Peerless Junior Uncle

It's more sincere."

"You feel sorry for my little uncle." Haitang said, "Let's just say it. I understand."

"My people, don't I feel sorry for you?" Singer He Ting threw a small flag over.

Haitang let out a long sigh. He inserted the small flag he had received into his hair, and said sadly: "The little prince is a family man..."

"It is said that it was the church you worshiped that day. It can be regarded as an addiction." He Tingge laughed.

"Don't mention it. I haven't been kicked out yet. If Ziyang hadn't begged me, I wouldn't have gone. My first time was given to a strange woman..."

Hearing Haitang's mournful cry, He Tingge got up and came over. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the small yellow flag on its head: "Okay. Stop howling. Go change your clothes. Let's go eat."

"I don't want to move. You pack it up and bring it back to me..." Haitang lay back on the chair and pretended to be dead.

He Tingge put the chess pieces in place, and said regretfully, "I really don't want to go. I was thinking that the shopkeeper of Tianxiangju came today. I'll invite you to drink his treasured Dukang. Since you don't want to go, I'll ask General Li to come with you." . " As he spoke, he wanted to call Li Qi.

"Hey, hey, don't." Haitang got up quickly and smiled: "No matter how tired you are, you can't delay drinking, right. Didn't the shopkeeper of Tianxiangju just leave a few days ago?"

"He's the owner, not the shopkeeper." He Tinge said.

"Isn't it the same meaning?" Haitang was puzzled: "Who is the shopkeeper?" As soon as I asked, my mind started to spin. Tianxiangju, Jiuwei Pavilion......

"Ziyang." Haitang looked at He Tingge with wide eyes: "Is Ziyang here?"

He Tinge raised his eyebrows at him.

Haitang really didn't expect Xu Ziyang to come to Moon City. He didn't react until he walked into the gate of Tianxiangju and saw the blue figure.

"Brother..." Suddenly his calf sank. A soft voice came to his ears. Haitang lowered his head and saw Yihuan wearing a thick little brocade suit and buckskin boots. His little gloves. He was hugging his leg and smiling with crooked eyes.

Haitang was surprised. He reached out to pick up the dumpling. After a few days, it sank again. It seems that Xu Ziyang took good care of him: "I don't think so."

Xiaotuanzi rubbed his arms around Haitang's neck with his gloves on. He smiled and said, "I think so."

Haitang smiled. The dumpling rubbed against Haitang and stretched out his arms to be hugged by He Tingge. He Tingge didn't expect that Xu Ziyang would bring Yihuan over, so he stretched out his hand to hug the dumpling. Yihuan sat on his arm and stretched out his little hand to ask He Tingge to help him Take off the gloves.

Get Kong squeezed He Tingge's hair with his little hands and began to "talk about the pain of lovesickness". He Tingge couldn't laugh or cry when he heard Xiao Tuanzi say that Yin Qianji held him in his arms and taught him to recite poems. In the end, he fell asleep. The evil Yi Huan sat in his arms for more than an hour. His buttocks were numb...

I thought I lost you

He pinched He Tingge's hair with his little hands and began to "talk about the pain of lovesickness". He Tingge was dumbfounded when he heard Xiaotuanzi say that Yin Qianji held him in his arms and fell asleep. The hurt Yihuan was in his arms I sat there for more than an hour. My buttocks are numb...

"The benefactor took me to Fangfang's Baozi. There was a Huahua aunt who said she wanted to marry the benefactor..." Yihuan frowned and puffed her cheeks and said, "Then the benefactor said I was his son The aunt said that her girl can be a little...uncle, what is being a little."

Hearing this, Haitang had already spit the wine out of his mouth with a smile. He coughed and was out of breath. Xiaotuanzi crawled over and patted him on the back affectionately. He muttered puzzledly: "Gugu is the same Laughing. He couldn’t even walk. It was Mu Mu who helped him go home..."

"Isn't that girl pretty?" Haitang hugged the dumpling and kissed it hard. It was so cute.

"Hmm..." Xiaotuanzi wrinkled his face in distress, "I didn't see it..."

"Speak again. Be careful not to be spanked by the master." Xu Ziyang came in with a wine jar, and he could smell the aroma of aging wine from a distance. Du Kang, whom Haitang was thinking of, could finally drink it into his mouth.

Yi Huan quickly covered her small mouth, but her eyes were still smiling. She ran over and lay in He Tingge's arms to look at Xu Ziyang.

Xu Ziyang smiled helplessly. He put the wine jar on the table and asked, "Do you want it warm?"

No one answered for a while. Xu Ziyang turned to look at Haitang. The meaning in his eyes was obvious: "Who are you looking at? I'm just asking you."

Sure enough, He Tingge had been drinking Lihua poems early in the morning. Obviously, he was asking him. Haitang quickly said: "No, no need."

Xu Ziyang didn't answer. After pouring the wine, he took another thermos pot. Halfway through the wine, put it in and warm it up.

"Why did you come here?" Haitang was at a loss for words.

Xu Ziyang gave the main menu to Xiao Er and replied: "The little master said that the accounts here have not been settled yet. Let me come over and have a look. Master Mu Lan is not in the capital either. The master is old. Give Yihuan to him I didn't worry about it, so I brought it here."

It didn't take long for the dishes to be served. They were all Tianxiangju's signature dishes. I haven't seen a few people for a long time. They were drinking and eating well. They were chatting while drinking. When I realized it, it was already dark outside.

Sitting in He Tingge's arms was Yi Huan who was gnawing chicken feet. His little face was covered with juice. He Tingge wiped it off with a towel.

"I'm full." Yi Huan put down the gnawed chicken bone and burped. He Tingge wiped his mouth and asked.

Yi Huan nodded. He Tingge grabbed his little hand and washed his oily paws in the sink. Yi Huan looked at the clean little hands and pulled He Tingge's sleeve with a smile: "Uncle, let's go to the night market."

"night market."

Xu Ziyang said: "Today is the anniversary of the construction of Linyue City. The prince may have forgotten it."

Haitang drank the warmed Dukang and found it better than the cold one. He thought to himself that his rabbit knew him well. Listening to the night market at this time, he quickly put down his glass and raised his hand: "I have to see this one. I haven't seen it before."

"Aren't you so tired that you can't even walk?" He Tingge teased him.

Haitang sneered: "Satisfied with wine and food, are you in good spirits? Isn't it Xiaotuanzi?"

Yi Huan squinted her eyes and nodded vigorously. She tugged on He Tingge's sleeve: "Uncle, why don't you go..."

He Tingge had no choice but to compromise. But the requirement is to pay attention to safety. There are mixed fish in Linyue City. Be careful to take the opportunity to sneak in criminals.

Yi Huan is naturally held by herself. Xu Ziyang has a Haitang over there. There should be no problem. If you can’t go to a night market, you have to bring your own guards. Then go to a woolen shop.

Not to mention. Linyue City usually looks like a small frontier town. At night, it is a different scene. It is no less than the feasting and feasting in Kyoto. He Tingge suddenly thought of Shanghai. He has been to Shanghai. It is a city that never sleeps. Shanghai in the daytime and nighttime are worlds apart.

There are people coming and going on the street. Bustling. All kinds of people. Because it is the intersection of the Silk Road. The style of the city combines the characteristics of the Western Regions and the Central Plains. People who look at it are dazzled.

When visiting the night market, you naturally have to go to a place with a lot of people. Haitang saw that there are three floors inside and three floors surrounded by people, so he dragged Xu Ziyang over to take a look. After finally squeezing in, he saw a man in a strange dress Sitting on the ground. His head was wrapped with a cloth. His skin was dark. His appearance was not from the Central Plains. The man was playing a flute. There was a bamboo basket in front of him. Following the melody of the flute, he picked a snake as thick as his wrist from the bamboo basket. He twisted his waist and got out of the basket.

"I'll go." Haitang felt cold. He watched the big piebald snake come out spitting snake letters. He swallowed hard: "Snake. It's still playing like this. Will it be played to death by the snake?"

Xu Ziyang glanced at Haitang and said quietly: "You are afraid of snakes."

"Who said that?" Haitang said stiffly, "I'm just not used to this kind of thing. It looks so oozing."

Xu Ziyang also allowed him to be stubborn. He moved his eyebrows and said, "Go over there and have a look."

"Oh, good." Haitang was eager to leave quickly. He finally squeezed out of the crowd and let out a sigh of relief: "Next time, you have to see clearly before going in. You can't get in or get out..."

Xu Ziyang ignored him and walked forward on his own.

"It turns out that Linyue City is like this at night." Haitang clicked his tongue next to Xu Ziyang. He Tingge didn't know where he was carrying Yihuan. As far as he knew, that "uncle" He Tingge would not let his family's little one Nephew sees such a horrible thing.

Looking at the people passing by beside me, there are really all kinds of people.

Just like that... at night. The woman was actually wearing a dress that exposed her navel. The rings on her body jingled. It was different from the soft appearance of the Central Plains woman. The woman had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a high nose bridge. Seeing Haitang looking over. He cast a wink.

Haitang shuddered suddenly. I have never seen such a rela beauty in such a big age.

"My name is Lusha." The woman actually walked straight over, speaking in a not-so-fluent Central Plains dialect.

Haitang was terrified. He was at a loss. He never knew what it was like to be approached by a beautiful woman. Subconsciously, he looked at Xu Ziyang next to him. But there was no one there. The bustling people walking past were all unfamiliar faces.

Right now, I can't care about beautiful women anymore. He said repeatedly, "Sorry. I'm going to find a friend."

The woman didn't seem to be happy. She grabbed Haitang and asked persistently, "What's your name?"

Haitang was in a hurry to find someone. Everywhere he looked was black heads. He said perfunctorily, "My name is Mu Lan." After saying that, he shook off the beauty's hand and went to Xu Ziyang.

The woman watched Haitang go away with her beautiful eyes. A follower followed and asked the woman in Kule's language: "Princess."

The woman didn't say anything. She just read silently: "Mu Lan..." The vermilion lips parted slightly: "We will meet again."

Really. He Tingge