Monk and Bachelor's Flower Furious Begonia Red

"Amber, Amber!" Tiekou shouted loudly from the beauty lying on the bed in the middle hall.

Hu Po, who was shouting in Tiekouzhi, was standing at the threshold, shaking her lithe upper body, spitting out melon seeds, but refused to take another step into the house.

"Amber, Amber, you are going to rebel. Do you still understand dignity? Do you still recognize me as the master in your eyes?!" Get up.

"Hmph, I just don't understand, but you got up and taught me!" Seeing Tie Kou Duan holding his heart and feeling uncomfortable, and Hu Po's upper body shaking even more violently, Tie Kou Duan looked at him, feeling a little worried in his heart, In case this coquettish Hu Po broke her slender waist, would she have to vomit blood and spend a lot of money to treat his illness? Thinking about this, she finally couldn't help herself and stood up from the beauty's bed.

"Huber, do you still remember what Xiaoliu said when he left, he said that you will be under my command from now on." Tiekou pointed at Huber's nose and cursed.

"Hey, that's not what Mr. Qin said at the beginning. He entrusted you to take care of me. Back then, Mr. Qin was kind-hearted and couldn't see through your character. I, Hu Po, didn't tolerate sand in my eyes. You were just like me back then. I was eating with Mr. Qin, and Mr. Qin passed away unfortunately. He was kind to you back then. I have only been with you for a few years now, and you want to be my master and domineering over me. You don’t even look in the mirror, just pinch your fingers, and you are worthy of commanding me, Hu Po!” Hu Po said, squeezing her broken body, walked straight to the front of the beauty, and touched it with her sleeve. Touching the ashes on the collapsed floor, he lay down on his side and fell asleep.

"Hmph, what's wrong with me, I think I, Tiekouzhiduan, is also from a famous family, the direct descendant of Yanshuijin's family, and my background is no worse than Xiaoqin!" Tiekouzhiduan snapped at Hu Po's snoring.

"Bah, then I, Hu Po, is also from a famous family. I have the same surname as today's emperor, so I am still a relative of the emperor!" Hu Po spat on the ground, turned over and started snoring again.

"Hey! Xiaoqin, you must have left amber to me to punish me for what I did to you! Xiaoqin, I'm sorry, I've regretted it for more than ten years, Xiaoqin!" Tie Looking at the crabapple tree in the distance, he sighed deeply.

More than ten years ago, the business of Tiekouzhiduan was not as good as it is now. At that time, there was an old fortune teller with a lot of silver whiskers in Yanshui City at the foot of Gushan Mountain. Everyone trusted him, a young man with a hairless mouth. Not many.

Fortunately, Tiekouzhiduan's appetite can change from big to small.

That winter, Tiekou Zhiduan felt that he had reduced his appetite to the size of a kitten, but the bread in his hand was still not enough to fill the void in his stomach.

The iron mouth was broken, so I could only use the handle of the fan to counter the grunt in my stomach, while waiting eagerly for the business to come.

"Good song, good song!" A clear and pleasant cheer came from a distance, and a young man in a gray-green silk shirt and a white sable fur coat walked over to the stall with a straight iron mouth.

Many years later, whenever Tiekouzhijuan thinks of this encounter, he will not hesitate to give it the meaning of "Nie Yuan".

If it wasn't for "Nie Yuan", I would have knocked a fortune teller casually a few times, hummed a little song, and it would have caught Qin Shuyan's ears? !

"Good song, good song, can you play it again for me?" The young man stepped forward and asked courteously.

"Young master, you can eat your own food, can you count on it?" Tiekou straightened up and peddled it to the young master in front of him.

"My son doesn't listen to this, I want to listen to the song just now." The young master didn't agree.

"Xiao Ke's business is a small one. It is said that every inch of time is worth every inch of gold, so please don't make trouble!" Tiekou opened his broken fan and fanned the fine snow blowing towards his face, as if to thank the guests.

"I'll pay you ten gold, and I can buy you this afternoon?" The young man said while instructing the book boy behind him to take out ten gold from the bag and press it on the table that was cut off from the iron mouth.

Tie Kou Zhi Duan weighed the gold, immediately with a smile on his face, closed the hexagram booth, and led Qin Shuyan to go home.

At that time, it was an extremely narrow room with high windows, but the windows were as small as palm-leaf fans. As long as there was no big sun outside, you had to light a lamp to see things when you entered the room. He entered the room first, lit up the lamp, and then greeted Qin Shuyan and the book boy Hu Po who followed behind.

"Wait a minute, I'll fix a few side dishes to greet you." The iron mouth was broken, and the stove in the house was lit, and some incense was smoked, and then he led the door out gently, and arrived at the market With the money Qin Shuyan gave me, I bought some steaming local side dishes, and made half a jug of Shaoxing wine by the way.

Tie Kou Zhi Duan did not expect these common dishes to be deeply loved by Qin Shuyan's master and servant. Seeing how they devoured them, it made people think that their master and servant had been hungry for three days, while Tie Kou Zhi Duan had only been hungry for one day That's all.

"Amber, the local scenery is leisurely and beautiful, and the characters are handsome. My son, I have traveled here to study, and I don't want to leave. Amber, what do you think we live here often?" Qin Shuyan asked the bookboy behind him with a hint of alcohol in his words.

"Wherever the young master goes, Amber will go there. Amber is born as the young master's man, and dies as the young master's ghost!" Hu Po smiled, showing two rows of white teeth.

"Fuck you, you're talking nonsense again!" Qin Shuyan gently pushed Hu Po with a hint of alcohol, recalling that when she bought Hu Po back then, Hu Po also said, "He who is born is a son, and will die a son." ghost" and stuff like that.

The author has something to say: I originally wrote this chapter, but I lost it, so I rewrote it from memory, but it seems that it is not as good as the previous one.