don't be vulgar for me

There were many tourists on the Ancient Tea Horse Road, their long clothes sweeping the ground rustlingly, and one voice was lit up on the right side of the street, and another voice was shouted. After the lanterns were lit at the Mandarin Duck Court on Tai’an Street, the hawkers softened their voices under the thin curtain.

The grass is thick and dewy, and the light rain on the translucent flagstone floor makes them scramble to become softer.Merchants, servants, women and children who have eyes, all look in with the piles of copper-smelling scholarly family members in front of the door of Tongshuxiang Pavilion, only the latter smells the ecstatic fragrance, just like Getting into the arms of the beauty, her legs trembled and she fell backwards.There were tiny cracks in the door, and flimsy and boneless wrists fluttered out. The teenagers who were smiling like mountains and rivers all hooked their noses into smiles. They leaned in quickly, but they couldn't get close Go inside that pavilion.

The fallen boy hurriedly got up and wiped his hands to touch the fragrant bones. He didn't hear the sound of everyone's pushing and fighting, but only knew that there was a small hand on his heart, and the fingertips scratched him lightly, causing him to wander.In the crowd of men, but forget the soul One night, the moment came like a dream, the girl held a gold cup with flower and leaf patterns and leaned against his mouth, her throat seemed to swallow a mouthful of empty air, and then she fell asleep and didn't know the world. thing.

During the spring equinox, cherry blossoms rain, and the deep eaves of Subi are covered with patches of rain. Women don't want to see the man's gluttonous appearance. They pull the sagging face and frown and raise their eyebrows to goug out the crack of the door. When they look up, they see A girl with tender cheeks curled one corner of her lips at her, and Lian tightened her vegetable basket in fright and walked home.

Regardless of whether the world is south or north, spring flowers and autumn moon are the best scenery in the world.The site of Shuxiang Pavilion is located in an open area surrounded by ancient trees with white walls. When I came here four years ago, there was only a few steps away from the dilapidated Buddhist temple across the road.I don't know which old man with a big belly and ink stepped into the Shuxiang Pavilion and recited a few limericks, and the literati and inkmen who followed him competed to recite it, which made the women in the pavilion famous.Gradually, the weeds were flattened, the stone slabs became slippery, night lights were added to the empty streets, and night watchmen came into existence from scratch.

Xiashang glanced at the clouds hanging slantingly on the top of the hill, the noise downstairs was very annoying, the mountain wind gusts out the corner of the window, the goose-yellow sandal skirt corner, the gold emerald flowers jingle, the dull face of the upstairs person shook slightly, and the corner of the other lip lightly Release the scent of floral fragrance.Regardless of the clean, white and dark faces underneath, they straightened their clothes, but they became more and more messy. The white silk carved with lotus flowers on the whitened shoulder blades was blown down by the wind, like banners dancing in the air.

One of the teenagers with a red face and white teeth hurriedly said, "It's her, it's her!"

Those who heard the words, the surging crowd all backed away and looked up from the heights, regardless of the ecstasy that continued in the boy's mouth.I don't know how long I stared at it, but I couldn't see the voice and smile of the woman in the building. I just followed her eyes and looked in the direction of the ruined temple, and someone boldly shouted: "Sister, there is no good stuff coming out of the monk's temple. Brother, what are you doing here?" All of them!" The timid man's eyes lighted up after hearing this, and he smirked and swept the powdered beauty's face.

The red light and warm fragrance first appeared, and the smell became even worse. Yingling's laughter came from the door.I saw red candles playing musical instruments inside the door, girls who looked like jasper melons with pink rouge spots on their cheeks, long skirts that stretched the floor were covered with silver-white carpets, but there was a young lady's age in the middle of the row, with her hair in a high bun, Sparse wrinkles at the corners of the eyes pulled upwards.

It attracted people outside the door to rush in like a swarm of people, and they didn't care about the cold woman upstairs.

"Mother Ruan, Yan'er tonight."

"Ruan Niang, Ruan Niang, you can't push me anymore!"

"Niang Ruan, I got it by selling calligraphy and painting, so let me see Qing'er."

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The voices are continuous pushing and pushing, all in a chaotic posture that can't be expected, with loose clothes and a slippery turban. One of the teenagers who squeezed in the nearest one, his round neck and narrow sleeves were all torn in half by a big man with a tiger's back and a waist that suddenly appeared, and he gave birth instantly. Scholars are weak and can't get up.

Close your eyelids, a sharp smile sounded in your ears, "Throw it out."

Straightening his body but not touching the stone slab, the boy squinted and opened his eyes, only to see a weak man lying on the ground next to him.In front of her was Ruan Niang, who was wrapped in a dark green long hooded dress and her hair was green and bright. She looked straight at him and said, "Is it me who pushes you, or do you want to be like him?"

All of a sudden, this group of young masters squeezed their mouths tightly and fell silent. No one knew that the young man next to Ruan Niang was very reasonable.

The boy turned around dejectedly.The man who peeked at the ground didn't have any bruises from the beating, but his cheeks were sunken, as if he had been hungry for years.He said with distaste: "The rioters still want to come to Shuxiang Pavilion, and they can't even get you if they eat dirt and drink urine." The wind blew up two mouthfuls of dust on the people's hair, and turned to see the graceful figure of the dancer in the green window, playing a song of silk and bamboo in neon clothes Xian Le Gone.He stole a few more times secretly, looked up a few times, and saw the two curving eyes on the half-rolled curtain upstairs.Straightening up her clothes, she called out to beauties twice, but she looked at the smelly monk who was just about to walk past him in the distance!

"Look who I caught." Tang Ling'er hadn't recovered from being lightly grabbed on the shoulder, and was anxious not to care about Qingbo's nonsense, looking out at the bald man with a basket of food on his back The child has disappeared.It's that man again, every time he passes by Shuxiang Pavilion, he doesn't even glance this way. Even if he is a neighbor to the mountain, he is still a neighbor no matter what. He lives together on the right side of Tai'an Street. Is the monk different from other men?

"Who can you look at, not the idiots on the ground." Tang Ling'er turned around and gathered the gold-inlaid silver flowers on the top, and carefully looked at the person in front of him: "Why are you dressed so brightly today? I don't know." Which son has this taste." While talking and laughing, she took out the warm purple sand pot and poured two cups of tea, through the water, she saw a smile in her eyes.

"Where is Yan, is it better than what you usually wear?"

"Hey, I won't tell you these things anymore, Qing'er is in tears, you still have the heart to drink tea."

"Who told her to be sad for a man, no, lay one on the ground and lock the other in the room." Dan's lips were cracked, Tang Ling'er blew away the tea dregs, the refreshing smell mixed with singing and dancing downstairs, and the man outside the door whispered The sound is slightly bitter.

Fu put down the cup again, and lightly swayed the bright red Qingbo: "Aniang didn't really hit that idiot, she cried by herself, which made Aniang even more angry, but it's just that he was hungry for a few days, and he gave it to him." Both sides should be brave. Besides, if Qing'er cries for him right now, that kid is worth it, crying is much harder to buy than laughing."

Hearing the words, Qingbo walked slowly to her side, breathed out silently, and tied up her loose black hair again: "Don't talk about these bad things, this is not the first time that Qing'er has cried for others."

Tang Ling'er let her comb her hair with the cloud comb, and suddenly remembered something, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Zero..."

"Ok?"

After hesitating for a while, Qingbo still opened her mouth: "Now, you are almost reaching the age of Ji... Tell me, how long can we stay?"

The dawn is clear with dew, the mountain breeze that lasted all night is on the tip of the drunk butterfly flower, Tang Linger is lazily unwilling to get up in the quilt, Huarong's beautiful face when she just woke up is also stained with dew, the corners of her eyes are wet and feathers bloom Eyelashes, staring at the tip of the flower, leaning against the bed, stretching out a fingertip to touch, when the dew fell on the quilt, the mole at the corner of her eye also shone brightly.

The scarlet obscene clothes are made of cotton yarn, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.Tang Ling'er's expression was indifferent and her willow eyes didn't stop watching, she forced herself to play the pipa for a whole day yesterday, and forgot the sobbing sound of Qing'er flying into her room with wings in the middle of the night, and drove away the two little sparrows who had stayed all night in Langan .Walking to the flower shadow hanging basket, looking left and right, only the owner of the wine shop opposite was looking at her.

Stroking the hair around his shoulders, Tang Ling'er unconsciously read: "Zongjiao... and Ji... that's all."

At three o'clock in the morning, Shuxiang Pavilion is not doing business, but some wild poets who are traveling in mountains and rivers come into the shop and order musicians to sing.Tang Ling'er's mind cleared up after a night of chaos.

Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door, and just as he was about to open his mouth so that he would not be used to deliver food, he heard whimpering from outside the door, calling out, "Ling'er."

Invited into the room, Tang Ling'er noticed that Qing'er's colored silk half-sleeves and buttons were all gone, and the crumpled clothes were just like her frowning with tears and tears at the moment, knowing that she was more emotional this time It's not like the original cry when you cry to the child and stop shouting.

"Why do you ruin yourself." Covering the curtains and closing the windows one by one, Tang Ling'er couldn't bear it and finally opened his mouth.

"Where am I ruining myself!" Qing'er turned around and pushed away the tea she brought, resentful and startled, the two little sparrows that flew back flew away again.

The tip of his nose was steaming, and he spat out spring water: "He is the son I like so much for the first time. He said he would redeem me for me. Why doesn't Auntie allow it? Other brothels are fine, why not Auntie! His concubine is like spending her whole life in this place where there is no day and night! The barbarian has broken the border! Anlu Mountain has become the king, she thinks that choosing such a dark place is good for us? Linger, let me tell you You, this is a cell, this is a cell!"

The fingers were clenched tightly, and the soreness hit her. Tang Ling'er breathed out to persuade her, but when she opened her mouth, it was another person's voice, "Qing'er, stop making trouble, be careful and go in again." Qingbo didn't know why into the house.

"I'm making trouble? You are making trouble! You look like a human being with clothes on? Just pretend you're still alive!" The teacup fell to the ground with a bang, Qing'er's feet were blown by the wind, and the two of them went downstairs without looking back.

Tang Ling'er loosened his wrist and was chasing towards the door, but was caught by Qingbo, biting the tip of his tongue with his fangs and it hurt again.

"She's getting angry right now, don't go, I'll go, just now a guest wants to order you, but Auntie can't persuade you, you go and have a look."

"Then go quickly." Tang Ling'er lowered his head and ran to the window to see that Qing'er had already left the Shuxiang Pavilion and Qingbo was still standing behind. ah."

"At this time, I saw that you were nervous. I'm going. You pack yourself up before going downstairs." After speaking, he stepped on the wooden ladder and went downstairs.

Picking a silver colored half-sleeve dress from the dressing room, Tang Ling'er didn't look at the large piece of light gauze satin exposed under the neck that her sister had given her, and was still focused on the few words Qing'er said.When I was changing clothes behind the screen, I saw that my waist had collapsed, revealing the white flesh around my legs.

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