Chapter 203: Misunderstood Merlin's Lang Jun

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There are ten mothers in the same loft with Yan Yan, each of them is arranged in the window, but the attic is an octagonal building, and there are many aides in the room, and it is not easy to get up. Other places to join in the fun, which means that they can only be in different faces, so people or things that people see may be different.
The laughter in the attic next door is getting smaller.
Yan Yan glanced downstairs from the curtain of the bamboo curtain in the window, only to see the famous Chinese clothing Lang Jun slowly coming in the snow, the snow is not big, they never had an umbrella, people laughed while in the attic Stopping at the bottom, looking up at the penthouse, seems to be hesitating, where to stand.
Although no one explained the inside story of this party, these Lang Jun also faintly understand, and I heard that there are many mothers who are not high in today’s status... For them, in addition to the position of the wife, they can also marry two The lady, the other is 媵, and there are 妾, and some of the unintentional ladies, Lang Jun, naturally focus on the penthouse where they are located.
Yan Yan glanced slightly, and more than ten people in the house were young girls. Xu was the first time to participate in such activities, and many people sneaked down and looked down.
"The mother upstairs."
Someone suddenly trembled below.
Yan Yan heard this voice coming from under the window on her side, but she did not want to mix it, she pretended not to hear it.
"The sky is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. From the beginning, the road is blocked and long. The traceback is from the center of the water." Lang Jun downstairs slowly picked up the Book of Songs. 》.
The reeds on the banks of the river are green and the autumn white dews are condensed into frost. The person I thought about that day was on the other side of the river. Going upstream to pursue her, the road is dangerous and long. Looking down the river, as if in the middle of the water.
Yan Yanjue, this sentence is used in the current situation, it is clearly a play. Haven't seen each other in the face, think about it day and night?
Standing on the side of the Chengfu acolyte, he said slightly: "This mother, there are pens and inks on the paper. If you have anything to say, you may write it down to the Lang Jun."
All eyes were concentrated on Yan Yan, and they all saw one or two Lang Jun, but none of them had such a Meng Lang.
"No." Yan Yan slowly took the teacup and took a sip, and the sound was unseen.
After a while, the man seemed to feel boring and stopped making sounds.
At this time, the acolyte standing next to Yan Yan turned and went downstairs.
The snow outside was getting bigger, and Lang Jun, standing outside the pavilions, was invited to the first floor of the attic.
Yan Yanben thought about attending this kind of party, so I can know more than one or two people. I can see the current situation. I am in a very passive situation. Don’t talk about the nobles of the family. There are not many opportunities. It is obviously impossible to say goodbye at this time.
The footsteps of the stairs were uploaded, and everyone looked at them. I saw a waiter holding a few sheets of paper and handing them to the mothers sitting in different positions.
Yan Yan did not look at it, turned to look at the snow outside. Yu Yun urged her to say: "Seventeen sisters, see what I wrote?"
"Look, you want to see it." Yan Yandao.
Her voice has not yet finished, and suddenly, the ladies have suddenly rioted, and there is a clear voice mixed with them, "Lang Jun! And Hou Yihou! That Lang Jun!"

What happened?
Yun Yun curiously poked his head out of the window, but only saw a white umbrella top, and a black round robe suit. An apricot dress awkward shouted behind him. .
In the heavy snow, the person’s footsteps seemed to be very slow, but it was easy to keep the aunt behind him, and there was no point to stop.
This plum garden is semi-open, and people who are unfamiliar with it outside are very easy to get into, and the rhyme is sly and sly: "About is wrong."
The person who went wrong was shouted by the aunt of the noble woman, and it must be outstanding.
When the rhyme of the rhyme fell, I heard the voice of a woman’s guardian faintly in the attic next door. "Take him down!"
Merlin didn't know where to come out and there were a lot of guards. He rushed up and was ready to catch the man who had fallen into Merlin.
There was no movement for a long time, and soon, the noble woman next door seemed to be unable to hold back and ran downstairs. For a time, noisy sounds.
Originally, Changan’s mother was not raised in the squat, but she was very strange. What did she do not care about it?
"I want to go out and see!" Yun Yun was anxious to scratch her head. She was not interested in what Xiangfu was. There were fun things at the moment, so I couldn't miss it.
At the moment, regardless of the eyes of others, holding Yan Yan and Han Wei to run downstairs, and the Lang Jun on the first floor also went out to watch.
A lot of people have been surrounded in the distance. When they arrived, they only saw the guards who had fallen to the ground. There was a mother in a red dress with a whip and a pair of men in a black dress.
Yan Yan’s heart paused and looked at the man in the black-necked robe with a plain white paper umbrella. He couldn’t help but be surprised – Su Fu?
"We are just leaving you to say a few words, how can you shoot and hurt people!" Among the crowds in the crowd, a mother of water-green half-armed skirts screamed.
Su Fu did not move, but the murderous air spread like a circle in the snow, but only in an instant, disappeared. Su Fu took out a light-colored porcelain bottle from his sleeve and threw it to the mother holding the whip. "This is an antidote. If you want to stay strong, you don't mind hurting a few more."
He turned and smiled slightly, "Xiao Shi Lang."
The people were shocked and looked at him in the direction he saw. Only then did he find out that Meilin’s entrance did not know when he stood a group of people, and he was very strong and strong, and he wore a round collar, a black skull, and a cover. With a black mane, there is a kind of singularity.
"It’s a coincidence that it’s a book! Xiaomou handled the case here, but he met the pharmacist..." Xiao Xiao smiled as if it were just a greeting.
However, Yan Yan knows that he is suspecting Su Fu.
Su Fu’s hand holding the handle of the handle was slightly tightened, and the long, white-skinned and well-defined hand sank on the dark handle, which was exceptionally good.
Farewell.

For a long while, Su Fu’s indifferent voice came from under the umbrella and immediately turned and left.
Xiao Yu was not too embarrassed, and his eyes were slightly stunned from the crowd. He did not stagnate in the mother holding the whip, and the slight jaws gave him a gift.
"Who is Lang Jun wearing a robes?" someone whispered.
Han took a look at the mother, saw her dress, and judged that her identity would not be very high, she dismissed the truth: "I don't even know the ‘长安鬼见愁'?

The woman blushes and hates Han Han with a hateful look. She turns her head and ignores her.
"That is Cheng Niang?" Yan Yan whispered to rhyme.
Yun Yun nodded, thinking, Cheng Niang is afraid to look at the Xuan Yi Lang Jun.
Although the teenagers present are not lacking in outstanding people, they are thinner than the mature and beautiful of Su Fu and Xiao Yu.
Most women are easily attracted to men with stories, which is a rule of all ages.
Perhaps those noble ladies have seen even better Lang Jun, and then look at these people, they are lacking in interest, so they dispersed early.
In the attic, Cheng Qinger looked through the window to the snow and sea that met the heavens and the earth, and heard the footsteps behind him. The tone was not good: "Don't bother me!"
"That cold face Langjun hurt your heart, can't you scatter on me!" A cynical voice came.
"Cousin?" Cheng Qinger turned around, slightly bold eyebrows, rising eye corners, straight nose, two thin red lips, black hair.
The people who came upstairs leaned against the railings, the robes slammed on the ground, and the folding fan in the hand opened and closed. The long fingers did not play with the fan of the white jade fan. "The man is a new doctor of the medical department, Su Fu, the word period."
He said that he used a fan handle against his jaw and sighed: "It’s a pity that he was actually stronger than me, otherwise... it’s not for you."
The man smiled contemptuously, his eyebrows were slender, and the end was just like the eyes of Cheng Qinger. He smiled a little, and smiled with one hand and one foot with an unspeakable wind.
Cheng Qinger obviously did not like him. He looked at him contemptuously and sighed: "Is it by you? You just saw his skill, although he only used the drug, but no one saw his movement. I am sure that even my brother may not be his opponent."
The man is not annoyed, and smiles lightly: "When did my scene move over with people?"
Cheng Qinger grinned, she liked Lang Jun with people, what happened?
The snow outside is still under, and the horse-drawn carriage of the city is back to the city with the carriage of Han Han. Inside the train, Yu Yun whispered his mouth and looked unhappy. "It’s really a happy ride!"
There was a lantern in the car, and Yan Yan found several poems from several places and looked at it through the light.
"A Yun, seventeen mother!" The sound of Han Wei next door penetrated into the car.
Yu Yun slammed the curtain and asked: "What is it?"
"I met a few mothers, and discussed with them, ready to fight snowballs over there, you have to be together?" Han Yu is very excited.
Yun Yun said with joy: "Well! How many people?"
"Twelve, plus you and the seventeen mothers, a total of fourteen, and they have at least brought a waiter, the number can be quite a lot! This side is near the road, there are many mothers behind, Maybe I will join in a while?" Han said.
Yu Yun simply took it down, put down the curtain, and pulled the Yan Yan Road: "Go, seventeen sisters, we can't make a white out! I have to dress it easily for this snowball fight. If it is not fun, play it once. I can’t be comfortable in my heart!

Yan Yan put down the poetry collection, licked the Xiangyang point, nodded: "Good."
For her, reading poetry is not as good as snowballing. Those poems, she can understand it is one thing, but most of them can not understand the artistic conception, only feels boring.
Yun Yun told the coachman to stop at the side of the road with the carriages of the ladies. When he slid down the carriage, Bao quickly followed the cloak and followed.
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