A tree of holly is floating

Seeing that the man standing alone in the hall did not answer, Dansha touched his toes and fell down from the third floor.Turning around him, the blurred eyes almost wanted to see him clearly from the inside out.

Putting a hand on his shoulder, Dansha softly pressed against his ear and whispered: "Could it be that brother also has the idea of ​​laughing at the altar?"

Holly raised two fingers to push away the arm that was stuck to her body, and pushed the annoying spirit away.Seeing that someone had already rescued the girl hanging in mid-air, she turned around and was about to go out, but Dansha grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and twisted her waist with a coquettish expression: "Brother, are you leaving now? I haven't seen you in two days, You don't think about him at all! They are getting a little angry, why don't you coax them!"

Without looking back, Dongqing raised her right hand, cut off the corner of the clothes with a snap, and continued walking forward.

As soon as the little mouth pouted, Dansha flew out of Hongling and slammed the door shut, then tiptoed forward a few steps, and was about to pounce on Dongqing with two lumps of soft flesh on her back, and said in her mouth: "Brother, don't go!"

Although the girl in red can be regarded as a pretty woman, and she is still the kind of girl who can't help but think about it, but this relationship is like a business, it depends on your love and my willingness!This man obviously doesn't like her, and it's her fault if he wants to stalk her!Fu Sheng really felt sorry for that upright and handsome little brother!

Seeing that the two of them were about to stick their chests and backs together, Fu Sheng couldn't hold back and called out: "You are so shameless!"

As soon as Dongqing turned her head, she saw half of her face protruding from behind the pillar on the second floor.

Dansha also saw the person hiding behind the pillar, and flew up the red water chestnut to attack.

Fu Sheng was in a bad mood, the good things of the girl in red were spoiled, and it was time to clean up himself, so he pulled the white-faced scholar beside him and hid behind him.

But Dongqing turned around to block Dansha, raised her hand and held the red water chestnut firmly in her hand.

But Dansha chuckled, and said: "Hey, is brother angry? Isn't brother afraid that I have added some poison to this red water chestnut that would make life worse than death?"

Dongqing pulled the remaining half of the red water chestnut in her hand, grabbed her shoulders and turned her over to a vermilion lacquered pillar next to her.

Not only did Dansha not resist, but there was some surprise in his eyes, he turned around and said with a smile: "So my brother likes to play like this!"

Just as Fu Sheng stood on tiptoe and exposed half of his head from behind the white-faced scholar, a fan immediately knocked on her forehead: "See no evil!" He had to shrink back again.

Downstairs, Dongqing didn't answer, and turned her hands behind her back, and tied them together to tie a knot.

Dansha's face was flushed, and he couldn't even keep up with his breathing.With a soft snort, Dansha muttered, "Oh brother! Do you want to do it now? In front of so many people!"

Dongqing didn't want to talk to her anymore, and didn't want to listen to her noise, so she grabbed a fruit from the table and stuffed it into her mouth.

Realizing that she was cheated, Dansha's mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

Disappointed, angry!

But this is her wishful thinking and her own will. Can Dongqing be blamed?

She clearly knew that even when Dongqing was unconscious after suffering from three pollen, she could still sit still and keep her away thousands of miles away, not to mention that after so long, now that the medicine has faded, others have become sober.

It's just that I don't know which little bitch took the big deal in the end!

Without getting angry, Dansha rushed over viciously with a little tiptoe.

Unexpectedly, Meng Lang protruded a knife from his slanted stab, raised his hand and put it on her neck.

At this time, the proprietress Yu Niancong had already come down from the stairs, followed by the little oiran who had been hanged for a long time.The little oiran walked up to Dongqing and bowed to him, as a way of thanking him, but Dongqing nodded slightly in return, turned and left without even looking at Dansha.

With someone holding a sword against his neck, even though Dansha has all his strength, Hong Ling is covering his hands with a fruit in his mouth, but he is powerless and dare not move.Watching Dongqing leave again, unable to speak, she could only sob and stomp her feet.

Looking at the charming but helpless girl in red, Yu Nian, the proprietress, didn't say anything, just gave her a look, and Meng Lang took her to the backyard.

Seeing that the dust had settled, the guests who had been hiding around came out in twos and threes.The proprietress looked around, and only said: "That's it!" The handymen and maids went to work, re-serving tea for the guests and ordering snacks.

When Fu Sheng came out from under the white-faced scholar's sleeve rubbing his forehead, everyone was already sitting in their seats, drinking tea and watching a play again.Seeming to have missed some important link, Fu Sheng asked suspiciously: "Hey, where's the person?"

The white-faced scholar shook the fan in his hand and said with a smile, "Aren't I here?"

Fu Sheng didn't look at him, he looked down again and said: "I didn't mention you!"

Xue Lang sighed helplessly, it's fine as a shield, the speed of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge is a bit unacceptable.

Seeing that she picked up half a chicken leg and gnawed viciously, Xue Lang said with a smile: "Little sister, let me treat you to dinner!"

But Fu Sheng rolled his eyes at him: "Who are you, do I know you?" Then he walked down.

Xue Lang was stunned for a moment, Xin Dao was really ungrateful, but the smile on his face didn't diminish by half, he walked to her side in two steps, grabbed her chicken leg, and said: "Your chicken leg is also cold, go, I will I'll take you to eat something fresh, it's still warm!" Saying this, he went downstairs ahead of her.

After leaving Chaohuaxishi, I realized that the lanterns had already been lit on both sides of the street, and I didn’t know where Chen Changle had gone. He touched his gurgling and cold stomach, and then looked at the scholar-like son in front of him, thinking that he would not eat for nothing. If he didn't eat, Fu Sheng followed him generously.

Seeing that the little sister was walking side by side with him without a trace of timidity in her eyes, Xue Lang couldn't help but smiled: "Are you not afraid that I will take you to sell?"

Fu Sheng sniffled, and said: "Where? To pick up flowers in the morning and in the evening, or to have fun with you?"

Xue Lang snorted and said, "You really think highly of yourself!"

Fu Sheng tugged at his clothes, and said: "Oh, I want to sell myself too, otherwise would it be such a miserable life?" Thinking of Chen Changle robbing his things during the day, Fu Sheng couldn't help but sighed again.

Seeing her distressed face, Xue Lang asked: "Where do you get so many sighs at such a young age! How old are you? It's that kind of place to run out alone. Does your family know?"

Although Zhaohuaxishi is just an art workshop and does not do skin and meat trading, the wine pool is still full of colorful and colorful wine pools, and serious people will never let teenage girls run into it.But there is no guarantee that there will still be a little boldness, sneaking out to satisfy my curiosity.

Fu Sheng didn't think so.

She feels that every line of work is worthy of being respected, no matter if it is an oiran who spends his days and nights, or a girl who enjoys with the king, at least they all have a job of their own and can support themselves.Especially the proprietress Yu Nian, a woman can hold up a piece of sky with her own strength, sheltering hundreds of people from wind and rain, this alone makes Fu Sheng admire her from the bottom of her heart.

She even secretly wondered if she was her illegitimate daughter, who was fostered in the coffin shop by the River of Death in desperation.

Looking up at the people around him, Fu Sheng said, "You're not much older than me! It's like being a parent."

Xue Lang complacently said: "Really! Do you think I look like me?"

Fu Sheng has never seen such a smooth climber, turned his face to the side and rolled his eyes: "Ha ha."

Xue Lang didn't care, and continued, "Seriously, how old are you? What's your name? Where do you live? Do you want me to take you back later?"

Fu Sheng turned around with a puzzled look on his face: "Are you in charge of the population in the yamen? Asking so many questions!"

But looking at him, he didn't seem to be malicious, Fu Sheng still counted with his fingers: "I was born on the seventh day of March in the eighth year of Tianwu."

Xue Lang put away the folding fan, slapped it on his palm, and said, "Oh, it will be your birthday in two days!"

Fusheng burst out again.

Chen Changle never remembered her birthday.

Maybe no one will remember it in the future.

But Xue Lang said: "Young girl's family can get married after sixteen, but your family has promised you a family?"

Fu Sheng blushed, thinking of the person he saw at Chao Hua Xi Shi just now.

When Xue Lang saw it, he understood a little bit, and said with a smile, "Yo, yes!" But then his eyes dimmed again: "At first, I liked you a little bit, but now it seems that there is no hope!"

Realizing that he was being teased, Fu Sheng punched him, and said: "What nonsense! Aren't you already a parent? You even ran out to harm the little girl!"

Xue Lang unfolded the folding fan across his chest, and said, "It's fine if I can harm you!"

Seeing that Fu Sheng's face sank all of a sudden, Xue Lang hurriedly coaxed: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore!"

Fu Sheng said seriously, "What do you know!"

Xue Lang laughed and said, "It seems that we really can't underestimate you!"

Having said that, the two turned into an alley, Xue Lang stopped at the entrance of the alley and sighed: "Oh, we're here so soon!"

I saw a small stall not far in front, with only three or five small tables on the side of the road, but it was overcrowded, and the steaming mist enveloped the lantern set up on the stall, dense and dense.

Before Xue Lang came close, an old man in his fifties greeted him: "Hey, Master Lang, let's eat supper!"

Xue Lang nodded and found a seat to sit down.

Several people have already sat on this long table, leaving only a bench that can accommodate two people sitting side by side.But smelling the smell of meat wafting from the casserole in front of them, Fu Sheng sat down next to Xue Lang without thinking too much.

Xue Lang put away the folding fan and put it on the table, and said to the old man, "Old man, please add two catties of meat soup, and add more radishes."

The old man joyfully held up a pitch-black casserole, the lid of which was still steaming, and said, "The best ribs are specially reserved for you!"

Xue Lang thanked the old man with a smile, took the cloth towel and lifted the lid of the pot, took the bowl in front of Fu Sheng and was about to fill her with meat soup when he slapped his palm on the table.

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Holly is on the way with a 30-meter machete