The Counterfeit Madam Hou

By the time Shemu returned from the palace, the sun was going down. He and Twisted Tong inquired about Liu Qinghuan's whereabouts and went to the attic of the inner hall to find her.

Liu Qinghuan still sat on the bed eating crispy cheese and was cold. He saw Xue Mu come in and hurried up to greet him: "Master Hou. ”

Shemu sat down in bed with her and said, “A few days ago, a new team of Hu merchants arrived in West City, bringing many strange things. If Ching is interested, I will go to West City with you tomorrow? ”

Liu Qing thought about it and said: “No, Grandpa Hou is busy on weekdays. I'll just let the waiters accompany me out.” She was thinking about Shemu, but then worried that he would get angry, so she watched his face.

Shemu just looked at her and didn't speak. It wasn't until she nodded her consent that she smiled again: "I'll pick you up in the morning. ”

After Shemu left, Liu Qinghuan still did not understand why he was so obsessed with the matter.

At night Shemu was still on the shore of the lotus flower. He looked at the lotus flower blooming in the pool of lotus flowers. A small figure appeared in front of him. He was crying with his nose and tears.

“Amu, Sister and Second Sister snuck off to West City to play with me. They say there are so many hookies out there, it's beautiful to dance around. They also visited satin shops and ready-to-wear shops, and Sister secretly bought Mei Dai and lipstick!” She was a little proud to say this to Shemu, “but I told Grandma that she had taken everything she had bought and was still training them in the house. ”

Shemu lowered her smile and helped her wipe the teardrops off the corner of her eyes: “Qing Qing wants to go to West City? ”

“Hmm! But Mom doesn't like me running around. ”

Shemu thought, “Well, I'll take you to West tomorrow, okay? ”

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with bright eyes: “Really? But if she finds out, she'll punish me. ”

“Let's go back soon, just don't let her find out, don't tell your sister. ”

I'll wait for you at the back door tomorrow. ”Liu Qinghuan finished, reaching out his right hand to Shemu, slightly lifting his pinky finger," hook! ”

Shemu hooked her pinky finger and said to her, "I'll pick you up in the morning. ”

……

He didn't think he'd wait seven years for this tomorrow.

Summer night's cool wind blew from the pool and Shemu's hair moved slightly. He glanced in the direction of the main room and closed the window.

The next day, when Liu Qinghuan came out dressed properly, Shemu had been waiting for her at the door for a while.

Liu Qinghuan is still riding the horse from the last hunt, she chose the horse because, like Shemu's love of horses, it is a bright white stallion.

And then she gave it a name, White.

Liu Qinghuan's style of name picking has been the same since childhood, so Shemu just laughed and didn't speak.

There are plenty of people in West City, and pedestrian cars often come and go. Even in the hottest summer months of Changan City, the voices are still boiling.

Hu Shang's shop has a lot of rare things and their special silk bags, which are said to take three years to weave and are worth a fortune. She also saw all kinds of eyebrow lipstick, she picked one and the shop owner laughed and told her that the woman had a good eye, it was Persian screw, worth ten gold.

Liu Qinghuan left his mouth open. She always lied to others and tried to cheat money from her. No way. Shemu bought the ten gold Persian nut, though.

With Mei Dai, the owner ignored Shemu to buy the eyebrow pencil together, then what other silk satin, golden jade bracelet... Liu Qinghuan felt the need to go back to the house to talk to him about his style of spending money like running water.

They wandered from West City to Yining Fang, where the temple burned three fires of bears, and several priests in robes came and went.

“It's fire worship.” Shemu looked at the masked priests and her eyes changed. The power behind the worship of fire is complex, and I am afraid it has something to do with King Lingnan. The Emperor has always suspected that worship of fire is their point of contact.

He retracted his eyes and said to Liu Qinghuan: "Let's go. ”

“Mmm." Liu Qinghuan glanced inside the pavilion again, and the flames of the three altars were reflected in her eyes, suddenly fading away.

After returning to Chongrenfang, Shemu looked at Liu Qinghuan on the side of the horse and asked: "Qing Qing, can we go back? ”

“Sure.” After a day of riding, she also wanted to go underground for activities.

Shemujian sent the purchase back to Hou Fu and took the horse. Liu Qinghuan and Liu Qinghuan walked away in Chongrenfang.

Unfortunately, the sky suddenly rained after a few steps. Pedestrians on the road began to run, Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows smoked, the weather really didn't bode well. Fortunately, she had an umbrella in her hand, which was meant to cover the sun, and now it's used to shelter from the rain.

She pushed her umbrella to Shemu's side and lifted it over his head. Shemu glanced at her hard work and laughed at the umbrella in her hand: “Let me support it. ”

Liu Qinghuan retracted her hand. She looked at Xue Mulu's half body outside the umbrella and clasped her mouth: “Master Hou will get wet like this. ”

Shemu listened to her, but suddenly laughed: “It's okay, I'm big. ”

Liu Qinghuan: “...”

Were you joking? His head... is not big either!

Shemu looked at herself and smiled softly: “I don't know which naughty guy named me. ”

That year he told Liu Qinghuan his name was Shemu, Liu Qinghuan wrinkled a small face and thought for a long time: “Is it a wood? ”

"It's not wood, it's admiration," said Shemu. ”

The admiring admiration for Liu Qinghuan, three years old, apparently no wood tree was easy to understand, so she bit and said: “That's the wood tree!” She squatted when she was finished. Body, writing a big tree on the snow with your fingers.

Shemu smoked the corner of his eyes and wrote a word "mu" next to that twisted piece of wood, one drawing at a time, clear and neat.

Perhaps it's a lot better to see this Mu character than the one you wrote yourself. Liu Qinghuan started cheating on his mouth: “I don't care, it's the wood! ”

“It's admiration! ”

“Wood! ”

“Admire! ”

Liu Qinghuan drummed up the parotid gang, holding his breath and watching Xue Mu for a long time, he finally said, "If you're not a wood, then be a big head! Big head, it's raining, people have umbrellas, you have big heads!” After singing, Liu Qing clapped for himself.

Shemu: “…"

He couldn't understand the logic of this little group at all.

But he didn't know. After he left that day, the little group was lying on the table practicing their words, all on a sheet of paper, all writing the same word.

Mu.

“Big heads, no worries about the rain, people have umbrellas, you have big heads.” Liu Qing sang happily, saw Shemu look at himself on the side, and smiled at him. Who dares to give the Master such an interesting nickname? Ha ha ha ha!

Seeing that she was not smiling with good intentions, Shemu's mouth curled and did not compare with hers.

The rain came and went fast, the two of them had not yet returned to Hou Fu, and the sky had cleared up again. Liu Qinghuan checked Shemu's clothes and it was already wet: “Master Hou, don't forget to take a bath when you get home. It's not good if it gets cold. ”

Shemu laughed. “How can I be so delicate when I'm in the sun on the battlefield? ”

Liu Qinghuan thought about it and said nothing more.

Tang Zibo residence, one reclining on the bed, looked at him with a smile and smile: “Someone heard that today Xue Mu took Liu Qinghuan to West City to throw a thousand gold for her. ”

Tang Zibo took a sip of the wine in front of him without answering. The man said, "Does it not feel good to get the pieces out of your hands? Alas, it's not her fault that if I were a woman, I'd be dumping for someone like Sherman. ”

Tang Zibo finally twisted his eyebrows together and glanced at him: “I have already told my godfather about Liu Qinghuan, and his godfather will make a point. ”

They laughed and stopped talking.

Hou Fu, Liu Qinghuan's life Qingjuan made a little ginger soup in the kitchen, ready to be sent to Shemu. Although he said he was not so weak, no one could say that he was sick.

As he passed through the lotus pool, he was sitting alone on the lotus pavilion and sighing briefly.

Liu Qing blinked and walked up to him and asked, "What's wrong with you? ”

“Ulara?” He looked up at her and sighed with dismay: “Nothing. ”

Liu Qinghuan turned his eyes and sat down opposite him: “Let me guess, um... your favorite Ping Kang Fang woman must have been redeemed by another gentleman. ”

“No, it's not!” Jumped up excitedly, "is Anaye! Anaye! ”

Anaye? This guy can't even let Hu go.

“Alas -” he sighed heavily and sat down on the floor, “a new Hu Shang team has recently arrived in West City with a lot of novelty. ”

“Mm-hmm.” She's heard of this.

“Along with the team, there was a Hookie named Anaye, who danced best of all Hookies.” I looked at the lotus flowers in the pool, and I was sad, "I saw her dancing in West City every day. But... but... she's about to be bought away by a wealthy merchant. ”

Liu Qinghuan thought, “Is it better to be bought by a wealthy merchant than to accompany him in West City? ”

Hearing her say this, she vehemently rebutted: “The wealthy merchant already has a 13-room concubine, let Anaye go! ”

Liu Qinghuan: “...”

This wealthy businessman is in good shape.

He continued to despise: “Not only that, but his face is miserable! ”

Liu Qing thought about it and wondered, "How does he like Anaye? ”

"In three days, he's going to have a banquet at home, and Anaye's going to dance. ”

Liu Qinghuan frowned: “Ah? ”

"'Think about it, Anaye. He'll love you for dancing so well! ”

Liu Qinghuan: “...”

Lang-jun, are you kidding me?