No matter how reluctant he was, Jieya was finally brought back by Qi Dui, and returned to his underworld to continue to sell his labor diligently for the benefit of thousands of souls.

"As the king of Hades, Jieya should be the boss of the underworld, and Qi Dusk is a judge, so he should be his subordinate. Why is Jieya so afraid of Qi Dusk? And it sounds like Jieya is much older than Qi Duan, and his cultivation should be higher than Qi Duan, but the relationship between the two of them is ...... How does it feel reversed? "For the big melons of Jieya and Qi Duan, Yuanquanquan was happy to eat them from the beginning, but while eating melons, there was also a question.

Just after taking a shower, by the way, someone took a basket of cheap yuan circle circle sitting cross-legged on the bed. on, ask about meditation.

Meditation sat beside her, reached out and picked up a strand of water-soaked hair, dried it with a spell, and then played with it around his fingers.

"You're going to ask them about that."

"Also, from the moment Qi Dusk appeared, I felt his feelings for Jieya...... It seems to be a little different...... "Although I am not sure, as for the relationship between the two people, Yuan Quanquan still insists on his own guess.

"What's the difference?" The meditation cultivator shook the handful of hair and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words.

"I think Qi Duxi is ......" Halfway through the words, he stopped, glanced at the meditation cultivation, and silently swallowed the remaining half of the sentence back into his stomach.

Meditation asked with his eyes, but Yuan Quanquan shook his head, "It's nothing, maybe I'm thinking too much." ”

This kind of thing that seemed normal to her was not like that in the eyes of these ancient people.

Skipping this topic, Yuan Quanquan pulled his hair back from the meditation cultivator's hand and lay back on the bed. and began to think about the next trip.

They were heading all the way south, and Yanbo City was the first stop they had arrived, so she had to make a good calculation of where they should go to this second stop.

However, although she has been in this world for a year, she basically stays in the capital, and she doesn't know what fun places are outside the capital. asked Xiaozhi and Xiang'er, but the two little girls were also natives of Beijing, and they couldn't give her any constructive advice.

Before thinking of the next place to go, Yuan Quanquan decided to spend a few more days in Yanbo City for the time being.

It was rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and when I got up in the morning, Yuan Quanquan saw Xiao Zhi closing the window, and Xiang'er came in with toiletries to serve the meditation and wash.

"What's wrong? Why do you close the windows? Rubbing his eyes from the bed. Going up and down, he squinted and yawned, and when he walked to the side of the meditation, he was fished over and asked for a good morning kiss.

Xiang'er held the towel that wiped her face, lowered her head and pursed her lips secretly.

Xiao Zhi also answered her question with a slight blush: "Miss, it's raining outside." ”

Already accustomed to someone's cheekiness, after waiting for the meditation to finish, the Yuan Circle naturally tilted his head, and looked in the direction of the window over the body of the meditation cultivator, "It's raining?" ”

The climate in the north is dry, and the south is moist and rainy. After coming to Yanbo City for so many days, it was the first time it rained.

Yuan Huanhuan walked to the window, pushed the window that Xiao Zhi had just closed a little more, and poked his head out to look out.

The drizzle is like silk, and the mist is like smoke.

In the early morning, the whole Yanbo City was bathed in rain, and the bluestone alleys in front of me, with white walls and tiles, were soaked in a wet; The green mountains and green waters in the distance, swaying and light boats, are enveloped in that layer of rain and fog.

Because of the rain, there are many fewer small vendors on the streets, and the lively street market has been much quieter a few days ago, but there are still many men with 80-year-old mothers and 8-year-old children who have set up a simple canopy to make a living, and are conscientiously selling on the streets.

"Steamed buns—hot steamed buns—freshly baked buns—"

If it is placed on weekdays, this cry mixed with many shouts may be drowned out. But today, there are fewer people setting up stalls on the streets, and the voice of the hawker selling steamed buns is much louder on the quiet street.

A pedestrian went over to buy buns with an oil-paper umbrella, and the vendor immediately raised a warm smile on his face: "This lady, how many do you want?" ”

After collecting the money, he wrapped several white and soft buns in yellow oiled paper for the customer, watched the other party leave with a smile, and continued to shout.

Yuan Quanquan looked at those big and white buns and suddenly wanted to eat them. Immediately, he turned his head and ordered Xiao Zhi: "Go, buy me a few buns." ”

Xiao Zhi smiled and went out to buy her buns.

Yuan Quanquan only wore a middle coat, and he didn't feel cold, leaning against the window and continuing to enjoy the graceful scenery of the rainy Jiangnan.

After the meditation was washed, he took the warm towel in Xiang'er's hand, walked to her side, pinched her chin with two fingers and turned his face to face him, and the towel leaned up to wipe her face personally.

"Xiaoquan'er likes to eat steamed buns so much, aren't you afraid to eat yourself into steamed buns?" With a smile and a joke, the meditation cultivator went all the way down from his forehead, gently wiped the white little face of the Yuan Circle, paused when he wiped his mouth, covered the other party's eyes with a towel, and leaned over to grab the red lips in front of him again.

Yuan Quanquan just wanted to refute, but was suddenly attacked again.

Slightly raised his head, his vision was blocked, and he felt the man's cool lips cover him. Unlike the good morning kiss just now, this kiss is more passionate, wilder, with a little lust, but extremely gentle.

Yuan Huanhuan took two steps back, leaning back against a low shelf by the window, making a soft noise when it collided.

The handcuff of the meditation cultivator was around her waist and brought her body into her arms, and the bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, and Yuan Huanhuan could clearly feel that the other party had changed somewhere.

"Hmm...... Hey, you converge a little! The pink fist slapped the man's shoulder twice, and Yuan Huanhuan reached out to take down the towel covering his eyes, faded back a little, and scolded in a low voice, "Xiang'er is still there!" ”

The meditation cultivator hooked the corners of his lips and smiled evilly. Mei: "There's no one in the house right now. ”

Yuan Quanquan was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at the position where Fang Cai Xiang'er was standing,, where are the people?

…… The little girl is very discerning.

Adhering to the tenet of not disturbing the intimacy of the masters, Xiang'er withdrew from the room with great foresight when she wiped her face with her own hands in the Yuan Circle, and also took the door very considerately.

A man's early morning always has to be more energetic, Yuan Quanquan looked down speechlessly, but he didn't intend to serve someone. He broke free from his arms, pulled the towel from his hand, walked to the washing shelf by himself, washed his face and rinsed his mouth, and glanced at the man somewhere after changing his clothes.

Yo, it's quiet.

Secretly pursing her lips and chuckling, Yuan Quanquan called Xiang'er in again and asked her to comb her hair.

After cleaning up, Xiao Zhi also happened to buy steamed buns and came back, and the little girl held the hot steamed buns she bought, and her clothes were soaked in the rain.

Yuan Huanquan wiped her with a brocade handkerchief, and although what she said sounded like blame, it was a word of worry: "It will get wet when it rains so much, is the umbrella you are holding a broken umbrella picked up from the garbage heap?" ”

Xiao Zhi knew that this was her young lady caring about her, and smiled stupidly: "It's so wet, it's going to dry out in a while, and the slave is fine." Miss, hurry up and eat the buns while they're hot, they won't taste good if they're cold. ”

Yuan Quanquan glanced at her with disgust, and gave Jinpai to Xiang'er, asking Xiang'er to help her wipe it.

seems to have a soft spot for steamed buns, and while eating in the Yuan Circle, he suddenly remembered Xue Doudou.

Thinking about it, she seems to have not met Doudou for a long time, and she left the capital to go out to play in the mountains and rivers and didn't let anyone tell her, if it's okay, I'm afraid that Doudou will suddenly find her something......

However, Doudou's steamed bun shop business is getting better and better, and if she is busy making money every day, she shouldn't have anything important to look for.

Thinking about it this way, the Yuan Circle was a little more relaxed. Since he thought of Xue Doudou, Yuan Quanquan pondered, it was difficult to come out to play, so he had to bring some gifts back to others.

There are also mothers' concubines, concubines' mothers', and little princesses', each of whom has to bring gifts.

Just thinking about what gift to bring to everyone, Yuan Xiaobaotong, who smelled the smell, ran into the house, spontaneously climbed on the chair and sat down, pointed to the bun on the table and shouted: "I want it too!" ”

Yuan Quanquan stuffed a piece of his mouth, turned his head and asked Shen Xiu: "Beitang, what does the concubine like?" ”

What she wants in the palace, she doesn't pay much attention to what the concubine likes on weekdays. It's the concubine, who knows her preferences clearly, and sends someone to send some over every now and then.

Thinking about it this way, her daughter-in-law seems to be a little incompetent......

After silently examining herself in her heart for three seconds, Yuan Quanquan looked at the meditation cultivator with burning eyes, hoping that he could give her an answer.

As a result, Ming Xiu lowered his eyes and looked at her for a long time, and spit out two words: "Child." ”

Yuan Quanquan: "Huh? ”

Ming Xiu smiled slyly and explained, "The mother's favorite is naturally the child. The small circle gave birth to one for this king, and the mother concubine will be happy. ”

Metaverse: "......"

"Are you serious?" Looking at the meditation cultivation with an expressionless face, the Yuan Circle actually wanted to shout: Is it possible to give birth to a child if I want to? What the are you talking about a skeleton ghost giving birth! Is it too hard to breed across species?

In fact, this is half a joke and half serious.

In fact, he also knows that for now, the "child" is unlikely for him, but this does not prevent him from looking forward to it.

"Princess, do you want to bring a gift to the concubine?" Xiang'er suddenly spoke up and gave a suggestion to the Yuan Circle very reliably, "The concubine likes to collect fans on weekdays, and she loves fans of various materials and embroidery methods. In previous years, if there was a fan in the tribute of the dynasty, the emperor would send it to the palace of the king of Ming for the concubine to choose. If the princess wants to give a gift to the concubine, the slave thinks that she can pick a fan, and the concubine will be happy. ”

"Fan?" This is the first time I've heard of this metaverse.

Collecting fans? It's a peculiar hobby. However, it seems to be quite normal to say, just like many people like to collect stamps in modern times.

"You said that the mother concubine especially likes Suzhou fans?" Yuan Quanquan touched his chin and began to ponder, and after a while, he asked, "How far is Suzhou from here?" ”

Xiang'er shook her head: "This...... The slave didn't know. ”

Yes...... Forget that the little girl has been living in the capital, and it is in vain to ask her.

So, Yuanquanquan called Xiao Er of the inn to come up and asked him about the distance between Yanbo City and Suzhou.

"Suzhou, it's not far, if you take a carriage, you can get there in about three or four days."

Three or four days? Ok Ok.

So, the Yuan Circle, who was worried about where to go next, slapped his palms and set the next itinerary.

"It's decided, we'll leave for Suzhou tomorrow!"