The little sister was so angry that she vomited Meng Nu's milk. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sister flowers of the Three Realms were all embarrassed by him.

Perhaps, being held hostage by them left and right, instigated back and forth, Bai Wuchang was really powerless to fight back, so he could only play this kind of cleverness and drag them into the water together.

Perhaps, just by coincidence, who knows what is going on in his head?

His life is a joke, and those who are too close to him will be dragged into jokes by him sooner or later.

Meng Nu's roar was still echoing in her ears, afraid that she would catch up and retaliate, Bai Wuchang fled to the safest place in the underworld.

At this time, the safest place in the underworld is the judge's hut.

Because only in the judge's hut, Meng Nu will not abandon her gentle and virtuous appearance.

Slip through the crack in the door to cover the door, not daring to let a trace of gloomy cold air slip in.

When I first met the judge, I thought he was useless, but today, he is a person who absolutely cannot die.

The judge crouched over the tea case, his robe wide and skinny.

Man has lost his spirit, like a shrimp hanging in a fishing net.

After barely raising his head, he saw that it was Bai Impermanence, and buried his head in the crook of his arm in disappointment, ready to sleep.

Originally, the scholars who taught etiquette everywhere didn't even have the strength to say a polite word.

"It seems that it is against the teachings of the sages to have friends who come from afar and do not serve them tea. ”

"I'm saving up for taxes. ”

With a little relaxation, at least he can still speak.

Poor womanizer, every day the body enters the yin, don't you think that the yinsha enters the body?

Recharge your batteries?

It is estimated that if you raise enough for a year, it will not be able to withstand Meng Nu's smile.

"Did the Judge hear my godmother's voice?"

At the mention of Meng Nu, the judge raised his head and his eyes were full of love: "What's the matter? That scream is from Meng Mei?"

Not only did he raise his head, but his trembling hands supported the tea case, he wanted to stand up.

"Where's my judge's pen? I'm going to save Meng Mei. ”

Who can this living skeleton save?

The big palm pressed on his shoulder, Bai Wuchang pressed him to sit down, and the corner of his mouth snorted coldly: "Godmother is not in danger, she is just angry with you." ”

Angry?

No wonder she hasn't come today.

"I cherish Meng Mei more than my life, how could she be angry with me?"

He swore an oath.

"Do you have the face to say cherish it?" Bai Wuchang took a sip and complained: "When did I ask you about reincarnation, didn't you push back?"

Pouring a glass of water, Bai Wuchang sighed lightly: "Godmother said, you don't love Wu and Wu, and you always treat her as an outsider." ”

drank half a cup and frowned at the judge: "I sold it to the judge, and I made a package ticket in front of the godmother, saying that I don't need to borrow the godmother's face this time, and the judge will definitely be able to tell me the reincarnation of the person who is destined for the earth." ”

"The person who lives on the earth, the reincarnation of the rich family in the world, will not escape being a beggar after all, and there is only one in the Three Realms. In order to show his sincerity to Meng Nu, the judge rushed to say: "In this life, he is by the West Lake, and his name is Mei Xiaoyan." ”

Mei Xiaoyan by the West Lake, listening to a bit of poetry, I don't know if I am a beggar now.

"When I go back, I must tell my godmother that the judge understands the truth of loving the house and Wu. ”

After drinking the water in the cup, he just wanted to leave, but was grabbed by the judge's withered hand.

The godless eyes were full of love, and he expressed his determination to Bai Impermanence: "After I marry Meng Mei, I will definitely be a father-in-law who loves you." ”

The autumn of West Lake makes people sad.

On the shore of the Su Causeway, the red leaves are muddy.

The evening bell is ethereal in the sky above the West Lake at night, and the people in the laughing flower boat.

The night is already young, and the flower boat is traveling at night.

The lights are brilliant, reflecting the sparkling waves of the night lake, as if there is gold shining at the bottom of the lake.

In the cabin, the warbler and the swallow, the piano sang and danced.

The four major Oirans of Hangzhou, who are drunk with incense, are all on this boat tonight.

Couplet chanting, falling ink Danqing, singing and dancing.

All the skills are used to please the owner of this boat.

An Oiran is already a rare face.

The owner of this boat, how could he let the four Oiran please him at the same time?

Because he bought West Lake.

The reason is simple, it is untold wealth.

With Oiran by his side every night, he must have died of happiness.

Maybe.

He was rich and elegant, and he has not yet married.

The Oiran is in flux, each with its own thoughts.

Maybe one day, he will redeem himself for me, and Ming Media is marrying me and let me be the master of West Lake.

There is no boatman on the boat, and on the West Lake, wherever the boat floats, it is his home.

There was no boatman's boat, there were nine people.

Yes, that's right.

One master, the four-branched oiran, and the four-branched oiran's maid.

As soon as the Oiran had a maid, the prostitute became a young lady.

The price of sleeping with a prostitute is different from the price of sleeping with a young lady.

All bustard girls understand this truth.

Therefore, each Oiran must bring a decent maid.

What is a decent maid?

Skillful hands can do it, clever mouths can speak, and the young lady can't be wronged by others.

And to be pretty, of course, not more beautiful than the Oiran.

Filigree Rain is Oiran's maid, she is beautiful, but she is just a little girl.

She has beautiful feet, and she always likes to dip them in the water when she is on a boat.

The boat was so big, and she didn't have that long legs.

So she stood at the stern of the boat, barefoot, with her embroidered shoes pinned to her waist.

The good-looking embroidered shoes were always too hard, and she would rather go barefoot.

Anyway, on the ship, there's nothing wrong with that.

Anyway, I'm a maid in a brothel, so it doesn't matter if I'm looked at by a man.

Filigree rain thought so.

The other three maids didn't think so, so they hid from the rain of filigree and gathered at the bow of the boat.

They are all maids in brothels, what are they pretending to be?

Two days ago, the filigree rain would sour them in their hearts.

After two days, Filigree Rain felt that everything was too perfect.

A huge stern belongs to her alone.

She likes to sit and lie down.

Walking around barefoot, draped in green silk, eating snacks, and enjoying the night breeze of West Lake.

When the autumn rain moistens the West Lake, she prefers to raise her little face and let Siyu remove her makeup.

I really hope that no one will choose the owner of this boat, and let this kind of day last a few more days.

Hua Siyu couldn't remember what the owner of this boat looked like, so every time he lowered his head and sent the young lady into the cabin, and then lowered his head to carry the young lady out.

Occasionally, I would glance at it in a hurry, and I just felt that it was an elegant literary student.

However, listening to the other three maids chirping, he seems to be good-looking.

The silk rain pouted gently, no matter how good she looked, she was just a prodigal who sang every night, but it was a pity that she had a good appearance from God.

Because I didn't care about his appearance, I wasn't interested in looking at him closely.

He should be surnamed Mei, because as soon as the young lady entered the cabin, she was tired of calling him Meilang.

The title of Mei Lang is really like a pair of matchmakers.

Every time Miss called him that, Hua Xiyu would bite her lip and snicker.

I also sneaked a glance at him.

He also frowned slightly, he must not have liked this title either.

It's almost dawn, and the singing has long since faded.

The morning rain drifted again, and the filigree rain raised the little face.

After a while, I will go back to Flower Lane again.

When my heart is quiet, I hear faint footsteps.

Turning his head, he saw a skinny boatman standing in front of him.

He was dressed in a cloak and his hat was pressed very low.

His face was unrecognizable, and his sleeves and trouser legs were pulled up high.

It's just that the skin that is exposed on the outside is too fine and tender.

His voice was soft: "The ladies are not going back today, I will see the girls off the boat." ”

He gestured to the small sampan tethered to the stern of the flower.

"It's not dawn yet. ”

Filigree Rain pouted.

Well, since they're evicted, there's no reason for me to die here.

Filigree Rain deftly jumped on the sampan and did not put on her embroidered shoes.

Because she was finally able to put her feet in the water.