Li Qing's face at this time was like a dried bitter gourd.

Lord Shizi, you sneaked into Qingming Mountain alone, what is going to happen, Li Qing, how can I explain to the prince?! …… Well, even if something doesn't happen to you, you'll have Childe with you! I know that only you can control this little Shura......

"Childe is scarce, don't eat it anymore." Li Qing was powerless.

"Eat another one!"

"Stopped! Stopped! This lustful old man didn't do anything evil, and he didn't look good. Hey, he peed his pants and it stinks. Forget it. ”

"Okay...... Brother Qing, you are still the best for me. You don't know how long the prince has put me up for ......"

The Medicine King cried. If he had known that Jute San and the others were bastards, how could he follow them down the mountain? I secretly fulfilled my long-cherished wish at Huang Xian'er last night, and when it was dawn, I was scared when I knew. What if she was angry with the little white face and knew that someone had stolen the peach last night, and she was suspicious of herself? For now, the only way to avoid the limelight is to avoid the limelight, and after seven or eight days, she will forget about this stubble......

Who knew that as soon as he got off the mountain, the three or so Jute people showed their faces, forced him to get on their thief ship, robbed three families, and gave the daughter of the last family to ...... Fortunately, he swallowed three strong pills in a row last night, and did his best on Huang Xian'er, but it is really useless today, otherwise at this time, I am afraid that he will be the same as Huang Jute and a few of them......

Oh, my God! This white-faced and red-lipped little dwarf is the Shura demon that was released by the underworld without closing the door?! Jute three of them were actually torn alive and eaten by him...... This Bodhisattva who stopped Shura from eating himself was wearing an official uniform and a big knife pinned to his waist, he must be Guan Erye!

Second Master Guan Li Qing waved his hand at him: "Let's go, let's go." ”

The lesser of two evils, the medicine king weighed it and fled into the Great Xiangguo Temple. Amitabha, no matter how fierce the ghost is, he doesn't dare to enter this treasure land, right?

On the other side, Shi Ziye sat on the bamboo couch and patted the empty space beside him - "Xiao Er, come here." ”

"It's cool here. I just slept on the windowsill. She leaned against the window. When Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai shared the same bed, put water between the two? This... This is very embarrassing, could it be that Zhu Yingtai also thinks that Liang Shanbo is a broken sleeve? Or is Liang Shanbo a broken sleeve? Otherwise, what are the two big men doing in the middle of the two big men sleeping, twisting and pinching the bowl of water? Afraid of what to do?

Tonight...

"Little Er," the Seventh Prince frowned, "There are no outsiders here, do you still want to pretend to be my little servant?" Naturally, you sleep on the couch. ”

Bang Yue listened to the words, and naturally thought that he was going to sleep somewhere else, so he rubbed it over.

"And where do you sleep?"

"Naturally, I also sleep on the couch." The eyebrows and eyes are crooked, "You and I have spent a good night together for more than one day or two, and Xiao Er is not used to it?" ”

Listen, what's that called!? This is the third day they've known each other! Really talkative!

She hesitated. On the first night, the two of them did spend the first night on the gray canopy Xiaoyu, which was much smaller than this bamboo bed... But how can it be the same now and then? … What's the difference? Didn't you already know that he had broken his sleeve? Why didn't you think there was anything wrong with it at that time...

He looked calm. Bang Yue thought that if she twisted it again, there would be no three hundred taels of silver here, so she simply kicked her boots and crossed her legs on the couch.

"Master Huang gave me a pot of pear blossom brew, try it?" He smiled.

The seventh prince took out a "pot" of wine from under the bed.

Bang Yue glared, this is called a pot? It's clearly a bucket.

"I, I don't drink."

The seventh prince smiled lightly and held up two fingers.

"One," he retracted his middle finger, "you see me drinking with Huang Da Master, and you only wonder how I can drink those wines, and you don't worry that I will get drunk." It can be seen that Xiao Er is good at drinking. ”

Bang Yue frowned and recalled that she was really not worried, because Huang Da was very good at a glance, and the Seventh Prince's bowl was neatly raised, quite like a wine fairy... No, it's not your wife, why worry about whether you're drunk or not?

He moved the finger that he had taken down: "Your reaction at the moment is solid. ”

All right... It turned out to be an ambush here.

He put away his index finger: "Second, Huang Xian'er's bowl of wine is more than three taels." You're in a hurry, and you're not drinking all the way back. ”

She blinked, took two tea bowls, and scooped wine out of the barrel.

I just like this temperament. The Seventh Prince squinted at her, with a smile on his face that had succeeded in his conspiracy. He didn't mean to do anything bad, he just wanted her to drink and tell the truth that she was a woman. In this way, when others photographed her, touched her, and invited her to take a bath, he justifiably "helped" her, adding another layer of indescribable intimacy.

He quickly regretted it.

As he expected, she had a lot of alcohol.

As he expected, she didn't drink much, and when the small half barrel of pear blossoms was brewed, her two eyes turned into two peach blossoms, burping with fragrant pear blossoms.

Can... Instead of showing her daughter's posture, she rolled up her sleeves and trousers, jumped off the ground, stepped on the bamboo bed with her right foot, put her right elbow on her knee, copied the tea bowl, and shouted at him arrogantly: "Drink! Drink! ”

……

She finally let go of that foot. Before the seventh prince could breathe a sigh of relief, she touched him and sat down.

His heart was beating wildly, and she... Want... Do what?

She put her left hand around his shoulder and patted him.

"You... Feel relieved! In the future, I will cover you! She clenched her right hand into a fist and pointed her thumb at herself, "What, what sheep and thousands of pigs, don't, don't be afraid!" Ha! Actually, I have a very good girlfriend and best friend, hahaha! ”

Pigs, cows, sheep, and even turtles came. The seventh prince bent one knee and held his forehead weakly. Iniquity.

She muttered, and finally planted her head on the tea table.

"Damn!" She clutched her head and jumped up: "Which grandson hit me?" ”

The Seventh Prince burst into tears. I picked it myself, and I recognized it.

He removed the tea-table and waited for her to rest.

Nothing was said all night.

When Bang Yue woke up the next day, the seventh prince was not in the guest house.

A pair of eyes are clear and clear, how can there be a half-hungover look?

She sighed softly, Seventh Son, Seventh Son, the night is too quiet, if you don't pretend to be crazy with wine, I'm afraid you will hear my heartbeat out of rhythm......

It's over, do you like a broken sleeve? And, obviously, he's also interesting to himself!

Eight out of ten men are bad, and the remaining two show affection...... But, Qin Bangyue, I'm not a man!

Last night, he slept by the window, his head tilted slightly, and the lines of his side face glowed silver in the moonlight, clear and distinct, too beautiful to describe in words.

So charming... I really want to smell the faint smell of plants on his body again. I don't know if it's the illusion brought by Huang Xian'er's wine, or if he is really fragrant.

He's not the kind of boy who wears a sachet on his body and renders his clothes with incense.

He was very clean and refreshing. Huang Da sent a change of clothes, and he didn't pick them, he just wore them, which was natural and casual. It's just that he still loves the moon-white robe more, and as long as it dries, he will change it.

I have seen many people in this life, and none of them are like him.

He is very easy-going, but everyone except himself is respectful when they see him, even... Detours. His clothes are made of fine materials, and the dark lines on them are faintly sparkling, which is a very fine manual work, which is worth a lot of money, and his bearing, the family must be either rich or expensive, but he never pays attention to food and clothing, and he is familiar with washing clothes by himself. He is smart and sophisticated, calm and calm in situations, where is he like a person who can be frightened by Yang Wan and dare not go out of the yard? I don't know how gorgeous he sings, how can such a person be nameless?

He really doesn't look like a guy who can use prostitution! I don't know if I misunderstood him. But... He's a broken sleeve that's a sure thing, because... Because... Even himself, who is not familiar with amorous feelings, can clearly read the tender affection in his eyes... How could he like himself as a "man"! It's annoying.