Pampered Fei Brimming with Cuteness

"Don't dare... just the money girl must see my lord, I will tie me first."

The eyes of the money blossomed into a seam, the small people looked at the cold iron, looked at the pedestrians in front of the palace, from time to time to look at it here, the money blossoming and moving, now has an idea.

"Cold iron, you dare not make a bet with me, I will stand here, do not need you to inform, do not use your life and death, Long Muzhen will go out to meet me personally, do you believe it or not?"

"Why do I bet with you?" Cold Iron obviously didn't have much interest.

"If you win, I promise that I will never see Long Muyu again. Even if he asks me for the Eighth, I will drive him out."

"But if I win, you will be my younger brother, and I will be sent later!!"

This woman, can the tone be less arrogant, and let Wang Ye worship nine? However, her bet, but she is in the middle of the mind, she lost, can be a last resort, she won, and when she is big, she will be the prince, she will be harmed.

The cold iron hesitated: "Well... but you have to promise me, you can't call the king at the gate of the palace, you can't say your name, don't think we will help you."

The two reached a consensus, and Qian Duodu took a small ran without a shadow. Han Tie thought that this little girl was definitely not guilty, and he was too embarrassed to admit defeat, first slipped.

He is letting his heart down, ready to let the guards of the janitor fight to the spirit, in case the money blossoms suddenly sneak attack, they see the distant gongs and drums, as if they are a group of singers who sing big dramas, straight toward them. Come along.

The voice was loud, and the eardrums were almost broken. It was only in front of the palace, where the civilians yelled, and the troupe seemed to know that the king could not help, so the people who beat the drums were only separated by a street. Just stopped.

The cold iron sighed with a sigh of relief and almost caught them as rioters.

But in the next second, from the troupe, there was a sharp female voice, wearing a large linen coat, a white gauze wrapped in the head, a grass inserted in the yarn, in a posture of a fairy, vertical With the orchid pointing, the sideways body took a small step and appeared in front of the palace of the king. ,

Behind her, followed by Xiaoruo, the same wearing a filial piety, holding a pile of grass mats in his hand, lost in front of the palace.

The money blossoms debut!

When the cold iron looks, the boss of Zhang, who is shocked by the mouth, is this a play?

Yes, I have a mouth open, full of Beijing: "Duo is away from Hongdong County, will come to the street, never said that my heart is miserable, the gentleman of the past listened to me..."

Qian Duodu sang here, and Xiao Ruo slammed on the ground and cried at the grass mat.

Duo sang a few words, not forgetting to give a little wink to the cold iron naughty, that way, don't mention too much.

His grandmother knows that this dead woman has more ghosts. Now she is crying and screaming before she goes to the palace.

The people around me saw such a wonderful scene, all stopped, surrounded by the front of the palace, listening to the enthusiasm, and talking about it.

"Hey, you said, is there any funeral in this palace? Would you please ask the troupe to sing this?"

"Hey - you don't want to die, dare to talk about the king, we can watch the show."

"Right, this woman sings really well..."