The old doctor's singing contains pathos and trembling, and when people listen to it, they will have a heartfelt feeling - whether it is long or short in the snap of a finger depends on whether you are in the latrine or outside the latrine.

Tang Jiaren paused in the toilet and couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.

Not to mention, the old doctor really sang her feelings when she sang and sang.

Tang Jiaren uncovered her belt and was happy for a while, and then folded the little rough paper left and used it.

The singing outside had turned into a deadly hum, like a man in a dying throe.

People say: People should live with dignity!

says: disagrees!

Tang Jiaren lifted her pants and took out two identical snack belts from her arms. Dark blue thick cotton cloth, the size of a palm, embroidered with two silver characters - Baichuan.

One snack bag contained the wrench that Duanmuyan gave her, and the other contained half a bag of crispy dates.

Tang Jiaren squinted and smiled, like an old fox.

The old doctor's humming suddenly rose and stopped.

Tang Jiaren put away the snack bag, stood up, and pushed the door open.

A foul smell came, and the old doctor trembled as if he was about to fall apart.

The moment he saw Tang Jiaren, he could simply describe his expression at the moment. Oh, and one more painful.

Tang Jiaren covered her mouth and nose, carefully avoided the old doctor, and said extremely purely: "Why, didn't you hold back?" Ay...... Who made you sing not affectionately enough, without sincerity, this king can't be discharged, and he is very helpless. Shrugged and slipped away.

Du Yingchao showed a look of disgust on his face and immediately turned to leave.

The old doctor lowered his head, looked at his crotch, then tilted his head, closed his eyes, and had an expression of no love in the evening, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

The door of the second room of Tianzi opened, and the gray-clothed man wearing a curtain fence walked through the brocade guard and walked to the latrine, but when he was about to approach the old doctor, he turned around and went back to the house.

The old doctor moved his legs and walked into the toilet with difficulty, and when he came out again, he was only wearing a long robe, with two long legs as white as jade, and quickly ran into the No. 5 room of Tianzi.

The brocade guards glanced at each other and said secretly: The legs are so white. Hahaha...... Hahaha......

Seeing that the old doctor was so embarrassed, the little medicine boy immediately said angrily: "Brother, who is wrong with you? What about the pants?! ”

The old doctor didn't reply, but just sat down in the chair and scratched the table with his fingers, making a screeching sound.

The little medicine boy hurriedly said, "Brother! Be careful with your nails! ”

The old doctor slowly raised his head, looked at the little medicine boy, and continued to scratch.

The little medicine boy only said: "Brother, if you scratch the table, you will have to pay for it." ”

The old doctor sneered: "Am I short of money?" Joke! He let go of his fingers, looked down at the table, and saw that there were only four shallow traces, so he turned his head. The old doctor opened his mouth, and his voice completely changed, and it was exactly the same as the birdman who stood on the tree with a green body and claimed to be an immortal.

The little medicine boy asked, "Brother, what happened?" What about pants? ”

The old doctor waved his hand and said, "Hugh should ask more." ”

The little medicine boy took out a notebook and a charcoal pen from his arms, and quickly wrote while muttering: Meng Shuilan, the master of Baichuan Pavilion, after feasting, swallowed a few diarrhea pills and went straight to the toilet. When I returned, my pants flew without wings. Brother asked......

Meng Shuilan snatched the book, and after looking at it, she decisively tore off the page, smashed it at the little medicine boy, and shouted: "Looking for death?!" Brother asked? Write again to make you ghost ask! ”

The boy dressed as a little medicine boy, about fifteen years old, named Meng Tianqing, hurriedly shrunk his head, but he did not escape the fate of being hit on the head by the paper ball. Meng Tianqing glared at Meng Shuilan fiercely, suddenly grinned, and said, "I heard someone singing in front of the thatched house, I don't know if it's you?" ”

Meng Shuilan rose up and chased Meng Tianqing to fight.

Meng Tianqing laughed, very happy.

Meng Shuilan immediately said: "You whisper to me!" The reputation of Baichuan Pavilion is about to be ruined by your miserable laughter. ”

Meng Tianqing snorted: "Isn't it regret that you can't carry it clearly?" ”

Meng Shuilanzhi pointed to his head and said in disbelief: "I can't carry it?" ”

Meng Tianqing pointed to his face and gritted his teeth: "Can you paint me like this ghost?!" Do you want to grasp the first-hand information about the six princes, and write the "Baichuan Secret Journal" well? You're trying to make people laugh at me! ”

Meng Shuilan grabbed Meng Tianqing's face, twisted it, and said, "Look at your brother and me, in order to get first-hand information, not only run up and down the mountain, but also dress yourself up and down the mountain!" What is it? This is the invincible determination and the ability to overcome all suffering, you know?! ”

Meng Tianqing opened Meng Shuilan's hand and muttered, "Yes, you are amazing, you have pulled your trouser pockets, you are the most powerful." ”

Meng Shuilan withdrew her hand, walked to the window, stretched out her hand behind the back of one hand, clenched it into a fist, pushed open the window with the other hand, forgot to glance out, and said quietly: "Tianqing, you can't say that, brother, you know?" ”

Meng Tianqing shuddered.

Meng Shuilan turned her head, grinned, and said quietly: "If you mention this matter again, my father and mother will only have one son left." Even if they are under the Nine Springs, they will be sad. ”

Meng Tianqing showed a look of fear, nodded and responded, "Got it, brother." He turned his head, pursed his lips, and said secretly, "Here we go again." ”

Meng Shuilan retracted her gaze and closed the window.

Hearing only the sound of gurgling, Meng Shuilan's expression changed, and he hurriedly covered his stomach and said to Meng Tianqing: "Give me the pants, hurry up!" ”

Meng Tianqing took a step back and said cautiously, "What are you doing?" That's all I have for you, what am I wearing? ”

Meng Shuilan pulled Meng Tianqing's collar, gritted her teeth and said, "If you want to take it off, take it off quickly, understand?!" ”

Meng Tianqing hurriedly said: "I understand, I understand." Reaching out and taking off his pants, he handed it to Meng Shuilan.

Meng Shuilan hurriedly put it on.

Meng Tianqing said: "Brother, be careful. If we pretend to be like this, it will be troublesome if we are considered assassins. ”

Meng Shuilan sneered and said, "Assassin? It's full of assassins! Oops...... "Hold your stomach and run to the door.

Meng Tianqing muttered, "You deserve it!" It's good, why do you have to stab the prince! ”

Meng Shuilan turned her head and glared: "He has a problem, I'll try, understand?!" ”

Meng Tianqing smirked: "It's a good try." ”

Meng Shuilan turned her head, opened the door, and rushed into the toilet again.

This time, when he came out, although he was wearing pants, the trouser leg was obviously torn, and the left leg was a large shortening. Because, there is no rough paper in the latrine.

Meng Shuilan asked the sky speechlessly, and could only swallow her tears in her stomach.

Seeing that the time was up, he returned to the room under the watchful eye of the brocade guard and began to prepare to meet the guests. Oh no, it's time to meet someone.

As for Tang Jiaren, she plugged in the door, took a hot bath, and then changed into new robes and shoes, and was a rich and noble prince like Maitreya Buddha.

After packing up her belongings, she gently pushed the window open a crack, ready to slip away.

Although she ate and drank with Jinyiwei, she was extremely happy, but just now she overheard the conversation between Han Xiao and Du Yingchao, saying that before she entered the palace, she had to verify her identity, and if it was fake, everyone would lose their heads.

She had to escape.

Because, someone wants to fight fakes.

It doesn't feel good to have a knife hanging over your head.

Just like Hugh Xiu said, supporting death is not worthy of sympathy, she better not support herself to death for a few days of happiness. Looking at this obviously ill-fitting gorgeous robe, she was not in a good mood either. Who wants to be fat? Who doesn't love to eat? Ay...... In particular, she found that once she put in the effort to eat, her body would quietly become rounded. That kind of effect, very magnificent; That kind of speed, visible to the naked eye, is terrifying.

She was sick and healed.