Murong Qianqian thought for a while and put a hand on Xiang Mo's shoulder, "Xiang Mo is good, that's because I don't want to sin and soil this beautiful dress in vain."

When Xiang Mo heard this, he burst into tears.

After the two of them had tidied up, Murong Qianqian rewarded the landlady with some more money and said with a smile: "Madam, where is the flower building here?"

The landlady smiled and took a bite of the gold. When she heard this, she frowned and looked up and down: "Are you going to the flower building?"

Murong Qianqian tried her best to control the twitching of the corners of her lips, cursing in her heart, sh|it, this disgusting expression was too obvious, but she still forced a smile and nodded.

"Go that way." The landlady pointed the way, looked at the disappearing figure, and sighed: "It's not easy for the eunuch to still think about things like that without him."

The two of them walked for a while in the direction pointed by the landlady, but Murong Qianqian was a road addict, and the situation of Xiang Mo next to her was not much better.

The two of them walked around until the soles of their feet were blistered, but they couldn't find the flower building.

"Mother, what kind of flower house are we going to at our daughter's house? I can't find it anyway, so why not just go back." Seeing that it was getting late, Xiang Mo couldn't help but urge.

Murong Qianqian was ogling the nymphomaniac on the street, shaking the folding fan in her hand, "Girl, would you like to sign your name as a souvenir?"

When those nymphomaniacs heard this, their whole faces turned red with embarrassment, but they couldn't bear to leave, so they coyly covered half of their faces with handkerchiefs.

There were three black lines on Xiang Mo's forehead, "Sir, did you hear that?"

Murong Qianqian always knew that she was a goddess in the hearts of men, but this was the first time she dressed as a man, and she couldn't help but wonder about her charm. She was enjoying it, when she heard Xiang Mo ask loudly, she couldn't help but shouted, "Didn't you see, I'm busy!"

Xiang Mo clapped his hands and said happily: "Then I won't go to Hualou!"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the nymphomaniac who was still surrounding Murong Qianqian with all kinds of flirtatious looks changed, and she ran away with the wind at her feet.

Murong Qianqian's face turned black and she wet her face. She stretched out her hand and beat Xiang Mo's head wildly, "I let you say it, I let you say it!"

"Young Master, you are too masculine. Stop it, stop it~" Xiang Mo ran away with his head in his arms, tears streaming down the street.

Her hands were numb from the beating. Murong Qianqian smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes, closed her fan, and stroked the aggrieved Xiang Mo squatting in the corner. She said kindly: "Be good, beating is love, and scolding is love. If you don't hit or scold, you won't be in love."

Look how much I love you."

Xiang Mo bit her lip and trembled: "My queen, please don't love me!"

…

After another half an hour, Murong Qianqian almost walked around the entire market, but she just couldn't find the legendary flower house.

Suddenly, the obsessive-compulsive disorder occurred again, just when I was gritting my teeth.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance lingered in the air, and a crescent-white robe fluttered into view.

Her long hair, as black as a waterfall, is scattered casually and naturally around her waist, and her blue hair is floating in the cool summer wind.

The visitor passed by, and the black hair was brushing Murong Qianqian's nose, which made her itch so much that she couldn't help but sneeze, "Ah qie~"

"Um, um...please wait a moment." Murong Qianqian looked at the slender figure with a somewhat muscular body, and could not guess the gender for the moment.
Chapter completed!