Chapter 47 The Road to Soul Changing: Love (36)

Sikong Xing'er smiled awkwardly, and found a random reason: "They want to catch me back as a military prostitute!"

"So that's how it is, what a pervert!"

"Well, men are all hungry wolves, and they don't have a single good thing!" Sikong Xing'er also expressed his feelings, excluding her Nangong Che of course!

"Is there really no good thing?" Meng Tingjun was puzzled, but she glanced at Yang Ningfeng behind her from the corner of her eye. At this time, Yang Ningfeng looked helpless, but he couldn't say anything!
"Then I won't marry in the future!" Meng Tingjun replied a little discouraged.

She is still young, except for going down the mountain with Yang Ningfeng this time, she grew up in Shenshan since she was a child, and the men she knows are all disciples of Shenshan, master, uncle, brother, and brother.

So what is love, what is love, she is not very clear!
 Sikong Xing'er quickly vetoed: "That's not okay, there should be infatuated men, you see Jin Yuelin, because of Lin Weiyin's lifelong non-marriage, he still lives next door to her with her, Jin Yuelin's love for Lin Weiyin is really infinite No regrets, Yang Guo in Jin Yong's novel waited for Xiaolongnv for 16 years, although it is a novel, it is quite touching!"

"Sister Zheng'er, what are you talking about?" Meng Tingjun tugged at his hair, looking at Sikong Xing'er in bewilderment.

Only then did Sikong Xing'er realize that she had made a slip of the tongue, she stuck out her tongue: "It's nothing, even if you say you don't understand!"

"Since Mr. Ting doesn't understand, can sister Zheng'er tell me that you like that kind of man?" Meng Tingjun asked again.

"I like to be like—" Sikong Xing'er suddenly remembered that she was still a man, she swallowed the words back.

Pretending to be shy, he twisted Meng Tingjun's nose: "I won't tell you!"

"Sister Zheng'er, don't be shy, tell me quickly!"

"Okay, if you catch me, I'll tell you!"

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Xing'er fled in despair.

Meng Tingjun chased after him like a child.

They ran to the street happily, and all kinds of goods were sold on both sides of the street.

When Meng Tingjun and Sikong Xing'er saw the dazzling array of trinkets, they all opened their eyes wide, salivating!
Women are born shopaholics, no matter in the 21st century or in the Inter-Sichuan Continent they are the same!

"Wow, sister Zheng'er's silk scarf looks so good!" Meng Tingjun stopped at a stall where she bought silk scarves.

Sikong Xing'er saw that she liked her a lot, so he took out the silver and handed it to the aunt who sells silk scarves.

"If you like it, my sister will give it to you!"

"Really?" Meng Tingjun took the silk scarf and looked at it again and again, really couldn't put it down.

"I've already given you the money, are there any fake ones?" Sikong Xing'er calmly explained.

Meng Tingjun was also polite: "Thank you sister Zheng'er!"

"Thank you, isn't it just a silk scarf? What else do you like, Mr. Ting, just buy it!" Sikong Xing'er shook the burden on her shoulders, leaned into Meng Tingjun's ear and whispered: "The princess gave me a lot of money. You can also buy it on this street!"

"Really?" Meng Tingjun didn't seem to believe it.

Sikong Xing'er stuffed a certain amount of money into Meng Tingjun's hands: "Believe it, buy whatever you like, and treat it as a meeting gift from Zheng'er sister!"

"Sister Zheng'er, there must be too much silver!" Meng Tingjun had never seen so much silver, so she was very embarrassed.

"If you think I'm your sister, then take it. Besides, the money belongs to the princess. The princess doesn't have much money, so it's nothing for you to spend for her, right?" Sikong Xing'er patted her on the shoulder.

This time Meng Tingjun is not polite anymore, she waved her hand: "Yes, I will go buy it now, third brother, sister Zhenger, you are waiting for me at the teahouse!"

(End of this chapter)

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