Envy

The bustard wiped the sweat from his forehead with a silk cloth, and smiled apologetically, "I'm really sorry. Miss Quetang doesn't pick up guests these days. Can another girl accompany you? There is Cuijun Wendan Meiniang in the Lixiang tower, and everyone loves her." It's both talented and beautiful...you pick it at will?"

"What about Miss Changji?"

She wondered: "Miss Chang Ye rests during the day, so I can't accompany you."

Meng Tou smiled gently: "It's okay, then I'll wait for her until night." After he finished speaking, he went straight into the building, hiding from the enthusiastic Yingying Yanyan all the way.

He was still in the building to meet Song Jingran who came in through the window.After they met, they walked down the corridor to the backyard.

The yard is elegant and chic, with many flowers and trees planted.It was afternoon, and almost no one came and went.So they were not stopped all the way.

"Brother Meng, how did that charming bone suck people's essence and blood, directly knocking people out and then sucking up Yang Qi?"

Meng Tou was taken aback, but his footsteps were still brisk: "Have you never read a ghost story or talked about love?"

Song Jingran blushed, and mumbled, "Ah? I don't understand, what does this have to do with ghost novels and whether they have ever talked about love?"

"It's nothing," Meng Tou said with a smile, "Which one do you think is more beautiful, Miss Chang Ye or Miss Que Tang, and which one do you like more?"

"Ah... I think Miss Quetang is prettier, but I like Miss Chang Ye better. She looks more... um... gentle? Yes, gentle and close." Song Jingran asked, "And you, Brother Meng, Which one do you prefer?"

Meng Tou glanced at him sideways: "Which one do you think is more beautiful, Miss Quetang or my younger brother Meng Yan?"

"...How can this be compared. Anyway, Meng Yan is a man." He thought for a while, "If I have to compare, I still think Meng Yan is good-looking. He feels like a breeze, clean Refreshing."

"That's it."

Song Jingran scratched his head a little irritably: "Hey, why do I always fail to understand what you say. I'm a straightforward person, and I can't listen to twists and turns."

"Men come to this kind of place, of course they come here for romance, do you think they only listen to ditties like us?" Meng Tou walked down the steps with his hands behind his back, approached the Moon Tower, and lowered his voice, "Mei Gu is happy with men, Ingest the blood of a man. Go back and read "Night Travel Record."

He nodded: "Okay, okay, I will definitely read this book again when I go back."

Meng Tou knocked on the door, pausing every three times to listen to the movement inside.But no one came to open the door.

He thought it was inconvenient to call someone directly at this time.He didn't know which floor the Quetang girl rested on, so he took a few steps back, covered the light with his sleeve, and looked up: "Look at the window on the third floor, is there anything hanging on it?"

Song Jingran squinted his eyes for a while, then replied, "It's a wind chime."

"Girls like to hang wind chimes on the bedroom window. This is the only floor." After finishing speaking, Meng Tou flew up the stairs, his white clothes fluttering, and easily landed on the narrow corridor outside the third floor, and fought Song Jingran A gesture to tell him to wait below.Song Jingran looked dumbfounded, how could he be so chic and quick.

Meng Tou knocked on the window several times.After a while, a servant girl opened the window, and when she saw him, she backed up a few steps in fright, kept patting her chest and said, "I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death..."

He jumped into the room, turned and closed the window.Miss Quetang was originally sitting in front of the dressing table, but now she stood up and looked at him in amazement: "Who are you?"

He cupped his hands: "Miss Quetang is polite. There are disciples of Xiamu Sumen sect. There are ghosts in the girl's yard. I am afraid of hurting innocent people, so I came here to exorcise the girl."

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Song Jingran stood downstairs alone, and the more he waited, the more anxious he became.He thought that maybe Sange Meng had started fighting with Yin Ling.But why is there no movement in the building?Could it be that Sange Meng was swallowed by Yin Ling?

He was thinking wildly when the slow-footed little maid finally opened the door for him.She said crisply: "Master, Miss, please go upstairs."

So he touched the sword on his waist, and followed the little maid in fear.

Song Jingran had just entered the room when he heard the woman's laughter like silver bells.Miss Quettang said: "The green peach tea in Yunzhou is really good, after eating it leaves a fragrance on the lips and teeth." He leaned forward curiously and saw that Brother Meng and Miss Quettang were chatting happily over wine.He thought that Brother Meng was good-looking and good-natured, he would please girls and make ghosts happy.

Meng Tou beckoned him to sit down, and said to Miss Quetang, "This is my friend."

Miss Quetang poured tea for him with a smile: "The Taoist leader is polite."

At that time, he just peeked at her appearance through the small hole, and he was astonished at that time, but he didn't expect to see her more fresh and refined, with an extraordinary temperament.

Song Jingran was frightened, and took the tea tremblingly.

Meng Tou looked into her gentle and charming eyes, and continued to say to her: "Has anyone ever said that the girl's appearance is somewhat similar to the girl Yan Miao of Shen Gui's sect?"

"It's never happened before." Miss Qutang rolled her eyes, "Miss Miao is so heroic and heroic. How dare my family compare with her."

Song Jingran was a little excited, and said to Meng Tou, "Brother Meng, have you met Miss Miao?"

"No. I've only seen a portrait."

Song Jingran let out an "oh", a little disappointed: "The painter didn't paint a ten-thousandth of her charm. I've seen her in person, and she's really pretty."

Meng Tou's expression froze: "Have you seen Yan Miao? When have you seen her?"

"I am from Yongye. A few years ago when the Yin spirit rioted in Yongye, it was Sister Miao who saved me and Auntie. It's a pity that she...she passed away. I haven't had time to repay her kindness."

Meng Tou pursed his lips and tapped his forehead.Song Jingran didn't understand why Sange Meng showed such an expression that he couldn't explain clearly, but felt that he was very sad.But he quickly put on his usual gentle expression, and then chatted with Miss Quetang about other things.

He originally wanted to quietly ask Brother Meng what he planned to do next, but he never found the time. He just listened to the two of them talking for more than two hours, from viewing flowers and visiting mountains, to poetry and songs, to secular feelings. Feeling late.He just sat aside and drank tea.

He always felt that Brother Meng had read a lot of books and knew a little about everything.No matter what Miss Quetang mentioned, he had dabbled in it before, and he was able to carry on the conversation.Song Jingran adored him.He is clumsy when he is nervous, and he can never be as calm as he is.