So Drunk Qingfeng expressed his pride in this method.

He jumped up and down in various ways, lifted the house and uncovered the tiles, and finally found the bedroom of the legendary calligraphy and painting.

Alas.

It's really hard for their little calligraphy and painting to take care of Lou Xinqi.

I didn't even come to take a shower so late.

So the drunken breeze was a little tired, after all, he had done a lot of physical work during the day.

Forget it, let's get some sleep first.

So Drunk Qingfeng found a comfortable position on the roof that would not fall, and slept gorgeously.

But the pen and ink and paper inkstone frowned secretly, and the pen and ink said, "I heard that people who drink too much will freeze if they fall asleep outside." ”

Paper Yan nodded, "Well, it may be amputated." ”

Bimo touched his nose, and his kindness was a little bursting, "Then should we help him and get a bedroom or something for him to lie down." ”

"However, the guest room is far away from the lady's residence." Paper Yan was a little worried.

The pen and ink are unknown, so "Why do you want to be close to the residence of the female dependent?" ”

Paper Yan couldn't help but glance at the pen and ink, it was really a donkey kicked, "Are you stupid, the drunken boy is obviously haggard for calligraphy and painting, and he can fall asleep here smelling the breath of calligraphy and painting." ”

Pen and ink instantly understood the deep meaning of the person who was "trapped by love", but then he thought about it, he felt that something seemed wrong, and then he slapped his thigh, "Are you sure it's the roof of the calligraphy and painting room?!" ”

Paper Yan sighed, and for a moment did not understand the meaning of pen and ink.

Then he covered his mouth in horror, and at this time, Drunken Qingfeng turned over suddenly, and the tiles that had been lifted by him just now slipped down instantly, and the rest of the tiles also slid down like rice dominoes in an instant.

Drunk Qingfeng turned over unconsciously, and with a pop, under the gaze of pen, ink and paper inkstone, he fell into the big hole where the tiles fell with lightning speed.

With a bang, a huge bath bucket directly accepted the drunk breeze.

The woman in the tub stood up from the bottom of the water with a loud noise, but in fright, she felt that it seemed wrong to stand up.

So he returned to the water again, and the originally small bath bucket had to have some skin-to-skin intimacy because of the two of them in it.

The pen, ink and paper inkstone formed a silent mourning outside, "That is the bathing room where the county lord of Xinqi bathes." ”

"I know."

"Just now I heard the sound of falling water and the screams of women."

"I know."

"Is the county lord of Xinyan going to continue to rely on our prince this time, or- relying on the drunken son?!"

"I know."

"Huh? Do you know this? ”

"Ahh I do not know. ”

So the pen and ink and the paper inkstone were gorgeous, "Quick!" Go find the prince! ”

In the Nine Gardens, Feng Yan was sitting in a serious position, and Chang Geyue gently rubbed her eyebrows on the side, she really wanted to mourn silently for the drunken breeze.

It is said that in the end, it was the calligraphy and painting that pulled the drunken breeze out of Lou Xin's bath barrel.

Drunk Qingfeng is almost dead to save the name, but unfortunately sometimes it is wrong for you to die.

Lou Xinyan's eyes were already swollen from crying, and she sat on the side tremblingly, crying and crying, which made people look as if she couldn't hold her tears without being so-and-so.

The Lou family on the side sat there with a sullen face.

Hum!

It's really bad luck in vain.

It's just that the other party is the son of the drunken valley, and he can't really ask for the life of Drunken Qingfeng, nor can he gouge out Drunken Qingfeng's eyes.

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