Chapter 254: Xiao Langjun, how are you?

He looked out the dark window from time to time.
He has been sitting here for an entire hour, but the bandit leader has not yet appeared...
When he was anxious, someone finally opened the door.
The girl's light gauze skirt, her collarbone is like jade, and her fingertips hold a thin pipe.
She raised her red lips, and spit out smoke rings at him ambiguously: "Shen Langjun, don't come here all right."
Shen Yichao's face was slightly cold.
This woman is...
He solemnly said, "Are you the oiran of Yulouchun? Have you also been caught up to the mountain?"
Han Yanliang's smoking action was slightly stagnant.
She stared at Shen Yichao disgustedly, "Yulouchun is a place for singing songs, not Huajie Liuxiang. My mother is not an oiran, my mother is the king of this cottage!"
Shen Yichao was silent.
It turns out that the mountain bandit on the tea horse road has a female king...
He furrowed his brows, staring at Han Yanliang fearfully, and shrank as she approached.
Until there was no retreat, the entire back was stuck on the wall.
He kept his hands in his sleeves, maintaining his loneliness and arrogance, "What do you want to do to me?"
He has not forgotten that in the early spring of Yuanri, there was a glimpse from the songlou, the woman's red lips slightly opened, and she smiled and called him to play in the past.
This woman must like him.
Han Yanliang leaned down in front of him.
She blinked a pair of water eyes, slowly approaching him, her red lips close at hand.
Shen Yichao slowly clenched his hands in his sleeves.
This woman has a very special tobacco fragrance all over her body, and it is mixed with a little blood. It is not good, but it is definitely on the top, like a poppy, which has a fatal attraction to men.
His eyes fell on her red lips.
Do you want to accept it?
Such a woman who is sent to the door doesn't know if it is clean...
He hesitated for a while, his heart was anxious, and he was about to kiss, but was deliberately avoided by Han Yanliang.
She tilted her head slightly, and the corners of her red lips just brushed his lips.
She chuckled unclearly.
The slender hand picked up the scissors on the window sill behind him at will, and she turned and walked towards the bronze fish lamp, leaving only Shen Yichao with a charming back.
Shen Yichao gritted his teeth.
This woman is teasing him on purpose!
He closed his eyes, blood was surging, and he was restless.
Han Yanliang lazily cut off the long wick, his voice sarcastically: "Chang'an Shen Family, Da Yong Mingmen. Shen Xiaolang Jun is a famous second-grade son, why can't he sit still like this? I don't know, I thought. You have sores on your butt."
Butt sore...
Shen Yichao was embarrassed.
How could this woman talk so vulgarly while looking at her beauty?
Nanjia Xiaowu is an eighth grade, this woman, he thinks that she is a ninth grade, he feels shy!
She shouldn't be able to enter the product!
He calmed his mind and said coldly: "How did you know that I came from Da Yong Shen's house?"
"A little investigation, you can know." Han Yanliang lit the candle wick of the bronze fish lamp, and sat opposite Shen Yichao, "Shen Xiaolangjun can you tell me the story of Dayong in your spare time tonight? The general, down to the people of the Li people, the little woman listens respectfully."
Shen Yichao was silent.
It turns out that this woman took him captive to the mountain to understand Dayong.
He said: "I don't talk to the laity."
"Heh..." Han Yanliang smiled, his jade hand resting his cheeks, a pair of water eyes gazed at Shen Yichao gently, "Why do I look, Xiao Lang Jun seems very disappointed? You refuse to talk to me, do you think What else do you do with me? Xiao Langjun, you are good or bad!"
In the corner of the case, a candle was lit.
In the candlelight, she laughed so charmingly, making Shen Yichao intolerable.
He closed his eyes and read the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra silently in his heart.
As soon as I read "Lose is emptiness, emptiness is color", the tobacco fragrance suddenly became strong.
Han Yanliang sat down next to Shen Yichao.
Dancome's slender hands were dyed on his shoulders ambiguously.
She took his hand and held the small brass scissors with him to cut the jumping candle wick.
If her lips touched Shen Yichao's auricles seemingly, "It doesn't matter if Xiao Langjun refuses to tell me the story. I'm satisfied with cutting the West Window candle with you tonight."
She tilted her head, her cheek resting on his shoulder, like an attachment.
The homeland is like a dream, far away.
Being close to the man from this homeland can also be regarded as consolation.
Shen Yichao's body was tight, like a bowstring.
The girl's body is soft and tender, so leaning on his shoulders makes him restless, like a sore on his butt-ah, like an ant on a hot pot.
His voice rolled, low and hoarse: "When can I go down the mountain?"
The girl is delicate: "Little Langjun, I'm so lonely, stay with me more."
The east wind blew away the stars overnight.
The next day, Qianqiu Snow Inn.
Nan Baoyi slept late last night, and when she woke up, she found that Xiao Yi had gone to the disaster relief team and was not in the house.
She cleaned and dressed herself, studied the maps of the county for a while, and decided to go to the Yuelao Temple by the river in the afternoon.
She shook her fan and went downstairs and saw Cheng Deli and Nan Yan arguing in the lobby.
She asked the shopkeeper for a table of dishes and watched while eating.
Nan Yan cried and complained that Cheng Deji didn't go to kill the bandits, just didn't hurt her.
Cheng Dezhou scolded her for being ignorant, saying that the suppression of bandits is not a trifling matter, and it is impossible to mobilize troops and horses casually.
Nan Baoyi sucked a bite of thin shrimp noodles.
"Last night, the guests next door came to complain. If it weren't for the identity of Master Cheng, I really want to blast them out!" The shopkeeper personally delivered a bird's nest with rock sugar and red dates, "Master Hou told me before going out this morning. The little kitchen prepared for the girl, how do you taste the stew?"
Bird's Nest with Rock Sugar!
Nan Baoyi's eyes lit up.
She held a small bowl and took a bite, which was tender and sweet.
Thinking that this was prepared by the minister of authority personally instructed the kitchen to prepare, she couldn't help but feel a special sweetness in her heart, and even her mood was much more lively.
When she was eating happily, over there in the lobby, Cheng Deji actually started with Nan Yan!
He slapped Nan Yan's face and said angrily: "I brought you out, not asking you to cause me trouble! They were all caught up to the mountain, so why didn't Nan Baoyi fight the bandits?!"
"Cheng Dezhou, I'm your woman!" Nan Yan covered her face in disintegration, "Your own woman was captured by bandits, don't you want to take revenge?! What kind of man are you?!"
She ran out of the inn crying.
Nan Baoyi licked the bird's nest spoon.
Nan Yan is very vain, and her petty-mindedness must be reported.
She was caught up to the mountain by the bandits, which was tantamount to a humiliation to her. In order to maintain her reputation, she would definitely hope that all bandits would die.
But expecting the coward of Cheng Deji to avenge her, it is estimated that the next life will be difficult.
She feels better.
After lunch, she still held her group fan and strolled happily along the street.
She bought her favorite dress and hairpin jewelry, and ordered the shopkeeper to send it directly to Youshan Yaju.
She bought some sweet cakes to eat, followed the bustle and unknowingly walked to the Yuelao Temple by the river.
Countless vendors going to the market set up stalls around Yuelao Temple.
Young men and women rub shoulders together, not only to go to the fair, but also to worship the old men and women for marriage. It is very lively.
Nan Baoyi took a bite of the pumpkin cake and unexpectedly saw two acquaintances in the crowd.