Qingqing was so angry by the man's words that she wanted to vomit blood, just when she was thinking about how to take the opportunity to fix him, there was a knock on the door, Qingqing didn't want to sit and didn't move, at this time the knock was either Hua Niang or the man's entourage, all of whom Qingqing didn't want to see.

"Yes, there's a knock on the door." The man hiccuped and said to Qingqing, his meaning was obviously to let Qingqing open the door.

"Didn't hear that, did you hear it? Then you go and drive it. Qingqing replied angrily, she got up and sat down on the clothes for a long time, and it was inconvenient for her to walk, so she didn't have to move.

"You girl, if you look like this, you don't know how you died, understand?" The man pointed at Qingqing and walked around to open the door.

"Humph!" Qingqing turned her head around, of course she knew this truth, didn't she have this attitude because you were so bullying? When you encounter a powerful character, Qingqing will pretend to be a grandson.

"Ah, a big rooster?" The man's exclamation came, and Qingqing turned around to see the ink flying in, and the man was still amazed by pointing at the ink.

"What happened?" Qingqing couldn't help but ask anxiously, Ink only left in the afternoon, and when he came back at this time, something must have happened.

"Camel and Shangguan Yu arrived in Kyoto, with Ye Xiangyin, do you want to go back? Or let them come over? Ink shook its feathers, and the drunken man almost grabbed its wings.

"They got here so soon?" Qingqing was a little surprised, "It's better to let Shangguan Yu and them come here to find me, you tell them that this is Shi Jin's place, and I found the people we are looking for, let them all come over." Qingqing said to Shui Mo with a wink, and then his eyes gestured to the man who came over, and Shui Mo nodded and flew away.

"You just talked to that chicken?" The man asked Qingqing drunkenly.

"No, you're getting dazzled by too much drinking. You're good to go, and the time is up. Qingqing stood up and straightened his clothes to leave, but the man reached out and pulled Qingqing's clothes and tugged on his coat and fell under Qingqing's shoulders.

Qingqing looked back at the man and looked at the clothes again, and then kicked the man: "Sick?" The man was kicked and crawled on the ground, and the wine jug in his hand was broken, and the little girl who heard the voice outside looked at this scene and her jaw was about to drop, under normal circumstances, the woman was forcibly pulled by the man or something, and I had never seen the man being beaten and crawled down.

"Remember to ask him for the money for the wine jug when you go back." Qingqing pointed to the miserable man who was crying on the ground and said to the girl, then flicked his sleeves and left the room. The street lights outside are not lit at all like ghost fires, Qingqing groped forward, and heard the sound of string music coming from the building where the game was played at night, and the lights over there were brighter and brighter, Qingqing thought about eavesdropping again, I don't know if Jiaojiao alone can hear more useful information.

Qingqing approached there lightly with the hem of her skirt in her hand, and now she didn't sneak around, anyway, she knew that the nurses behind her back were watching her, so what? Even if she has a headache, they can't do anything to her, and Shi Jin supports her.

Qingqing swaggered up to the second floor, slowly approaching the room where the music came out, and when he was just a few doors away, the music suddenly stopped, and then there was a woman's exclamation and begging for mercy: "Ah, official, don't be like this, our rules here...... Hmm, hmm, ah."

Qingqing heard that it was not good, this was the rhythm of an accident, and rushed over in a few steps, slamming the door hard.

"Get out!" A majestic and cold male voice came, Qingqing ignored him and changed the door to smash the door, smashing the door with a bang.

"Isn't it looking for death?" The door was violently opened, and a man in his twenties wearing black brocade with a wolf's head embroidered on his chest glared at Qingqing angrily, Qingqing looked up at him, and then smiled.

"Brother, are you in such a hurry?" Qingqing said and went straight into the room, where a woman with messy hair was wiping her tears while sorting out her clothes.

"Why are you participating?" The man looked at Qing Qing with a wicked smile.