The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

When they arrived at Yuhua Mansion, Guan Boya's subordinates quickly dispatched two vehicles to take Leng Qiudu and Monk Xiaolou away.

Guan Boya entered the house, arranged a room for Shen Qingchuan, and left them some time to catch up.

Before boarding the car, Shang Xiaolou was still reluctant to leave at the gate of Yuhua Mansion. He was wearing a white lace western dress, which looked like a ladylike lady, holding a plum blossom hairpin in his hand, and the plum blossoms were printed too hard. Leaning against Shen Qingchuan's side on the palm of his hand, he whispered, "Brother, will you forget me?"

"Of course not. You can regard me as your friend or elder brother. If you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to me." Shen Qingchuan only thinks that Shang Xiaolou has lost his memory now, and his nostalgia for him is a fledgling plot. Including the abnormality in the car, it is all because of fear of going home.

Shen Qingchuan quickly comforted Shang Xiaolou, telling him not to worry too much, and said, "You go back to your parents, and we can meet again in the future."

"Brother, the person you like is Guan Boya, right?" Shang Xiaolou raised his head, his misty eyes covered with a layer of black veil.

Shen Qingchuan took two steps to the side, fearing that other people not far away would hear it, he glanced away, thinking of Miss Guan Boya leaning on his shoulder in the car, that shirt seemed to still have a faint fragrance , made him feel itchy in his heart, a faint blush appeared on his fair face, like a red cloud floating over to cover the snow-capped mountains, and he said, "Well..." Is it really that obvious?

Shang Xiaolou's face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and his pale complexion was set off by thin scarlet lips, like a shady lady of prey who lived in a deep house and stayed out of the door, or a ghostly ghost , said, "Will that brother sleep with him?"

Shen Qingchuan was startled when he heard Shang Xiaolou say this, his eyes widened, he quickly covered his mouth, and said, "Xiaolou! How dare you say such a thing, where did you learn it? of?"

Shang Xiaolou opened his mouth and bit Shen Qingchuan's finger, biting the skin, and there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

Shen Qingchuan quickly withdrew his hand, his fingers seemed to have been stung, looked down, there was a small cut, and a trace of blood flowed out, but it was not serious.

Shang Xiaolou's lips were stained with water stains and a trace of red, and there was a dazzling sense of glamour, and he said, "Brother, will you? I'm afraid that my brother might get someone else's breath."

"Of course not! You are not allowed to say this in the future. If you ruin Miss Boya's reputation, it will be my fault." Shen Qingchuan gritted his teeth and said, afraid that Shang Xiaolou would say the same in front of others, not only himself. Her reputation will be ruined, and Miss Bo Ya's will be discussed behind her back.

Shen Qingchuan only hoped that when Shang Xiaolou returned home, his parents could educate him well, not to exceed the rules in words and deeds like this.

Shang Xiaolou got the promise, and the breath around him was not as cold as before, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he even said with a smile, "Then brother must keep the promise!"

Shen Qingchuan sent away the great god Shang Xiaolou, he was relieved, the car from Leng Qiudu's side also came to pick him up, Shen Qingchuan helped him to the back seat, he was afraid that Leng Qiudu would not feel at ease, It is very possible that he sneaked back to live in that gloomy tube building, and said, "You can live in that house with peace of mind. I paid a few months' rent. If you don't live, it will be a waste of my heart."

Shen Qingchuan gave Leng Qiudu the packed medicine bag and a blue cloth bag. Inside the bag were some of his own clothes. The general styles were loose and comfortable, and three silver coins were hidden in it. What he thought was still Very thoughtful, when Leng Qiudu went to his Shen mansion, he was penniless, and Huang Guihua had already thrown away the ragged clothes, and he had taken care of his basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, and only hoped that Leng Qiudu could recover from his injuries.

"I see." Leng Qiudu's heart seemed to be stuffed with a ball of wet cotton, and it pressed heavily on his heart, but it was soft. He originally wanted to go back to Tongzilou, and he didn't want to give Shen Qing any more. Chuan is in trouble.

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The car drove slowly, and Shang Xiaolou was sitting in the car, rubbing his hands on the two hairpins under his sleeves, one was silver and the other was wooden.

The car stopped at the back door of Shang Mansion, the two vermilion doors were closed tightly, and there were two soldiers guarding the back door, the two men knew Shang Xiaolou, and they didn't stop him, they just let him open the door and enter.

Backyard yard.

Dashuai Shang was sitting on a rocking chair, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, and pouring tea directly into his mouth with a tea spout in his mouth. He was accompanied by several beautiful young men in their twenties, wearing jeweled flowers on their heads and pearl necklaces around their necks. Concubine, Yingying and Yanyan surrounded him to fawn on him, as if he was the emperor with a harem of three thousand.

He fought all the way from the north, his complexion is very dark, his eyebrows are thick and depressed, and his eyes are full of aggressive spirit. He has countless women all over his body. I don’t know if it’s because the murder is too heavy. There are not many women’s belly left behind. , he was 55 years old, and generally only left four sons. The second son was still promising and was killed on the battlefield, but the third son died on the belly of a woman. The eldest son was injured a few days ago and is now lying in a hospital bed I haven't woken up yet, and the fourth son who was picked up recently was gloomy all day long, and he still sings like his mother, wearing a long sleeve, and singing in the house.

The eldest son was the son of his wife who died early, and the other sons were all concubines or concubines, or the products of a night of romance outside.

Marshal Shang has long forgotten who Shang Xiaolou's mother is, and he doesn't even remember what she looks like.

"Marshal, Fourth Young Master is back." The adjutant came to report.

Dashuai Shang waved his hand, smoking a pipe, the smoke was sprayed from his nostrils, the concubine next to him was choked, and he didn't dare to make a noise, he twisted his thigh hard, trying to suppress the urge to cough, Dashuai Shang Said, "Arrange two clean ones and send them to him tonight."

He doesn't expect Shang Xiaolou to follow him to the battlefield, he looks like a woman, and often wears skirts and Huadan costumes, if he kills someone, he might pee his pants, how can he, Marshal Shang, have a son of a coward? Afraid of being laughed at by the enemy, he only needs Shang Xiaolou to produce a grandson for him so that he can inherit the incense of his old Shang family.

Speaking of his eldest son, there are countless women, and he has not had a son and a half in all these years.

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The room that Guan Boya arranged for Shen Qingchuan was the guest room on the second floor.

Shen Qingchuan stepped into this room again, a little shocked, remembering the last time Guan Boya boldly flirted with him, pressing him on the bed, pressing him step by step, now there are only two of him and Miss Guan Boya in the room, feeling a little nervous for a while. I blushed and my heart beat.

"Sir Shen, are you satisfied with the room you saw? If not, there is another room next door to mine." Guan Boya sat on the bed, her cheongsam was slit on the side to reveal her long legs, with snowy muscles, The toe is lined with imitation snake scales, the dark green is shiny and the workmanship is very sophisticated.

Shen Qingchuan glanced at the window, the painted flower table made of red, blue and yellow glass was slightly transparent, he didn't dare to look at Miss Guan Boya's legs, her legs were slender, although the calves were stronger than ordinary women Some, but the muscles are smooth and beautiful, and they look powerful.

"Miss Boya was joking, I am lucky to have a place to stay now."

"What's more, it's such a nice room." If Miss Boya hadn't taken him in, maybe he would really be living on the street tonight. Miss Boya not only helped him generously, but also found his parents for Shang Xiaolou, and he was helping him again. A room near Cornell University was rented to Leng Qiudu, who was really kind and kind.

The light through the red glass lightly fell on a small area of ​​Shen Qingchuan's cheeks, the snow-white skin seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy light, and a pair of black jade eyes soaked in spring water looked at Guan Bo. Ya, with a soft smile in her eyes, like a spring breeze blowing across a pond, the branches and leaves swaying, and the ripples rippling.

She looks as beautiful as a noble young master who came out of the frame of an ancient foreign painting.

Guan Boya was reclining on the bed covered with a rose-gold silk quilt cover, her dark green cheongsam set off her pale skin, her left hand was resting on her cheek, and her right hand was holding a small bamboo-green incense fan. Strings of red agate beads with black tassels hung down on the inside of his slightly broad arms, which also looked a bit elegant.

The tails of Guan Boya's eyes were raised slightly, and the clear and cold Danfeng's eyes were half closed, making others unable to bend down and bow their heads. He closed his fan, lightly lifted the handle, and signaled Shen Qingchuan to pull him up.

Shen Qingchuan had long been blushed by his gesture.

Walking in front of Miss Boya, he didn't know where to turn his eyes, as if looking at everything was offensive, obviously the two of them didn't say anything, and didn't make any other moves, but Shen Qingchuan felt that there was a force in the air that made him dare not The ambiguity of acting rashly.

He walked over, not daring to hold Miss La Boya's hand, and only pulled the closed handle of the fan. The small bamboo and green incense fan was originally a small ceremony fan, and the handle was no more than the length of a grown man's palm. The tip touched the warm skin, which made Shen Qingchuan's face even redder.

Guan Boya raised her eyes, her lip-smeared lips slightly bent, and Xiao Haitang didn't dare to look at him. This shy look made him want to tease her again.

Shen Qingchuan realized that it had been a while, and he couldn't pull Guan Boya, and was about to say, why don't Miss Boya get up by herself.

The wrist was suddenly pulled by a force, and before he could make a sound, a slightly hoarse voice came from under him, like the rustling of leaves rubbing against each other in the summer wind, "Master Shen, I let you Pull me up, why did you pounce on me instead?"

Shen Qingchuan panicked, and accidentally touched Guan Boya's waist with his hand, and wanted to get up, but his hands were pressed on the bed, and he propped his body up to keep from pressing down, and said, "Miss Boya, don't you want to make trouble with me? "

"What if I don't let you go?" Guan Boya laughed muffled in his chest.

Shen Qingchuan looked at the woman below him. Although Miss Boya's figure was much taller than the average woman, he was extremely charming. Sometimes he felt that Miss Boya was like a lofty moonflower, dignified and awe-inspiring. Sometimes I feel like a Persian cat that likes to play tricks on people, with a bad taste and naughty, always loves to play tricks on him in different ways.

Shen Qingchuan met Shangguan Boya's eyes, looked at him seriously, and asked again, "Are you really not letting go?"

Guan Boya looked at him provocatively, and told him with his eyes, suddenly Guan Boya's red phoenix eyes widened in the next instant, and the warmth covering his lips seemed like a superficial touch of water.

Shen Qingchuan's face was flushed red, his eyes glistened, as if he was about to cry in the next moment, he stammered, "Are you really not letting me go?"

Guan Boya shook his head lightly, the fan in his hand had already fallen on the rose gold silk bed quilt, Shen Qingchuan bent down again, and placed a light and quick kiss on Guan Boya's lips.

The author has something to say: scum Author: I originally wanted to be on the sixth day, but because of timi, there is no more

The handsome boy on the third day, the handsome guy on the sixth day, the handsome boy with iron, the handsome guy with flowing water

Guan Boya: With just one kiss, I can make Xiao Haitang emotional

Crazy Shang: Can't I take a bite before I leave?

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: eat hot pot today, la la la la la 1;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!