don't be vulgar for me

The mist was blowing from the mountain, and the sound of the boy next door calling out to passers-by to sell wine was heard from the window before dawn. They were also wine sellers. Tang Ling'er couldn't understand why they were always ridiculed by the world. Where in Tai'an Town? A peddler is also a full-fledged seller, claiming that the meat is short of jins and ounces, the wine is mixed with water, the stitches of the shoes are messy, and the clothes are all bad materials. The sky is getting thicker, and even the river water can smell the bad smell. .

Shuxiang Pavilion is not a real brothel. Although it is said to be selling dog meat, Tweety and Qin'er are good sisters who sacrificed themselves to protect them.Tang Ling'er didn't care where she was, but now that she was disgusted by others because of this, she finally understood what Qing'er said when she stood far outside Baiju Temple that day.

"Just call him, don't dislike me..." Tang Ling'er repeated one sentence after another.Sitting in the courtyard, looking up at the mountain mist, exhaling lightly, closing her eyes and running to the dark room, Qing'er explained to her word by word what is impossible.

It can't be that...he grew up in a monk's temple, and you grew up in a brothel. Buddhism and love can never blend together.To go deeper, if it is known that he married a prostitute, you can ignore it, but can you really bear him to suffer those rumors?

He let out a breath, swayed into a white ball in the air, and then disappeared.Tang Ling'er smiled wryly, thinking that Qing'er was talking about shackles, and if she told her that An Qinsi was a barbarian and was 11 years older than her, Qing'er's thinking would be a heavier burden.

"Impossible is possible with me, huh." Humming softly, Tang Linger shivered, the pink skirt was reclining on the stone, she pulled back, her eyes caught sight of the thin mask she was wearing The light white embroidered shoes, I forgot to blink in a daze, I pouted and frowned when I heard the sound from upstairs, I took them off and threw them into the small haystack by the back door.

"Hey, it's crazy to wake up in the morning, you don't want such beautiful shoes?" Ruan Niang walked down the stairs in a dark green dress.

Tang Ling'er didn't respond when she heard the words, she twisted her hips and hugged the knee pillow to the other side.

The door creaked and pushed open, only to hear Ruan Niang: "Hey, Cui'er, be careful, you stepped on someone's unwanted shoe!" Tang Ling'er's eyes twitched, and she stood up, a pair of jade-white bare feet swaying on the gravel road. Pained, gritted his teeth and ran to the door, and saw that the toe of the pair of shoes was stained with black and gray marks, and he couldn't clean it with his hands, his eyes looked like he was about to cry.

As the name suggests, Tweety is dressed in a green dress, and the black hair is wrapped with a willow-like scarf. Her hair is thick and looks bigger than her face, which is very weird. Pull up your fingers and put the corner of the clothes away from Tang Linger, making you laugh. As if calling out to the air: "Isn't this a shoe you don't want? Ling'er, don't be so precious, take it and throw it away, and don't wear dirty shoes and lose our Shuxiang Pavilion's face."

"I don't want it." Tang Ling'er said as she put on the clothes and went home, without looking back, she ran upstairs.

"This child... Tweety, don't be surprised. I've been with her for so long and I'm not used to it." Ruan Niang narrowed her eyes and smiled, seeing that Tweety's back was not the one she wore yesterday, she knew that she had brought a guest again. Go out, ask her to sit down, pour a cup of tea for her and say with a smile: "Tui'er, the guests who come to our Shuxiang Pavilion are not troublemakers now, and if there are troublemakers, there will be Ah Heng Ada and the others guarding them. What a big deal. You have worked hard day and night this year, and you need to recuperate."

Patted Tweety's hand, seeing fine lines appearing in her eyes, she still smiled and said: "You are not much younger than me, logically speaking, calling me Sister Sheng is enough to save face, but At the beginning, I wanted to be of the same generation as these juniors, and I was given face..."

"So, right now, is Aunt planning to let me retreat behind the curtain?" Tweety smiled more and more alluringly without haste.

"It can't be counted. I just feel that you must be overworked by staying up lately and going out at night. Besides, Shuxiang Pavilion doesn't need you to work so hard now." Ruan Niang still smiled and watched the spring breeze warm. Stepping into the Linger room upstairs, the two couldn't help but glanced at each other. When they looked at each other, they felt that their youth was fleeting.

"Yeah, I'm going to reserve a place for future generations. Shuxiang Pavilion doesn't need me anymore." Cui'er was bathed in the sun on her back, squinting at the "birds" like Yingge'er, all dressed in emerald green. It fluttered a little in the light tiles of the bamboo house.

"Tweety, I don't think so, don't overthink it."

"I know, A Niang, I know it all, don't worry, I know." Consoling Ruan Niang who suddenly shrunk her brows beside her, Cui'er said indifferently, hearing the noise of the group of Yinggeers getting louder and louder, Thinking about the tiredness, he pretended to smile: "Tweety is tired, after, after, let's rest." Not paying attention to the worried appearance of others, she strutted her body and went back to her own room opposite.

The sun peeled off the mountain mist, opened the cloud sleeves, sprinkled pieces of sunshine, and entered Tang Ling'er's room on the deep wooden floor. The hydrangea flowers on the railing were red and white, and the fine hairs on the stems were covered with clear light. Hearing the three of them laughing and arguing, two petals suddenly trembled and fell off.

Tang Ling'er and the ugly men they chatted with each other, who said that the face was oily but the heart was simple and honest, and the man who said the man was full of money but the inside was flamboyant, the men who looked weird, behaved domineeringly and disregarded others became their playthings at the moment.Qingbo pretended to imitate the posture of one of the men, lying on the bed with her plump body, her feet raised high, shaking her drunken face, and said loudly: "Sisters, sing the song. Sisters, drink the wine!" Take it up. Sisters, take up the dance, I will write poetry, and you drink to cheer up!"

"Why are you turning your feet up so high, I'll see your panties." Tang Ling'er covered her mouth in joy, and put down the bed curtain to cover her.

"Zheyan, isn't this just for people to see?" Qing'er hastily pretended to put it back, but it caused Qingbo to straighten up and chase after her, and the laughing and laughing in the room made the drunk butterfly jealous , Chengfeng dropped two more pieces.

Tang Ling'er dawdled in front of the translucent screen for a while, and found that he could still see it, so he got out and leaned against the window, his extremely light eyes were dotted with two petals of cherry blossoms.

I have never seen such a tall cherry tree, but it just grew by the side of that person's house, and there is a little more dejected feeling in the eyes.

"Hey, I just hit someone who missed someone, are you thinking about it again?" Qing'er ran up to her panting.

"Ling'er thinks, want to sleep, who is it?" After speaking quickly, Qingbo stopped to see that they were all crowded in front of the window and couldn't get in.

Qing'er turned her head to look at Ling'er's gentle side face, the corners of her eyes gleamed brightly, knowing that she hadn't put it down, she took up Qing'er and walked outside while smiling: "I want, I want to sleep with you!"

"Sleep with me?" Hong Pupu's face became fussy and steamed, Qingbo slightly bent her body and looked back at Ling'er, still watching from the window, unable to break Qing'er's grip on her hand, so she let her make jokes own up.

Holding on to the window rail, Tang Ling'er moved her feet to realize that it was dead, so she pushed herself back, and sat on tiptoe at the window facing the street on the opposite side of the room. What kind of shop is on the left.

The wooden board was stuck in the threshold, thinking about the wooden door strips the size of one and a half palms, and the distance of the palm of my own hand, I followed my eyes, and the scene appeared, wine shop, inn, tussah silk shop, pork shop, medicine shop...

Hair scattered in the air, blocking the line of sight, Tang Ling'er's softened back instantly straightened, the curve fit the wooden railing beautifully, and his eyes flickered towards the pharmacy, but the eaves of the shop were extremely deep, blocking the light from the ceiling humanoid.

Fortunately, the man came out soon, with a bamboo basket on his back. Looking from a distance, it was only the size of Tang Linger's little finger. She looked at it unscrupulously, and didn't hear a few rascals below howling. call her.

The sun was scorching, and his temples began to ache again. Looking intently at the man in front of the pharmacy, Tang Ling'er vaguely remembered that he used to hide here when he was young and watched the same monk-like figure wandering back and forth in Tai'an on the road.

"It's all because of the medicine from the Western Regions that Auntie gave..." Unknowingly, he grabbed the plain handkerchief with a white edge of pink silk in his hand, and said something to the disappearing figure.

"Beauties don't wear flowers, flowers are not as beautiful as you." The voice in the bottom rose, Tang Ling'er slender eyebrows, nose tip, and annoyed the people below.Looking back again, I saw that person turned around, his body seemed to be carved on the stone floor, his eyes were shining and he was looking at her.Tang Ling'er was startled slightly, moved away, wavered in thought, and was not sure at first that he was seeing him, but he couldn't break free like the stringed kite. When he raised his eyelids, his jade wrists unconsciously softened, girl The towel flew out of her palm, and Tang Ling'er was eager to reach for it, and the shouts from below were louder and louder: "I want a beauty's towel." "Why do you want it, I want it." Three or four The big men jumped on their toes to compete.

Out of anger, Tang Ling'er raised the corners of her lips, raised her eyes and looked at the motionless An Jinsi, no matter how much he couldn't see himself, he could still hear the movement, so he should know, look down on her It was his fault.

The spring breeze is not as charming as the beauty's smile, Tang Ling'er knew the use of this skin long ago, she opened her round eyes and remained motionless, the mountain fog seemed to rush towards her, her pupils were sour, and when she blinked again, the man had disappeared.

Hesitating, turning around, looking back, but a male voice came from below: "Miss Ling'er's silk scarf should not be allowed to be thrown away by you dog slaves."

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