The goose-yellow shirt was raised, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl stood in front of her.

The eyebrows are crooked, the eyes are rippling, and the little face of a baby fat goose egg is indescribably endearing.

She lifted her sword and drank coldly, and the cold light of the sword pointed at me: "Say, where is he?" ”

I sighed, she had followed me for more than three hundred and eighty miles.

"Little children, don't play with such dangerous things," I said, pushing away the sword from my chest as if unintentionally, "besides, I don't know you,"

Her face turned red suddenly, and she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed.

"You, you, you are talking nonsense......" she opened her cherry mouth and stared at me without shying away from it, "it was you who stood beside him that day in the street. ”

"I won't be mistaken," her hand holding the sword suddenly trembled.

As if remembering something, she pursed her mouth.

"That time, you were wearing a moon white shirt,"

"I wear a moon white shirt every day, and this kind of clothes is piled up three times,"

"That time, you pinned the Aoki hairpin,"

"I wear a Aoki hairpin every day, and this hair ornament is eighteen inches,"

She threw away her sword, crouched down, and began to cry aloud.

"I don't care, I don't care, it's you. You white-clothed and black-hearted devil will skin me,"

I rubbed my temples, half-bent over, and gently patted her back: "Black girl, don't cry,"

Hey, the pear blossoms bring rain, and they are affectionate...... Crying made my brain hurt.

She slapped my hand away with one paw: "Don't worry about it, go away, go away, fake kindness,"

"Then I...... Really gone? ”

With my long hair scattered across my chest, I leaned over slightly and asked tentatively.

"You go, you go," she said, burying her pretty face in her knees without lifting her head.

And so, very well.

"Farewell," I straightened my robe, and turned into the hazy night.

"Bastard, you give me back,"

"Bastard, will you die if you coax me?"

"Woo woo, you bastard, I curse you not to bloom a single peach blossom, and my wife doesn't have one,"

My ears buzzed, and I rubbed my quivering pinna. This girl's voice is really ...... It's too big.

Fortunately, it is gratifying to get rid of her.

When I returned to the fragrant bone shop, it was already three minutes later, and Zhaorui Xiaohei and the others had already rested.

I tiptoed back to the wing, the bedside shelf filled with my collection for many years.

Pulling out the incense box marked with white ballads, I took out the eight sticks of incense in the box. With the addition of the new one, there are exactly nine.

Dial a copper incense burner and put nine incense sticks in. A tongue of fire popped out, and nine bone incense sticks ignited at the same time. After a while, the incense mist lingered and lingered.

In the dream, a large area of white thatch flowers fluttered, and the familiar girl smiled like April spring.

A good night's sleep.

As the sun slipped into the openwork window, I rubbed my eyes and stepped off the mirror bed. Pick out a seed from the incense ash and put it in the incense box of the white ballad.

Summoning Su Jintianshu, I turned to the page of the white ballad. When I drew the ninth vertical, the option to hold the seed lit up, and I circled a "yes".

The ninth generation, which belongs to the white ballad, is easily grayed.

Closing the brocade book, I sighed.

As soon as I stepped up the stairs, I heard Zhaorui's noisy voice.

"Yo yo, master~ When will you come back, why don't you squeak, I will also prepare some leeks for you to pick up the wind and wash the dust......"

Zhaorui jumped all the way, shaking his round body.

"Shut up," I rubbed my temples, remembering the leek banquet Zhaorui had made last year, and I suddenly got goosebumps.

Leek chicken, leek shrimp, leek balls, leek soup......

Even the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks are all leek colored. So much so, for a long time, when I saw jasper, I would throw it out as a leek.

"Hehe~" Zhaorui laughed heartlessly.

Probably this rat spirit will never know how to spit on leeks for three days.

"Yo~ The master has changed incense again~" Zhaorui shook his mouse nose exaggeratedly, "It smells weird, but how does it look like my daughter's smoke?" ”

"Everyone has a love for beauty." I glared at it.

I privately think that anyone who has no sense of smell can smell this fragrance from afar.

This is the sequelae of getting a new seed, especially in the first few days.

Fortunately, the soul fragrance of the white ballad is cold and sweet. It made me suppress the urge to go out and spread the taste.

After all, the night of Snow Lotus Peak is really cold!

"What about Nianwu, why don't you see him come out?" I looked down at Zhaorui.

"Hehe, he went to Zhang Kee's shop and bought some early. I can't stop it, really," Zhaorui said grumblingly, touching his head.

I frowned: "If you are greedy, you will go by yourself, you don't have to go to him." People who are more than six hundred years old are not ashamed,"

Turning around, I continued down the stairs along the handrail.

The grass and trees are not easy to practice, but they have more love species. Thinking of the white rumor, I got a glimpse of chance, but I ended up in such a situation.

I couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and I walked to the mahogany beauty couch.

"Don't, master~Why are you lying down again~" Zhaorui hurriedly rushed over.

I pinched my fingers and calculated, and there was no business today.

"I don't have any business today, what are you doing if you don't lie down?" I raised my eyes and asked.

Zhaorui's face was heartbroken, and he was angry with me: "My master, today is your birthday, why do you have to do a special job!"

Yes, the rat spirit, there must be a new drama choreographed. At this time, I want to use my birthday to show off.

"Oh, I don't have to," I said, closing my eyes and continuing to recuperate.

"Master~Master~"

The black sleeves were rolled up, and Zhaorui quickly entered the play.

sang it really: pear blossoms weep with rain, poor orphan girl grave.

I glanced at it, count you ruthless!

"You see," I said, holding the fan over my face and waving it away.

Zhaorui loves play, especially light and shadow play. According to itself, the opponent is too weak, and the drama is really lonely.

I thought it was just that no one accompanied it crazy on the way to the opera, so it entertained itself with shadow puppets.

Zhaorui has lived for 600 years, and the lantern shadow drama is the only one it can handle.

After a light and refreshing dinner, Zhaorui locked the door of the store and invited me to the backyard to watch.

Small tables, small sitting groups, melons and fruits are all available.

Zhaorui took Xiao Hei and hid behind the curtain.

I looked behind me as the lights flashed. The empty futon was lined up to the north wall, and Zhaorui was as illusory as ever.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please pay attention~ A good show is about to appear~ Knock knock Qiang~ Knock knock Qiang~"

Zhao Rui flew the shadow puppet villain neatly, and Xiao Hei cooperated to make the stage sound.

"Next, please enjoy, Mr. Zhao's new work - "This Killer Is Not Too Cold"

Poof, Mr. Zhao, it's the name given to him by the rat spirit. The name of this rat spirit is as unserious as it is.

I picked up a loquat fruit, peeled it off, and put it in my mouth.

The protagonist in Zhaorui's play is a female killer.

At this moment, the female killer is being chased by the centaurs behind her.

Zhaorui and Xiao Hei create sparks from time to time when swords collide.

The scene is constantly changing, city walls, mountains and forests, plains. The female killer fled all the way to the river, jumped into the river, and escaped like a slippery fish.

The killer kicked his legs, and the green grass swayed underwater.

Frankly speaking, Zhaorui did it very carefully.

On the other side of the river, the female killer suddenly surfaced, her hair sweeping in a graceful arc.

"Mermaid girl~" The white-faced scholar appeared.

In the next second, his mermaid girl put a long sword to his neck.

Tick-tock, vermilion gradually smudged.

The clothes of the female killer bloom with a red flower. Like a drop of vermilion ink falling into the water, the whole screen turned red.

As far as artistic processing techniques are concerned, Zhaorui's brain is still a bit bright.

The picture turned, and the female killer was lying in the wing. The male protagonist served tea and water, washed and folded quilts, so he was not courteous.

Poof,If you ignore it.,The chain on the man's waist.。 It's true, Lang Qing concubine is envious of others.

The rat spirit really doesn't follow the routine.

Soon, the male protagonist on the stage was sad to the mirror.

Outside the window, blowing and blowing, it is not lively. In the distance, a sedan chair was briskly lifted.

"Ah Lian~" The scholar raised his sleeves to the sky and sighed on his back.

This action is repeated three times.

Zhao Ruiyin is rounding, elongating the drama, so it is not poignant.

couldn't look at this nest of cysts, the female killer flashed with a sword and disappeared.

Knock knock knock ~ knock knock ~

In the mountains and forests, the bride in red will be a poor scholar.

The bride in red had a mournful voice: "San Lang~ Although the man has a big waist and a round waist, and his beard is white,"

She stomped her feet, frowned, and complained: "But he has money!" It's just that we didn't have a chance~"

After that, she fell on the ground and cried bitterly: "San Lang, I have no grievances with you, why do you ruin my marriage!"

The bride pounded the ground, and the scholar seemed to have been struck by lightning.

Qiang Qiang Qiang ~ Knock Knock Qiang ~

The bride returned to the sedan chair as she wished, and the sound of gongs and drums continued to drift into the distance.

The mountains are greener, the water is brighter, and the feng shui river turns west to the east. The female killer washes her hands to make soup, and the poor book is sick and hums in bed.

Spring went to autumn, and the two came together. The scholar gained fame, and the killer regained his feminine appearance.

In the small courtyard, in the flowers, the female killer raised her hand to play the piano.

Bai Shusheng shook his fan and chuckled: "Xiaoyu, your piano is too cold~"

Bang~

Looking at the other side with a cold eye, I ruined the theater with a wave of my sleeves.

"My things, who allows you to do it privately!"