Updated: 2011-10-26

The two of them, a master and a servant, walked leisurely in front of the Juxian Building, one holding a big Sydney pear in his hand, the flow in front of the Juxian Building was the official carriages and horses, and many dignitaries and nobles walked into the Juxian Building in an endless stream, like a rich gathering place. The two of them stood not far away, and such an action seemed out of place here, which caused a lot of surprised eyes.

After taking a big bite of Sydney, Nangong Moyun casually threw the apple into the crowd, and then heard a shocking cry of pain from not far away.

"Rou'er, have you finished eating Sydney?" Nangong Moyun's mouth was bulging, and he asked a little slurred.

"Poof!" Ling Yurou couldn't help laughing, Nangong Moyun really knew how to self-destruct her image.

Sydney bit half of it and couldn't eat it anymore, and along the way, Nangong Moyun took her to eat a lot of snacks in the capital almost sweeping the streets, and this Sydney pear was bought for digestion. The problem is that I can't eat it, and there is no garbage heap next to it, what should I do?

As if seeing her doubts, Nangong Moyun took the pear in her hand and threw it away, and the crowd once again screamed in pain.

"Here, wipe your mouth." Taking out the silk handkerchief in his hand, Nangong Moyun carefully helped Ling Yurou wipe the juice on his mouth, and his gentle and elegant actions were difficult to connect with his littering behavior just now.

"Young master, it's good to come by yourself." Ling Yurou twitched the corners of her eyebrows, took the silk handkerchief in his hand and wiped her mouth carelessly. Nangong Moyun's actions just now have attracted a lot of attention, and she doesn't want to be seen as a monkey.

Nangong Moyun smiled slightly, straightened up, straightened his clothes, opened the cheap folding fan in his hand, and shook it very chicly: "Xiaoyu, let's go." ”

"Oh." Ling Yurou pulled the book with a black line and followed behind Nangong Moyun.

There are no less than ten precious carriages parked at the door of Juxian Building, but the floor of Juxian Building is very large, these ten carriages lean here and do not seem very crowded, there are many brightly dressed beauties and floor servants standing outside the building, busy receiving guests, this is a restaurant but it looks like a green building in general, those women are too coquettish, and men are too servile.

Nangong Moyun stood very orderly to the end, and when all the dignitaries and nobles entered, he casually followed in with small steps, smiling with a spring breeze, but those attendants didn't seem to see it, and they didn't pay attention to any of them.

"A bunch of snobs!" Ling Yurou scolded in a low voice.

Nangong Moyun smiled at her: "No way, who called us poor." ”

Ling Yurou had a drop of sweat on her forehead, and she was about to speak, but she saw a few little maids blocking Nangong Moyun with their hands, and forcibly stopped the two of them and took a few steps back.

When the senior official walked in, the clamp in front of Nangong Moyun was loosened, and the little servant who was originally smiling like a happy dog saw the master and servant behind him, and the smile on his face immediately turned cold, and his eyes were like seeing rice/Tian/Gong.

Nangong Moyun smiled faintly, ignored it, and walked in with a fan, Ling Yurou behind him didn't plan to forget it so easily, he was really angry and secretly lucky, stretched out his fingers and flicked towards the little guy, only to hear a pig-like cry, and the little guy fell in front of the officials and old men and gnawed on the mud.

Ling Yurou covered her mouth and smiled, secretly scolded that she deserved it, and caught up with Nangong Moyun.