Vol 10 Chapter 39: Mei Ruo Chun Tao

The faces of the two changed at the same time, and they looked at each other. In this small place in Jiajing, how could anyone detain him as your majesty? Is it a private visit to the Song Dynasty?
Fang Lang frowned, looking for the source of the sound. But I heard a voice from a small attic next to him: "Your Majesty!" This time the voice was high, and with a hint of eagerness.
He hurriedly raised his head and poured a basin of water on his face. Fang Lang's eyes were quick and his hand was about to get away. But the little beggar didn't have such a sensitive feeling as his. Pouring a basin of water on his body made it all wet. The little beggar was dumbfounded, then raised his head and pointed at the attic upstairs and yelled. A figure also appeared in the attic, beating and cursing at him: "Let you avoid it, are you deaf?"
The little beggar suddenly realized, knowing that he was in the wrong, and gave him a vicious look. Turning his head to greet Fang Lang to open, he saw Fang Lang look at himself strangely. The little beggar looked down, but saw that his clothes were soaked. She was originally dressed in thin clothes and was messy and messy and couldn't see it. But at this time the clothes were wet, and the worn clothes were sticking together, making them very thin. She is 13 or 14 years old without Zhang Cheng's body, but she is still attractive in this era. Even in modern times, there are uncles who are obsessed with little loli.
Thirteen cardamoms and fourteen are beautiful, and fifteen is an older woman. The writer Su Shi likes a 13-year-old girl. He often buys it and sells it for two days, and then buys another one. What else could the little beggar do? He kicked Fang Lang immediately, and said angrily: "What to look at, close your eyes."
Fang Lang reacted quickly, holding her ankle with backhand, and said with no good air: "Where did you think about it, I really look at your arm."
The little beggar was grabbed by his ankle, and the atmosphere was incomparable. Turning his head and looking at his excited wrist, there was a slender blood stain. Obviously, he was accidentally scratched by a stone just now, but he did not study abroad, and he had no idea. You don’t need offspring these days. It’s okay to have a wound, even if you take some medicine for tetanus.
She was dressed in a beggar's clothes, and she was in a panic. It would be no good if she had a wound and infection. Thinking of this, he knew that he had misunderstood Fang Lang, but he refused to apologize, groaning and saying, "Let go!"
Fang Lang hurriedly let go of her ankles, licking her robe and said in private: "Wrap it up, and I will buy you a piece of clothing. You are wet, if you get typhoid at night, it won't be good."
The little beggar was somewhat warm, wrinkled his nose and snorted: "I am not so weak in bones, so you are kind."
Fang Lang showed a warm smile, obviously he didn't mind. Of course, he doesn't mind, but he is somewhat guilty now. The little beggar got water on his body, and his appearance appeared a little bit. Fang Lang concluded that she was a beautiful woman at first, but now it's not necessary to take the word for her.
This little girl is really a natural beauty, her beauty is like his peach blossom, fresh and gorgeous. Danhong makes spring and autumn water makes eyes. A round face, his facial features are extremely delicate. Anything that jumps out of the body is rare in the world. Together, it is fascinating.
Now that he is still young and his temperament has not been developed, in the past few years, I am afraid that some emperors will get this little girl if they don't do it.
Coupled with the appearance of being wet just now, even though Fang Lang had no special habit, he was also drunk.
When the two went down the mountain road, Fang Lang could not help but drag her to buy clothes. This time, he also showed a bit of domineering, and little beggars were allowed to talk. The strange thing is that in the face of his tyranny, the little beggar did not resist much, but naturally refused to bow his head verbally. Now that he bought the clothes, Fang Lang naturally refused to let her live outside. In the evening, he made a room for her to rest, and asked him to prepare hot water for a bath.
Although the little beggar has never resisted, he has no good face. Entering the room, Peng closed the door with a cry, and Fang Lang shut it outside. Fang Lang wanted to see how she shouted on her clothes, and there was no chance at this time. There was nothing to say all night, and Fang Lang got up early the next morning. When I arrived at the door of the little beggar, I couldn't hear the quinoa initiative. Fang Lang was afraid that she would run away, so he stopped for a while before he heard the lazy sound of getting up.
He didn't worry anymore and went straight downstairs to wait for him, and then he got downstairs. Suddenly noticed a table of people, his expression moved slightly. The people on this table are all dressed in snow-white clothes, headed by a handsome man, and the rest are all beautiful and unusual girls. Like the men, the young girls are all in white clothes, like snow, and their purples are extraordinary, and they also have a slight fairy air on their bodies. Needless to say, the white-clothed man has white clothes, handsome foreign trade, slightly high nose, white lips, bright eyes like water, with a feminine beauty.
The people who came and went and those in the Jiajing Tower couldn't help but look at the people at this table, their eyes were jealous, envy, and obsessed.
Needless to say, there are many men who are secretly well-behaved, even the boss lady who wants to be reserved, but instead of sneaking out to take a look, the color is full and watery, obviously fascinated by this man. And those women are also purple junior high school, a few people gathered together, even more irrational.
No matter which one marries home, you can be happy for most of your life. However, despite their charm, a few women did not have the slightest arrogant look. Instead, they showed respect to the man, lowering their eyebrows and pleasing to the eye.
The man was even more arrogant, and he looked dismissive of everyone. It provokes so many eyes, but ignores anyone at all.
Fang Lang was curious about the identities of these people, but he quickly retracted his gaze. However, the man saw the curiosity in his eyes, and immediately withdrew his gaze.
Fang Lang sat on the seat not far from the man, let Xiao Er serve a table of leeks, and waited for the little beggar to come down. Suddenly, an unusual atmosphere came. Fang Lang raised his head subconsciously, but saw everyone's eyes looking at the stairs. Fang Lang also looked over subconsciously, his eyes lit up suddenly.
On the stairs, a beautiful woman came slowly. A pink shirt, like a blooming flower. Her appearance dimmed the brilliance of the women in white immediately, and almost no one was watching them.
The beauty of this woman is different from the beauty of the few women who do not provoke the dust in the world. It is a beauty that is like the surging autumn water and the blue waves of the river. As if she appeared, the entire Jiajing Tower was in the Taoyuan, full of fragrance.
The girl was watched by so many people, her face was slightly hot, and it was a touch of pink. She lowered her head unnaturally, glancing at Fang Lang from the corner of her eye, and then she had the mainstay, and stared at him fiercely, "Don't you know what you told me when you get up? Just eat for yourself!"..
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