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From time to time he looked out the dark window.
He has been sitting here for a whole hour, but the bandit leader has not appeared yet
When I was anxious, someone finally pushed the door open.
The girl wears a gauze skirt, her collarbone is like jade, and she holds a thin pipe on her fingertips.
She raised her red lips and blew out smoke rings at him ambiguously: "Mr. Shen, you're fine."
Shen Yichao's face was slightly stern.
This woman is
He said in a deep voice: "Are you the oiran of Yulouchun? Were you also arrested and taken to the mountain?"
Han Yanliang¡¯s smoking movement stagnated slightly.
She glared at Shen Yichao with disgust, "Yuluchun is a place for singing, not flower streets and willow lanes. I am not an oiran, I am the king of this village!"
Shen Yichao fell silent.
It turns out that among the bandits on the Tea Horse Road, there is a female queen
He frowned and stared at Han Yanliang fearfully, shrinking back as she approached.
Until there was no way to retreat, the whole back was pressed against the wall.
He put his hands in his sleeves and remained aloof and arrogant, "What do you want to do to me?"
He has not forgotten that in the early spring of the first day of the lunar month, he caught a glimpse of the woman in the singing tower, her red lips slightly parted, she smiled charmingly and called him over to play.
This woman must be attracted to him.
Han Yanliang leaned down in front of him.
She blinked her watery eyes and slowly approached him, her red lips close at hand.
Shen Yichao slowly clenched his hands in his sleeves.
This woman has a very special smell of tobacco, mixed with a bit of blood. It¡¯s not a good smell, but it¡¯s definitely like a poppy flower, which is fatally attractive to men.
His eyes fell on her red lips.
Do you want to accept it?
¡°I don¡¯t know if a woman who comes to my door like this can do it cleanly
He hesitated for a long time, feeling anxious and unbearable. He was about to kiss her, but was deliberately avoided by Han Yanliang.
She tilted her head slightly, and the corner of her bright red lips just brushed his lips.
She chuckled inexplicably.
With her slender hands, she casually picked up the scissors on the window sill behind him. She turned around and walked towards the bronze fish lantern, leaving only Shen Yichao's charming back.
Shen Yichao gritted his teeth.
This woman is deliberately teasing him!
He closed his eyes, his blood surged, and he could not sit still.
Han Yanliang lazily cut off the overly long wick, and said in a sarcastic voice: "The Shen family in Chang'an is a famous family in Dayong. Mr. Shen Xiaolang is a famous second-grade son, why can't he sit still? I don't know, I thought. You have a sore on your butt.¡±
Sores on buttocks
Shen Yichao was embarrassed.
¡°Why does this woman talk so vulgarly despite her beauty?
The Nan family¡¯s Xiaowu is of the eighth rank, but this woman is of the ninth rank, which he would find shabby!
She shouldn¡¯t be able to get into the top grade!
He calmed down and said coldly: "How do you know that I am from the Dayong Shen family?"
"You can find out after a little investigation." Han Yanliang flicked the wick of the bronze fish lamp and sat across from Shen Yichao, "In your free time tonight, can you please tell me the story of Dayong, Mr. Shen Xiaolang? Up to the emperor From the generals and ministers to the common people, the little girl is all listening."
Shen Yichao was silent.
It turns out that this woman took him captive to the mountain because she wanted to know Dayong.
¡°I don¡¯t talk to common people,¡± he said.
"Ha" Han Yan smiled softly, holding her chin with her hand, and stared at Shen Yichao tenderly with a pair of watery eyes, "Why do I see that the young man seems so disappointed? You don't want to talk to me, maybe you want to What else can you do with me? Xiaolangjun, you are so bad!"
There is a candle burning in the corner of the desk.
She smiled so charmingly in the candlelight that Shen Yichao couldn't bear it.
He closed his eyes and recited the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra silently in his heart.
As soon as I recited "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form", the smell of tobacco suddenly became strong.
Han Yanliang sat down next to Shen Yichao.
The slender jade hands dyed with danco put their hands on his shoulders ambiguously.
She took his hand, held the small brass scissors with him, and cut the dancing candle wicks short.
Her lips seemed to be touching Shen Yichao's ear, "Young gentleman doesn't want to tell me a story, that's okay. I'm content to cut the candles for the west window with you tonight."
She tilted her head?She rested her cheek on his shoulder, as if attached to her.
The motherland is like a dream, out of reach.
Being close to this man from the motherland can be considered as comfort.
Shen Yichao's body was as tense as a bowstring.
The girl was delicate and soft, leaning on his shoulder like this, making him feel uneasy, as if she had a sore on her butt - ah, like an ant on a hot pot.
His voice was low and hoarse: "When can I go down the mountain?"
The girl was delicate: "Little husband, I'm so lonely, please stay with me more."
The east wind blew away the stars all night.
The next day, Qianqiuxue Inn.
Nan Baoyi slept late last night. When he woke up, he found that Xiao Yi had gone to check for disaster relief funds and was not in the house.
She dressed herself up, studied the map of Guan County for a while, and decided to go to the Yuelao Temple on the river bank in the afternoon.
She went downstairs shaking her fan and saw Cheng Deyu and Nan Yan arguing in the lobby.
She asked the shopkeeper for a table of dishes and looked at them while eating.
Nan Yan was crying, complaining that Cheng Deyu didn't go to suppress the bandits and just didn't love her.
Cheng Deyu scolded her for being ignorant, saying that suppressing bandits was no child's play and it was impossible to mobilize troops casually.
Nan Baoyi took a sip of the thin shrimp noodles.
"There was a quarrel all night last night, and the guests next door came to complain. If it weren't for Mr. Cheng's identity, I really wanted to kick them out!" The shopkeeper personally sent a bowl of rock sugar and red date bird's nest, "The Marquis warned me before leaving this morning. The small kitchen prepared it for the girl, how about you try the stew?"
Rock sugar bird¡¯s nest!
Nan Baoyi¡¯s eyes lit up.
She held the small bowl and took a bite. It was tender, sweet and soft.
Thinking that the powerful minister personally ordered the kitchen to prepare it, she couldn't help but feel particularly sweet in her heart, and her mood became much livelier.
When she was eating happily, over in the lobby, Cheng Deyu actually started fighting with Nan Yan!
He slapped Nan Yan on the face and said angrily: "I brought you out not to ask you to cause trouble for me! You were also arrested and taken to the mountain. Why didn't Nan Baoyi start a fight against bandits?!"
"Cheng Deyu, I am your woman!" Nan Yan covered her face in collapse, "Don't you want to take revenge when your woman was kidnapped by bandits?! What kind of man are you?!"
She ran out of the inn crying.
Nan Baoyi licked the bird's nest spoon.
Nan Yan is very vain and narrow-minded, and he will retaliate.
"She was caught by bandits on the mountain, which was tantamount to a humiliation for her. In order to maintain her reputation, she must hope that all the bandits will die.
But expecting that coward Cheng Deyu to avenge her will probably be difficult in the next life.
She feels better.
After lunch, she still held the round fan and walked happily along the street.
She bought the hairpin jewelry she liked and asked the shopkeeper to send it directly to Youshan Yaju.
She bought some sweet cakes to eat, followed the excitement, and unknowingly came to Yuelao Temple by the river.
Countless market vendors set up stalls around the Yuelao Temple.
Young men and women are rubbing shoulders, not only coming to the market, but also coming to worship Yue Lao for marriage.
Nan Baoyi took a bite of the pumpkin cake and unexpectedly saw two acquaintances in the crowd. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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