The days of eating and drinking: The Biography of the Silly Concubine

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On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, the setting sun shines in the west.

Bihe hummed a ditty, and happily changed into a fresh and clean one, and then faced the bronze mirror, drawing curved eyebrows and drawing small red lips.

Hong Cen watched from the side and frowned, would she want to hang out in the lobby again tonight?But tonight, is she dressed too much? She is very coquettish and dazzling. At the first glance, it will make people shine, and she will definitely want to take a few more glances.

But usually she doesn't draw her eyebrows or put on makeup when she goes to the lobby. [

"My beauty, you have to smile, the more you smile, the less wrinkles you will get. Hee hee." He said, and gave Hong Cen a wink, "How is it? Do you feel your heart beating?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Go out and play outside."

Bi He imitated the posture of the little girl outside, and pretentiously fingered the orchid, picked up a pink feather fan, and then casually took a silk handkerchief, delicately flicked it on Hong Cen's cheek, " Beauty, let's be happy in the middle of the night, um! Boo! Bye."

After all, the little butt twisted and walked out the door.But when he was about to open the door, Hong Cen held it down!

"Where to go?"

"Go shopping, buy something, and seduce a few perverts to add some business to our Red Candle House."

"Do you need to bring everything under the bed when you go to the street?"

"Uh..." Bi He was a little surprised, he didn't expect him to notice it.What is she keeping under the bed?It was nothing more than something she used for self-defense, but also for killing people.

"What do you want to do?"

"kill."

"Kill who?"

"I've been waiting for him to come." She has already inquired.Before evening, the man will enter the city.

"Ying'er! Don't risk your life, bear with it, everything is over." He hugged her and blocked the door with his back, not allowing her to go out.That person is not an ordinary person, the guards around her are all masters, she is a brat who knows a little bit of martial arts, how can she fight well?

"..."

"He doesn't come often. Just twice a year."

Bihe smiled lightly, but still hugged him with both arms, restless little hands, trying to imagine some kind of picture that is not suitable for children, how could he remember what he said?