He, where did he go?
Zhang Yuan looked at him with heavy eyes and pretended.
The old bustard's sneer almost couldn't be pretended, and the scalp was numb when he was watched.
However, the master had only left for a short time, and he had to stall.
"Adults extinguish the fire." He brought in a man with a rather elegant appearance, "Xian'er doesn't serve well, we have other men in Baique Fang who can serve people." ”
"Do you see if this one fits your eyes?"
Zhang Yuan's hand on the saber at his waist tightened a little.
The old bustard recommended: "Hua'er is a well-known Oiran, born with a good voice, singing music can be described as a must, you ask which woman in this neighborhood has not heard of his name?" Besides, if you look at the appearance and figure of the painting, although it is not as good as Xian'er, it is not much worse,......"
The rest of the words were scared to the stomach by the sword that shelved around the neck.
Zhang Yuan drew his sword, his dark pupils reflected the cold sword, and his eyes were ruthless.
"He, where did he go?"
Who 'he' refers to, the old bustard knows.
But he still smacked and said: "You are not satisfied with the painting, the old body can recommend others, why use knives and guns?" ”
In the next second, the sharp blade cut through the skin, and red blood oozed out.
"This official asked you one last time."
"He, where did he go?"
Zhang Yuan's patience had run out.
"Big ...... My lord. The old bustard felt the coldness and tingling in his neck, shook his legs and stammered, "I said, I said." ”
After a stick of incense.
The soldiers of Zhang's government withdrew, and Zhang Yuan ran wildly on the official road.
*
Prime Minister's House.
Luo Ran and Xia Qingmiao spoke affectionately next to each other.
"I thought His Royal Highness had taken Brother Luo Ran back to the Imperial Woman's Mansion."
Xia Qingmiao recovered a little ruddy little face, and she couldn't hide her happiness.
He was sad all night, but when he got up this morning, he saw Lu Jingmo and Luo Ran waiting for him in his courtyard for breakfast.
But he was so happy.
"You just woke up, just when you need someone to accompany you, of course I want to stay with you." Luo Ran picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.
Xia Qingmiao subconsciously chewed, chewed twice, and pouted: "Why is there a medicinal smell in the pastry?" ”
I'm about to spit it out when I say it.
"Don't vomit, swallow quickly." Luo Ran said, "I asked the cook to add the medicinal herbs when I made pastries. ”
The medicinal herbs that Brother Luo Ran specially added to the pastry?
Xia Qingmiao blinked and swallowed her dates.
"It's so unpalatable!"
He ate a piece, and his mouth was full of medicine.
"It's unpalatable, but it's much better than drinking medicine." Luo Ran handed him another piece.
Xia Qingmiao caught it and said, "Well, it's much stronger than drinking medicine." ”
"Brother Luo Ran is really good at thinking."
The bitterness of the decoction is strong, but if you mix the herbs into the pastry, there is only a little bitterness left.
"That's not what I thought." Luo Ran poured him a cup of tea made with medicinal herbs, "It's Jingmo who thought of it." ”
"Your Highness?" Xia Qingmiao was surprised and said, "Your Highness doesn't like to drink bitter decoctions?" ”
"It's not Your Highness, it's me." Luo Ran smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Your Highness came up with such a method in order to coax me to take medicine." ”
Xia Qingmiao looked at the pastry in her hand, and her eyes shook slightly.
She is really gentle and meticulous to Brother Luo Ran.
How happy it should be to be pampered by such a woman!
"Brother Luo Ran is so happy." He looked at Luo Ran with envy.
Luo Ran gently touched his hair and said, "Qingmiao doesn't have to envy me, Jingmo will like you sooner or later." ”