"I see. The old man nodded suddenly,

Although Shuyi and Heguang Tongchen have one eyebrow and one is as warm as jade, and their temperaments are very different, they are all handsome and beautiful, and the affection in their eyes is the same, and it is understandable to admit mistakes.

The old man smiled while pinching the clay figures, "The princess's painting is not bad, although the painting is not very similar to the prince, but she does not paint the prince ugly at all, but there is a little more affection between her eyebrows." ”

"Are you saying that this king is not affectionate enough for the princess?" Shu Yi looked at the red phoenix golden hairpin in his hand and smiled coldly.

The old man was taken aback by his momentum, and almost pinched off the head of the painting heart, raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and the old man nodded again and again, "The prince and princess are deeply affectionate, and it is the little old man who lost his words." ”

Shuyi was noncommittal, and only urged, "Talk less, move faster." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. The old man didn't dare to say more.

Shuyi held the golden hairpin, his eyes fell on the crowd from time to time, and when he saw someone's skirt that couldn't cover it, the looming white thighs, he almost pinched the golden hairpin out of shape.

The painting heart finally stopped at the Qingjiu in front of a tavern, just because she had heard Heguang Tongchen mention that the wine brewed in this house had the taste of Qingcheng.

She has always understood that He Guang Tongchen also misses her homeland in her heart, and she only stayed for her.

"Little Er, come to ten jars of green plum wine" The painting heart has not entered the door, and has already opened its mouth heroically, attracting everyone's sideways.

To her surprise, the people in the city did not scold or hide when they saw her, as before, and even showed a little sympathy in their eyes.

However, she was not in the mood to worry about this now, so she found a place by the window and sat down.

The storyteller in the teahouse is telling the story of ups and downs: "In other words, King Yi fell in love with Princess Yi at first sight, and was extremely favored, they were originally talented women, and they had a deep love for flounder, and they wanted to love each other for a lifetime, who knew that there was a fox demon who made a monster, blamed the princess, and transformed into King Yi, killed the princess, so that the princess misunderstood King Yi, and the loving couple ended up with a miserable end, sad and lamentable."

She strode to the front of the storyteller, pressed the wine jar on the bookcase, slapped the table and shouted, "This story is not good, this seat wants to listen to the story of the demon girl painting the heart and the demon monk and the light and dust!

"Girl"

"Are you afraid that I don't have any silver?"

She didn't like pearls, and she didn't have any jewelry on her body, she looked at the red Buddha beads on her wrist, which were sent by the same dust as the light, she was naturally reluctant, and suddenly remembered something, she suddenly squatted down and untied a string of golden bells from her ankles.

She likes to go barefoot, and this golden bell was chosen for her by Shuyi and put on for her. The sword constantly blood silk strung eighteen golden bell flowers, the red gems inlaid with the bell body bloomed like manzhu flowers, gently shaken, dingdong, ethereal like mountain springs flying streams, faintly there is the sound of the soul, not only ingenious workmanship, but also hidden mysteries.

This is a well-made, priceless and affectionate baby, and is slapped on the table by the painting heart, "Is this enough? If it is not enough, I will also take off this clothes on my body, I heard that it is blood silk, every inch of gold." ”

The storyteller had already recognized Huaxin, how dare she untie her clothes in public, so she had to smile and beg for mercy, "Girl, this money is enough, but you haven't heard this story before, so you can't tell it." Why don't I tell you a story about a goddess looking for a husband?"

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