The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

In front of him, the young Lang has a beautiful face and a tall and straight figure. He wears a pale blue robe and a white jade belt around his waist. There is a faint smile on the corners of his eyes and lips. Even if he stands still, he is a romantic, I am afraid that besides the countless bustards, It is difficult to find the identity of her daughter's family at a glance.

The bustard was a pity and angry: a woman dressed up as a man looks better than most of the graceful benefactors who come to Huachuan, this is not a heartbreak.

Just **** your heart. Don’t leave as soon as you’ve asked, and still think about drinking tea with the top brand. What kind of porcelain work can you do without a diamond?

Bustard whispered quietly, and then Xiangpa shook his mouth: "It's a coincidence, today our girl Yingying has a distinguished guest."

Having said that, the bustard stroked the silk flower on the sideburns proudly.

The Yanchun class is indeed not big, the painting boats are not as spacious and gorgeous as the top painting boats of Jinshuihe, and the Huaniang is not as beautiful as others, so the people who come to the Yanchun class for pastimes are usually not high-level guests.

But today is a bit unusual. Not only did such a weird little lady come here, there was also a young lady before this little lady who called to see the top brand Yingying. Not only are they handsome, they are also generous in their shots, and they have an extraordinary background. Yingying relies on being the pillar of the Yanchun class and loves to take Joe on weekdays. Tonight, she glanced upstairs and greeted him.

Speaking of which, when Bustard had previously discovered the identity of a Jiang-like woman, the first suspicion was rushing to this young man.

As for the old guys with big bellies or the sour scholars who can read a few crooked poems, the mother-in-law at home is so concerned after eating.

Jiang Si frowned at the bustard.

It is normal for the top card on the flower boat to have guests, and she really can't accuse the bustard of perfunctory her.

But it's all here, it's really unwilling not to look at that card.

Jiang Si was not without doubts about Yanchun's top card.

Since the person who murdered the eldest sister redeemed Yu'er, and Yu'er was the girl who served the top card in Yanchun's class, I knew that there was no trickiness between that person and the top card.

Could it be said that Zhu Ziyu and Yanchun's top cards have the beginning and the end, and they should redeem the top girl and send them to the elder sister first, so as to frame the eldest sister to make room for the top card?

Jiang Si secretly shook his head.

If Zhu Ziyu really had this plan, it would be better for Er Niu to have a brain.

No matter what, Yanchun's top player Huaniang still wants to meet.

"My son, go back earlier." The bustard persuaded with a smile.

Jiang Si's frowning eyebrows slowly unfolded, and he smiled slightly at the bustard: "Since I have no chance to see Miss Yingying today, I will come back tomorrow night."

Bustard shook her face, she lost a lot of thick powder, and said with a strong smile: "There will be an appointment with Miss Yingying tomorrow night..."

Jiang Si leaned against the railing and smiled faintly: "Then the day after tomorrow will be fine, I am very free."

The bustard whispered secretly and shook his veil: "The slave family will send the son off the ship."

It is still early, most of the flower boats are still docked on the shore waiting for the guests to board the boat. The hull swayed slightly, and the light and shadow cast by the red lanterns on the colored poles on the water surface also swayed. Countless pieces of gold gathered and scattered, making the calm water surface mysterious and unpredictable, and it also had the charm that belongs to Jinshui River.

Jiang seemed to know that there would be nothing to gain by staying, so he nodded slightly and walked out with the bustard.

The bustard breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Finally sent this grandma away.

The two went one behind the other, and Old Qin walked at the back, just about to walk to the wooden ladder closest to the door. At this moment, a slight footstep sounded on the wooden ladder.

Jiang Si looked up subconsciously.

Not as bright as the bright lights in the hall, the wooden ladder is slightly darker, half of the person's face is hidden in the dark, and the outline can only be barely seen.

But Jiang Si was stunned after only one glance.

The person walking steadily down the wooden ladder is actually Yu Qi!

Why is he here?

It was just a flash of God's work, and there was only a few steps between the two.

Jiang Xi's conditioned reflex lowered his head and quickened his pace.

The bustard's voice sounded at the right time, enthusiastic and cheerful: "Oh, why did the son leave now, but we Yingying didn't serve you well?"

Yingying?

Jiang seemed unable to walk anymore, raising his eyes and scanning over.

At the railing on the second floor, a woman in red faintly stared at Yu Jin's back, full of dismay.

The woman is about ten years old, wearing a loose pony bun, and a chest-length skirt that hangs down to her ankles. The pair of slender bare feet is reflected by the large snow white on her chest.

Jiang Si has good eyesight and can even see the woman's toenails painted bright red.

Compared to this dress up figure, that face looks a little lackluster. Of course it's beautiful, but it's just ordinary beauty.

At least from Jiang Si's point of view, Yingying, the leader of Yanchun's class, looks much inferior to her eldest sister.

Regardless of their temperaments, the Jiang family’s girls never lose in their appearance.

Of course, Jiang seemed not to conclude that Zhu Ziyu and Yingying were innocent based on their appearance. After all, she is not ugly, Ji Chongyi still dismissed it, thinking about a Xiaojiabiyu.

In a blink of an eye, the young man on the stairs had already walked down, and the pair of bright black eyes looked at Jiang Si over the bustard who was shaking his chest.

Although Jiang seemed to be dressed up as a men's clothing, and cleverly modified the facial features and skin color, but when the cold eyes that seemed to be able to see everything came over, she didn't have a guilty conscience for a while, and the ghosts and gods pulled the bustard into her arms.

Huan'er was stunned, Yu Jin was stunned, in fact Jiang Si was also stunned.

Fortunately, she was thick-skinned and quick enough to react. She followed the usual way of men visiting brothels. She clasped bustard's shoulders with one hand and pinched bustard's waist with the other, and said with a thick voice, "I just It’s rare for my mother to be like this. Why don’t you talk to my mother, let’s go to the old place."

The corners of the bustard's mouth twitched.

old place? What the **** is this little girl doing?

"Let's go." Jiang Si increased his strength and pushed the bustard secretly.

The bustard's instinct was wrong, and it seemed that the stack of silver bills was not broken.

How about going to the old place, can a weak woman on the other side still be strong against her?

Jiang Si half hugged Bustard, and walked in with a melancholy inquiring gaze. Bustard looked back and smiled: "Sorry, my son, there are guests here in the slave house. You will definitely greet you when you come to the slave house next time. ..."

"Wait." Yu Jin cried out and strode over.

Bustard cast a wink: "If the son has no other arrangements, let Yingying accompany you well, you see, the slave family really can't be cloned——"

Yu Jin stretched out his hand to pull the bustard out of Jiang Si's arms, and put one hand on Jiang Si's shoulder.

"Hey, how do you say it, it's not worth fighting for the two sons of the slave family." Huan'er smiled and ended the battle.

The young boy's eyes were dark, he gave Jiang Si a deep look with a certain dangerous meaning, turned and left.

He actually found A Si here, this is really unexpected!

Don't be angry, don't be angry, wait until you understand.

Prince Yu Qiqi silently persuaded himself for a while before he came back.