Inaoliangmou

When I came back, the bright moon was in the sky, surrounded by stars.The Qi Dynasty inherited the prosperity of the previous dynasty, and because of the arrogance and extravagance of the sage, even after the time of Hai, the city was still brightly lit, the gambling shops on the East Street, the wine shops on the West Street, and the Goulan Courtyard in the center of the city were full of people.The mouse quickened its pace, and the night wind was slightly cold.Shen Ling specifically told him to put on some clothes before letting him out.Uncle Fu was meticulous, and he could clearly see the changes between the two of them. He immediately took a thick brocade robe and put it on carefully for Mo Yun.

Thinking of this, the mouse buried its face even deeper, and the newly salivated Lingling fragrance was clear and shallow, not as rich and tangy as it should be.He rolled his eyes, feeling warm.Then he went a little faster, until the small door loomed, and then he slowed down, pretending not to be in a hurry.

When the small door was closed again, a red fox suddenly jumped down from the wall, its red eyes shimmering, turned around and ran away in the direction it came from, sighed in vain, and scattered in the air as if nothing.The night is still the same, some people are happy and some are worried.

At that time on a moonlit night, there was a person tightly hugging the trembling crimson creature in his arms. His naturally charming eyes were almost dimmed, and his canine teeth were biting painfully, but he was still no match for that careful arrow.Although the consciousness is vague, but the scorching heat that fell on her is clearly remembered, and he is secretly happy, and he thinks that he has exchanged his lifelong company.In the end, it's just that there is no fate, he is still the one who seeks the truth wholeheartedly, but he can't return to the self who had no thoughts and no pursuits, playing in the world.Fate evil?robbery also.

When it comes to the word love, it's better not to mess with it!

The life of the people in the city is still the same, and they can make a fuss out of control over things as small as daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, and sesame seeds.The magistrate slapped the chopping board, and the mighty sound was like insects and ants, which made people get goosebumps.The magistrates at the foot of the Son of Heaven rely on their official positions to be presumptuous. They forgot the time when they visited brothels last night. Now in the trial hall, their eyes are swollen and red, under a black gauze is randomly stuffed hair. Also weak.

Outside the wooden fence under the hall, someone murmured: "I have a fat body, but I have lost all my strength. I am afraid that it will be used on my sister."

The people next to him burst into laughter, some who were not afraid of death deliberately did not suppress their voices, and the mighty voice was clear and transparent.

"You should be that cold-hearted and cold-faced prime minister. It's not the way an official should act like this. I would say, it's better this way, so as not to be too pretentious and get in the way."

Before he finished speaking, the worried aunt hurriedly pushed him, "Hey, don't say these words anymore, let's just listen to them, and if they hear it, you will be finished."

"That's right, the elder Yu Ge who single-handedly promoted him, didn't he also die unexpectedly? Sigh." Someone echoed.

"What do you know! Why are you talking nonsense!" The mouse was out to buy sugar cakes, and when he saw a crowd of people crowded in front of the yamen, he leaned forward to listen to the excitement, and happened to be standing next to the few people just now.The more he listened, the angrier he became, and he wanted to jump up and punch the sarcastic man.Obviously they haven't even seen Shen Ling's face, they haven't even spent time with each other over a cup of tea, they obviously don't know how fragile that person is under his icy face.Why are they talking nonsense!

That day, he was still just a rat eating and drinking, but he could see clearly, the gray figure was reflected in his eyes like black glass.Holding the wine jar in his arms, he was drunk and dreamed of death, tears flowed down his heartless face, and his eyes were full of pain and despair.He originally thought that no matter how big the matter was, he would not be able to shake him in the slightest.He slammed the wine cup on the table, revealing his anger and helplessness.

The person who broke his mouth before was also the master of the grumpy temper. He saw a thin and short young man in front of him, wearing a luxurious brocade dress trimmed with silver threads, and a pair of silver-white cloud-walking boots on his feet.He thought he was a dude who was on good terms with the prime minister, and felt more and more annoyed, he raised his fist and was about to smash it.

An earth-shattering "silence" rang through the sky, and the magistrate was an official under the emperor's feet no matter what he did. The noisy quarrel at the other end of the wooden fence obviously disturbed his interrogation of the complainant. At this moment, the man trembling all over with fright, he only gave the young man a hard look, and dared not do anything else.

The mouse spit at him with cross-eyed eyes, turned and left angrily.About a few years ago, there was a butcher next to the mouse nest, and he treated the mice like this, saying "disgusting stuff" with contempt in the dust.

Back in the mansion, Shen Ling was not in the house, a purple wood wolf dipped in ink leaned on the inkstone made of high-quality black jade, he should have left not long ago.The mouse was about to put the copper coins that had not been bought into candy cakes on the table, and inadvertently glanced at the rice paper pressed under the ebony paperweight, and his heart jumped suddenly, and then he rushed forward to disbelieve, his white jade fingers covered his faint Vermilion lips, eyes rolling, full of surprise, Xi Xin, pressed down desperately, but couldn't stop the corners of her lips from curling up.

On the rice paper, although only a few strokes are sketched in detail, the outline and facial features are all very familiar.I have also seen poor scholars in the outskirts of the city draw a few portraits and take them to the city for money in order to make ends meet.But the Rat Clan was born not to think about those things in the distant sky, and the reality is to live a good life in front of them.But the feeling of this personal experience was so shocking that the rat could not express his emotion in words.He is a creature of flesh and blood, and someone is willing to put aside his busy schedule to draw a portrait of him. This kind of love is really too heavy.

Find the lotus pond, the koi in the lotus leaf field are leisurely.Who is dressed in gray clothes and stands in the heart of the pavilion.The mouse approached quietly, letting go of its guts and taking a step forward, its chest pressed against the broad back, and wrapped around the man's waist.I could feel the man's stiffness for a moment, and was immediately hugged tightly by him who turned around.

"I didn't buy candy cakes."

"Ah."

"The rouge shop on the street was smashed today, and it is said that the concubine of the king's family got a rash." But the concubine was already charming, so I really don't know who put on rouge to seduce and attract. who.

"It even went to the government. I didn't make any sense at all, and was silenced by the owner of the rouge shop in front of the county magistrate." Some maids also talked a lot, saying that the young master of the family would come out of her house tomorrow. out.He was slapped by his father in public that day, and he heard that he couldn't eat for three days.

The mouse couldn't help laughing, the young master of the family already had a fat head and big ears, but this time he was swollen into a pig's head, and the swelling might not go away in ten and a half months.His body trembled more and more, suddenly there was warmth gently touching his forehead, and then he raised his eyes, and there was that expressionless face again, unwilling to reconcile, the pretty thin lips on tiptoe footprints, smiling slyly.

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late today, everyone has a good dream~