beg for chivalry

When the sun was about to set, Mrs. Wang wandered to the cave in Tujiulong.

The trees in the forest are like ink marks of different shades, faintly blurred by the golden sun.The mountains and rocks are steep and craggy, like a sleeping 狻猊 in the setting sun.

In the shadow of the rocks stood a lonely child, his face was smeared with alcohol-like rouge by Ayi, plum blossom seeds were pasted on his forehead, and his silk skirt was dragged on the ground.When Mrs. Wang walked over, he raised his head stupidly, his eyes fluttering.

Xiazi hides a bald head behind the flower, it is Qian Xian'er who followed sneakily.Mrs. Wang knew that Qian Xian'er was the most entangled with her, and she couldn't get rid of him like brown sugar, so she called him over, unfolded the burlap bag she was holding in her hand, stuffed the child's ankle into the bag, and ordered He went to find some people to carry the sack to the edge of the forest along the road.

"Brother Wang, what are you going to do?" Qian Xian'er asked curiously, having never seen such a battle.

Mrs. Wang smirked at him: "As you can see."

Qian Xian'er pursed her mouth: "Don't you just sell a baby? We are all deformed here, with crooked noses and mouths. Who would like to buy them?"

"Our business has always been like this," Mrs. Wang patted his arm. "If someone dares to sell, someone will dare to buy."

The setting sun was fading, and a silk-covered cart rumbled along from the purple mountain shadows.There was a one-eyed man sitting on the carriage, and the silver ingot called by Qian Xian'er saw him, and hurriedly and respectfully added some stolen tobacco leaves to his long pipe bag.The man peeled off the pocket, glanced at the child inside, and threw it back.Tong Kongfang picked up the sack and slowly put it in the car.

This one-eyed man is a tortoise slave from Drunken Spring Garden, who specializes in buying some beautiful puppies everywhere. The dolls in the ravine are cheap and strong.

Yin Yuanbao rubbed his hands and smiled flatteringly: "Do you want to be strangled?"

Ma Bo San is rare in the ravine, and they are used sparingly when robbing darts. To prevent escape, they have to use hemp rope to strangle people's necks until they faint.

The one-eyed tortoise slave tapped the sack with a pipe and said, "No need. This bastard has a pretty face, and Mr. Qian should like it. If he is stupid, we can't afford it." Then he fumbled for half a tael of silver from his sleeve pocket Delivered, just drive.

The car swayed along for several hours, from the foot of Dingtian Mountain to Dawuxu, the sights on both sides of the road were not emerald green camphor trees, but mottled green brick walls.

Dawuxu is a bustling place, porters and peddlers flow by like water, a few flower girls and tortoise slaves sit by the stone wall shaded by moss and tree shadows, and when they see the cart coming, they rush up chattering.

There are Zuichun gardens in the north and south, the north is in Fengyuan, and the south is this one.The bamboo building standing by the water, with dry railings, looks like a shy woman among the lush forests, timidly revealing a few white and gray wall tiles.

The tortoise slaves carried the sack to the second floor, trembling hands and feet while carrying it, and complained in a low voice: "Hey, this bag is so heavy."

Someone hastily hissed, saying: "What's the big deal! That's because Mr. Qian is interested, so he bought a few kids and put them on."

The old ghost Qian of Zhongzhou is well known as a lonely old benefactor, but he loves young children the most, and will never move after the first night.

But I saw an old man wearing gold and silver sitting in the bamboo pavilion, sipping a long pipe comfortably.What's strange is that there are a group of painted girls sitting around him, the older ones are no more than eleven or twelve years old, and the younger ones are in their early seven or eight years old.

The girl was lying face up on the cotton blanket.There was a slit sewn into the jade red bellyband, Master Qian pushed his thin feet deep into his white and soft belly, and the wild chrysanthemum purple hydrangea lion pattern bulged together.The madam had rubbed her skin with snow water before, and it was icy cold, and when she was having fun with the lonely old man, the ice and snow were slippery and cool, which was able to dispel the heat.

Master Qian opened his mouth slightly, and the bright red Yingtao was passed around in his flower-like jade mouth. The girls teased the agate-like fruit pills with their lips and tongues, and fed them into his mouth.In the hot summer months, the fruit of the tree exudes a rotten smell in the scorching sun, just like the jade bodies lying horizontally in the bamboo pavilion.

The tortoise slaves put down the sacks and said respectfully, "Master, your goods."

Youchu|The prostitute crawled over on her knees, untied the bag, and brought out a child.The children sent in the past were always struggling on the way, covered with bruises and oiled, but this child was awake, safe and sound, staring at the crowd with a pair of black eyes, with an appearance of ignorance of the world .

Maybe it was because of the makeup in the sack, he had a disfigured face, rouge was all over his face, his lips were blood red, he looked like a kid from hell.

The flower girls couldn't help laughing when they saw it, and sneered a few times.Master Qian flinched back and stood up, clapping his hands and saying, "You are so handsome!"

The old man deserves to be experienced in many battles, he has been in the game for a long time, and he is most familiar with the skin and flesh. He immediately ordered the girls to fill some water in a white glaze basin, and wiped off the powder with a silk towel, revealing his beautiful and picturesque face Come.He weighed the child's chin from side to side, and the child seemed to have no fear, and smiled at him foolishly.

"Master, do you want her?"

The girls saw the glint in Master Qian's eyes, and asked softly.Someone has taken a red silk pad and put it under the child's body, and handed over gold from the palm to rub it on the child.

Master Qian's eyes widened, and he said, "Be quicker! It's not up to you to enjoy the blessings! Didn't you see that your little master is here?"

So the girls didn't dare to speak, and hurriedly rubbed aconite and mother clove powder on the cock.Some people seem to be born to enjoy blessings, but they are born as lowly, as if they were born to be used as utensils, quilts and pillows for benefactors, cushions under their bodies, and stepped on their feet.

Before they could serve him properly, Master Qian hugged the child like a hungry tiger, trembling his hands to untie the bellyband of his silk skirt.As soon as I started to touch him, I felt that he was as slippery as Li Qi, soft as if there were no bones, and I was overjoyed immediately, and I played with it like a jade appreciator.

At this time, someone laughed and said: "Old devil, just take care of your bird, don't go out for a walk if it is ugly, so as not to spoil people's appetite!"

Suddenly a green bamboo stick came out from the sack, and happened to hit Master Qian in the chest and abdomen.The girls screamed and shoved together.

Master Qian looked down at the bamboo stick, grinned suddenly, stretched out his hand to grab the tip of the stick, and with a strong effort, a figure popped out of the sack.

"Young bastard! Grandpa, I don't like to welcome you as a rare guest!"

Mrs. Wang took the opportunity to get out of the sack.He hid in the bag earlier and spent several hours with the child, and he wanted to seize this moment to strike at Master Qian.The Zuichun Garden is managed by Mrs. Hongzhu from the Southern School, if you go straight to it, there will be no good fruit to eat, so you have to sneak in.

Seeing that the bamboo stick was caught, he let go of his hand instantly, kicked out the straw shoe, and cursed. "Old ghost Qian! I have no parents since I was a child, dead parents!"

The grass shoes did not step on Master Qian's face, but were blocked by a cold sword.The sword was warmed on the young man with its sheath before, but now he suddenly pulled it out.

The light of the sword is fine and exquisite, and the sword skills of all the quacks are full of madness and heroism, but this sword is born like gold and jade, using the most subtle and exquisite strength, and the storm is as light as the wings of a cicada.

Master Qian held onto the sword in one hand, and unhurriedly grasped the long pipe in the other, and slowly exhaled a puff of lingering smoke.

If it wasn't for his naked lower body, this lonely old man would have shown an air of swallowing mountains and rivers and calming down.But he said leisurely: "Master Wang, you came all the way from that corner of the mountain, don't you want to have a taste of new beauty with the old man?"

This old man is the head of the Qian family in Zhongzhou, and he uses the sword of knowing each other, which is so wonderful in the world, that it seems to take nine layers of peach red, plum and white, and turn it into a spring breeze and drizzle.

Mrs. Wang wiped her face, stepped on the tip of the bamboo stick lying on the ground, and the green bamboo stick twirled and landed in her hand. He wrung his fingers and raised his eyebrows.

"One, I'm here to beat you. Do you remember your son?"

Master Qian laughed loudly: "Son! Which son?" He looked around the room, Meiji, the flower girl, "After tonight, don't you have more sons?"

Wang Taishuang suddenly understood that the old man always liked to have fun with young children, and he didn't know how many kinds he kept.To Mr. Qian, these flower girls are like utensils, no different from a chamber pot used for urination.

"Qian Xian'er." Mrs. Wang frowned, "You don't remember the name?"

"The surname is Qian. Is it a child born to the old man by a lady from Zhangtai? That's all." Master Qian waved his hand nonchalantly, "Will you name each scarf, and remember every bamboo chopstick used for grilling rice?" ?”

Mrs. Wang let out a long breath.Suddenly, he thought of the figure with the little bald head sitting on the side of the earth steps looking at the vast mountains and plains.There is only one road out of Dingtianda Mountain, narrow and winding, like a white line in the green forest.Qian Xian'er always looked into the distance alone, pursed her lips, and sat silently for a whole day.

The little bald dipper didn't say anything, but his heart was full of chaotic emotions.He once asked Mrs. Wang where he came from, why his parents abandoned him cruelly, and why he was born different from ordinary people.

After asking for a long time, Qian Xian'er didn't speak anymore, just sat on the earth steps in a daze day after day like a dull gourd.

He vaguely knew whose son Qian Xian'er was, because at that time he happened to sneak into the forest to steal wampee fruits to eat, and a beautiful woman put her baby in the grass and went into the car shed wiping her tears.Mrs. Wang recognized that they were prostitutes from Dawuxu, and they all wore blue water-pattern brocade belts around their necks.

Mrs. Wang is a gangster, straight-hearted, and will never hold back her words for a moment.So he didn't understand why the little bald dipper was sad, he just felt upset, if he were him, he would go all over the world to find his own parents, and when they met, he would give them two punches, breaking the pair of dogs and men Four front teeth.

So he was also surprised.Because Qian Xian'er was sad, he was also uncomfortable.And Qian Xian'er would not come to take revenge, but he came to Tanwan to borrow a guest.

Master Qian rubbed his goatee for a while, then clapped his hands suddenly and said: "I understand, did you throw that bastard into your corner? Oh, Mr. Wang, you can't be so angry that you want to come and beat me, an old man." ?

"Do you think it's too little, or too much? If it's too much, just sell him. I heard that there are some people in Guangxin who specialize in red lead and autumn stones. If you don't like to raise a small hair, wipe your neck and use a bucket If you take the boy's blood, you have to sell it for a good price."

Master Qian thoughtfully, rubbed his fingers and said, "If it's too little, these virgin girls will be sold to you after receiving the rain and dew tonight. They have all passed their menarche, and they have taken the rabbit ashes soup, and they will give birth early next year." These big fat boys."

Mrs. Wang did not speak, his eyes were pitch black, and his eyes fell on Master Qian's feet.At this moment, Master Qian pulled up a mat that was covered with brocade cushions, and sat down slowly, with his legs resting on the fair backs of the flower girls.

"These girls are very smart, and they are quite familiar with warm quilts and warm seats. If the king is interested, they can have sex with fish and water, and they can also ride slaves and sit slaves. Although they are cheap, they are still playthings that can be manipulated. Let's play tricks on them." It's also very lively." But listening to him stroke his beard, he said with a leisurely smile.

But before the words were finished, the green bamboo stick had pierced in front of his eyes.

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

The young man didn't want to hear him finish his sentence at all, so he furiously raised his eyebrows and rushed forward nimbly.

It seemed that there was a flame burning in the chest, beating the chest scorchingly.Even though there were waves of anger in his heart, there was still a hippie smile on his face.Now he is going to beat up Qian Xian'er's licentious father for Qian Xian'er.

"Second!" Mrs. Wang snapped down her second finger and roared, "I already have a woman!"