Rotten Terrier

Pingkangfang is really singing every night, and the blue sky now looks quiet, like a lazy puppy.

In front of each house leaned against pretty ladies in twos and threes, wrapped around the handkerchiefs, chatting with each other. The fan in his hand dangled like a mosquito.

However, the powdery smell was still strong, and Chang Shu was choked with two sneezes, covering her nose with her sleeve, and whispering.

The shoulders trembled slightly with the vibrating chest cavity.

They entered the north gate of Pingkang Fang, along the boulevard paved with willow trees, a square square with an archway in the center. Mu Qingchen turned around in the same place under the archway, raised his foot to the left, and the direction to go was Beiqu.

Afraid of being left behind, Chang Shusheng speeded up his pace to catch up with her, circling around all the way.

At first she thought that Mu Qingchen was looking for a place to fight with Lin Pinru, but as a result, she wanted to go wrong, Mu Qingchen walked into a deep alley without stopping.

The alleys are so narrow that they can’t accommodate them walking side by side. They can only be staggered one after the other. The open channels on both sides are filled with wanton piles of garbage, pile after pile, which emits sour smell and fishy in dry and hot weather. Rotten air, they invariably lowered their breath.

The farther you go, the stronger the odor, which makes people shed tears, and the flies surround the left and right in black, making people's scalp numb.

Chang Shutian's proud son, how could he stand this, his arms tightly bound Mu Qingchen's waist like two vines, buried his face in her arms, and said dullly, go back.

Mu Qingchen was cruel to everyone, but couldn't do it to her, caressed her waistcoat around her, and walked a few steps forward, then put her lips to her ears and said, it's here.

Chang Shu felt relieved, poked his head out, looked around, and asked, "Which one?"

"right."

Without waiting for her voice to fall, Chang Shuma slipped into the wide narrow gate of the two people on the right and into the yard.

It is said that the courtyard is actually a small patio, and the area surrounded by four walls is really small and pitiful.

The stone bricks under my feet are not neatly paved, sparsely, and green-yellow grass grows in the gaps. Among them are one or two little yellow flowers that cannot be named. They are long and slender, but they are tenacious. They can't bend no matter how you step on them. fold.

"Where is this?"

Chang Shu looked around, the sunlight outside the patio circle shining straight down, softening the lines on her face.

She didn't like it very much, feeling that the top of her head was hot, spread the peach blossom fan to the side of her bun, and covered it.

Mu Qingchen pointed to the font on the door panel, and said, "Drunk Dream Tower."

"This word... really ugly."

Crooked, like a cramped ghost claw.

Princess Mu Ning said in a fair way.

Mu Qingchen disagrees with her aesthetics: "No, it's quite Ding Zhenkai's demeanor."

"Just your mouth is poor."

Mu Qingchen raised her eyebrows and shrugged playfully, glanced over the moss in the corner, stepped behind Chang Shu, put her hands on her shoulders, and pushed her forward step by step.

Only three or two steps away from the patio, into the small building.

"Mom, I've come out to greet the distinguished guests. Please bring out the most expensive young man to my young master." Mu Qingchen shouted.

etc!

Xiaobo! ?

Chang Shu's eyes widened, and the alarm bell rang out in her heart.

Although the great Chinese national style is enlightened, it is mostly just the difference between the Lord and Zijun, but this does not mean that "the difference between men and women" is lost.

Just abduct her to visit the kiln, but also abduct her to prostitute her!

The face of the eldest princess is no more.

Chang Shu was angrily and couldn't wait to pick up her son, and theoretically with Mu Qingchen on the spot.

The most expensive boy is Qingxia, let alone, she looks really good, there is a kind of delicate and clean unique to Jiangnan Erlang, like snow, crystal clear, and it will melt with the slightest heat.

When forcing people to talk to him, they will unconsciously lower the volume.

Why is this skin bag mixed in Beiqu? If it is placed in Nanqu and Zhongqu, it will definitely be a top-notch one.

"You think I don't want to spread it!" Qing Xia spoke with a Shujun accent, and she didn't know if she was from the Chengdu government. Maybe she could recognize a fellow with Niu Juhua.

He stood up, stepping on the round stool with one foot, shaking his legs like a rascal, holding half a roast chicken in his hand, and he was very indifferent: "It's not the son of the tortoise, Lin Pinru, I am a fairy. plate!"

He yelled and slobbered.

Chang Shu grew up so big, the first time she met a rough person who dared to yell in front of her, this shocking posture almost frightened her. She took a sip of tea and moved aside uncomfortably.

Mu Qingchen finally found out about the relationship between this person and Lin Pinru, and rushed over excitedly, just to listen to the gossip of the two of them, to see if he could come up with a way of fighting for a tooth.

Seeing that Chang Shu wasn't quite used to it, he simply changed positions with her, sat next to Qingxia, poured wine for him, and said a dialect learned from Niu Juhua: "Come on, drink, the three of us are in a long battle. "

A hint of surprise flashed in Qing Xia’s beautiful eyes. She grabbed the wine glass and drank it, her protruding apple slid up and down, unspeakably sexy: "Brothers, you come to comment on the ceremony, I was originally working in Nanqu. Well, the monthly basic salary has always been money, and the worst commission is 70 or 80, not to mention the rewards of the guest officials, the sales performance is the first place in that gai, hiccup..."

He drank a full glass, hiccuped, and his ears were a little red. It is estimated that he made his face after drinking: "People give the nickname'People do everything possible', oh, the reputation is so big!"

Mu Qingchen and Chang Shu: "..."

This seems to be a derogatory term.

"But, I'm not dead. I met Lin Pinru one day three months ago. It's really a passing year to break into the ghost! He came to Master Shang Shudu of the Ministry of Industry, so that...what is it, oh yes, what is Khitan, Yelu...I don’t understand anyway. Master Du seems to be very eager to see him, his tongue is clumsy, and his temper is straight. I had to rush up to stop him, who knew Lin Pinru would put me in the opposite direction!"

Yelu?

The surname of the Khitan royal family.

Mu Qingchen caught the keyword and looked at each other with Chang Shu.

"He's a fool. From then on, he held his handicraft and followed me upstairs and downstairs every night. He was fierce and wicked. Who would dare to prostitute me? The performance fell off a cliff. In March, I fell to Beiqu..."

He looked upset, poured another glass of wine, and then stopped after the noise. He looked up desolately and looked at the spider web hanging on the roof. There are four big characters written on the forehead-life is no love.

"You also know that Xiaoyao eats youth rice... My job bowl, it's smashed in his hands, **** fucking, it's smashed along with Lao Tzu's youth!"

"Then you just follow him." Mu Qingchen hurried.

"Shovel!" Qingxia spit out the chicken bones in her mouth, with two shiny sesame seeds sticking to her face. "Unfortunately handsome, he is handsome, if he sounds better, he is only a 9th-rank official. It must not be as much as my little boy, in the future he will raise me or I will raise him!"

Mu·Cong Nine Pin Correction·Qing Chen expressed dissatisfaction!

"Look at Namu Qingchen, you still have a tiger ass, I'm pooh, those who eat the eldest princess, those who live with the eldest princess, and those who have divorced their wives, don't be ashamed! It's reasonable to eat soft food!"

Simply unbearable!

Mu Qingchen stood up "rubbingly", the back of his hand burst into blue veins, and smiled grimly: "Dare to ask where is your family's ancestral grave?"

I'm going to plan!

Qingxia: "?"

Chang Shu hurriedly put a hand on her chest, to please her. Wu asked himself: "You said Lin Pinru follows you every night, will he come tonight too?"

"No," Qingxia waved her hands in disgust, saying the truth, "After I moved to Beiqu, business was not as good as before. He only came the next day. The last time I came was... four days ago, most of the night. The window crawled in and scared people to death. When I came in, I vomited a mouthful of blood. It was so dark that I was not allowed to light the lamp, and there was a bag in my brain!"

Four days ago...night.

Isn't that the night he assassinated Mu Qingchen?

Chang Shu understood that Zui Meng Lou happened to be located in Beiqu. Lin Pinru hit him with a palm and walked not too far, so he turned the window and entered the house, begging Qingxia to take it in.

"I haven't come back these few days?"

"How could it come from such a serious injury... It's too dangerous to be a bad person. I have to go to Jingzhao Mansion Yingmao when I wake up the next day. I persuaded him not to go, but he didn't listen."

Of course I won't listen. If I don't respond as usual, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

Chang Shu sneered slightly, and threw the purse around her waist to Qingxia: "Don't tell Lin Pinru that we have been here."

Qingxia's eyes lit up, her mouth opened so that she could stuff an egg: "Don't worry, I can't say a word."

He swore to himself, tore open the purse, and roughly counted, he actually counted more than ten silver collars. Old ancestor fairy, other people can do their best for so many years, the first time I have met such a big-handed person.

In front of the door of Zuimenglou, the flies were still crowded, Mu Qingchen pulled the door frame firmly.

"You let me go, I won't go, today I have to plan the Qingxia family's ancestral grave."

Chang Shu couldn't get entangled with it, so she had to retreat as progress: "...you like this...you will have tire air..."

"Oh yes!"

Mu Qingchen suppressed his heart and fire, squeezed his small fist, and walked away angrily, passing through the rancid stench... and stopped at the entrance of the alley.

"I can't swallow this breath, what is eating soft rice? Who is eating soft rice!"

Chang Shu looked calm and focused on moving forward. When passing by, he grabbed her by the neckline and pulled her forward, out of Pingkangfang, and onto the street.

"I haven't experienced this kind of suffocation." After entering Changlemen and stepping onto the boundary of Taiji Palace, Mu Qingchen still remembered.

On the long palace road, their shadows are closely connected, stretched out by the setting sun, and the color gradually becomes grayish white.

"You, what do you care about with a little boy?" Chang Shu stepped into the Hulan Temple and laughed.

"Listen to what he said, make it clear that I'm not as good as he was a scumbag..." Mu Qingchen then crossed the threshold and onto the robbing veranda, hitting a person head-on at the corner.

This person is a cow chrysanthemum who has just returned from the "Guimenguan". He seems to have slept, his red dress is wrinkly wrapped around his body, there are residues of facial fat on his face, and his complexion is very uneven.

The mouth fat on the lips blurs out a circle on the outside of the lips, like an open blood basin.

More importantly, the hair is still loose, messy and greasy, and the whole figure is like a wild boar with only ridged hair.

This is what his mother is called "break into the ghost".

Mu Qingchen almost touched the tip of his nose, and was shocked in a flash. He took a hard breath, and with this inhalation, the skin and flesh of the neck were deeply sunken...

Rolling his eyes, he fell straight back and fell to the ground.

Everything happened so quickly that Chang Shu couldn't react in time, and she backed away in a panic, and then squatted forward to her side and shook her arm.

"Light dust, light dust."

"Punma, master." Niu Juhua awkwardly rubbed the two tuo Cai Baozi stuffed in front of his chest, hid behind the porch, and called her weakly.

Mu Qingchen finally brought it back with a sigh of relief, and his bloodless hand was weakly scratched in the air: "...I was too frightened...I...I have a tyre..."

Boom!

Thunder blasted Chang Shu's top!