In Mingyang Curie, several scholars chatted, and suddenly one of them mentioned: "Have you heard of the new Oiran of the Soft Fragrance Pavilion?" ”

"I've heard, well, I've heard that this Oiran is dressed in red, dancing beautifully, extremely charming, and has a bad temper, which is a rare red face in the world."

"How can this be a curse?" A white-clothed scholar retorted: "Have you ever heard her fight the piano with the Oiran of Xueyue Tower, the sound of the piano is cheerful and pleasant, and it makes people feel happy when they listen to it, although they are not as skilled as the Xueqin girl of Xueyue Pavilion, but she is also a clean and pure little girl, but it is a pity that this world has let such a lovely woman fall into the dust." ”

"People are Oiran, how can they be clean?" There was a long scholar who sneered and said: "I've heard, the Oiran of the Soft Fragrance Pavilion is a charming woman who knows how to serve people, so sleep hard, hehe." ”

"Wait, wait, are you talking about the same person?" The purple-clothed scholar who had not spoken all the time and listened carefully said, "How can anyone be charming, pure and amorous?" I think there must be some of you. ”

"Although I heard about it, the person who told me about it is honest and honest, and he has no need to lie to me, Brother Shangguan, don't believe it, there may really be such a person in this world."

The white-clothed scholar hurriedly said: "Hey, I really heard the sound of the piano, I vouch for my character, I didn't lie." ”

The scholar said: "Oh, how can the Oiran be clean, those innocent are all pretended, and people sympathize with it." ”

"What do you say? Miss Thousand Machines is not this kind of person. The white-clothed scholar said angrily.

"Come on, who's afraid of whom?" So the two got up and fought.

The other two hurriedly persuaded to fight.

Shangguan Qianqiu stood up with a smile and sneaked away, Shangguan Qianqiu thought that he wanted these people to react, and found out that it was a bureau set up by himself, and he was afraid that he would have no good fruit to eat, so he had to sneak away quickly.

However, the Oiran of this soft incense pavilion is indeed not ordinary, a thousand machines, interesting.

At this moment, it happened to rain, Shangguan Qianqiu wanted to go home in the rain, anyway, the rain was not particularly heavy, but after walking a few steps, Shangguan Qianqiu had to run back to the teahouse.

Originally, it looked like it was still a little rain, but it turned into a downpour after a while, and Shangguan Qianqiu had no choice but to go back to the teahouse to avoid the rain.

At this time, a woman came running slowly in the rain.

The woman is holding a pink oil-paper umbrella and wearing a blue collared skirt, and her steps are brisk, like a magpie emerging from a bird's nest.

Her laughter was like a bell.

The woman was holding an oil-paper umbrella, but ran into the teahouse to hide from the rain, which was nothing unusual, after all, when the rain was heavy, the woman's skirt was easy to get wet.

But when the woman put away the umbrella and Shangguan Qianqiu saw the woman's bright eyes, his heart suddenly beat slowly, what kind of eyes were they.

Delicate and cute are not enough to describe the liveliness in a woman's eyes.

The woman tilted her head and said, "Is Mr. in a hurry to leave?"

"You call me sir?" Shangguan Qianqiu raised his eyebrows and said.

"Huh? Can't you call me sir? I heard in the book that a learned man should be called sir?" Qianji's voice is a little childish, but it doesn't feel contrived.

It was as if her voice should have been a little innocent.

"Outside, if you see a man because he is called a son, but I am an exception, you can call me sir." Shangguan Qianqiu is a serious way.

The corners of Qianji's mouth were pursed, and he nodded obediently as if he was taught.

Qianji said like this, it was scheming.

In addition to putting on an innocent appearance, it is also to establish a position in Shangguan Qianqiu's heart that is different from ordinary women.

"Sir, do you need an oil-paper umbrella? I just saw you running out of the teahouse, as if you were in a hurry. Qianji's words are a test of Shangguan Qianqiu, if he intends to tease himself in his heart, he will accept the oil paper umbrella, if he has no intention, he will refuse.

Shangguan Qianqiu's decision was crucial.

This determines the "fishing Kaizi" plan after a thousand machines.

"What do you do if I take your oil-paper umbrella?" Shangguan Qianqiu hesitated.

"Don't worry, I'm here to find my brother, my brother won't let me get drenched in the rain, you can take it." Qianji handed the umbrella to Shangguan Qianqiu, ran into Mingyangju with a smile, ran halfway, turned his head and gave Shangguan Qianqiu a sweet smile, and then entered a compartment.

Shangguan Qianqiu sniffed the umbrella gently, and there was a good smell of peach blossoms on the umbrella, but it was different from the peach blossom fragrance on the market.

This taste is very sweet, and while smelling the fragrance of flowers, it seems that there is also a peach blossom honey in her mouth, which is very sweet, like a woman's smile looking back.

Qian closed the compartment door, and a yin and yang voice came from behind, "You said I was my brother?"

"Master, of course you are my brother, like a brother." Qianji hugged Wan Ling's neck and said softly.

Wan Ling hugged Qianji with his backhand, put her in his arms, and said gently, "What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat preserves."

"I'll feed you." Wan Ling picked up a candied fruit and handed it to Qianji's mouth.

Qianji took off the veil and gently took the candied fruit with his mouth.

Wan Ling took the opportunity to kiss Qianji, and not only that, but also ate half of the candied fruit in Qianji's mouth.

"Master, you are so bad." Qianji's face turned slightly red, in order to get the initiative and not let Wanling take advantage of it, Qianji preemptively: "Master, what do you want to eat?"

Wan Ling smiled slightly, and whispered in Qianji's ear: "I, I want to eat you."

Wan Ling's voice was hoarse and warm, with an unspeakable temptation.

Qianji's pink face was a little hot by this voice, and he also felt Wan Ling's body change slightly.

Qianji hugged his knees, buried his head in his knees, and said sullenly, "Don't."

"Why?" Wan Ling's voice began to grow hoarse, and his tongue gently sucked on Qianji's pink ears.

"It hurts." Qianji's voice trembled slightly.

Wan Ling was slightly stunned, and slowly carried Qianji to another position, put a veil on Qianji, and shook the copper bell in front of the window.

Xiao Er opened the door, bent over, and said respectfully, "What do you want from the guest?"

"I want some chilled watermelon." Wan Ling said in a low voice.

"Okay, please wait." Xiao Er trotted out of the door, and carefully closed the door before going out.

Xiao Er let out a long sigh of relief, the guest just now was too scary, and his eyes were as if he wanted to eat himself.

Xiao Er didn't dare to slack off, and quickly delivered a plate of chilled watermelon.

After Xiao Er closed the door, Wan Ling did not pick up the watermelon, but picked up a piece of ice, held it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Master, you're going to have a bad stomach like this." Qianji whispered.

"It's okay, when are you not afraid, the master is eating you, and now the master can only eat ice." Wan Ling's voice was low, but the words were all about Qianji's concern.

Qianji took out a piece of watermelon from the ice and handed it to Wan Lingdao: "Eat watermelon, watermelon is very sweet."

"Have you eaten it?"

"Nope." Qianji shook his head honestly.

"Then you take a bite of watermelon and tell me whether it's sweet or not."