flapping wings

Mu Xiaoque stretched out his hand to stop Huabuluo's group, and came to the two of them alone, before Qi Ping could speak, he sniffled and wiped Xiaobao's shoulder with his fingers.

Mu Xiaoque glanced at Qi Ping, stretched out his hand and directly pulled off Xiaobao's collar, but the scar hidden under his clothes made him pause.

Qi Ping pushed his hand away, and pulled Xiaobao's clothes up to his shoulders, there was a wound on it.

Qi Ping went over to carefully identify it for a moment, not like a sword wound, "What's going on?"

After tidying up his clothes, Xiao Bao said in a rather aggrieved tone: "Last night when I took off my clothes in the brothel, the girl started screaming in fright. I was afraid of attracting people to watch, so I stretched out my hand to cover her mouth, and was caught She stabbed the scissors into the shoulder."

Qi Ping's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but let go of his hands on Xiaobao's body. Mu Xiaoque took out the wound medicine from his bosom and handed it to him, "Go see the doctor later."

"Que'er, Xiaobao," Qi Ping sighed on the way back, "What should I do?"

Mu Xiaoque patted Qi Ping's shoulder, her eyes wandered, but she didn't say a word.

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At noon the next day, the moment Mu Xiaoque came back from the stronghold and stepped into the guest room, Qi Ping pressed her against the door frame. He raised his head and hid: "What are you going to do again?"

"Let's go to the fair in the afternoon and let's light up the sky lanterns at night, okay?" Qi Ping rubbed against him, "Today is the Autumn Festival, and the streets are about to shout with loudspeakers, don't say you don't know."

"It's just been a few years," Mu Xiaoque patted Qi Ping's shoulder: "I'll listen to you."

Qi Ping regained his energy. He has been in this world for two years, and what he loves most is the holidays.

The little maid of the Zhou family brought up a plate of golden fried rice dumplings, Qi Ping looked down at the nine dumplings for a while, then picked one and brought it to Mu Xiaoque's mouth.

Seeing that the man opened his mouth to swallow it whole, he quickly dodged: "There are no rules!"

Mu Xiaoque swallowed her saliva, leaned over and opened her mouth slightly, only took a bite of puff pastry, and dropped a lot on the table.

"Want to eat it?" Qi Ping licked his lips, picked out two balls and threw them into an empty teacup, pointed to the rest and said, "You just have to bite my mouth like this, and I'll eat the whole plate for you. "

Mu Xiaoque glanced at him, then reached for the teacup by herself.

Qi Ping slapped it with a slap in the face, and knocked that hand aside: "No oil or salt is allowed! Wu Gu Duanzi is not eaten indiscriminately. This thing is about sharing blessings and sharing difficulties. If you kiss me, all blessings will be given to you." .”

Mu Xiaoque tilted her head to look at the two in the cup, and remembered the box of grain dumplings that Mu Heng brought home when she was ten years old.

"Yu'er, it won't be too late to practice martial arts another day, come quickly and see what Master brought back!"

Mu Xiaoque walked to the table and looked at the four golden dumplings placed on a beautiful porcelain plate, "Aren't they the fried dumplings rewarded by the palace!"

"What do you know, this dumpling is full of blessings," Mu Heng patted his head, "Hurry up!"

"You don't want to eat?" Mu Xiaoque casually picked up one and took a small bite slowly, the oily residue fell on the front of his front.

Mu Heng clapped his palms and laughed, "Look at this kid, he's quite well behaved at such a young age."

The maid next to her covered her mouth and chuckled, "After all, I learned the rules in the palace, so they are strict over there!"

Mu Xiaoque glared at them both, covered half of her face with her sleeve, and stuffed the whole thing into her mouth.

Those two people laughed so hard that their eyes narrowed. He turned around and chewed the dumpling stuffed in his mouth. He felt it was crispy and waxy, and it was delicious.

After eating, he turned around and picked up another one, and pushed the plate towards Mu Heng, "It tastes good."

"I ate it in the palace," Mu Heng stroked his head, "These are specially brought back for you, you must eat them clean, and don't leave any of them, in order to be full of good fortune."

"Don't eat!" Mu Xiaoque pushed Qi Ping's hand away, turned around and walked to the window, and stood by the railing.

He looked at the rockery behind the building and the pool with fallen leaves, and layers of low air pressure radiated from his body.

Qi Ping was stunned, and quickly put down the dumpling and walked over, "Queer, what's the matter?"

Mu Xiaoque shook her head, but said nothing.

"I was wrong," Qi Ping squeezed his face into a pig's head again, and hummed, "Forgive me, okay?"

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Xiaoque's expression didn't change, she didn't move when she looked out of the window, the coldness exuding from her body almost scared away the dead leaves falling outside.

"I don't know," Qi Ping put down his hand and shook his head, "But I can guarantee with my head that you must be angry."

"I'm not angry," before Mu Xiaoque finished speaking, Qi Ping put his head on his arm and turned around: "Then I don't want my head, I will take it off and give it to you."

He turned around and explained, "Que'er, it's not that you are not allowed to eat those two. They have bad stuffing. They are either vinegar, stinky fish, or peppercorns."

Halfway through the speech, he suddenly realized that Mu Xiaoque is an aborigine here, of course it is impossible not to know these customs.

He exhaled slightly, "Do you want to share happiness and suffering with me?"

"Nonsense!" Mu Xiaoque casually pushed Qi Ping back a few steps.

He glanced slightly out of the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help being a little dazed when he saw the man turn around and run away. He lowered his head and looked at his hand in doubt.

Turning around, I saw Qi Ping ran to the table, randomly picked up one in the teacup, opened his mouth to bite down, and then his whole face twisted.

"Que'er, hurry up, the vinegar is coming out," Qi Ping ran back again, and smacked Mu Xiaoque's mouth: "Eat!"

"Go away!" Mu Xiaoque hid her head out of the window, "Who wants to eat one with you."

"I'm so short-tempered, do you want to eat?" Seeing Mu Xiaoque shaking his head, Qi Ping put his head out on top of him, "If you don't eat, I will kiss you! If you don't make your kiss dizzy, I will change it." It's called Qi Tu."

Seeing the man's uncompromising posture, he lightly suppressed his throat and freed his hand, opened Mu Xiaoque's neckline and tapped lightly on the fair skin, "Kiss this first."

Slowly slide to the point on the chest, "Kiss this again, just kissing is not enough, I need to bite a few more, and then slowly move down." He touched Mu Xiaoque's body with one hand: "Can I kiss this?"

Mu Xiaoque's hand on Qi Ping's chest was suddenly clenched tightly, creating layers of folds on his front.

Seeing his lips open slightly, Qi Ping quickly stuffed the dumpling in, "If you can't eat it early, you don't have to suffer this grievance, bastard."

Mu Xiaoque's eyes dimmed, and she lowered her eyes to cover the expression inside, and ate the vinegar dumplings without taste.

Qi Ping got up and pulled him up, straightened his clothes, saw the vinegar dripping from the corner of Mu Xiaoque's mouth, he stood on tiptoe and rolled it clean with his tongue.

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled like a successful little fox, "It's dirty, clean it up for you, go eat the dumpling, it won't taste good when it's cold."

After Qi Ping finished eating a fish stuffed with perilla, he propped his chin and looked at Mu Xiaoque quietly.

Mu Xiaoque was still looking polite, she was lowering her head and sipping on the stuffing inside, "Queer, come to the mountains for a few days to play during the Autumn Festival next year, and I will make dumplings for you myself."

"There are usually grand ceremonies held in the palace during the Autumn Festival," Mu Xiaoque stated: "These days are very busy."

Qi Ping smiled: "Then I will eat a few more at that time, and I will eat it for you."

There was a sudden needle drop in the room, Qi Ping put his hands into his sleeves, and sat down on the stool, "Then when will you come? Wait until I get married?"

Mu Xiaoque took out a handkerchief and lowered her head to wipe the sugar stains on the corners of her mouth. She didn't dare to look up at Qi Ping until the corners of her lips turned red, "You must give a big gift when you get married."

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In the afternoon, Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque packed up and went out. Walking on the street, they saw a crowd of people.

Food, play, use, all kinds of small stalls stand on the side of the road, and there are children running around with dolls with rabbit heads on the road, which is very lively.

Seeing the stall selling candied haws on the street, Mu Xiaoque slightly stamped her feet.

"Yu'er, would you like a bunch?" Mu Heng pulled the bored Mu Xiaoque to his side: "I remember you liked eating candied haws the most when you were young!"

"I don't like it anymore," Mu Xiaoque glanced at the candied haws, and then looked away in disgust: "It's as red as blood, I can't eat it."

"Yu'er," Mu Heng asked, "Do you really hate me?"

"No," Mu Xiaoque turned around and left, "I'm going back to practice martial arts, you can go shopping by yourself!"

The old man who sold candied haws took a bunch of candied haws and handed it to him, saying: "Young master is handsome, today is celebrating the Autumn Festival, I gave this bunch of candied haws to you to eat."

Mu Xiaoque looked at the candied haws in front of her but didn't reach out, Qi Ping hurriedly took it, took out a piece of silver and handed it over.

He said with a smile: "Old man, give me another bunch of candied haws, and the money will be given to you. It will be a good fortune for you next year. We will continue to have good weather and you will have a good harvest."

The old man laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. He picked off several candied haws sprinkled with sesame seeds and handed them to Qi Ping: "I have accepted the prize from the young master!"

"It's so sour." Qi Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and stuffed the rest into Mu Xiaoque's hands: "Eat a few skewers for me."

"You have to buy it yourself, it's a waste!" Mu Xiaoque glanced at it with disgust, then glanced at the people around, hesitatingly said: "It's not good for the public to eat this!"

"Hey, why did I forget this?" Qi Ping took out a handkerchief and put it under the candied haws. Every time he took a bite, half of the candied hawthorns fell on the handkerchief.

He stuffed his mouth full, his whole face twisted with soreness, handed the handkerchief to Mu Xiaoque, and said, "Eat it, it's elegant enough."

Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque who was eating with gusto beside him and couldn't help smiling. When he passed by a certain stall, the aroma of milk suddenly came to his nostrils.

Mu Xiaoque stopped chewing the candied haws, sighed, and wrapped the rest of the candied haws, "It's too sour."

"Let's go, let's eat something sweet." Qi Ping pulled him over and sat down. After waiting for a while, the proprietress brought two bowls to say hello: "The two young masters' sugar-steamed crispy cheese is here, young master, take it easy. "

After eating a bowl, the tip of Mu Xiaoque's nose sweated a little, looking at the bottom of the bowl that couldn't be scooped up and licked her mouth.

Qi Ping reached out to wipe it, then turned his head and shouted: "Miss Boss, two more bowls!"

After eating and continuing to move forward, suddenly an osmanthus branch fell on Qi Ping's head.

He grabbed it off and looked up, only to find a smiling woman leaning upstairs and beckoning to him, "Young master is so handsome!"

Qi Ping cupped his hands at the girl, and was about to leave when a pink bellyband was thrown towards him.

The women on the upper floor started booing one after another, making him stand still was a bit of a dilemma, they thought it would be too hot to pick him up, but they were afraid that he would lose face in public if they didn't pick him up.

He turned his head to look at Mu Xiaoque, only to see that this person was watching him calmly, obviously not intending to help him out.

When the bellyband fell in front of him, Qi Ping reached out to take it.

He tied the sweet-scented osmanthus branches in his belly pocket and threw them back at the girl: "Thanks to the girl's love, but I have already married my wife, and the tiger at home is watching closely, so I won't play around with the girl. My tiger will not be able to catch up with her when the time comes." Crying, making trouble, and hanging himself."

The girls upstairs all giggled, and the woman took the bellyband that was thrown back and said with a smile: "Young master, if you want to play around in the future, you can come and find me in this building."

After walking a few steps, Mu Xiaoque patted Qi Ping on the shoulder and asked, "How did I not know that your family married a tigress?"

Qi Ping glanced at him and said with a joke: "You follow me to the house, you will have it!"