Chapter 85

Leng Ling'er took Xu Xiaoxian's hand and happily boarded the boat.

The flower boat called 'Looking Back' has three floors, and the 'boudoir' of the Oiran Thirteen Niang is on the third floor.

She took the young monk through the secret door, all the way unimpeded, winding and twisting, and climbed to the third floor with a hundred turns.

Ascending to the third floor, the green clinging to the wooden wall, whispered, and pushed the door in.

Xu Xiaoxian walked inside.

What catches your eye is an authentic women's boudoir.

A faint scent of sandalwood fills the tip of the nose, and the hollow carved windows shine into the speckled and fragmented light, which is the afterglow of the boat's lanterns.

There is a kind of haze in the softness.

Xu Xiaoxian glanced at it lightly, and there was a soft wooden bed with delicate carved decorations and luxurious decorations, and a bed of embroidered phoenix brocade quilt and a single pillow on the bed.

There is a seven-stringed guqin standing in the corner with no year, and a bronze mirror is placed on the wooden dresser by the windowsill.

A slender figure stood leaning against the window, listening to the sound of the river flowing outside the window. Daoji was erected high, and the big red robe without any pattern wrapped the delicate body vividly.

The green man in the red robe by the window informed him, closed the door and left the house.

Just looking at the back, you can conclude that the red-robed man who is so good that he is crazy did not look back, closed the window, removed the curtains, lit the red candle on the dresser, untied the green silk that was tied all over his head, smoothed it out, and then pulled a piece of pink silk, and tied the three thousand troubled silk into a ponytail again.

Xu Xiaoxian looked at this beautiful back and shook his head.

Night.

Red candles.

Powder yarn.

Hair.

Red robe.

It's like a little daughter-in-law who is shy and restless with a red hijab waiting for her husband to take it off, and the scene of a deer colliding with her.

The red-robed man is like the kind of little daughter-in-law whose fertile land has been abandoned for more than ten years, and she will be so shy when she thinks about it.

The young monk no longer shook his head, saluted, and said softly: "Hug Xu Xiaoxian of Pushan Immortal Cave, I have seen Thirteen Niang." ”

The red-robed man looked back suddenly.

Amazing time!

Clear and bright pupils, curved willow eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, fair and flawless skin reveals a faint reddish pink that is not smeared with fat powder, thin lips are as delicate as rose petals, and if you tear open the arc slightly, there is a kind of intimacy of the tinkling of small bridges and flowing water.

Lantern.

Under the night.

The beauty looks back.

What a beautiful day......

The moment Thirteen Niang suddenly looked back, Xu Xiaoxian's brows jumped, but she had to admire from the bottom of her heart.

What a man who is more feminine than a woman.

What a man who is more beautiful than a woman.

This is a male peacock, a proud male peacock standing on the branch to race a phoenix.

The flawless and beautiful face has long made people ignore the fact that there is no meat on his chest, and there is a morbid urge to just want to take him into his arms and love him.

The world is really impermanent, ever-changing, and the world is turned upside down. It's like a woman's changeable face.

The young monk took a small step back and swallowed his saliva, having the illusion of being in a different world, but what was in front of him was very real.

Thirteen Niang's lips opened lightly: "If Thirteen Niang fails to solve Childe's doubts today, presumably Childe will be disappointed and disappointed." ”

Dressed in a red robe, the face is so beautiful that it can satisfy almost eighty percent of men who have the ultimate imagination of beauty, the voice is clear, and the exhalation is like an orchid, without the richness of a man, nor the softness of a woman.

It's good, and people can't be disgusted at all.

Xu Xiaoxian smiled awkwardly, Thirteen Niang motioned for Xu Xiaoxian to sit down, and the young monk also moved a rattan chair to sit on the coffee table.

Thirteen Niang sat opposite Xu Xiaoxian, lit the big red candle on the coffee table, brewed two cups of green tea and pushed it forward, untied the ponytail that had just been tied up, smoothed it out, put it on her right chest, and said with a smile:

"'Hug Pu and be happy, and be happy in Vermilion Bird' should be said to be the son. The lucky person who harvested the 'Ten Mile Taoyuan' former Sword Immortal Ten Miles 'One Breath Green Dragon Out' must also be a son.

With such a great future, why don't you go north? If you go north, you may have a smooth road.

Your senior brother Qiu Hurricane is the little imperial uncle of the Suzaku Qiu family, coupled with the identity of the first person of the younger generation of Baopu Mountain, you two hand in hand, why can't you unify Nanzhan Buzhou.

When the unification of Nanzhan Buzhou was promising, it was also an opportunity for the Vermilion Bird Iron Horse to break the ice on the Tongtian River and unify Zhongzhou.

You have the mark of the Vermilion Bird in your body, but the Vermilion Bird Qiu family is to take the Vermilion Bird as a totem, the time and place are favorable, you have taken the lead, and then work together, isn't it to go up to the sky and complement each other. ”

Xu Xiaoxian didn't pick up the cup of tea, nor did he pick up the topic of Thirteen Niang, who was more beautiful than a woman, and said softly: "The drought who is the best at killing Yuan Ying in Jindan wants to kill me, but he refuses to do it for a long time, Xu Xiaoxian wants to implore Thirteen Niang to solve his doubts, when will Drought Girl be willing to do it." ”

Thirteen Niang frowned at the very good-looking brows, and sighed: "The general trend of the world, like the sea water irrigating a lake, cannot be suppressed! Thirteen Niang persuaded her with good words, and the son did not consider it? Even if the son no longer went south, where would the Suzaku Qiu family dare to stumble on the monk of Baopu Mountain?"

Xu Xiaoxian stretched out his hand and picked up the cup of tea on the coffee table, put it to his mouth, didn't drink it, just sniffed it gently.

Before I drank it, my mouth was full of fragrance.

This is the best fragrant tea 'Junshan Silver Needle', produced from the south bank of the 800-mile Dongting, the heavy rain has to pour during the Qingming Dynasty, the 800-mile Dongting Lake rises to the water, and the air is humid to the critical point when it can not be picked.

Picking early, even if it is three hours, the tea leaves are too tender, and the sweetness overshadows the bitterness. It's late, the branches and leaves are scattered,

The bitterness is heavier than the sweetness.

If it weren't for the upside-down of silver needles, it wouldn't be the best.

The cup in front of Xu Xiaoxian is the best in the 'Junshan Silver Needle', which is worth 10,000 gold and has no price.

The young monk sniffed the tea, put down the teacup, looked at the beautiful man's face opposite, and said:

"I understand what Thirteen Niang said. Others often say that human affection is like a cup of tea, it is too hot to drink at first, and it will change its flavor when it is cold.

That's right.

However, Xiaodao is a personality who admits death.

I once promised the senior brother that if I wanted to carry the mound into Nanchu, then I would count.

And my senior brother, there is only Gu Daosheng, he was born in Nanchu, and there is no reason why I should not send him home. ”

Thirteen Niang looked at the young monk, then picked up the tea on the coffee table and drank it all.

In an instant, the man who was more beautiful than a woman, and the extremely kind momentum of his whole body disappeared, replaced by the feeling that Xu Xiaoxian had been lingering for this time.

Both familiar and unfamiliar.

Xu Xiaoxian left the palace in a rage and flew back two feet, as if facing a great enemy.

Thirteen Niang, who was more beautiful than a woman, sighed and chuckled: "I am naturally afraid of water, and I am not absolutely sure on this Laodao River. Childe's heart is in turmoil tonight, and the odds are not high. It's better to go to Dongtundu, seventy miles outside Shacheng, in the early morning of tomorrow, and then say goodbye to Gongzidao.

You win, you live. I won, I'll dig your grave with my own hands. ”

"Thirteen Niang is refreshing!"

Xu Xiaoxian got up, saluted, condensed all the true elements of eight or nine times out of ten on his back, and pushed the door out of the house without looking back.

In the night, a figure, like a firefly, shot out from the 'looking back' flower boat, marking the sky.

He was soaking wet.

He almost fell into the mouth of a wolf.