Night Talk Hundred Stories

Qinghe looked around the room, suddenly his eyes lit up, he went to the flower pot in the corner and pulled two leaves, and after blowing on them, he turned them into people with the same appearance as himself and Hei Yao, and then looked at the two A newly transformed man waved his hands and said, "You guys stay here well and keep this good seat for us."

Those two people's demeanors were exactly the same as the two of them, one nodded seriously, and the other responded with a smile: "Got it."

Qing He looked at them and nodded in satisfaction, Hei Yao got up, walked to the door and waved to him: "Let's go." Qing He went over obediently, took Hei Yao's hand and walked out of the door together.

Unexpectedly, the two of them went downstairs and met an acquaintance.

Because they didn't want to see the scene just now again, they purposely searched for a clean corner, and passed by a side alley, Qinghe shook Hei Yao's hand, and said, "It's the elder sister who sells flowers yesterday."

Hei Yao was very familiar with that voice, so he turned his head to look, but saw the figures of two women in the depths of the alley, hidden by several dense trees.

"Why is she here?" Qinghe only heard that this place is not for girls from good families, so she couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Hei Yao shook his head, "Maybe there is something wrong." Hei Yao walked away after saying that.

"Hmm...Okay." Qing He responded, and looked back, but the two thin figures could no longer be seen clearly.

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The sun shone on the two women through the layers of leaves, and there were tiny whispers penetrating the leaves, which quickly dissipated in the wind.

"Don't worry, it will definitely be successful tonight." Luo Er smiled with a confident look on her face.

The woman opposite her nodded, her face was hidden under the bamboo hat, but her voice was clear and sweet: "Thank you."

Luo Er covered her mouth and smiled: "In the final analysis, you are helping me..." She frowned as if she was troubled, "But don't forget what you promised me."

The woman said: "Of course not."

Watching the woman's figure disappear from sight, Luo Er raised her head to look at the clear blue sky above her head, and sighed slightly: "Human..."

A servant passed by, seeing her here, he immediately said: "Miss Luoer, why are you here, Mama Sun is looking for you."

Luo Er casually brushed the strands of hair hanging from her ears behind her ears, and smiled: "Got it, this is it."

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The oiran selection of Wanhua Pavilion seems to have a certain status in the city, passers-by on the street can't avoid this topic in chatting, and some people talk about the previous oiran Golden Peony, saying that she is outstanding and beautiful.

Another person laughed and said: "This time it must be the girl Luoer who was elected as the oiran, it is said that she is the one who is astonishing!"

There are also those who only love the Qingguan in the pavilion, but say that the one with the best poems and books has the most extraordinary temperament.

Qing He only found it interesting, turned to Hei Yao and said, "We just met a few, which one do you think looks better?"

Hei Yao didn't take it seriously and said: "It's just some vulgar fans, how can it be called good-looking."

Not wanting to be peaceful but unwilling to give up, Fu said seriously: "Then what do you think is good-looking?"

Hei Yao was also stunned when he heard the question, how had he ever thought about such a question?Looking down and seeing the young man's focused eyes, he bent his lips and said, "You're fine."

"You must be making fun of me!" Qinghe said angrily, "I didn't say that men are good-looking!"

Hei Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he casually pointed to a small street stall and said, "Look, what is that?"

Qinghe looked in the direction of his finger, his eyes lit up, "Huh? What is that?"

On the side of the street, an old man used a large colander to put a large piece of snow-white things into the oil pan in front of him. As soon as the colander was put in, he heard a piercing sound of oil, and bursts of white smoke rose, followed by The tangy aroma makes people move their index fingers.

Qinghe was immediately absorbed by that thing, pulled Hei Yao and walked over, completely forgetting that he was still arguing with him just now.

Hei Yao reluctantly walked over to Qinghe, lamenting Qinghe's simplicity and deceitfulness, and feeling that his status in the little guy's heart might not be as high as these delicacies.

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After the two had had a good time, they took advantage of the night to slowly walk to the Wanhua Pavilion.

The two entered the room silently, and the two people who turned into grass leaves were still sitting in the room, so Hei Yao asked, "Are you busy today?"

The two people shook their heads together, and the blade of grass, which turned into a peaceful look, smiled and said, "This guy coldly said 'Get lost' to the person who knocked on the door, and no one came anymore."

Qing He also smiled when he heard the words, this really resembled Hei Yao's temper, he wanted to make a move to turn the two back to their original form, but at this moment he suddenly stopped, and said to the two: "Do you want to be like this from now on?"

The two people sitting there were all taken aback, even "Hei Yao" was puzzled.

Qing He said again: "Go quietly by yourself, practice hard, and you will naturally have a real body in the future."

The boy on the opposite side looked surprised: "Really?"

Qing He nodded, and said again: "But you have to change your appearance, don't become our appearance."

The two people looked at each other and nodded, Qinghe cast a formula towards them, a puff of white smoke enveloped them, when the white smoke dissipated, two people with different appearances were sitting.

The young man with a cute face seemed to be afraid of Qinghe's repentance, and he couldn't wait to go out the door, but when he reached the door, he found that the young man still didn't move, and turned back to pull him, eagerly saying: "Why don't you go."

There was no fluctuation between the young man's eyebrows, he glanced at the young man lightly, stood up and said, "Thank you."

Qinghe waved his hand: "It's okay."

The young man scratched his head and said with a smile: "We will definitely cherish this opportunity. When we meet in the future, we will repay the kindness of a drop of water!" He said very seriously, but with his baby face Even more cute.

The young man held his wrist and said, "Let's go."

Seeing the two people disappear in front of the door, Hei Yao asked, "Why help them?"

Qing He said: "At first I wanted to turn them back into leaves...but he really looks like Hei Yao, so I don't want to do it—let alone I pulled it out." Then he smiled at Hei Yao and said: " Didn't you help them too? They have a talisman on them, I know you cast it just now."

Hei Yao said indifferently: "Both of them have cultivated for less than a hundred years, but they have been contaminated with a lot of your spiritual energy for no reason. Going out like this is like a cultivation elixir for those who are interested."

Qinghe threw himself into his arms and rubbed against him, "I knew that Hei Yao was the best."

At this moment, there was a clear flute sound downstairs, and the two of them looked up together, and they heard noisy voices downstairs, and they could only hear something like "started" and "haven't come out". Flicking his fingers towards the curtain, the two layers of curtains were slowly hung up on both sides, and the bamboo curtain was also slowly half-rolled.

"It looks like the oiran selection has begun."

Qinghe said with a smile.

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