The Counterfeit Madam Hou

Liu Qinghuan walked and climbed up from the ground, looking at her in earnest: “Not only do I think so, Anaye thinks so too! She cried to me today and said she'd rather continue dancing in the bar than be bought away by him! ”

Liu Qinghuan smoked the corner of his mouth: “You and Anaye are a good match. ”

"I'm glad to hear her say that,“ I think so too! ”

Liu Qinghuan walked out of the lotus pavilion and continued to sigh alone at the lotus flowers in the pool. After a few shouts, Liu Qinghuan, who had gone far, returned: “Don't you want Anaye to be bought by the wealthy merchant? ”

"Of course not! ”

Liu Qing blinked and said, “Why don't you let Anaye dance? ”

“Anaye is just a sobriety hookie, there's no right to speak.” The words are utterly uttered.

Liu Qing thought about it and asked: "Do you know what the banquet will be like in three days' time? ”

"" It's a wealthy businessman by the name of Zhou, "replied Zhou." I heard he got a famous painting called... What was his name again? ”clapping his own head, remembering painfully," Oh! It's called "White Orchid Spring"! It's disgusting to show off this painting and invite guests to a special dinner! ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyes moved, Bai Yulanchun...

She has heard of this painting, which is one of four flowers from the famous Ding Mao school, Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. These four paintings were not liked when Ding Mao learned to live, but somehow, after Ding Mao learned to die, the price of these four paintings rose dramatically, becoming famous paintings that the literary Yas competed for.

She glanced at her and said: "Since Anaye can't be stopped from dancing, let Zhou Fushang not see her. ”

"Unless he's blind, he won't be able to see Anaye. ”

Liu Qing chuckled at the corner of her mouth. She wondered what that Anaye looked like.

She walked up to the banquet and whispered, “Three days from now, I'll dress up as Anaye and help you solve the wealthy businessman. ”

She looked at her for a moment and said, "Do you have a way? ”

Liu Qinghuan nodded.

He opened his mouth and denied: “No, if the Master finds out, he has to talk to me. ”

Liu Qinghuan said: “Why do you have to let him know? ”

After a half-day of flavor, he finally turned the bend: “I'm not going to let him know, but with the wisdom of the Marquis, he will know. ”

Liu Qinghuan said: “Don't worry, this is the case when I come to you, I don't have to go to you. ”

"..."

Somehow there was a feeling of humiliation.

He thought about it and asked another question: "Can you talk nonsense? ”

Liu Qinghuan asked back: "Is the wealthy chamber of commerce named Zhou? ”

He shook his head. “No. ”

Liu Qinghuan said: “Then why should I? ”

She stunned for a moment and thought she made a good point. “Do you know how to dance?” Anaye is characterized by a hovering dance, if she can't dance, she must be torn right through.

Liu Qinghuan thought, “I can jump. ”

After that, she jumped in place.

"..."

Liu Qinghuan looked at himself as if dead and grey and reflected deeply: “Why, aren't you jumping high enough? ”

……

Cover up, let him think of something else.

Liu Qinghuan saw that he had stopped taking care of himself and left his mouth open to continue to deliver Jiang Tang to Shemu. She was also the first to come to the shores of the lotus flower, and the small courtyard was very sophisticated, with many precious flowers planted in the courtyard.

She walked through the courtyard and knocked on Sherman's door: "Master, are you there? ”

The door was hidden. Liu Qinghuan knocked twice. He didn't want to knock the door open directly. Xue Mu heard the sound and looked back to see Liu Qinghuan standing at the door and staring at himself.

Liu Qinghuan did stay because Shemu had just finished his bath! You're not even dressed yet! Isn't that the chest that's out there?

Shemu looked at Liu Qinghuan's changing face and suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth. He was too lazy to tie his coat. He wore it loose and collapsed. He walked towards Liu Qinghuan in the past: “Qing? ”

Shemu's hair was long and draped all the way down to the waist, with smooth skin under her spacious forehead and some faint scars, which should have been left on the battlefield. A faint scent spread as he walked straight into Liu Qinghuan's five dirty hearts.

“Master Hou Hou Hou Hou.” Liu Qinghuan lifted the soup in his hand and blocked it between them, "Jiang Tang! ”

Shemu glanced down at Jiang Tang, took the soup from her hand and threw it aside. The soup steadily landed on the table.

Without the barrier of the soup, Liu Qinghuan felt more oppressive from Shemu. She feels… not leaving at this time, but more so!

She just turned around and got caught on the wrist. Shemu just pushed a little harder and Liu Qinghuan fell into his arms.

He looked at Liu Qinghuan and asked softly: "Will Qing Qing stay a little longer? ”

Liu Qinghuan's heart pounded. She looked at the nearest chest and swallowed the spit: “Why stay? ”

Shemu laughed and asked, "What does Ching want? ”

... want to go home.

“Ulara! Urara! I forgot to tell you, Master Hou is taking a bath...” The wind rushed in from the outside and after seeing the scene in the room, I just hope that I never came in.

“Ha-ha-ha, I didn't see anything. Go on!” The whisper has not yet fallen, and man has gone far.

Liu Qinghuan smiled dry at Shemu while standing upright: "I won't bother Grandpa Hou anymore. ”

“Mm-hmm." Shemu nodded and let go of her hand. As soon as Liu Qinghuan was free, he quickly left the shore of the lotus flower. Shemu dressed herself and sat down by the window: "Psst. ”

Four times there was no response.

Shemu shouted again: "Psst. ”

The sandy doorway rang a few times and walked in reluctantly: "Master Hou, what is it? ”

Shemu glanced at him and said: "The recruits who came yesterday were handed over to you for training. In ten days, I will accept the results. ”

"Ten days?! ”

"'More?" said Shemu. Five days, then. ”

"..."

Master, you Moranza! Tishomo! Armoni!

After he left, Shemu drank the ginger soup that Liu Qinghuan had brought before resting in bed.