Tang Jiaren became stubborn, and a hundred cows couldn't pull it back. What's more, she is very serious about what others promised her. So, there is the following scene.

Meng Shuilan was wearing a gorgeous aqua blue robe, not to mention a hole in her thighs, and there was a large wet patch around her. Those who know the inside know that it is a mark of water that has been washed and washed; People who don't know the inside story think it's ...... Cough...... It's uncontrollable pee......

His hair was a little messy, he had three scars on his face, and he had a long sword in his hand that didn't even have a scabbard.

Tang Jiaren was rooted behind him, shaking the soft sword in his hand, like escorting a prisoner, but also like chasing ducks to the shelf.

The two of them walked along the lively streets, all the way to the so-called high places.

Meng Shuilan's footsteps paused slightly, and she turned her head and said, "Rong changed his robe, believe it or not?" ”

Tang Jiaren shook her head and shook her soft sword vigorously.

Meng Shuilan only felt a cool air coming from his lower back, so frightened that he didn't dare to delay, and immediately stepped forward.

There were more and more people watching the excitement around, Meng Shuilan straightened up her messy long hair, showed a smile that she thought was suave, raised her head with her chest straight, and then ...... Limping.

He grinded his teeth secretly and said: Sooner or later, clean you up!

The two walked for a while, and seeing that they were about to walk through the lively gathering, Tang Jiaren finally had a good conscience and said, "Don't go." That's it. Raising the soft sword, he pointed to the eaves, "Go up." ”

Meng Shuilan showed an unkind expression, but after turning around, she became pitiful, and said weakly like a sick beautiful man: "My left leg is injured, I'm afraid I won't be able to go up to such a high position." ”

Tang Jiadao: "Or, my right leg is also a little injured, so that I can fight side by side and climb together?" ”

Meng Shuilan clutched her chest and said with a hurt face: "So ruthless? ”

Tang Jiaren grinned and nodded.

Meng Shuilan really wanted to twist Tang Jiaren's face again, but she couldn't help it...... There was a faint pain in his left thigh, and he didn't want the old wound to heal and fill in the new one, so he had to give up.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Meng Shuilan found a ladder, put it on the eaves, and then climbed up in pain. With every step he tore, he would ask himself: What kind of sin did he do?!

By the time he reached the roof, he was sweating profusely. Although the robe was not oozing blood, the white cloth wrapped around the thighs was stained red.

He stood on the eaves, wiped the sweat from his head, and lowered his eyes to look at the crowd in a half-circle.

Downstairs, someone shouted and asked, "Childe, you can't think about it!" ”

Yes, this is to see Meng Shuilan holding a long sword, embarrassed, with a dry expression, thinking that he was going to commit suicide.

The corners of Meng Shuilan's eyebrows jumped, then she took a deep breath, smiled as much as she could to maintain her elegance, and said, "A certain ...... ”

Tang Jiaren followed closely and stabbed Meng Shuilan's back with the hilt of his sword.

Meng Shuilan's body leaned forward, stood firmly, raised his head, looked into the distance, and no longer looked at the crowd on the ground.

Qiu Yue wore a curtain fence on her head, came on horseback, and looked up at the two people standing on the eaves.

Tang Jiaren coughed: "Cough!" ”

Meng Shuilan was heartbroken, and said simply: "Endless ancestor, fierce as a tiger; Endless heroines, stunning in the world. "It's not loud.

Tang Jiaren stood behind Meng Shuilan, stabbed him in the back with the hilt of his sword, and said dissatisfiedly: "Have you been hungry for a long time?" How can you be weak? ”

Meng Shuilan nodded and said weakly: "I haven't eaten a drop of water for two days, and there is nothing in my stomach." ”

Tang Jiaren stretched out her hand and sent a piece of dried meat to Meng Shuilan.

Meng Shuilan said with a bitter face: "The serious illness has not healed, and I can't bite it." ”

Tang Jiaren stuffed the jerky into his mouth, chewed it, spit it out into his palm, and handed it to Meng Shuilan: "Here you go, it's soft." ”

Meng Shuilan's entire face was distorted.

Among the people watching the excitement downstairs, there are also people who practice martial arts with deaf ears and eyes. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Meng Shuilan deeply felt that she was embarrassed this time. He really can't continue to stand here, and this farce should be ended as soon as possible. He Tang Jia said: "You can eat it yourself, you have condensed the aura of heaven and earth, and you have energy!" ”

Tang Jiaren raised her hand, put the meat in the palm of her hand into her mouth, chewed and swallowed.

Meng Shuilan turned his head, took a deep breath, and roared majestically: "Endless ancestor, fierce as a tiger; Endless women, glamorous in the world! Endless ancestors, fierce as tigers......" three times in a row, deafening.

After roaring, Meng Shuilan turned her head to look at Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren patted Meng Shuilan's shoulder with the hand that had once held the meat paste, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Good job!" It's a big voice! ”

Meng Shuilan glanced at her shoulders and said with a sad brow: "It's over." ”

Tang Jiaren raised a finger and said, "You said it, you have to shout it four times." The first pass is too quiet to count. ”

Meng Shuilan has already broken through the shackles of her soul, and it is no problem to shout a hundred times. It's like a first-time trader, embarrassed to shout. After two days of getting used to it, he can't let him shout.

But seeing Meng Shuilan throw off her robe, put on an unusually stylish shape, raised her eyebrows lightly, hooked her lips and smiled, and said, "What's so difficult about this." Picking up a strand of long hair with his index finger and middle finger, he tossed it gently, turned around with a smile on his eyebrows, and was about to open his mouth to speak, but found that there was a graceful figure standing at the window of the teahouse opposite, which was ...... Acquaintance.

Meng Shuilan's smiling face froze on her face and slowly disappeared until she was gone. There were complicated emotions in his eyes, but he suppressed them fiercely, not allowing them to show the slightest. He slowly curled the corners of his lips, smiled and nodded at the man.

The woman standing at the window was about twenty-one or twelve years old, and although she was no longer as tender as a peach, she had a different taste in it. She combed the woman's sideburns and her hair was full of pearls. No matter what kind of jewelry you take out, they are valuable treasures. Her skin is fair, her features are sweet, and her cheeks are dimple when she laughs. She wore a pink brocade embroidered with lifelike white plum blossoms. The two beautiful little hands each wore a blood jade bracelet, and at this moment, the little hands gently intersected, pinching the handkerchief and fishing in front of the lower abdomen. The blood jade bracelet surged with red water, adding a bit of a young woman's charm and beauty to her.

The sweet young woman opened her mouth, as if she wanted to call Meng Shuilan, but in the end she just closed her mouth and lowered her eyelids slightly, avoiding Meng Shuilan's gaze.

At this time, another person appeared in the window, and it turned out to be the second prince with white hair.

The second prince looked at Meng Shuilan and said with a smile: "Master Meng Ge, it's really fateful." The first time they met, he didn't know it, so he immediately sent someone to inquire, and finally knew why Meng Shuilan and the fruit trees were sacred. The former is the master of Baichuan Pavilion, but the latter is a fireworks woman. He had already heard of the Lord of Baichuan Pavilion, and he was bent on recruiting him, but he didn't ...... The Lord of Baichuan Pavilion was haunted and turned a blind eye to his sincerity.

Meng Shuilan asked suspiciously, "Your Excellency?" ”

The first time they met on the river, the second prince could see Meng Shuilan clearly, how could Meng Shuilan not see the second prince clearly? When he spoke like this, he was obviously slapping the second prince in the face.

The second prince stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around the waist of the sweet young woman, smiling like a spring breeze, as if he didn't know Meng Shuilan's unreasonableness. He said: "If it weren't for the noble people of the Meng Pavilion who were too forgetful, or that this king was too ordinary and didn't leave any impression on the Meng Pavilion Lord. ”

The sweet woman's face changed slightly when she was held in the arms of the second prince, and her eyes looking at Meng Shuilan were faintly worried.

Meng Shuilan hugged her fists and said, "The prince said it was funny." The prince's demeanor is extraordinary, and a certain nature is unforgettable. It's just that these eyes are lazy when it gets dark, and they really can't see anything clearly. I vaguely felt that the person I saw on the flower boat that day was the prince, but I didn't dare to recognize it. ”

The second prince said: "Those who don't know are not to blame. It's so good to meet today, why don't you drink a few glasses? ”

Meng Shuilan pointed to her clothes and said, "How can you be rude if you are so disheveled?" ”

The second prince said: "It's okay. ”

Meng Shuilan had no choice but to say: "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." He tried his best to straighten his waist, ignoring the pain in his legs, and was about to jump off the eaves, but suddenly remembered the agreement with Tang Jiaren, stood still again, and shouted loudly: "Endless ancestor, fierce as a tiger; Endless women, glamorous in the world! ”

Tang Jiaren looked at Meng Shuilan's side face and felt that he didn't seem to be so annoying. At least, he remembered what he had promised her.

Meng Shuilan turned her head to look at Tang Jiaren and said, "You go back, go to the banquet." ”

Tang Jiaren thought for a moment and nodded. She wants to clean up the white-haired prince, and she can't rush for a while. Because, she didn't dare to guarantee that she would be able to get out of the way, and she was afraid that she would affect others. Steady first.

Can the second prince let Tang Jiaren leave? Apparently not.

The first time I saw the fruit tree blooming, although I saw her face, but because of the dark sky, I couldn't really see it, only from her words and demeanor, it was a little stupid and a simple woman. Now that we meet for the second time, I think she is a little interesting.

When Tang Jia and Meng Shuilan climbed up to the opposite eaves, he noticed their every move. Let's not talk about Tang Jiaren's wilted little appearance, let's just say that she forced Meng Shuilan to shout those two words, and she couldn't let her go.

The second prince raised his voice and said, "Come here together." But there is a smell of command in this.

Meng Shuilan lowered her eyes and looked at Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren grinned, looking harmless to livestock, and said, "Okay! ”

Meng Shuilan's eyes flashed, turned his head to look at the second prince, and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

The second prince felt that something was wrong. He thought the two of them were smiling...... Laughing ...... Anyway, he smiled as if he was having a good time. Happy, isn't it? Not really. When I can see the prince, I should be so excited that I tremble, it is the green smoke from the ancestral tomb.

The second prince's doubts flashed and he withdrew his gaze.

As soon as Meng Shuilan lifted her robe, she was about to jump down.

Tang Jiaren smelled the smell of blood, frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to stop Meng Shuilan, and said, "You wait." She took the lead, climbed down the ladder, and stepped on it steadily.

When her feet stepped on the ground, she raised her head and said to Meng Shuilan: "Stand on the ladder." ”

Meng Shuilan was puzzled and asked, "What to do?" ”

Tang Jiaren tilted his head and repeated, "Stand on the ladder." ”

Meng Shuilan saw that her eyes were stubborn, and knew that she was stubborn and invincible, so she didn't ask any more questions, and really stood on the ladder.

Tang Jiaren put down the soft sword, took out two pieces of jerky from his sleeve pocket, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed. She took a deep breath, picked up the ladder, and staggered towards the restaurant opposite.

Meng Shuilan stood on the ladder, very unstable with the ladder swaying, like a juggler, who could fall down at any time.

However, this time, he didn't feel ashamed. He lowered his eyes and looked at Tang Jiaren, who was struggling to control the direction of the ladder, and his heart was crossed again, a little ...... Warm, somewhat astringent. It was probably the most stable boat he'd ever had. The wound on my leg doesn't seem to hurt so much.