Cute girl Shura

Chapter 47

Wen Xiang's heart was sour, who is good to her and who is not good to her, in fact, the young lady knows all about it, but since she was five years old, her mind began to stagnate, she has no heart, and she doesn't understand gossip.After seeing many doctors, they all said that it was a chronic disease born with no cure.It is precisely because of this that today's young lady has ended up in such a situation...

"Miss, let's not go back, shall we?"

Wen Xiang stretched out his hand to hold her, and said with a choked voice.

An Yao blinked her confused eyes, confused, "Wen Xiang, what are you talking about, this is my home, if you don't come back here, where will you go?"

Wen Xiang couldn't bring herself to tell her the truth, so she had to pull her out of the door in a half-deceived, half-coaxed way, "Master said he wanted to eat the round ball at the entrance of the alley, let's go and buy a copy, and let the young lady taste it along the way." How about it?"

"Is it a sweet ball?" An Yao's eyes lit up instantly. She wanted to eat sweets for a long time, and today she finally got her wish!

"kindness."

The moon was dark and the wind was high. A master and a servant supported each other and walked on the already cold street. Their thin bodies cast two lonely shadows through the dim yellow lanterns on the street.In such a cold night, except for the gates of a few wine shops and inns that were still open, there were no small stalls selling "round balls" as they called them for a few miles around.

Maybe it was because of a tiring day, when she walked into the inn, An Yao was already dozing off on Wen Xiang's shoulder, so much so that she completely forgot about the "ball" appointment when she got to the guest room.

In her sleep, the pair of lovely pear dimples suddenly appeared on her lips, and the ravings from her lips made Wen Xiang, who was standing by, feel sad, "I'm going to marry you...hehe, Yao'er will marry you!" Here you... um..."

"Miss, even if God can favor you a little bit and make you smarter, Wen Xiang will not hesitate to lose ten years of life... Or let you live so carefree, that's enough. ..."

Outside the window, the evening wind howled past, as if pitying the master and servant inside the house, sobbing softly...

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next day
As soon as it was daylight, various yells from vendors came from the street. Accompanied by the sound of horseshoes fading away, and the trivial sounds of bargaining, An Yao slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

In the simple room, a few dresses she changed in daily life were sparsely hung on the painted mahogany wall, and the wooden table near the window sill was already covered with traces of time, with cracks engraved on it. The dilapidated tea set sat alone on one side, looking particularly shabby.

Fortunately, the ground and the corners of the walls were cleaned spotlessly, and there were no traces of insects, ants or spider silk.

She looked at this strange environment for a long time, and suddenly sat up in shock, and the bed curtain with several holes fell crookedly on the edge of the bed, as if mocking her experience of being abandoned yesterday.

"Smell the fragrance? Smell the fragrance!" She became frightened and shouted loudly.

After waiting for Wen Xiang's reply for a long time, An Yao got out of bed in a hurry, and ran out of the room alone in a thin long underwear.The strange thing is that the doors here are connected to each other, and it is not divided into east, west, north, south, north and south rooms like An's house. She suddenly lost her sense of proportion and ran towards the end of the corridor with bare feet.

Passing through the long and narrow corridor, she finally saw a step that was neither high nor low on one side, so she ran down.

"Xiaoer, have another jug ​​of wine!"

"Good! Come on!"

The steaming steamed buns, the fragrant bad wine, the extremely busy waiter, the shopkeeper who was busy with his abacus, the diners eating with gusto at the table...

The cold soles of the feet seemed to be unable to step on the support point. After seeing these strange scenes, An Yao became unsteady and fell down the steps.

"Oh, girl, how did you walk? Can't you see such a high step?" The shopkeeper who was concentrating on the calculation heard the sound and hurried to help her up.

Only then did I see clearly that it was the girl who came to the shop late last night.

"Uncle, don't touch me! My heart belongs to me and I won't marry you again!" Unexpectedly, An Yao stood up, stared at him with big round eyes, and shouted at him impolitely.

As early as when she was a child, An Cong was afraid that she would be fooled by foolishness, so she instilled a concept of "anyone who touches a man should marry him". Just yesterday, she had already found a "husband" for herself. The location, just waiting for when to come to "propose marriage"!How could he allow another man to touch her again.

The shopkeeper's face turned red in an instant, and when he saw the diners in the store looking at him curiously, those who didn't know thought that he was belittled by others, so he was rejected, "You...you little girl? Talking? Where...how did I touch you? Don't slander me regardless of the occasion, if my wife hears it, it won't be funny!"

"Then let me ask you, have you seen my maid? Where did you lock her up?!" An Yao patted some dead ashes on her body, and asked loudly with a little ladylike attitude.

"This... this... isn't this wronging me? I helped you up with good intentions, and you said I touched you, but now you slander me and lock up your maid, girl, this saying is good, You can't talk nonsense with your eyes open!"

The diners on the side stared at them with intriguing colored glasses, and more eyes were cast on An Yao's exquisite body under the close-fitting clothes.

In the upper-class private room on the right, the man sitting in the private seat heard the noise outside, couldn't help frowning, turned his head and said to the personal guard standing behind him: "Miscanthus, go out and see what's going on, the noise is so loud of."

"Yes."

"I said it was you who closed it, and you closed it! The upstairs of you is eerie and weird, and the rooms are separated by so many distances. It wasn't you, did I come to this crappy place by myself?!" An Yao put her hands on her hips, looking desperate. It looks like you are desperately fighting with the shopkeeper.

Just when the shopkeeper was about to cry, someone in the crowd said: "Isn't this the silly girl who made trouble at the ceremony yesterday? Why did she come here to make trouble again? Shopkeeper, just admit it!" , this girl, her head is not clear!"

When the others heard this, they immediately felt relieved. This crazy little girl is actually a fool. She ran out without shoes or a coat so blatantly and embarrassing people. I don't know which family was born. She must have said something. The servant girl is nothing more than a figure in her fantasy.

When the shopkeeper heard that she was an idiot, he instantly lowered his face, and winked at the waiter at the side, who ran out.

"Master, it's the girl you rescued outside the Confucian Temple yesterday. I heard that she is a fool, making trouble outside." Miscanthus entered the upper room, leaned over and said back, clasped her hands and couldn't help but tighten them.

The saved girl?Fool?make trouble?
After piecing together these key words in his mind, the corner of his charming mouth suddenly raised, he stood up and walked out.

(End of this chapter)