I hugged Master tightly, like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw that grabbed me at the same time. Is the embrace of this world warm? I just had to stick to his chest, and all the fears and insecurities vanished in an instant. There was a faint refreshing fragrance on Master's clothes, which I felt so good that I hugged his waist and refused to let go.

I muttered, "I like the smell of Master's body."

Master's waist stiffened and he coughed lightly.

I asked: Does the apprentice smell like this?

The master sniffed perfunctorily and said coldly: No.

I wondered: What did that kid smell like?

Master said: The taste of tears and saliva.

I asked: saliva??

Master forcibly twisted my head to the left, pointed to the drool on the pillow and said, "I really don't know what you dreamed of as a criminal."

I stared at the saliva and fell into deep thought, could it be that it was left when I dreamed of Zhao Si and Dou Niang in the snow and the clouds and rain in Wushan?

Master said: It seems that I remembered it, and I was quite curious about it.

I lied with a red face: I dreamed of a rock sugar gourd.

Master said, "Gluttony."

I held Master's hand a little tighter, and Master Le unconsciously took a long breath, I raised my head, and the tip of my nose rubbed against his fair and delicate neck, so I reached out and touched the protruding Adam's apple. I wondered, did I have this thing before?

Master said, "Don't touch it."

I said: Just touch it and there will be no less meat, stingy~

Master chuckled and threw me out.

The master said, "Criminals, I have touched everything, and I dare to say that I am stingy with my teacher."

After that, I had a new pleasure, touching the master twice from time to time, which can be described as a righteous and bright oil. For me, the oil rubbing itself is not much fun, but I like to observe Master's reaction after being rubbed with oil. Sometimes the roots of the ears are red, sometimes the expression is cold, and of course, there are times when the master is fried when he touches the wrong position.

The biggest headache for Master was that he couldn't stop me at all, which made me feel a great sense of accomplishment and enjoy it. But this kind of prank has also had many side effects, such as I have a strong interest in the male body, and after touching the master's Adam's apple, I want to touch other people's Adam's apple, so I touched all the opposite sex such as Changgui, Second Master, and Fugui, and even made a long codex about it. Later, things became more serious, and I began to extend my magic grip to the handsome young single men in Chang'an City, causing a large number of timid beautiful men to marry in a hurry. After that, the government gave me a pennant with the inscription of the Holy Imperial Pen, on which were written the four big characters of "The Moon Old in the World".

The government said that because of my troublemaking, I successfully solved the problem of late marriage and late childbearing, which is the most headache of the saint.

This pennant is really nowhere to put it, hanging in the store is easy to mislead customers to consume, hanging in the sparsely populated home and worried about Erniang thinking more, thinking about it There is no more suitable place for it than Baihuafang, the front door is hung with the old moon in the world, and the back door is hung with a happy life, all of them are fairies.

As a result, the unmarried young men in Chang'an City died out at a rate of three per day, which made me very painful.

Fugui asked me: Why did Master choose a single young man to start, as long as he was good-looking?

I said, "That's not good, it's also a matter of principle to be a hooligan."

Fugui said: Then you also attacked the eldest brother.

I said: Changgui is different, he belongs to a brother, for the sake of my brother who can insert himself twice, what does it matter if he touches twice.

Fugui said: Sister Guan'er will be angry.

I said, "No, I didn't get angry when they touched each other all day, you see, Master hasn't touched it yet."

Fugui said: Master, you quickly educate and educate your apprentices!

Master said, "For the sake of the teacher, I see that your problem has become more and more serious recently.

I gnawed my fingers and looked around.

The master said, "Listen to the second master, you are all up and down now?"

I defended: Master, you also said that this is a problem with me, a problem is a disease, and the symptoms are naturally becoming more and more uncontrollable.

Master said, "If you are sick, you will be cured."

I said, "Ah, how?"

The master said, "Don't touch anyone else, if you are sick, come to the teacher."

I watched Master bite his lips tightly, his face pale, and secretly admired in my heart: Warrior!

Master chose to be cruel to himself in order to save the common people in the world, and for this reason I can only be cruel to Master. In order to show my gratitude, I decided to give the rough behavior of being a hooligan a literary or life-like atmosphere, such as writing poems and paintings on Master's arm and then rubbing him in a bath and scrubbing it clean, sometimes secretly plucking Master's eyebrows and leg hair, and of course, a fancy education afterwards.

The master said, "I'm going to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion later."

I wondered: What are you going to do in the Prime Minister's Mansion?

Master said, "Look at the disease."

I said, "Isn't there a royal doctor in the palace?"

Master said, "They can't cure this disease."

I asked: What disease?

Master said, "Infertility."

......

It is said that when he was young, he did not have any problems in passing on the lineage, so he had Zhao Si. The strange thing is that since then, I have not been able to get my wife and concubine pregnant, but fortunately, there is a successor to the Zhao family, and I am relieved. Who expected that Dumiao died,* was sad and melancholy, and he couldn't live in fear all day. As a high-powered prime minister, it is inevitable that he will die without a child to inherit his family fortune. So* began to plan to have another son, took in a few new concubines with young and beautiful butts, and spent a lot of money* to find a miracle doctor.

While I was sorting out Master's tools, I asked, "Can Master heal him?"

Master said, "Not necessarily.

I said, "I hope Master can't cure him."

Master looked at me in amazement.

I said, "They both deserve it, and if you heal him, you will go against heaven."

Master said, "I haven't seen you have such a sense of justice before.

I said: Now young talents of my size in Chang'an City are like this, and everyone calls us angry youth.

Master gave me a cold look, turned around and left with the toolbox on his back.

It happened that Erniang passed by with dishwashing water and asked: Shan'er, did you make your master angry again?

I shook my head in denial.

Erniang said: Look at your master, you won't eat any food.

I said: Wronged, I said that I was an angry young man and provoked him?

Erniang pinched my ass hard, and analyzed: You are an angry youth, so what is your master?

I said, "Angry, angry...... Old?

Erniang said: Your master is handsome, and he definitely doesn't like others to say that he is old.

I said: Erniang, you think too much, right?

Erniang said: Eat, go to the store after eating.

I rubbed my ass and watched in the direction of Master's departure, I didn't expect the old man's heart to be so fragile.

When I went out, I happened to meet Changgui, who wrapped himself tightly and had a hard time walking. The beggars are most afraid of winter, and they are even more afraid of the snowy winter, looking at Changgui worried, his brows are tightly locked, and his skin is a little chapped. The snow rattled as he stepped on, and each step was extraordinarily heavy.

I grabbed him and asked.

I said: I haven't seen a beard for a few days, is it possible that the beggars have been dressed like this recently?

Changgui said: Bullshit is popular, how can you shave if you can't eat enough.

I said: If you can't eat enough, you come to my house, I'll ask Erniang to make braised pork for you.

Changgui said: Brother, I don't have a problem eating, mainly because hundreds of people from the beggars are waiting for me to raise them. You said that if it was a warm day, everyone begged and begged together, and I would make up for a few more days, and now the dogs don't go out to poop on this cold day. On this day, I saw boxes of silver coming out, and I didn't see a grain of silver in my pocket.

I patted the long and heavy winter jacket, and actually patted a hand of ash, and gave him an encouraging hug with a sour heart.

I said: Your beggar gang is also a well-known gang in the rivers and lakes, with high martial arts and strong strength, but it is a little poor, so it is better to be like this-

Changgui listened to me carefully.

I said: Chasing the wind has been doing well recently, but the information network is still not huge enough, you beggars have a lot of strength, and the road is also wild, so it is better to send any news to me, and I will give you money. You also know the rules of chasing the wind, and the price depends on the value of the information you sell. This is also the money earned by the beggars to support themselves, what do you think?

Changgui said: Cheng.

With the addition of the beggars, the information network of the wind will naturally become bigger and bigger. I looked at Changgui's suddenly relaxed figure and couldn't help but smile.

At present, I can't predict how big the net of chasing the wind will be, and finally be able to envelop the whole of Chang'an, or ...... The whole rivers and lakes?