The Flirtatious Scheme of the Vicious General's Daughter Chapter 4

Early in the morning, Jiang Liangzhu opened up Chunxin and Xiayi, and escaped from the next person. One person did not know what to do, and quietly left the government.
Waiting for her figure to sneak out of the gate of Jiang's house, followed by Chunxin and Xia Yi sighed.
Today is cold, Tiangenzi is blue, it is possible to snow.
The lady was covered with a big cockroach, and it just covered the sneak sneak inside.
This is the clothes that men wear. Is it not obvious that the lady is wearing such a body?
She must be going to the brothel again.
Thinking of her reason for hitting people in the brothel yesterday, Chunxin Xiayi understands. Miss, I am afraid that the more I think, the more I don’t want to go, the trouble of going to the woman in the green house.
But isn't this normal? When can the lady breathe a sigh of relief? What else does she want to cover up?
The two cockroaches looked at each other and saw the same guess in each other's eyes.
This time, the master is afraid of doing something more sinister.
Jiang Liangxi did not know that his whereabouts were discovered, and did not know what we were in the abdomen.
Her current mood is embarrassing and joyful.
Naturally, she is awkward. She wears the world alone, and the world is still the author of this book. All her historical knowledge is not useful. She can only take a step and be careful.
I am afraid that people will find their differences, and they will suddenly disappear from the book one day.
I am afraid to wear the original end of the game.
Afraid of the man in the book.
She is more embarrassed to change the story alone today.
But beyond, she is a little excited.
She is now a woman dressed as a man to go to the brothel!
Green building!
In my lifetime, I can see the living brothel with my own eyes!
Jiang Liangyu sat in the sedan chair and swayed to the Chunchun Building.
In fact, she was going to ride on horseback. Before she wore it in the book, she had a special love word. "Now I remember Jiangnanle. At that time, I was young and thin. I was riding on a diagonal bridge, and I was full of red sleeves. Tsui Ping Jin Ququ, drunk into the flowers. Seeing the flowering branches at this time, the white-headed oath does not return."
In particular, the phrase "riding on the oblique bridge" is even more popular with her heart. The picture of the young and arrogant teenager has always remained in her heart.
This will have a chance to achieve, how can I let it go?
Jiang Liangyu stepped on the spot in advance, before she left the house, she went to the stables.
It was clever to take care of Ma Rong’s boy and took her to the best horse in front of her. She asked her to be respectful.
However, Jiang Liangyu was an ordinary person in his previous life and would not ride a horse. She was afraid that she would not, and in the face of the next person, he was driven away.
I have no one to try to launch myself.
She is counting on the body of the original body to have memories. She has seen many such texts or movies. After passing through the past, she will not have anything, but her body still retains the habitual movements of the original body. The body is naturally right.
As it turns out, she doesn't have such a golden finger. She just tried to turn the stable to herself, stepped on one foot, did not mention kicking the horse to the belly, and was almost taken out by the stable.
After standing still, Jiang Liangyu sneaked around and looked around.
No one, perfect.
Fortunately, she just drove Xiaoxiao out, she was really wit.
Jiang Liangxi and the white horse had big eyes and blinked for a while. They found that the horse had bigger eyes, and did not want to admit defeat. He also wanted to lift his hooves.
Well, I have to mention more about the past, what is important for horse riding.
next question.
Jiang Liangyu sat in the seat of the first floor of the Hunchun Building, while admiring the small class girl's impeachment while waiting for someone to draw a fan.
The brothel is different from what she imagined.
It’s not so much a windy occasion, it’s better to say that it’s like an elegant meeting place, and it’s a lot of elegant seats. The guests are talking and laughing, the girls who accompany the girls are blowing and playing, and even some people are painting Dan Dan, just imagine with her. The difference is quite different.
Let her feel that she is a bit cumbersome.
When the turtle claws went to call the fan, Jiang Liangyu suddenly thought of one thing.
Hey, in this book, when the male master Shen Fang and his white moonlight painting fan know, the painting fan has been sold to the brothel.
The strictness of the brothel, the woman who painted the fan and sold it in, usually can't get out, then the place they know, I am afraid this is the brothel?
There is a fine plaque hanging above the broth, which reads the first class. The following is a small class of Qing dynasty. This is the highest grade in the brothel.
Again, the cost is very expensive.
Hey, looking at the love of a man, he lived in the backyard of her house, not saving money to visit such a good building.
Ah.
the man.
The painting fan hasn't come yet, and a son sits on the opposite side of the cool seat of Jiang Liangyu.
This son has a red fox fur long scorpion, a peach blossom in the corner of his eye, a small dimple in the corner of his mouth, and a little extravagant in his non-speaking fashion. When he speaks, he reveals that he does not learn the bottom of his surgery. The whole body is filled with "there is money." The atmosphere of the young master of leisure, screamed at Jiang Liang: "Xietai, there are a lot of individuals here, so you can make a table, can you make it?"
Jiang Liangxi wants to say that Xiongtai can't make it. I am going to take a story here, nothing to mix.
She is very concerned about swinging her hand.
This Xiongtai is probably a silly white sweet, and can't understand Jiang Liang's refusal. He used to know: "Xietai, thank you."
Jiang Liangxi:...
Fortunately, this man is very talkative. Look at Jiang Liangxi, who is not very familiar with this place. He asks: "Look at you a little bit, is it the first time?"
Jiang Liangyan looked back and saw that the turtle claws had attracted people. I don’t know why it was so long.
It’s really boring to wait for a person to wait. There is such a person who distracts attention, lest she sit alone here, nervous and a little stomachache.
Jiang Liang's brain turned and said: "I am a foreigner. I have been in Beijing for the first time. I have never seen such a prosperous place. The customs and customs do not understand everywhere. If the brothers don't give up, give me some advice?"
The man immediately gave her a vulture to the local customs of the capital, and the portal gossip.
Jiang Liangxi listened carefully, his expression remained serious and restrained, and his heart had already turned over.
I know this person! The end is terrible!
There is still such a thing, the words are not actually written!
Jiang Liangyu can hear it, and he can stand up next to a woman, and the sound of the delicate voice sounds.
"The son of the family forgive me, drawing a fan is late."
Jiang Liangyan immediately turned to look at her.
It is worthy of being a man's favorite person, even if his status is low, his clothes are not gorgeous, his makeup is faint, but only a simple stop, the fairy flutters.
Eye-catching, eyes spring water, it seems to contain countless mourning, pitiful, really a little beauty that makes people feel pity.
The fan of the painting was stared at by her, and she was afraid of not taking a step back.
Yesterday, I came to see her and told her that starting today, maybe this guest officer will come to her for trouble, let her be careful, if this person is really bad, send someone to find a sink, he will help she was.
Although Shen did not clearly state the identity of the person in front of him, but the fan also understands that this person's identity should be distinguished, not like ordinary people, she must be untouchable.
Moreover, others may look at her wearing men's clothing at a glance, and they are fooled into it, thinking that it is a very handsome young son.
However, the painting fan is in the brothel. There are too many men and women to watch. I saw a few more eyes yesterday and I saw it. The son is actually a lady.
A woman dressed as a man is very charming, and she is afraid that she will have a lot of contact with her, so that she can know her mood and remind her.
I don't know how, the fan is a bit uncomfortable.
Jiang Liangyu finished the person and asked, "Are you painting a fan?"
Yesterday, the young lady beat someone, is it because she is said to be like her? I don’t know when I turn around, or do I feel that I am in this position, not worthy of her?
The unsatisfactory and thicker in the heart of the painting fan, the convergence of the look, still soft and pleasing to the eye: "Yes."
Jiang Liangxi did not notice the rapid change of her look, but also thought about how to save the plot.
According to the story of the text, she should start looking for it now.
It is impossible to find faults in finding faults. I dare not find fault in this life.
In the words, Jiang Liangzhu came to the broth once this time, and directly smothered her. In addition to the face, there was nothing wrong with it, and everything else was smashed all over again, and the fan was blushing.
The fan is the most important face, the girls in the brothel, and the ladies who look at her beauty, a little admiration, all watched a big joke, crashed on the spot, cried into tears, and then hated Jiang Liangxi.
After that, Jiang Liangqi came to find the cockroach, and the fan was not weak, and the simmered and suffocated, directly shot and sold her out.
Jiang Liangxi thought about the previous plot and summed up the central idea.
Since the fan is the most important face, then to save the plot, you must start from here.
The only problem is that, if she doesn't follow the story, she doesn't understand what the process is.
Ginger Liang’s brain flashed in his head and said:
I heard that you are very good at playing, let’s play a song first.

This painting fan is the embryo of the new florets cultivated in Hunchun Building. The squad is all proficient in the chess and calligraphy.
When she first came in, she saw it. Almost every girl who was sitting at the table was impeaching. I thought it would be the basic skill of everyone in this Chunchun Building. Since the painting fan is as good as described, it can only be proficient, it is impossible. meeting.
The girls love to listen to good words, and when the painting fan is finished, she will touting it casually, so that she has a face.
The brothel girl has a daily turnover. Every time a table guest walks, he has to keep money under the plate. After the end of the day, count it. If the plate has less money, it may be embarrassing.
She left more money to help her open the dishes today, and this hatred is not easy to get married, right?
This countermeasure should be safe and it is a sub-question.
Oops, she is such a small ghost.
Unexpectedly, her words just fell, the fan was so embarrassed to bite the lip, the body stopped, did not move.
On the next door, a young guest with a back to Jiang Liangyu, and a slightly unrecognizable side, looked at it.
Jiang Liangxi has vaguely understood what is in the gap between the fan and the fan.
However, she did not wait for her reaction. The dear friend at the same table had already said it with a straightforward voice: "Since the son has been ordered, you will hurry and play, what are you waiting for?"
This man is not a cheap girl. When he sat down, he had already ordered a girl, played a guzheng, and played a slap, and they were very happy.
It was said that the girl in front of me secretly squinted at the painting fan, and her eyes were filled with smugness and disdain.
The fan was even more embarrassing. He leaned over and slammed his head and pleaded guilty: "The son of the sin, the painting fan does not impeach."
The other girl apparently sneered.
The fan of the painting hides the resentment and jealousy in the scorpion, and does not move, maintaining the sinful posture, and the slender nails almost smashed the palm of his hand.
She has a strong personality and has been victorious since she was a child. Although she was sold to the brothel by her parents, she was a good figure in her eyes.
She also thought about it, just because of her talents, if the parents do not come to redeem her, she can also make a history of words, do not have to sell, the value is still high, others do not dare to take her down.
The only thing is that she is not very good at music theory. Whatever is the zither, learning is slower than others.
But she is graceful and dances beautifully, so she usually asks to dance and avoid the shortcomings.
This person, when she came, ordered her to be the weakest, and made her a laughing stock.
She finally understood, presumably yesterday was said to be like her, the young lady was annoyed, today is to give her a faceless, completely plunged her into the mud, let her know, she is something, Where is the match with the famous lady to face.
But it is because of family life.
The fan of the painting is stunned, but the body is low and low, and the volatility is lower.
Jiang Liangxi didn't know what she thought. She only thought that this body was really beautiful. It was so soft and soft. It was so flexible and really envious.
It is worthy of being a man who can be a man, Bai Yueguang, no wonder so be remembered by the male master.
And, the prepared good words are useless, and the sub-questions are sent together, and they become sent propositions.
In the textbook, it is probably to create the perfect image of Baiyueguang. There is no such thing as writing a fan and this weakness.
She was not meant to insult. The final result is still a vicious woman who is humiliating the white moonlight.
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