After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

Knowing their relationship, Zhao Xu didn't force him anymore, and said very caringly: "Then Xiao Chu and I will go to the bathhouse first. If the two of you are bored in the inn, you can go to the night market in Jindu, it will be better here. Yanxia Town is much more prosperous."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xu and Xiao Chu walked out of the inn one after another.

Just because a man doesn't want to go, doesn't mean he doesn't want to go!You two try to persuade this pedantic and ignorant old stubborn again, he has never experienced such an interesting place in the bathhouse in his previous life!

I heard from other ghosts that there are many naked men in the bathhouse together. They don't know each other well, but they can be like a family, rubbing each other's backs, and talking and chatting!

What princes and grandchildren, with such a good place, they don't think about themselves, what do they care about men's opinions!

Do you understand what it means to share blessings? !

When Fu Xuan thought about coming, he felt that he had to go, so he couldn't help waving to the two of them, deliberately pretending that he didn't hear Cui Yan's words, and wanted to take advantage of the momentum to follow.

"Hey!"

It hurt so much, his neck was about to be strangled.

Cui Yan knew that he was quick-witted, so he grabbed Fu Xuan by the back of his collar, led him up the stairs without any explanation, and did not forget to warn: "If these two legs really can't be idle, I will help you. I thought of a good place to go."

"" Fu Xuan turned his head to look at him, thinking that Cui Yan was serious about finding happiness for himself.

The man looked at his slender and straight legs, his eyes shrank suddenly, and he continued, "It's better to chop up the Manzhushahua and fertilize it for Huangquan. It's such a high honor that even the idle ghosts around won't be able to get it, so you won't be able to." It’s a loss.”

Fu Xuan fought against each other like walking on thin ice, and said with a smirk: "Such a good job, don't take advantage of my servant."

Hmph, only a fool wants such an honor!Knowing to play tricks on weak ghosts for fun, narrow-minded and old-fashioned, I can't complain about being alone for thousands of years!

He watched helplessly as their master and servant left, and he could only go upstairs with Cui Yan with a good face.

In the room, there is steam.

The white and tender skin was soaked in the middle of the water, and large patches of light red quietly floated up.

Fu Xuan said bitterly: "Cui Lang, we have finally come to the world. Of course, we have to experience the scenery of the world. What's the point of casting a spell on me to produce a bathtub and hot soup like you?"

He puffed up his cheeks, stood up angrily from the barrel, and while wiping his drenched body, he complained about the man's incomprehensible behavior.

"Then what's the point of wanting as you say?"

Cui Yan sat upright and looked at him, seeing the red mark of the pinch marks he had left on his body last night, his lower abdomen tightened involuntarily, and the tip of his tongue playfully pressed against the back molars.

Fu Xuan looked at the expression on the man's animal desire, and knew that the man would be wrong.

Knowing that he was not Cui Yan's opponent, he hurriedly grabbed the clothes hanging on the wooden pole and changed them quickly.

"It's not what Cui Lang thought. I just want to visit the night market." He explained palely.

The streets of Jindu extend in all directions, and there are many shops built along the moat. It is as complicated as a maze, and it is full of struggles and snakes.

At the beginning of the night, the singing and dancing girls of the band are sitting leisurely on the deck of a passenger ship with carved beams and painted buildings, holding the pipa lazily, and slowly plucking the strings. The melodious singing and graceful dancing complement each other.

Pedestrians on both sides of the river leaned on the protective fence built by the government, and looked at the beauties on the passenger boat from a distance. Many of them would take out broken silver and copper plates and throw them on the boat to convey their love.

There are also exquisite lotus lanterns floating on the gurgling water, making the beauty and beauty seem to be in a dreamlike picture scroll.

"Xiao Lang, do you want a lantern?" The peddler held two lanterns of different colors and showed them to Fu Xuan eagerly.

"The pink one is the wishing lotus. As long as you write your wish on paper and hide it in the flower core, the immortals in Tiangong will try to help you realize it; the white one is the longing lotus. Put what you want to say in it and it will flow along the water. Float to the underworld, and the people who think about you will be able to understand your mind."

The peddler talked about the lotus lantern in an exaggerated way, trying to fool Fu Xuan who seemed immature and easy to deceive.

Fu Xuan asked excitedly: "Cui Lang, is this lotus lantern really so effective?"

If it works, he wants to buy a pink one, and let the gods in the sky take care of Cui Yan, who forced prostitutes to be good, and kept a good ghost from being reincarnated.

Cui Yan felt dumbfounded at the behavior of mortals who put all their hopes on the gods without asking for others, so he ruthlessly said: "It would be more useful for you to ask me directly."

"Okay, then I don't want it."

Fu Xuan put the lantern back on the booth in frustration.

They continued to wander aimlessly, and the two crowned men happened to pass by Fu Xuan, walking hurriedly.

One person asked: "Brother Jiang, my wife and I missed the hour yesterday, so I had no choice but to break the appointment. Can you tell me about the time that Mr. Yuelai Teahouse talked about yesterday?"

Another person put his arms around that person's shoulders, and responded enthusiastically: "Let's talk while walking, if it's late, there will be no seats. Yesterday I talked about the little fairy official Tan Fa who died in the battle of the demons thousands of years ago."

Fu Xuan was upset, "Cui Lang, after walking around for so long, my legs are so sore, why don't we go and listen to the books?"

"En." Cui Yan rarely dismissed his suggestion.

Fu Xuan was a little surprised. Instead of stopping himself, the man showed a little interest.

It seems that no matter whether it is a human being, a ghost or a living god, most of them like to listen to stories.

They arrived at the right time, there happened to be a separate private room left on the second floor, not only could they have a panoramic view of the Yuelai Teahouse, but they could also hear it much more clearly than the common seats on the first floor.

Perhaps because of the mentality that the moon in Jindu is rounder than Jinlingtai, Fu Xuan felt that the storyteller's voice was more mellow, and his figure was thinner and charming.

The storyteller knocked on the gavel and stood straight in the middle of the stage, his voice loud and clear.

"Last time, it was said that the god of war in the heavens was wounded by a fallen demon, and the immortal official Tan Fa was ordered to lead a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers to fight King Ashura in the coastal sea for three days and three nights. In times of crisis, the immortal Tan Fa did not hesitate to exhaust his immortal roots in order to save the common people. The god died on the banks of the Binhai River. Today, we will tell anecdotes about His Royal Highness Pluto."

Um? !Pluto?

Fu Xuan originally held his head and wanted to take a nap first, but when he heard what his husband was going to say, he didn't feel sleepy anymore.

"It's said that the Pluto's original body was a small black dragon. When he was young, he took over the mountain and became the king, causing harm to the world. At that time, Immortal Tan Fa was the head teacher of the heavens, specializing in cultivating spirit beasts with celestial karma. Wei Xiaojiao made waves and forcibly married the princess of the Yuezhi (same as 'Zhi') country who was hailed as the most beautiful woman at that time. The great wizard of the Yuezhi country was forced to sacrifice blood and ask for help from the emperor of heaven. It is to cut down the immortals in the world During this time, not only rescued the princess, but also brought the stubborn Xiaojiao back to the Heavenly Court for strict discipline."

"Immortal Tanfa was kind and kind, and taught without discrimination, so he passed on the scriptures to Xiaojiao. Who knew that Xiaojiao was a master of both sexes, and the two got along day and night, but Xiaojiao actually had a secret love for Immortal Tanfa. I have a lustful heart. When the fairy Tan Fa discovers it."

When the storyteller mentioned the key point, he began to play tricks again, which really whetted people's appetite.

A man stood up, straddled one leg on the bench very unrefinedly, and cursed, "How about when you find out?"

The people in the audience were very anxious, but they could only watch helplessly as the storyteller was removed from the stage, knocking on the table and scolding his mother one after another: "Every time I get stuck in the key place!"

The owner of the teahouse wiped his face with his sleeves, and said comfortingly: "All the officials are too late, first watch a belly dance in the Western Regions, and then listen to the sir to clarify your doubts."

After he clapped his hands to signal, a group of women of different races in cool clothes and veils came onto the stage with small steps, and immediately caught the attention of the spectators present, and the crowd slowly stopped.

Fu Xuan took a sneak peek at Cui Yan, and saw that he was calm, as if he hadn't been affected in any way.

He inadvertently thought of the story that Cui Yu told him that day, and it was a little bit in line. It seems that these anecdotes are not all groundless.

He asked softly: "Cui Lang, what will happen when you find out?"

Cui Yan held the small purple sand cup, gently swirled the tea in the cup, raised his eyebrows and said, "I will spend a good night with that little fairy official who cooks raw rice and mature rice."

For some reason, when the story came out of Cui Yan's own mouth, he felt that it was not so vivid and interesting.

Fu Xuan nodded dully, and replied a little embarrassedly, "Oh."

Cui Yan smiled and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, her sexy throat rolled up and down.

She said lightly, "Do you believe it?"

What does this mean?

Fu Xuan's eyeballs rolled around, like the spring light suddenly appeared after the clouds and mists were cleared, and the unreasonable joy overwhelmed the depression in his chest.

He didn't dare to speculate arbitrarily, so he could only pretend to be obedient and said: "Cui Lang Jinkou, whatever you say is what it is, I will definitely believe it."

"Hmph, sweet words." Cui Yan snorted coldly, then put down the small purple sand cup, and stared at Fu Xuan with deep phoenix eyes.

This flamboyant thick-skinned really has no limits, out of the ten sentences in his mouth, nine and a half sentences are uncountable, and the remaining half of the sentences have to be weighed and judged.

Fu Xuan was horrified by his stare, and he shook his body uncomfortably, eager to change the topic.

"I remember something. When Xue's family was hunting ghosts, Zhao Xu said that if ghosts stay in the world, they must have unfinished obsessions. Then Xie Yinxiang's obsession is revenge. Nujia thought about it. When he died, he was young. Sixteen, I haven't picked up the guests yet, so what is the obsession of the slave family?"

Cui Yan thought he really remembered something, so he asked seriously: "What is your obsession?"

Fu Xuan scratched his fingernails, hesitated for a long time, and then replied shyly, "Isn't it 'everyone can be a husband'?"

"You thought about that while on horseback?"

Cui Yan moved his fingers, only to hear the creaking sound of bones, which entered his ears.

Fu Xuan was so frightened that he accidentally spilled the hot tea on the clean clothes.

He lowered his head to drain the water, then pretended nothing happened, gently shook Cui Yan's wrist, and said, "Cui Lang, it's getting late, let's go back to the inn earlier."