It was another drizzly March day, and it had been clear for several days, and the sunset of Yangcheng, as if the fairy dressed in red glow, was dancing, and the rippling thin West Lake was intoxicated into red.

In the bustling street in the distance, stands a four-story pavilion of colored tiles and blue bricks, and on the vermilion lacquer gatehouse where colorful flags flutter and lanterns are hung high, there is a slip of gold characters on a black background - Yun Ya Ge. From a distance, it is magnificent, and before you get closer, you can hear the laughter of men and women.

And on the opposite side of Yun Ya Pavilion, there is also a four-story attic, and the gatehouse has three traditional characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing - Fengming Courtyard. Compared with the hustle and bustle of Yun Ya Pavilion, Fengming Courtyard suddenly showed that it was full of people.

Ling Huan stood in the attic of Fengming Courtyard, looking at the literati bachelor gently shaking the paper fan, entering the Zhu Gate of Yun Ya Pavilion with a serious face, occasionally playing some literary crepe and sour words, making some flattering and smiling lewd ~ words, glamorous ~ songs, and then thinking of his bizarre encounters these days, his depressed mood exploded in an instant.

I'm bah, they're all beasts, pretending to be your sister's Sven, go to a kiln and still be obscene and wet, Lao Tzu stands on top of this attic, and he can get wet with a lewd hand against the wind.

Ling Huan has been in Yangcheng for two days, but he has never seen Lu Huaqi, not even Sai Xishi, and only got a letter from the hands of the old bustard, which was left to him by Lu Hua (Lu Shopkeeper), which not only asked him to do a big thing, but also asked him to stay in Fengming Courtyard as a handyman.

What can the handyman of the Qinglou do, except for the turtle slave is a thug, so he is depressed, which can be imagined.

At that time on the battlefield in Hanxian County, after he was stunned by the surprise attack of Bei'an Pingju, he was placed in the barracks by Wang Zhixian, and before and after waking up that night, he was attacked by several waves of killers, including killers in military uniforms and killers in strong suits, and their skills were very good.

Fortunately, these people were all taken down by Wang Zhixian, but when they were taken, they immediately gritted their fangs and committed suicide.

After experiencing this situation for two days in a row, Wang Zhixian immediately realized that the situation was strange, these people were obviously raised dead soldiers, and the power that could train so many dead soldiers was beyond the power of a single family in Hanxian, and there must be more terrifying forces behind it.

While Wang Zhixian secretly sent the information to the Zhao Mansion in Yangcheng, he also secretly planned to send Ling Huan out of the barracks quietly. This so-called clever plan is actually to hide Ling Huan in a big dung truck.

Although the dung truck was processed, the smell still made Ling Huan go wild, which was what made Ling Huan the most depressed. It is impossible to think that he has been passively beaten since he borrowed the corpse to return his soul to this time, and it is impossible not to be depressed.

After being safely sent out of the barracks, Ling Huan quietly sneaked back to his home in Xizhen, made proper arrangements for the baked cake shop, and then said goodbye to his neighbors, and according to Wang Zhixian's explanation, he quietly came to Yangcheng Fengming Courtyard to find Lu Hua, and finding Lu Hua means finding Sai Xi Shi and Ling Dalang. But the truth disappointed him, and he didn't see anyone else.

Ling Huan snorted at the downstairs, and suddenly felt relaxed all over, standing with his head held high, and the grievances he had accumulated for many days were a little more relaxed.

But when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of his green coat and hat, his mood suddenly became unhappy again.

Suddenly, in the attic, the girls who were fat and thin looked at the railing, pointing excitedly at the street, screaming and admiring.

"Hey, what about how handsome the white horse boy was?"

"Wow, what a Peugeot boy!"

"He smiled at me, he didn't like me, I'm really happy!"

Ling Huan followed the direction of everyone's fingers, looked up, and saw that on the street where people came and went, there was a son riding a white horse, with a feathered crown and cranes, and jade appearances and red lips.

Looking from afar, the white horse boy has bright eyes and bright teeth, his face is like jade, the indescribable jade tree is in the wind, and the endless grace is suave, even if the legendary four beauties are compared with him, they will be overshadowed.

Hey, it's obviously a Tang monk riding a white horse, but he wants to look like a prince. Ling Huan saw that the little white face riding a white horse was even more pretty than a woman, and immediately sneered. Hmph, who in this world can understand that Lao Tzu wears pants and slippers and participates in concerts, which is simply a group of Riba people!

What surprised Ling Huan was that the handsome little white face did not walk towards Yun Ya Pavilion, but went straight to Feng Ming Courtyard. Could it be that this little white face has a good relationship in Fengming Courtyard.

The little white face also seemed to feel the gaze of the people in the attic, and actually smiled at everyone, which made Ling Huan's heart skip a beat, and the girls in the attic let out bursts of crispy and numb, spring-like meows.

I'm wet, this thing's smile is too charming, so it doesn't make Lao Tzu change his sexual orientation. Ling Huan shuddered.

When the little white face walked into Fengming Courtyard, the enthusiastic old bustard twisted his fat ~ buttocks, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Childe, please come in." Her rippling demeanor made Ling Huan vomit out all the overnight meal.

"Please let my sister report it, and say that Gu Gongzi in the capital asked to see the shopkeeper Lu. The little white face spoke the authentic official dialect of the imperial capital, and said to the old bustard seriously.

"Ouch, my handsome little boy, why do you have to find the shopkeeper Lu? Sister, I'm not very good, it's really not good, my sister will arrange other girls for you to ensure that you are satisfied." The old bustard laughed exaggeratedly.

Ahem, no, it turns out that this little white face is here to find Ruhua, and it is really a strange thing.

Then what the two of them said next, Ling Huan couldn't hear it clearly, and when the little white face next to her saw the little white face enter the door, everyone seemed to be in high spirits and hotly discussed, and a little spring popped up in her eyebrows from time to time, as if the little white face was about to fly with her.

"Hey, this boy is very raw, I have never seen it, how can I know that the shopkeeper Lu is? It's just that I wonder if the shopkeeper will be tempted by him?!" A girl with a peach blossom face muttered with her face in her hand.

"Che, do you really want to be a wife or grandmother? Be your nun's dream! When you get out of this door, you will really become a beloved? I tell you, Sister Yao will always be Sister Yao, if you remember this, this is fate!" An older senior prostitute poured cold water mercilessly.

"Chok-" The girl was suddenly choked with a red face and a thick neck, and she didn't dare to talk back to this old senior kiln sister, so she could only look left and right, and when she found Ling Huan in a green coat and a small hat who was standing far away, "watching jokes", she glared fiercely and reprimanded: "What do you see, dead slave?"

Wet, you thief-eyed nymphomaniac, you don't have a rabies vaccine, and you dare to come out and bite people. Ling Huan was in a bad mood, and when he heard this, he said seriously: "Why do I look at you, of course, because you cover your face with your buttocks~, I have to take a closer look." ”

"Flutter ......" The girls suddenly covered their lips and smiled. is shy and clear, unbearable to his deep eyes, and his little face is crimson, and he doesn't dare to look at it anymore.

It's no wonder that those Qingqi don't dare to look at him, he is slender, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, plump as jade, and debauched, compared with the Confucian scholars who are running all over the streets in this era, there is a unique charm that makes people feel excited, so the sunny boy who stands out from the crowd has a considerable impact on their hearts.

However, after all, the girls were still thinking about the white horse boy, although they also felt very bright when they saw Ling Huan, but they felt that he was a "turtle slave" in the green building after all, which was not enough to compare with the white horse noble son with the crown of the crane.

After the girls who were fat and thin left with broken steps, Ling Huan continued to pay attention to the girls of Qiyun Yage.

Hey, the girls in Yun Yage are dressed thinly in the cold, maybe the body's sensory system is out of order, should I check it myself.

When people are depressed, snot bubbles can be used to play. Just as Ling Huan's heart was rippling and he was about to perform a male and female Japanese drama with the girl of Yun Yage, a high-end charming and disgusting voice suddenly sounded: "Ling Huan, come down and pick up the guests." ”

"Ahem...... cough cough" Ling stumbled under his feet when he heard this, and almost didn't fall downstairs, his two big hands hurriedly grabbed the railing, coughing very helplessly.

I said this thief bustard, how can you talk? Brother is not a straw boat, you don't need to shoot at me all the time.

The woman who shouted Ling Huan to pick up the guests was the old bustard of Fengming Courtyard - known as Sister Bustard. When Ling Huan came to look for Lu Hua two days ago, this old bustard had shown a strong interest in him, and it had also stuck to him like a plaster, scaring him to avoid it like a snake and scorpion, and hide like a plague.

Alas, Ling Huan, you forced me to do this. The old bustard, who was covered with fat in the hall, couldn't help but sigh when he saw that Ling Huan hadn't shown up for a long time, rolled up his sleeves high, and said with a sneer: "Ling Huan, do you still want to ...... Lu?"

"Ahem...... Stop jerking, I'm coming. Before the words fell, a young man with a hippie smile turned out at the staircase, with childishness on his face, and coughed sheepishly: "Sister Bustard, I want to see Ruhua, not Ruhua, the oil hole is leaking?"

There are holes...... Find a man to block it, or you won't leak it, it's really stupid! The old bustard smiled and rolled his eyes at him.

Uh, what a yellow, disgusting bustard. Ling Huan was struck by lightning, and even took a few steps back, goosebumps popping up all over his body. Alas, everyone is as lonely as snow, how can I feel lonely like frost?