don't be vulgar for me

"The benefactor doesn't need to know." An Qinsi turned around and swung the old cassock in a circle, and a pair of shoes that were slightly smaller than ordinary men caught Tang Ling'er's attention again.

With two shiny fingers covered in the palm of his hand, Tang Ling'er pinched a little bit of flesh, pulled out a smile, looked over the fine eyebrows of the man in front of him, and poked at the top of his head: "Of course you don't need to know, there must be a pair of women's shoes in the monk's temple." It's mine."

"Quisi, you also call me a benefactor. It's strange for you to say it. When I saw you, I felt similar to you. You seemed like an old friend. Old friend..." A pair of white branch legs were crossed and covered, and the belly was covered. A whirlpool came.

"By the way, this benefactor, the name of the benefactor is actually divided, isn't it?" The willow eyebrows showed some joy, Tang Ling'er stepped forward and hooked his half-wet plain flower shoes upside down on the slightly bent fingertips of An Quin Si Hearing that his breathing was not moving, but the blowing on her neck was cool, she raised her eyes and looked at each other and added: "If you don't want to, since you are a benefactor, can the monks help you?"

It was so close that Tang Ling'er could hear the sound in his heart, and guessed that he was not like an ordinary man who would not touch himself.The smile became bolder and almost spilled out of her mouth, and she held it back. Seeing An Qinsi's hands behind his back, his two shoes were crumbling, and his shadow shrunk into two tiny balls. He seemed to be a man who was scorching hot and kept silent all day long. , She rarely saw her, and she almost couldn't hold back her eagerness.However, he was slightly moved away from the side, his eyebrows were soft, and his voice floated in the harp, and he said calmly and calmly: "Then don't care about the name of Buddhism, but, Ling'er, you haven't given me your name yet."

Her temples were jumping protrudingly, Tang Linger's watery eyes were full of black and bright puzzlement, she stared blankly at An Qinsi, and was stopped by another voice just as she opened her mouth:

"Senior brother! Why did you let this kind of person into the house!" Long hooded body, as thin and strong as An Qinsi, looks about the same height as her at eleven or twelve years old, with thin eyebrows and round eyes Don't give Tang Ling'er a good look.

Taking a few steps back, Tang Ling'er saw that the children's spiel in front of her was nothing but the words of the big ladies on the street, and the cold touch of the bottom of her hand holding the teacup still made her heart unable to stop.

The child said: "Brother, she is from Shuxiang Pavilion, don't you know where it is?"

"Songs, songs, swallows and dances every night, regardless of the purity of Buddhism, come to our place, disturbing a man's ambition every day, isn't this deceiving people's hearts?!"

"And her, don't you know what everyone is calling her secretly?! What are they calling those women!"

He talked so lively, Tang Ling'er looked up at An Qinsi, but saw that he was listening very seriously... The hand holding the lid of the cup trembled, and a lump of unknown name popped out of his chest, thinking about it The time grew more and more, and the little monk's words were no longer vivid in his memory, replaced by An Quisi's calm glance.

Just as he raised his hand to throw something to break the noise, his wrist was suddenly pinned down. He raised his eyes and An Siqin stood up, and said two words with a little anger to the chattering mouth: "Yi Xuan..."

The mouth was closed, and the frown deepened, Tang Ling'er didn't pay attention, and only listened to An Qinsi's eyes looking straight at the young monk and said: "Ling'er is a friend of senior brother, don't be rude."

The corners of her lips were sore, and Tang Ling'er realized that she had just clenched her teeth, and slowly smiled and raised her head towards the monk. Her hair was warm and glowing, and the soles of her feet felt warm.

The little monk tapped the ground a few times with his two corners of the drum, and was stopped before flying out the door, "Calm down a bit, and I will take Linger to Young Master Liu later."

Yi Xuan's mouth was full of anger, and he turned into a meaty mouth. He glanced at Tang Ling'er who was smiling resentfully, and without looking back, he turned right and then disappeared with the sound of footsteps.

The shoulders loosened, and as soon as Tang Ling'er came alive, he saw An Siqin's quilted hands were still covering his wrists. The sleeves were already thin and silky, and he instantly felt the texture and thickness of his palms, and the calluses were heavy. It's not like what should be grown on people who are pure in Buddhism. The furniture is simple but expensive, and there are women's shoes on the dresser.What kind of character is this... Tang Ling'er couldn't help thinking about it, and thought that in the current situation where the people are struggling to live, whoever wants to be safe, maybe a fake monk is fine.

After a careful look, the skin is fair and the neck is slender and handsome, but Tang Ling'er has never seen other monks. Looking back, the young monk didn't have a collar around his neck, but he wore a collar... Maybe it was Because there is no hair, a head, eyes, ears, mouth and nose are more prominent when you really look at it.As he was looking carefully, he suddenly saw those lips parted and said, "The tea brewed with it will last the longest."

An Qinsi put the teacup in her hand a little away from her, not paying attention to the darkening of her eyes.The jade fat arm inside the silk gradually moved to the side, An Qinsi touched the cup for a long time before she heard her ask: "How did you know that I was coming to find Mr. Liu."

After pouring a glass of water for her, An Qinsi said, "I heard Mr. Liu said that a woman would come to look for him." This time, his eyes lingered on her face for a little longer.

"I'm not here to look for him, I'm just here to give a token of love." While talking, he took out the silver hairpin pinned to his waist and showed it to An Qinsi.The jade bead on the head of the hairpin swayed lightly, Tang Ling'er looked into An Siqin's eyes through it, and suddenly felt that the jade beads were not as pale as his eyes were bright and clean.Looking sideways behind him, her shoes are no longer in his hands.

"It's poverty, and I don't understand it. It's not necessarily the best for myself and others."

"It's true..." Tang Ling'er pinched the bead and turned it around, and lightly turned to the boundary of An Yusi in front of the table: "You can help Qing'er give it to him, anyway, it's all fake hands, and I don't mind more. one person."

Tang Ling'er wrapped her fingers with a green silk sash several times. While walking, she turned around to look at An Qinsi standing under the cherry blossom tree, and the sunset came very quickly.Looking back again, he saw an old man standing beside him, with a long shoulder and beard standing with him.After stepping out of the threshold of Baiju Temple, looking back, the man had disappeared.The yellow and withered leaves were scattered under the feet, and the wind blew through the soles of the feet, and they were all scattered to one side. Tang Ling'er pulled up the hem of the skirt, and when he looked at the shoes between the bottoms, his lips curved.

The colorful clouds hang in the sky, the bells and drums of the ancient temple behind him are full of sounds, and you can see the brightly lit place on the stone road, singing and dancing by the hills.Tang Ling'er thought that Qing'er had already returned to Shuxiang Pavilion, so he hurried back as well, but his eyes lingered for a long time along the way. I don't know if there are too many new things about the delicious food on both sides, or...

Arrived at the last moment, stepping on the pace of Youshi, but the door was empty, except for three black-bodied and white-hoofed horses bent their necks to eat the grass between the rocks, howling from time to time.Pleasant noises came from inside the door, and told the waiter in the shop that there were some black-skinned curly-haired bearded men, but the man in foreign clothes had entered an hour ago.

Tang Ling'er heard that from crossing the front door, taking four zhang steps, turning to the foot of the mountain, and reaching a grassy field, he lightly pushed the small wooden door to see if there was something blocking it, and when he pushed it again, the door had already opened consciously. The night was dark and slippery, she was suddenly pulled a step, she was slightly startled, she raised her eyes to see Qingbo holding her lips, whispering in her ear: "Don't go out these few days, there are some fools here People, our family is not good at speaking. A Niang has already asked Tweety and the others to serve."

"What about Qing'er?" Tang Ling'er looked sideways at the hall. There were red-faced big men, one in the east, one in the south, and one taller than the two big men guarding the house in front of the door. Sitting down, they became a mountain.

"She's back." Qingbo replied vaguely, while letting her step onto the stone platform first.

Tang Ling'er was light in stature, walked back and forth along the stone wall and turned over the bamboo railing to see that Qingbo was walking along the path she had stepped on, her plump body was staggering along the two-inch wide road, I really believed Yang Guifei's evil .Just one step away, Lian stretched out his hand to pick her up, and suddenly a strange voice with a heavy bass sounded in his ears: "Hey, beauty of Tang Dynasty, upstairs."

Hastily stretched out his hand to lead Qingbo over, the barbarian on the ground shouted drunk again: "There is one more, brothers, you, one for each of you!" Then he bowed his head and followed the corridor.

After struggling to climb over the bamboo railing, Qingbo took a quick breath: "Ling, Linger, you go hide, he only saw me."

"No! You hide with me, I've seen this kind of guests a lot, let's go, let's go together." Holding Qingbo by the waist, the soles of his feet were like iron, and the barbarian turned left and right, kicking away from the stairs. Bonsai, bang bang bang up the stairs.

Qingbo calmed down, her round face shrunk into a ball, and said impatiently: "You have never seen these barbarians, you can kill them if you want to, are you really willing to leave Shuxiang Pavilion tomorrow morning? Don't Say, you hide in the dark box inside the bed for the time being." The two windows on the side of her side were opened wide, and Qingbo turned around to cover her firmly behind her.When the smell of horse urine on the Hu man became stronger, he heard the sound of the window opening and closing behind him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingbo took the initiative to meet her, and called out in a charming and charming manner: "Why did the guest come here? This is the boudoir where our daughter married. According to the rules of the Central Plains, men are not allowed to look at it." She put her soft hands on the man's black shoulder straps tied into ropes Laughing and pulling down.

Hu Ren's heart softened when he heard this, Wang Meiren became a double image, and muttered: "There are two people just now, you have to pay my brother, but you are mine now." He raised his chin and was about to confront The mouth and legs were light, and the behemoth fell with a crash.

Qingbo loosened her eyelids in a daze, and leaned into someone's arms.