don't be vulgar for me

The woody sandalwood scented a few flowers of white air from the mouth of the milk foot stove, Tang Ling'er waved his hand and took a small breath of the tea fragrance, the stale air in his lungs dissipated a bit, and smiled while listening to Ruan Niang's nagging Seeing the sudden raindrops.

"No one can care about you!" Ruan Niang poked hard between the eyebrows, Tang Ling'er heard the ugly beard sleeping soundly on the ground, turned his feet over and lifted the corner of his clothes to cover his mouth.On the couch inside the door, Qingbo fell asleep with her eyes closed.

"Aniang's medicines are heavy recently, and Qingbo has been asleep for so long." Tang Ling'er held a Tao Xun in his hand, and Tang Ling'er put his little finger into it to feel the silky lubricity, which was steamed when she just blown air .

Ah Heng was recruited to the second floor, and the five and three rough men took some effort to carry the person who fell asleep on the ground into the house. Ruan Niang helped, "I will tell you later, Ah Heng, you go down first." Come on, keep watch over those two drunks." The door was closed, and then she crackled and covered her face: "Don't use it when you don't have to, how many times have I told you this sentence? Last time you also used drugs indiscriminately, To attract outsiders to talk nonsense, if it weren't for the sky high and the earth far away, we would be accused of being a den of thieves!"

"No, as long as you have it, wouldn't it be fine?" Picking up the teacup on the table and taking a sip, Tang Ling'er frowned slightly: "It's faded."

While speaking, she reached into the Xun with her little finger, picked out a small white mud-like thing with the tip of her nails, and put her hand into the cup, the clear water produced circles of ripples.

"Don't feed him that, just untie his clothes. I don't think he's dressed like an ordinary Shang Hu." Seeing that Qingbo's complexion gradually turned a little bloody, Ruan Niang walked up to the Hu man and stretched out her hand. his waist.Tang Ling'er found out her every move, and was about to unbutton her clothes as well, pretending to spend the night with this man.There was an unfamiliar sound of paper rubbing in my ears.

Ruan Niang was slowly grabbing the man's hand away, a piece of paper was covered near the heart in the inner clothing room, the paper was neat, but the handwriting was illegible, Tang Ling'er quickly approached, but only knew a few words, Shi Chaoyi personally said, "What's written on it, Ma'am?"

The tight corners of the eyes formed deeper wrinkles, and a gust of cold wind blew at the door. Before rushing into the rain, Ruan Niang did not forget to turn her head to make arrangements: "When Qingbo wakes up, ask her to accompany her, and you don't show up."

Waking up in the morning, the sky was dark and his back was hard, Tang Ling'er remembered that he was pushed by Qingbo to this dark place last night.I can't push it away with my hands, there is a rustling sound, I even tighten my breath, don't get trapped in Qingbo.

Every month, Ruan Niang would give the woman in Shuxiang Pavilion a small dose of potion smaller than the palm of a child, saying that it was mixed with mandala from the Western Regions, and if it was less, it would fascinate the soul and forget the sun, but if it was more, it would enchant the mind. hour.Tang Ling'er knew that she couldn't eat too much, but she still soaked it in tea every day, so that in her nightmares, she wouldn't fall into a thousand people's pit endlessly, and wouldn't feel that there were countless pairs of rotten corpses killing her. Drag down the abyss.

It's not good or bad, but for the people in this Shuxiang Pavilion, it's just a good medicine to deceive the world.The only downside is that her memory is getting worse and worse, so she speeded up her fingers to write, and Tang Ling'er repeatedly reviewed the words memorized last night.

The noise increased, and Qingbo Wu Nong's soft voice whispered: "Did you wake up?" He heard the man mumbling a few more words, and the bed was knocked lightly three times. Two eyes were exposed, and slowly drilled out.Another advantage of this medicine from the Western Regions is that it can keep the man from lifting in the morning, so as not to make him have any unreasonable thoughts about Qingbo.

The sun was rising, and the building gradually became bustling. Tang Ling'er bent his wrist, looked at her handwriting all over the paper, stroked it with one hand and whispered: "He, he should know..."

"Ling'er." The door was pushed open suddenly, and Qing'er rushed in, seeing her smiling at a piece of paper on the table, her tone was light and happy, and she quickly walked up to her and took a look: "This is Didn't Young Master Liu give it to me?"

"Where is it, give it back to me, are they gone?"

"Seeing how anxious you are, I don't think Mr. Liu gave it to me. He knows that I can't read. Let's go, those two barbarians had a lot of trouble yesterday, Cui'er and Qin'er couldn't stand it. "Qing'er sat down and poured a glass of water for herself with her hands on her face, her hands stopped in the air, and then she put down and poured the tea out of the cup, the water gurgled like a waterfall.

Tang Ling'er took back the note and put it on her waist, teasing her: "Go, they will come here in a hurry."

"I'm not going. My heart belongs to Mr. Liu, and my body belongs to Mr. Liu." Qing'er looked awe-inspiring, without the charming smile she usually sees under the red candle, and her eyes met. Tang Ling'er saw the watercolor flowing in her eyes, and couldn't help Feel a little envious.

"Oh, I'm going to confuse you. Tell me about yesterday's scene. You entered Baiju Temple, did you find Mr. Liu? How is he, okay? You give him the things, he , What did he say?" Qing'er murmured incoherently, Tang Ling'er felt his heart flutter when he heard about that person, but he didn't blush and his heart didn't beat—he answered as she thought.

The peddler outside the window sings loudly, the bird at the window sings slowly, the sisters of Shuxiangyuan all sing loudly and play music, looking out at the green mountains, white clouds and cherry sea, Tang Ling'er listens carefully to everything about Qing'er and Young Master Liu, laughing and laughing while listening. Looking at the shoes he was wearing under his feet, he couldn't help but ask after a while: "Do you know that there is a monk named Qusi in Baiju Temple?"

Tang Ling'er just heard her giggle, and her eyelashes also curled up. Guess she knows something, and let her make fun of herself, "Where do you remember what A Niang said every day? Once you enter the monk temple, you will never forget it." It's gone, tell me quickly, what's going on? Want to go to chant Buddhist scriptures and become a nun with someone?"

After two more twists and turns, Tang Ling'er just smiled and refused to answer directly, the person in front of him had to give up, and began to cough seriously, "I only pay attention to people at this time, it's too late!"

"Why is it late?" The little feet were put away in the chair in an instant, and Tang Linger's brows showed some worry.

It is not common for her to be so caring, Qing'er suddenly thought of teasing her, and said plainly: "It is said that he is the son of an official family. Green waters and green mountains to take care of his body, his long hair was also removed because of his illness. So...you can't form a pair with others."

Qing'er pouted and didn't laugh out loud, watching her ask seriously, "Why not? And he doesn't look weak either."

"The place that can be seen is not weak, but the place that cannot be seen is weak, what should I do?" Covering her mouth and looking down, Ling'er suddenly regained her senses, pouted and smothered a soft smile: "You have a brain! Why are you so dirty."

"Where is the dirty? You like him, this is a very normal thing, not liking it is."

Looking out the window at the bright sky, Qing'er felt that it was almost time for lunch, seeing Ling'er staring at the mouth of the teacup thoughtfully, slid his fingertips around, and sighed slightly: "I don't know This monk is thinking about the origin of the monk, but he probably knows that he has been here since the beginning of Shuxiang Pavilion. There are very few people in Tai'an town who know him, and he doesn't go out to buy him often. The farmer brought them some, you thought you were the only one greedy, the sisters in the courtyard asked one by one and asked one by one to find out his name."

"What is gluttony? Who else? Who found out his name?" Stumbling and stumbling, Tang Ling'er looked at the pair of embroidered shoes that An Qinsi gave her, and thought to himself: These don't look like the old ones either. yes.

"Don't read it too, I heard people say that Aunt intends to marry you off to save you when you are old. Monk? Impossible." Qing'er stretched her back lazily, watching her follow him to get up, Eyelids lifted up feebly, looking rather pitiful.Just as she was about to say a few words of comfort, in the blink of an eye, she saw her eyebrows slanted, her lips became brighter red, she licked her lips and said obediently: "Monk? I'll let him return to vulgarity."

During the meal, the two sat together to reach a line, I will help you marry Young Master Liu, and you help me get Monk Qusi to return to vulgarity for me, Qingbo, Xiaoqin, Tweety and others are not allowed to speak out until the matter is completed .

Resting in the afternoon, the thin mat is cool, the beauty is curled up on the couch, the beauty is beautiful and beautiful, the headrest is condensed, the new side is sleeping, and the feeling is not coming, Tang Linger is wrapped in a light fan smock, what should be exposed will be exposed, what should not be, exquisite The weavers all used light yellow embroidered shapes to cover them, tossing and turning, refusing to close their eyes, and looking out of the window from time to time.

And outside the window of the pavilion, as far as the eye can see, there is a seemingly small temple that is beating out bursts of bells and drums that are not annoying with the petals of cherry powder and falling leaves.Usually he didn't pay attention to it, and didn't understand it, but now, Tang Ling'er listened to it as if there were thousands of strings being plucked randomly, and the owner of the strings was not far away, and he refused to appear for a long time.

Quietly pushed open the crack of the door and looked around. There was no sound in the courtyard, only the sound of two brothers Ah Heng and Ah Hong snoring each other could be heard from the door. At the place, when Tang Ling'er figured out the route in the mountains, he finally came to the person he was waiting for.

Qing'er wears a red silk skirt on the inside and a pure white gauze on the outside, so it is red and tender inside.Looking at her most common half-sleeved dress with lotus root powder, Tang Ling'er was quite resentful: "You are trying to sabotage my scheme, and Qin Si can only look at me as a woman."