Zhou Yan

Recently, in the streets and alleys of Linzhou City, there is a rumor that the young prince of Yongnan Wang, who lives in peace in the city, is going to get married, and he is going to marry the delicate princess in the capital.

Under the small shed propped up at the four corners, the owner of the Yangchun Noodles quickly grabs the noodles and puts them in the pot, and scalds a few leaves of green vegetables by the way, waiting for the cooking time to chat with the noodle eaters.

Boss: "That is to say, I heard that Princess Changping is also coming to our place. What is the reason for such a distinguished person as the princess to come to our place where no shit?"

Diner [-]: "Then what else can it be for? How old is the princess? Seventeen or eighteen, Zhou Xiaoshi seems to be twenty this year, and the two of them are worthy of age."

Diner [-]: "Yes! I can get married with the princess

Yes, there is only Zhou Xiaoshi, who came here from thousands of miles, not for marriage, and nothing else. "

Boss: "Maybe it's because Yongnan Wang and his wife couldn't let go of this little prince in the capital, so maybe they went out of their way to ask for grace."

All the diners: "It's reasonable and reasonable."

There are different opinions. Today, I just heard that the chief of Changping County is coming to Zhoucheng. There are many scenes arranged here. Today, it is said that the princess came to the city for the sake of Zhou Xiaoshizi. On the second day, there are rumors that Zhou Xiaoshi and the princess have already settled down. After getting married, if there are any more rumors, it may mean that Zhou Xiaoshi will even have a child. Maybe in a few days, it will be rumored that Zhou Ming Dynasty was unmarried and conceived first, and abandoned his wife and children in Laizhou City. Now the princess is looking for love. Husband, came all the way to Zhoucheng to look for him.

In front of the stall selling Yangchun noodles, the boss and the diners had a good time discussing gossip, but he didn't notice that the handsome young man in the corner listened all morning with a dark face. A bunch of chopsticks were broken on the table.

Zhou Mingchao is going to get married, so what is his Shen Xian!

Throwing down the chopsticks and money, the boy turned and left.

A quarter of an hour later, the girls in Baihualou joined hands and formed a circle as if facing an enemy. The girls in the building were extremely united at this moment.

The gold, silver, money, and jade hairpins thrown on the table were true, but the uncle-like young man sitting by the table with his feet up and leaning on the back of the chair made them tremble with fear.

Although their business is open to business and they will not refuse anyone, but this young master!It really made them a little overwhelmed.

"What?" Shen Xian looked at the pile of precious things on the table, which was already all the cash he brought with him when he went out: "Not enough?"

"No, young master Shen," the old bustard was slender at Shen Xian, but he didn't dare to shake it, his well-maintained face showed a bitter look: "We still have to open for business here, you can go play somewhere else! "

This young master has also been here before, and spent money on girls before, but he didn't do any personnel work, didn't let the girls accompany the wine or talk, just sat there and stared blankly, a table full of good wine and good food, for a few hours She didn't move a single chopstick, the girl in the romantic venue sat beside her charmingly, Shen Xian took her as a log, she didn't speak by herself and didn't let others speak, she just sat by the side dryly, and accompanied Young Master Shen , more tired than attending Buddha, there is no girl who does not collapse.

This was not the most unbearable thing. Later, before the painful memory was finished, the old man in the middle spoke again.

"Aren't I doing business with you?" Shen Xian looked up at her with a serious face: "I have inquired before I came here, your Huakui girl is a hardware day, and I have so many here and there, If the Huakui girl is unable to come because of something, it is okay to ask other girls to come on top."

"...Then you pick and choose, how many of my girls can you choose!" The old bustard couldn't persuade him, and he didn't dare to ask for money, he just asked for this living Buddha to be sent away safely.

Usually, people laugh first when they see people, and the most enthusiastic girls are now pulling the collars, pulling the clothes, the thighs are not exposed, and the chests are covered. Pushing forward and hiding behind himself, no one dared to touch this bad luck.

"Let me take a look, I won't pick one, just pick one." Shen Xian muttered, looking over from there, looking at the girls who looked like water onions.

The girls were terrified, and they all took the opportunity to chat and avoid Shen Xian's gaze.

The boy has fair skin and warm eyes. He looks much better than the girls here.

Shen Xian looked at it for a long time, and found that the girls here were all similar in appearance, with a layer of powder on their faces and a thin layer of rouge, and their clothes were all gauze skirts and pink clothes, and they were not cold in winter.

Just as he was about to choose two at random, before Shen Xian raised his hand, a figure walked in from outside the gate. The wind was bleak, but that person was colder than the severe cold in this winter.

Shen Xian shrank his neck, unconsciously guilty.

"Young master Zhou, you are here!" The old bustard smiled like a flower, twisted her slender waist to meet her, took out her handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: "We didn't do anything to young master Shen, the girl stood up properly. Here it is!"

As soon as Zhou Mingchao came out, everyone in Baihualou breathed a sigh of relief. Young Master Shen came here because he had such a flaw. He not only tortured the girls in the building mentally, but at first Zhou Mingchao thought that Shen Xian was young. Being seduced, Shen Xian would not be obedient every time he came to Baihualou to arrest someone. When he was dragged by the neck and dragged out of the door, he would throw things all the way. When Young Master Shen comes, Baihualou will be refurbished.

Not daring to find someone to pay for it, the old bustard opened his mouth and looked at Zhou Mingchao's icy cold eyes, and he was completely defeated, willing to admit defeat and watched him leave with the young man who kept abusing him.In particular, after a few days, the city lord also heard the news that Shen Xian came to Baihualou, and he asked people to check the account of Baihualou intentionally or unintentionally, or a group of people chased the fugitives, a group of people with knives and full of evil spirits... Officers and soldiers came to the building to rummage through it, and even some guests were scared away. The girls sighed as they saw the back of the benefactor leaving with his clothes on.

Therefore, Shen Xian was almost on the blacklist of Baihualou. Now that Zhou Mingchao came, everyone present was relieved, and they were about to leave.

As soon as Zhou Mingchao entered the door, he saw Shen Xian sitting among a bunch of girls in thin dresses and skirts, with a frivolous look, and it looked like he was about to pick a girl.

"Come back with me." Zhou Mingchao stood in front of Shen Xian, his expression a bit ugly.

"Young Master Zhou should go and accompany your noble princess." Shen Xian looked at him from the corner of his eyes, and said in a deliberately annoying tone: "What am I, it's so cold, it's hard for you to go there in person."

The yin and yang are weird, and it sounds like it needs to be cleaned up.

"Xian Xian is obedient," Zhou Mingchao approached and grabbed Shen Xian's wrist, and said in a low voice, "Go back and tell me if you have anything to say, there is no princess."

"I've heard that you're still lying," he said on his own. When Zhou Mingchao said that the princess and the two were blowing up again, the person who was able to speak calmly just now would turn his back on him: "Go back by yourself! Anyone who doesn't know you wants to go with you, the girl I just picked, why doesn't she come, let's go drink!"

As Shen Xian spoke, he stood up, shook off Zhou Mingchao's hand with a cold face, and struggled hard to not shake it off. It was a bit embarrassing, so he turned his face away: "Respect yourself."

Zhou Mingchao: "Idle."

Shen Xian tilted his head and didn't speak, as if he didn't know you well, don't call me that.

Just made up his mind to get angry, Zhou Mingchao looked down at him for a while, pursed his lips, bent down and put the hand holding Shen Xian on his shoulder with one hand, and copied Shen Xian's handwriting with the other hand. The knees hug people horizontally.

"..."

Still angry, he rose into the air, still in such a humiliating posture, Shen Xian was stunned for a while, and then began to kick his legs and struggle.

"Let go of me, I don't want you, let me go, and go to your princess! Zhou! Let me go!"

Then he began to call Zhou, the young man's voice was clear, and it sounded good when he shouted like this, but it was too loud, and Zhou Mingchao was afraid that he would spoil his voice.

"Be obedient, I'll go back and explain to you."

Zhou Mingchao whispered to the noisy person in his arms, and when he raised his eyes to look at the bustard, he had that unfamiliar look again.

The old bustard is very understanding, even if they were a little confused when they saw Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao making a scene at first, now they see that they are hugging people and there is nothing they don’t understand, they are the ones who can understand the most these things.

With one look at Zhou Mingchao, she knew what he was thinking.

"I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Zhou. Young Master Shen has never stepped into our Baihua Building after leaving this door."

Especially the ancestor didn't drop a cup and chopsticks in the building before leaving, so they are already grateful for walking in such a calm manner.

"It's work."

Zhou Mingchao nodded to her, carried Shen Xian in his arms and walked away.

Walking to a book, Shen Xian, who was already quiet, started to make a fuss again.

"You put me down first, I still have something to do." Shen Xian pushed Zhou Mingchao's chest hard: "You let go."

Today's Xianxian was really disobedient, Zhou Mingchao's face sank a bit, he held Shen Xian's hand tightly, and walked out without listening to him.

Seeing that he was about to reach the door, Shen Xian quickly grabbed the pillar in the hall, half of his body was hanging on Zhou Mingchao's body, and half of him hugged the pillar and refused to let go.

"Brother Zhou," after arguing all the way, Shen Xian was a little tired, he took a breath: "You let me down."

Zhou Mingchao's picturesque eyebrows and eyes were a little dark, he looked at Shen Xian who was holding the pillar: "What are you going to do?"

"That, that," struggling to stretch out one hand, Shen Xian vigilantly circled the pillar with the remaining hand: "I haven't taken my money yet."

Before the girl touched her hand, his money could not be wasted.

Zhou Mingchao: "..."

His face was already unreadable.

Shen Xian was worried, but still very firm: "Can I take my money?"

The winking girl quickly wrapped up the gold, silver and jade pendants on the table, and handed them to Shen Xian.

Shen Xian stretched out his hand to tie it with a smile, and held his money in his arms: "Thank you, sister."

Then, he patted the things in his arms, nestled in Zhou Mingchao's arms with peace of mind, and said, "Brother Zhou, let's go."

Brother Zhou looked a little angry, it's better for him not to provoke him.

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A few days later, the city lord greeted his friends at a banquet.

"Your child has grown up," the friend smiled tacitly.

The mayor doesn't know why.

The man continued to laugh: "A few days ago, I saw Young Master Shen spending a lot of money in Baihualou!"

In fact, this person was just passing by, and happened to see the scene where Shen Xian put money on the table.

City Lord: "..."

Shen Xian sneezed, and he wrapped his clothes tightly: "Who? Who is thinking of me?"