Ning Yu initially thought that this skirt was in the way, and wanted to find a place to change out of women's clothes.

Qingqiu dissuaded: "Master, Miss Nine is right, you are not easy to be found by people by disguise. ”

Ning Yu struggled in his heart, so he could only give up.

"Let's go, go to the No. 1 Bookstore in the world."

Along the way, Ning Yuchu felt that the sticky gazes of passers-by were about to be pasted, and he said in disgust: "Why do those men keep looking at Ye? ”

Qingqiu said truthfully: "Xu thinks that the master is good-looking." ”

These words reminded Ning Yuchu of Tang Li's teasing, he was worried that he had no place to vent his anger, stretched out his two fingers and bent them slightly, and viciously yelled at those people: "What do you see? Look at the master again, and you will gouge out your eyeballs! ”

The beauties are fierce and vicious, and those people are so frightened that they scatter.

Ning Yuchu snorted smugly.

When they arrived at the library, the master and servant faced dozens of columns of bookshelves, their faces dazed.

"Master, do you know where the book is if you want to buy it?"

"How do you know, Zhao Shangtian's kid is filial piety on weekdays."

At this time, the shopkeeper greeted him: "What books do the two guest officers want to buy?" ”

Qingqiu replied: "We want the kind of scripts that are popular in the market today, the ones that sell as well as possible." ”

The shopkeeper glanced at the two of them delicately, and asked Chi Qian: "You bought it for your own master?" Or do you see it yourself? ”

Qingqiu raised her chin: "Naturally, my grandfather wants to see it." ”

The shopkeeper nodded, looking like he was really like this.

He asked again: "Then I don't know if your son-in-law wants to see the upside-down phoenix, or divide the peach, or grind the mirror?" ”

Upside down? Divide the peaches? Grinding mirrors?

What are these things?

But looking at the shopkeeper's demeanor, it is obvious that they should understand.

Ning Yuchu glanced at Qingqiu, and Qingqiu immediately said, "Our son said he wanted it!" ”

The shopkeeper's expression changed slightly, and their son's taste was really heavy.

Walking to the place guided by the shopkeeper, Qingqiu dared to say: "Master, have you noticed that the boss's eyes are strange?" ”

Ning Yu found out a long time ago, but because his identity couldn't be exposed, he would have gone crazy a long time ago.

Since living in the Tang Mansion, nothing has gone smoothly.

He tugged at the braids on the side of his face and hummed a few words through his nose: "Get the book first." ”

Between these two columns of bookshelves, several young men stood or sit, holding a book in their hands, and looked at it with a smiling voice, a lewd expression, a misty look in their eyes, and a strange sound from time to time.

Qingqiu grabbed the master's sleeve and swallowed his saliva in fear: "Master, it's weird here, let's go back quickly after buying the book." ”

Ning Yuchu also found out, and he frowned and nodded.

The two of them didn't look at what books were on the shelves, one of them hugged a dozen books and left, but turned around and bumped into a group of people.

The young man at the head touched his chin and looked Ning Yuchu up and down with a lewd smile: "I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful beauty in Dijing, who is even more seductive than the top brand of Chunfeng Building, and even the maid next to him is also delicate and lovely." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out a big pig's trotter towards Ning Yuchu.

Ning Yuchu grabbed his hand and folded it down, and he suddenly cried out in pain.

"Whew...... Pain hurts pain ......"

Ning Yuchu sneered, raised his foot and kicked him hard in the abdomen, hitting him on the shoulder with his elbow, knocking him to the ground.

The young man raised his head from the ground, with two nosebleeds on his face, he looked at Ning Yuchu stupidly, and smiled: "Yo, this girl is quite spicy, my son likes it." ”

Ning Yuchu's forehead erupted with cross tendons, it seems that the beating is not enough!

[Persimmon: The master has suffered a loss of no culture. 】