The third uncle always wants to elope

"...The little flower demon likes to drink. One day after she got drunk, she strayed into a courtyard. Several rows of plum trees were planted in the courtyard, but there were no flowers blooming on the branches. She was just slightly drunk and saw the desolate scenery in front of her. Then she cast a spell, and as soon as a dozen or so plum trees in the courtyard bloomed, she fell down under the tree and fell asleep contentedly..."

The fan in the storyteller's hand tapped on the table again and again, and the tone of voice was lazy in the afternoon, but it didn't sound decadent. On the contrary, it was like old wine in the wine cellar. It was as light as water after drinking it. Come down and don't have a taste.

"The scholar came back and saw that it was a sunny day, but the yard was full of plum blossom trees. He thought he had gone through the wrong door. As soon as he entered the yard..."

"Sir! You haven't finished talking about the ghost ship last time, I don't want to hear about it!" The child in a small coat underneath, holding a teacup in his hand, interrupted the storyteller loudly.

As soon as the words fell, a big knife with a cold light appeared in front of his eyes, and the sharp blade seemed to cut the delicate neck of the child.

"listen!"

The young man wore a high bun and black cloth clothes. He looked like a fairy boy in a painting. His eyebrows and eyes were like blades, so piercing that people dared not look directly at them. The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows set off his temperament again. It's a bit dusty, this look is inconsistent no matter how you look at it, but it's in harmony with him somehow.

The child was stared at by those eyes that looked like a deep pool, and tears rolled out of them like rolling beans, crying loudly beside him.

The surrounding guests whispered, as if they could not agree with the boy's behavior.

"Samcheong."

The handle of the fan fell on the table and made a slight sound, and the storyteller's faint tone rang out in the building, as if the spring breeze was blowing past the ears, interrupting the conversation of the guests, and even the crying of the child stopped slowly down.

Sanqing glanced at the figure in the screen, paused, retracted the knife, obediently sat back on the chair, and waited seriously for the storyteller's next words.

"come over."

Upon hearing this, Sanqing's eyes flashed with joy, and he stood up just as he was about to take his place.

"It's not you." The storyteller's voice sounded slowly again.

Sanqing sat down fiercely on his buttocks again, with anger in his eyes, he gave the child next to him a cold look.

The child was startled with fright, seeing the figure behind the screen, he felt as if he had a backing in his heart, and ran over stomping on his feet.

As soon as he entered the screen, he smelled a pleasant plum fragrance at the tip of his nose. He couldn't help sniffing his nose, and raised his head to look at the storyteller.

I saw the blue silk on the storyteller's head was tied up casually with a jade hairpin. He was wearing a simple white robe with a light blue auspicious cloud pattern embroidered on the skirt. He propped his hand on the edge of the table, revealing a section of his white arm , the slightly lowered eyes covered the emotions in the eyes, and when the child came in, he raised his eyes and smiled at him, and the mole of tears also appeared from under the eyelids.

The child's eyes were full of astonishment, and he didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him for a while, so he suddenly pointed at the storyteller's face tremblingly.

"You are that flower demon!"

"Pfft!"

The storyteller smiled a little, took out his handkerchief, stepped forward to wipe the tears on his face, and said with a smile: "If I were a goblin, I'm afraid I would eat you right now."

Xiaotong said softly: "I don't believe it!"

The storyteller smiled and patted his head, "It's getting late, you should go home."

Hearing this, the little boy looked at the sky outside, and it was really late, thinking of his mother's slap, he nodded with some fear in his heart.

"Sir, I'll come see you tomorrow!"

The storyteller smiled, and after a while, he slowly said: "It looks fine, but don't dress like this..."

"So you know, sir!" The boy stuck out his tongue, his eyes full of mischief.

The storyteller smiled and said nothing, but when the boy was about to go out, he shouted something into the screen.

"Mr. is a good storyteller and a good-looking person. Tomorrow I'll bring Hua Chen to have a look!"

The table outside the screen made a huge vibration, Sanqing frowned, and put the tea bowl on the table with a cold face, and the guests at the next table were scared and hid in the corner.

The storyteller shook his head and laughed, and the soft tone sounded again.

"I saw a woman lying under the tree. The woman looked no more than twenty-eight years old, with slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and beautiful features. She was sleeping with half a jar of wine in her arms."

"The scholar seldom sees a woman on weekdays. She is soft-tempered and shy of strangers. He is afraid that someone will come in and damage the woman's innocence, and he is afraid that he will be impolite if he wakes up rashly, so he sits down at the place three feet away and prepares to guard the woman's wine." Wake up, but the alcohol in the jar can make a seven-foot man drunk for a day and a night, not to mention this soft and fragrant woman, the scholar waited for three full days before the woman began to show signs of waking up... .”

"It's not early today, everyone, come back tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, the storyteller stood up from the screen and walked towards the backyard.

Na Sanqing also picked up the knife on the table and followed him out of the teahouse.

"Didn't you talk about the ghost ship on the Liujiang River last time?" Seeing that the storyteller and the boy had left, the guests next to him finally breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the little girl next to him.

The little girl smiled and said, "You just came to Liuzhou City, right?"

The guest didn't know why he would ask such a question, and nodded strangely in his heart.

"The ghost ship on the Liujiang River is not new. It has been rumored in Liuzhou City for at least hundreds of years. The storyteller just said it casually based on anecdotes in the streets and alleys. If you want me to say, what What kind of ghost ship on the Liujiang River is here? It’s just a strange story to scare children. I’ve lived here for so many years, and I’ve never seen a passenger boat on the Liujiang River except for the fishing boats salvaged..."

The guest still insisted on asking: "But didn't those young masters say they met last time?"

"Everyone here says they've seen it, even me, but it's just in a dream..." Xiao Er joked with a smile.

The guest looked a little disappointed, "No wonder we went together last time, and we didn't see the shadow of the ghost ship after waiting all night."

Hearing this, Xiao Er was instantly happy, and said with a smile: "If you want to see that fairy-looking Hua Niang, you don't have to bother to find the ghost boat on the Liujiang River, just go to our Flower Lane in Liuzhou to have a look. "

"The girl inside told me that she is more beautiful than that fairy!"

The guest instantly beamed with joy, chatted with Xiao Er, and then left.

When he came out of the teahouse, he caught a glimpse of a white figure walking by in the alley. He was startled, and hurriedly chased after him, only to find that the alley was already empty.

"Who said no, I can see it now..."

The guest murmured a few words and walked in the opposite direction.

...

Today, Huai Shuangshu did not go to the teahouse, but sat under the plum tree and looked at the books.

Sanqing squatted in the yard to feed the rabbit. Seeing that the rabbit had finished eating the vegetable leaves in his hand, he pinched his ears and lifted the rabbit up.

"Hasn't this only been fed for three days?" Huai Shuangshu took a sip of the hot tea next to him without looking up.

Sanqing shook the rabbit in his hand, and murmured, "I feel like it's getting heavier today."

"..."

Huai Shuangshu raised his head, glanced at him, and said quietly: "You put punishment on its head, of course it's heavy..."

Seeing that the trick was seen through, Sanqing put Zhu Huo down and loosened the rabbit's ears.

After finally escaping, the rabbit rolled twice on the ground, shaking its short legs, and jumped into the grass in a flash.

Sanqing sat down on the other side of the stone table, lying on the table and staring at the profile of the double book.

"...Your master has heard that he has returned to Yunyou Mountain in the past few days, why don't you go and have a look?" Huai Shuangshu turned a page of the booklet, looking a little fascinated.

"No." Sanqing replied quickly, still staring at Huai Shuangshu.

"...Your second senior brother wrote in a letter yesterday asking you to go and see him."

"Too far away." Sanqing pursed his lips, bored on his face.

Huai Shuangshu put the book on the table, picked up the tea bowl, and glanced at him from the corner of the eye.

"Do you want to say something?"

Sanqing was taken aback when he heard this, and stood up from the table. Seeing Huai Shuangshu's calm face, he felt a little angry again, and said in a muffled voice.

"No."

"...Are you bored? How about we go out for a walk?"

Sanqing's expression turned cold instantly, he stood up from the table, his steps were fast, his back looked a little stiff.

Seeing him walking into the room, Huai Shuangshu couldn't help but sighed quietly.

I knew what Sanqing was thinking, but...

Turning the page of the book in his hand back, he saw that it was written on it were the procedures that a bride needs to go through when she gets married.

Combing hair... wedding clothes... crossing the brazier... I wrote two pages densely, and I only felt a little pain in my brain when I was pregnant with double books.

When Huai Shuangshu returned to the room, Sanqing had already taken off his shoes and got into the quilt, only the back of his head was exposed.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he didn't look back, and even pulled up some of the quilt to cover his exposed head.

"Why don't you go to bed without washing?"

Sitting by the bed, Huai Shuangshu felt a little helpless, and wanted to pull Sanqing's quilt down, but after pulling it twice, it didn't move.

"Sanqing..." Huai Shuangshu was just about to speak.

The person in the quilt suddenly pulled down the double books, and then turned over and sat on the waist of the double books.

"you..."

Startled by his actions, Huai Shuangshu frowned and was about to speak when a warm touch came from his lips.

The wet tongue clumsily opened the jaws of Huai Shuangshu, looking a little anxious, the lower lip of Huai Shuangshu was numb for a while when he sucked it.

Huai Shuangshu pressed the back of his head, and couldn't help but deepen it. When he saw that Sanqing was confused, he slyly withdrew again. When Sanqing was induced to stick out his tongue, he gently touched the tip of Sanqing's tongue. One bite.

There seemed to be a hint of sweetness in his mouth, and it was a little strange to be pregnant with double books. The next moment, a sweet and greasy candy was stuffed into his mouth.

Sanqing pushed Huai Shuangshu away, sat up, with complacency in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to wipe the body fluid from the corner of his mouth.

"You ate!"

Huai Shuangshu felt a little complicated, seeing the anticipation in his eyebrows, after a long silence, he still swallowed the candy in his mouth.

Seeing him eating, Sanqing's eyes brightened instantly, and he buried his head in kissing Huai Shuangshu's forehead.

"You're going to be my wife soon!"

Huai Shuangshu sighed: "The matter of getting married is not as simple as what you say."

"I know!" Sanqing interrupted him eagerly, as if he was afraid of his repentance, he added another sentence.

"...I know everything."

Curious by his appearance, Huai Shuangshu raised the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "Then tell me, what do you know."

Sanqing's face turned red, but his expression looked very serious. When Huai Shuangshu thought he would not answer, he said something slowly.

"Enter the bridal chamber."

"and many more..."

There was something wrong with Huai Shuangshu's intuition, and when he was about to speak, he saw Wu Tomaoqing take out a thin book from his arms.

"I know!" Sanqing persistently repeated the words in his mouth.

Huai Shuangshu took the book in his hand and looked at it, and he really found the indecent picture of two men overlapping each other.

this book...

It is a picture of Long Yang's erotic palace.

The face of Huai Shuangshu was a little hazy for a moment, and he said in a deep voice, "Where did you come from?"

"...Second senior brother gave it."

"..."

Capital

In the room, Wu Tomohiro sneezed naked, rubbed his nose, and felt a hand on his waist. He was so frightened that he hurriedly rolled off the bed.

"I'm not coming!"

Seeing the gloomy face of the person on the bed, Wu Tomato's tone softened hastily.

"...I really have a backache."

The person on the bed still didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

After the two confronted each other for a long time, Wu Tomato was finally defeated, waved his hand in admitting defeat, and stood up from the ground.

"Just do it once."

The man finally had a smile on his face, got out of bed, and put his coat on his shoulders.

"...I'm just afraid you'll catch a cold."

Goto Tomato: "..."