Zhihua finished drinking tea, the order was lifted, and he got up angrily and looked at the woman rolling in a ball on the bed, his teeth itching.

He had never seen such a shameless woman!

Yun Qiange was almost rolling, like a drunken old man holding his head with one hand and one foot bent provocatively asked: "Wen Yizhi, now that this bed is full of my smell, do you still come up?" If you want, I will let you, who will make you clean...... What about fetishes? ”

She thought that Wen Yizhi would be angry after all this, right? No matter how good your temper is, you can't stand it, right? However, she was disappointed again......

I saw that Wen Yizhi didn't care at all, and a soft and shallow smile rippled on that beautiful face, like catkins in the wind, with a morbid beauty.

Well, Wen Yizhi, you've won the game!

The night is dark and windy, and it is the time to commit the crime.

Yun Qiange, who had eaten dinner, was lying on the bed and sleeping lightly, because of the high internal force, she was naturally much more sensitive than ordinary people's senses, and she heard someone outside the bed, about two, and was discussing not far from her room: "Zhao Lai, do you keep this medicine?" ”

"It's okay to fascinate a few pigs."

"I'll go blow the incense first, and you go to the sentry. When it's over, let's go and send it to the boss, the woman cut her tongue directly, who made her disrespectful to the boss. ”

Yun Qiange got up from the bed and gradually approached the door, and Wen Yizhi didn't sleep, first, because his throat was itchy and he wanted to cough, but the cough in the middle of the night would affect the princess and Zhihua sleeping, so he endured it until now he heard the sound outside the door.

A jade flute slipped out of his sleeve, and Changxiao, who was covered in jasper, looked like a masterpiece, glowing with a faint green light at night.

Yun Qiange raised his eyebrows, this Wen Yizhi is not simple......

Just in time, the men were already outside the door, and a small bamboo pipe poked in through the window paper.

Yun Qiange calmly blocked the bamboo tube with his hand, waiting for the reaction outside the door.

"What's going on? Ran Cheng, what's wrong with you? Ran Cheng, ah......"

The woman who was in charge of blowing incense outside the door fell into Zhao Lai's arms and rolled her eyes, wanting to inhale but spit out a mouthful of aroma from her mouth, Zhao Lai also followed Ran Cheng with her eyes closed and fell asleep.

Yun Qiange pushed the sleeping Zhihua awake and whispered: "Take a good look at your son-in-law." Then he opened the door and walked out, closing the door again.

In the room, he scratched his head for some reason: "Childe, what's wrong?" ”

The only thing that answered him was Wen Yizhi's shaking his head and the jade flute quietly tucked into his sleeve.

Mother only said that this princess was proficient in medicine, but she was moody, cruel and incompetent, and in his opinion, this princess was not what the world sees.

It was the dead of night, the guests had already slept, and there were only two fainting women in the hallway, and nothing else. The lantern in the hallway was dim enough to illuminate things, so she took a lantern from the wall and walked to the counter on the first floor.

Tiptoed to the counter, searched through the drawer, and finally found a blue ledger for accommodation registration, she flipped it up from the back, and it didn't take long to turn to Wu Chang's name, and when she muttered today, she wrote it down.

In the west fourteenth wing, Yun Qiange put the account book as it was, walked up the stairs, groped around the two of them for a while, and found a few new bamboo pipes, which they obviously used as spare.