Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 110 Three Women in One Drama! [Gift of Silver League ellipsis twenty]

Xiahou Chunchun turned his head to look, and saw several servants and maidservants entering the warm pavilion first, all bowing their heads in silence.

On the other hand, Song Jing's face was pale, and he seemed to have a serious attitude.

Xia Houchun realized it in his heart.

This one is actually afraid of guilt.

At the right time, a gust of fragrant wind blows.

But seeing the colorful embroidery floating, the enchanting women are coming.

"I don't know that a distinguished guest is coming, but my concubine is far away from welcoming her, and I hope the guest will forgive me."

The alluring woman bowed her knees and smiled reservedly.

His face is pink and blush, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are twinkling, as if there is something strange.

Murong Yan moved closer, and secretly said: "Brother Shi, be careful, this man has a magnificent aura, and he seems to be 'heretical'."

Xia Houchun's heart tightened quietly, but his face remained calm, and he secretly asked through voice transmission: "Heretician?"

"Brother, you should know that besides the 'Big Four' in today's monastic world, the Mayfly, the Wangulou, and the Ten Families are the most powerful, and they are known as the 'First Class' among the Nine Streams."

"Especially Mayfly and Wangulou are top-notch forces. For hundreds of years, they have never thought of tearing the 'Big Four' off the altar."

Xia Houchun was surprised, and glanced at Murongyan, this little girl can also transmit sound, which is rare, she is well hidden.

It seems that there is still a big treasure by my side, I have to dig it all the time.

He thought for a moment, then echoed: "Could it be that this is also a member of the 'first-class' force?"

Murong Yan was very knowledgeable, shook his head secretly, and replied: "No, if Murong's prediction is correct, this Mrs. Song should be from the Yuanyang Pavilion, and she is a 'heretic' outside the Jiuliu."

As the saying goes, scholars, farmers, workers, merchants, etc. are called the top nine, while theft, theft, and prostitution are the bottom nine, and the rest are doctors, ministers, piano, chess, books, paintings, monks, Taoists, and nuns. Nine streams.

But outside of Jiuliu, it is heresy.

He uses tools, armour, talismans, spells, Gu, witches, and evils to survive and die, so he is called heresy.

In the world of Dajing cultivating Taoism, apart from Xuanzong and Lingmen who are high above and overlooking the heroes of the world, there are actually many first-class top forces.

Under the "leader of intelligence" Wangulou and the killer organization "Mayfly", there are second-rate forces such as Baihualou and Yaowang Palace. Although Baihualou is a loose alliance of forces purely gathered by female cultivators, it is rare, but it can be ranked among the "second-rate" 'This is not bad.

Under the self-editing and self-acting of Wangjigu, the magic stick force, they ranked and classified all the cultivating forces in the world except Xuanzong.

Baihualou ranked among the "Top Ten" in Dajing with the power of "heretics", which is not uncommon.

Xia Houchun squinted his eyes quietly, Yuanyang Pavilion belongs to Baihua Building, which is in the same line as Taikang Yanyu Building.

Yuanyang Pavilion is one of the "Hundred Flowers". Although it calls itself "Mandarin Duck Flower", it still cannot change its prostitute nature.

However, Wangjigu listed it as a 'leftist way'. If you want to come to Baihualou, it is not just as simple as selling meat.

Xia Houchun's mind turned, and while he was meditating, he sent a sound transmission to Murong Yan: "From Baihualou? Isn't the teacher in this palace at a loss?"

Murong Yan glanced at Xia Houchun with a smile on his face, but it made his back feel a little chilly.

She echoed with a bit of gnashing of teeth: "This one is still perfect!"

"What?" Xia Houchun was dumbfounded again.

He subconsciously glanced at Song Jing.

Now, he began to feel sorry for his gentleman again.

It's nothing more than fear of guilt, married into the family, but he hasn't eaten meat until now, he feels sorry for this Master Song from the bottom of his heart.

Xia Houchun pretended not to know, looked at Song Jing, and said in a confused voice, "Who is this?"

Song Jing hurriedly supported the woman, wiped a trace of shame on his face, and said to Xia Houchun, "Your Highness, this is Xiao Ruo."

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Ma'am, this is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, hurry up and salute."

The enchanting woman looked surprised, and looked at Xia Houchun with great interest, instead of pretending to be sincere and fearful, she saluted generously and said:

"Your Highness Luan is here, but my concubine and my humble husband are not far away to welcome you, so please don't blame your Highness."

Xia Houchun smiled, and gave a little support, "Ma'am, excuse me."

Xiao Ruo's eyes flashed, and he looked at Murong Yan, the princess?
Murong Yan didn't explain, just smiled lightly, and then gently took Xia Houchun's arm to declare his sovereignty.

She glanced at the other party's uneven curves, which were full of goods, she pursed her mouth jealously, and muttered, "It's quite big."

The woman's smile became brighter, and she smiled gracefully at Fang Xirou: "This is the Crown Princess."

The enchanting woman continued to smile unabated, "The crown prince and princess concubine have come to the humble house, the concubine's hospitality is not good, and I still look at Haihan."

Xia Houchun's body froze, and a chill suddenly rose from his back.

It's over, how could I forget this one.

"All right!"

A cold voice came from behind him.

Song Jing was the first to come back to his senses, and hurried to the embroidered couch, holding the dazed Song Zhuowen's thin hand, "Wen'er, Wen'er, wake up, look at dad, look at dad."

Song Zhuowen's eyes were dazed, his face was pale, and his thin and frail Fuliu body was crumbling.

After glancing at Song Jing, he collapsed on the couch, panicking Song Jing into a panic.

"Wen'er, Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen, don't scare your father."

The man behind the mask who had just finished working with Fang Xirou said in a low voice: "She is fine, it's just that she has been depressed for many years, and she urgently needs to rest and rest, and she will be fine after a night of sleep."

Song Jing was still a little worried, and he was relieved only when he heard Song Zhuowen breathing evenly.

It was Xiao Ruo who also showed gratitude, and thanked the masked man and Fang Xirou, "The two of you saved my beloved son, your kindness is as great as a mountain, please accept this concubine's bow."

Fang Xirou looked indifferent, and said in a low voice: "No need, how can I bother Fairy Baihualou to condescend."

Song Jing's face froze in gratitude, a little unnaturally.

Although his daughter-in-law is from Baihualou, she is clean, and he has never touched her until now.

On the contrary, Xiao Ruo smiled softly, "So it's the little saint of the Spirit Gate, a rare visitor."

Fang Xirou snorted lightly.

Song Jing was surprised: "Madam, do you know this Miss Fang?"

Xiao Ruo said in a low voice, "You don't understand things about cultivation, so don't ask."

Xia Houchun glanced at Song Jing, only to see that his face was embarrassing, and he seemed embarrassed.

Look at Xiao Ruo again, dressed in luxurious brocade, wearing pearls and silver, his face is radiant, which is quite different from Song Jing's simple and plain attire.

He secretly sighed in his heart, and then realized it, and muttered, this old guy, seeing him dressed so "plain and unpretentious", thought he had no money for medical treatment, so it turned out that it was all spent on women.

Alas, the dignified and upright minister is also sad to pass the beauty pink pass.

Heh, lick the dog, lick the dog, be careful until the end, nothing left.

Unlike Ben Gong, the beauties throw hugs and hugs and still sit still, which can be described as a gentleman's demeanor, which is different from ordinary people.

Cough, distracted.

At this time, Fang Xirou and Xiao Ruo were already at odds, one question: "Is the little saint Fang okay recently?"Is the menstrual event coming? '.

One' is okay, I can't die, but Aunt Xiao needs more maintenance, after all, women are only afraid of the knives of time. '

What's more, Xiao Ruo kept using his lore skills, "Young children don't know the tears of heroes, and half their lives are wasted running around. My sister should enjoy herself in time."

Fang Xirou was dumb for a while, even Murong Yan was so ashamed.

But Fang Xirou was not to be outdone, and after sneering and ridiculing, she immediately ridiculed her with "the dead tree does not bloom in spring, even if you try your best, it will be in vain, auntie must take care of your health".

The two fought back and forth for half an hour. Finally, the two glared angrily. After staring at each other for a while, they decided to temporarily cease fighting.

The other party thinks that the other party is a strong enemy and should not be underestimated.

Among the onlookers, Xia Houchun watched it with great interest, and clapped his hands and praised it from time to time.

Song Jing was drenched in cold sweat, kept wiping off his sweat, and kept praying in his heart, don't let the gun go off, no matter how bad it is, it won't hurt Chi Yu.

At this time, Xiao Ruo turned his eyes, took the initiative to take Song Jing's arm, and smiled gently at Fang Xirou:
"The little saint will rest for a while, and the concubine will immediately order the Nanjiang chef to cook some game to satisfy the saint's homesickness."

Xia Houchun was speechless for a moment, he was ridiculing Fang Xirou as a barbarian in southern Xinjiang.

Fang Xirou glanced at Murong Yan, "She called you a barbarian, why don't you say anything?"

Xiao Ruo was slightly surprised, and carefully examined Murong Yan, "Could it be that this girl is also from southern Xinjiang?"

Seemingly sincere and sincere, Murong Yan smiled lightly, and said softly like a lady: "Mrs. Song is polite."

Let the wind and rain blow, I will take it lightly.

Xiao Ruo's face is serious, this is the enemy!
Her eyes flashed, she covered her mouth and smiled lowly: "Sister Murong is a concubine, I dare not let you be rude."

"Furthermore, you are a concubine who is high above you. You have been favored by His Highness, and you enjoy the wealth and honor in the world. Your concubine is no more than a pussy willow, but you can't afford the title of madam."

One is Dajing's "Princess Concubine" in name, but she is actually the subjugated princess of Southern Chu; the other is the wife of the governor of Qinzhou, neither of which is a simple role.

The corners of Xia Houchun's mouth twitched, three women in one scene are not easy to mess with.

Murong Yan turned from cloudy to sunny, and actually took the initiative to step forward, with a moved face, and shouted affectionately:

"Aunt Song is very polite. You are the elder of His Highness, and it is only right for us to salute you."

murderous look!Thick murderous intent!
Song Jing shuddered subconsciously, and exchanged a glance with the stiff-faced Xia Houchun, who could see the chill in each other's eyes.

"Okay!" A flat voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)