In the middle of summer, the weather became more and more sultry, and the people outside the window screamed endlessly. Dugu Muyu seems to have not slept enough in recent days, and he is lazy on the couch all day long.

Seeing that she was about to get moldy, Si Zhao remembered a place for recreation: "Miss, why don't we go to the Ruyi Pavilion!" She lazily opened her lips and asked, "Ruyi Pavilion?" Where? ”

Sizhao breathed a long sigh of relief, how could she forget this stubble, so she explained: "The Ruyi Pavilion was built by you, it is a Fengyue place. ”

Hearing this, her eyes lit up, and she sat up, she actually had such a ability. Fengyue place, that is the Qinglou, she saw that the Qinglou described in the book is a good place to eat, drink and have fun, and she suddenly became interested. A green robe was pulled out of the cabinet, and the long hair was tied up with a bluestone crown, supplemented by a sandalwood fan. Hooking the corners of his lips and touching the beard on his lips, he has the meaning of a romantic boy.

The street hawkers, jugglers, so lively, bustling crowds. At this time, a group of officers and soldiers isolated the crowd to both sides of the road, only to see one carriage after another driving through the streets. She and Sizhao hid in the crowd, only to see those people discussing: "These are the show girls who entered the palace draft." ”

"If you choose, it's a good thing for the glorious lintel!"

"yes!"

There were more than ten or twenty cars passing by, and she frowned in disgust. It is said that women have needles in their hearts, and if they choose so many women, they will just make a fuss. All of them have their own ghosts, and I'm afraid that Jiayang can't even sleep peacefully, and he has to worry about it all day long. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and I don't know if Wei Wenchu can eat it.

The carriages and horses had finally passed, and the crowds crowded on both sides of the road had dispersed in all directions. When Si Zhao saw her expressionless appearance, he knew that she was angry, and the more angry she was, the calmer she became. Hurriedly opened his lips and said: "I know that Miss is hurting for the queen, throughout the ages, which emperor is from the three palaces and six courts, this is the queen's life." ”

She lowered her eyes, Wei Wenyan's current coldness was not to pave the way for the three wives and four concubines in the future. The dry summer wind blew her face burning, and she became more and more bored in her heart, and strode towards the Ruyi Pavilion.

Sizhao stepped forward and grabbed her, pointed in the direction behind her and said, "Miss, this way." ”

She looked away in embarrassment, and Si Zhaowu had no choice but to hold her hand in case she lost it. Si Zhao began to suspect that she had not only lost some of her memories, but also seemed to feel a little silly now.

I saw that the plaque above her head was written with three golden big characters "Ruyi Pavilion", she stood at the door and sighed, this Ruyi Pavilion is not magnificent, carved beams and paintings, magnificent.

She swaggered and Sizhao stepped into the Ruyi Pavilion, and three or two girls came forward to hold her arm, and called him "Master~" again and again, so that people's bones were crispy, she took out some golden melon seeds from her arms and stuffed them into the hands of those girls, and those girls hugged her with a smile.

It turned out that being a merry boy was so happy, she hid the smile in her heart, and said lightly: "Serve the master well, and the benefits will naturally be indispensable to you!" ”

At this time, a woman with a large peony flower on her head came forward and drank the girls: "What doesn't have long eyes, don't retreat." "It's a pity that all the girls have fled in all directions.

The old bustard stepped forward and whispered, "Miss, the new girl is not sensible, please upstairs!" She didn't seem to have any impression of the flamboyantly dressed bustard in front of her, and looked back at Si Zhao behind her. Si Zhao knew that she had forgotten, so she glanced at her, and she would step on the stairs on one side. The old bustard led her to a side room in the corner of the upper floor, and she stopped and said, "Mother, just arrange a compartment for me." ”

Sitting in the cubicle, she couldn't help but secretly admire her own wisdom to come up with such a brilliant idea in the first place. Lazily leaned back on the back of the chair and opened his lips and said: "Sizhao, I have never been to the Qinglou, how can I build this Ruyi Pavilion, it is indeed very wishful." ”

Si Zhaoqi replied lightly: "Miss, you have been to more than a dozen brothels, not only in Shangyang City, but also in Jiangnan. ”

"Ahem, cough, cough" She squirted out the flower tea that had not yet entered her throat, and she was very capable.

"Don't worry, Master Si, the new girls are kept for you, they are all of the best." The old bustard's voice came from outside the compartment, and she immediately got up and lifted the corner of the curtain, and the person next to the old bustard was indeed Si Yuzong.

Si Yuzong now has no wife and no children, which is exactly what he wants, but he lingers in Fireworks Willow Lane every day. Her eyes suddenly darkened a little, and her greasy figure was really disgusting. He opened his lips coldly and said, "Si Zhao, go and call my mother over." Si Zhao stood still, and was about to speak again, when the old bustard opened the curtain and came in.

The old bustard bowed respectfully and whispered in her ear: "The girl who was waiting for him that day overheard him and the imperial historian Xu Chong mentioning Prince Mu, as if he was talking about the invasion of the border by the state of Wu. ”

Si Yuzong really didn't die, and he snatched her from his mother so that she could be used by him in the future. A person who is mercenary and does everything he can must have greater ambitions. She took a sip of flower tea, the fragrant fragrance lingered on the tip of her tongue, and she opened her lips and said lightly: "Continue to pay attention to his movements, and report at any time." The old bustard bowed and withdrew.

She looked thoughtfully downstairs, singing and dancing in the building, and a woman on the stage held a pipa, babbling and singing a small song. The shaped* men in the audience are surrounded by one or two or three fair women. The draped pink veil gently swayed with the breeze, still a gentle country of drunken dreams.

"Mu Yu is so interested!" The joking voice was especially loud in the small cubicle.

She looked at the person and pressed the hand that Si Zhao held on the scabbard. Silently, he picked a piece of osmanthus cake and put it into his mouth, and slowly tasted the fragrant osmanthus flavor.

Xuan Yi didn't regard himself as an outsider, pulled out the chair on the side and sat down straight. calmly took a sip of the flower tea in front of her, and then closed her eyes and sighed: "The fragrance of flowers is rich, the tea is fragrant, and the tea is good." ”

She snatched the teacup in his hand and fell to the ground, and with a "pop" sound, the crystal clear white porcelain teacup shattered to the ground. She pointed to the curtain and whispered, "Get out!" ”

Xuan Yifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked up an evil smile, and he hugged her slender waist. Sizhao pulled out the cold sword in his hand and crossed his neck, he laughed more and more, leaned into her ear and said: "Look at me from a distance and know that it's you, just ask which son's son will have a willow waist like you." ”

Let's ask which son would be as ignorant of etiquette and shamelessness as him, and flirted with her a married husband several times. Her face sank, and she pushed her elbow against his hard lower abdomen, and Xuan Yi clutched her stomach in pain and screamed, "You are really becoming more and more violent." ”

She glared at him and whispered in his ear, "Get out! When the words fell, she kicked him to the ground, and Xuan Yi supported his head with his elbows, looking lazy and complacent, and said with a hint of charm in his narrow phoenix eyes: "The person who comes is a guest, Mu Yu, there is no business like you!" ”

Hearing this, his face sank, Xuan Yi hooked a strand of hair on his sideburns, and the corners of his mouth said lightly: "Are you curious about how I know?" I know more than that, for example, Si Yuzong, and for example, Dugu Jianzhuang~"

She withdrew her thoughts, her face became more and more indifferent, her fingers knocked on the table one after another, and said coldly: "Say, what do you want!" ”

Xuan Yi sat on the chair, looked at her meaningfully with narrow phoenix eyes, and slowly opened his lips and said, "What I want, you can't give it." ”

She squinted slightly at the person in front of her, dressed in red, with a very handsome face always with an evil smile, the corners of her mouth were raised lightly, and her phoenix eyes showed a faint essence. I saw his crimson lips lightly opened: "I want Wei State, and this world." "The voice is low, with a faint charm.

She leaned in front of his demonic face and stared straight into his eyes: "If you want, you can take it, and Hugh will bother me again." With that, she kicked off the chair beneath him. He fell to the ground with his feet facing the sky, and his face was discolored. It's not funny, she can't help but smile lightly.

He struggled to his feet, just in time to see a chuckle slipping across her face, which turned out to be a laugh, with a hint of evil in his eyes.

"Ahh She clutched the place where her beard had been attached painfully, and it was hot. Xuan Yi picked up the beard in his hand and looked at her proudly: "Come and don't be rude!" asked her to beat her a few times today, how could she not ask for it back! Sure enough, he still tore off this eye-catching fake beard to the eye, otherwise he would always think that he was molesting a young man.

She glanced at him angrily, opened the curtain and ran out of the Ruyi Pavilion with Si Zhao as if she were running away, Xuan Yi looked at the delicate figure, and the meaning in her eyes was deeper. After sitting in the Ruyi Pavilion for a long time, it was already dark, and the red lanterns hung in the dark night, flickering and flickering, like talking eyes.

She slipped in from the back door of the palace like a thief with Sizhao, and had just stepped into the Xianyun Palace, and the tea in her mouth had not yet been swallowed.

Mama Su's hearty voice sounded: "Princess, the freshly stewed black chicken soup, get up and drink some." She was obviously taken aback when she saw Dugu Muyu in a man's brocade robe, and hurriedly helped her to sit on the chair. said anxiously: "How can the princess go out of the house without permission before her body is healed, and what if something happens." ”

She hurriedly picked up the black chicken soup on the table, and the white cup was still steaming. There are a few red wolfberries floating in the yellowish soup, which has the meaning of the finishing touch. Mama Su took a handkerchief and gently fanned the wind and said, "Look at this tired, sweating profusely." ”

She raised her head and drank the soup in the cup, and Mama Su looked at her with a smile: "Slow down, it's not enough!" ”

Don't, these days, Mama Su always changes her tricks to stew all kinds of tonic soups. She pinched her round face, and if she continued to make up for it like this, she estimated that she was so fat that she couldn't even get out of the door.