talk with Wenren Zhongshu, and he might have realized it."

Fu Song was dressed in a crescent-colored robe, with a white hosta on his head, a handsome face, and a faint fragrance on his body, like a spring breeze, and pedestrians on the road looked back one after another.

Qingyu is in front of Fusong, and it has also become the polish of Fusong.

Nanqiang returned to the inn, Bai Zhi had a bitter face, and before Bai Zhi could ask, he was kicked out by Nanqiang.

Bai Zhi came back to her senses in shock, rolled up her sleeves angrily, and muttered in a low voice that Nanqiang had no conscience.

In the next few days, Nanqiang was very interested, and when he mentioned Qinglou Flower Wine, his face was flat.

After resting in Yucheng for a few days, Huaiqing didn't know what to do secretly, and just after night, he hurriedly returned to the inn, packed up his things and went straight to Kyoto.

As soon as he came out of Yucheng, Nanqiang came back to life, and the shame suffered by Yucheng had passed.

There are a few Oiran in Yucheng, she can only stay in Yucheng for the rest of her life, who will recognize her when she arrives in Kyoto, she Nanqiang is still a good man who eats and drinks without worrying!

Seeing that she was about to arrive in Kyoto, Bai Zhi's heart felt like thousands of ants crawling around in the hot pot.

Kyoto is very good, but the princess and princess are still in Kyoto! Isn't this running around shirtless under the nose of a tiger?

In case of bad luck, encountered, caught by the prince and princess, this county lord is in the valley gorge pass thousands of miles away, and the princess is in the Nanhuai Palace, who will save them?

Besides, when I looked at Nanqiang's posture, he wanted to stuff Si Bai into Kyoto Nanfu.

Bai Zhi retreated in her heart, and as soon as she seized the opportunity along the way, she secretly poked Nanqiang and said this.

Nanqiang was tired of hearing it, and Bai Zhi became interested. Her young lady is eating the scales and has an iron heart, and this Kyoto must go.

When they arrived in Kyoto, Nanqiang and Huaiqing were both happy, and Si Bai and Bai Zhi had their own sorrows.

Nanqiang originally planned to stay at the Kyoto Inn, and have a good meal and drink with Huaiqing, and the two of them said goodbye.

Nanqiang settled in the inn, took Huaiqing straight to the famous restaurant in Kyoto, and ordered a table of good wine and food.

Bai Zhi and Si Bai sat down, looking at Nanqiang and Huaiqing who didn't know when their relationship became so good.

Obviously, last night, the two of them were torn and scuffled together because of a chicken leg, and when they entered Kyoto in the morning, they were finally relieved, and the two looked like they were old and dead.

The two of them will call each other brothers, hook shoulders and backs, pour wine to each other, dry one by one, and even talk about trivial things along the way.

Bai Zhi sighed almost inaudibly, and gave a piece of meat to Si Bai.

Si Bai's eyes were gloomy, and he never said a word.

Nanqiang was slightly drunk, poured a glass of wine for Huaiqing, and said with a stupid smile: "Stinky Taoist, I respect you for this cup, thanks to your money bag along the way, I have eaten and drunk well and lived well all the way." Although we will never see each other again in the future, after all, the master is also a person who misses kindness, and this cup must be drunk. ”

Huaiqing picked up the wine glass and glanced at Nanqiang with disdain, his face flushed and slightly drunk.

Huaiqing grabbed a handful of peanuts: "You owe me eighteen chicken legs that have fallen into your stomach!" ”