"Are you the Chunguo from the Pingzhou Theater?" The white-robed general calmed down and asked again, "I heard people talking about it in the teahouse, and then I realized that Liu Shangshu's son was so hateful that he robbed you here.

So I rushed over to save people...but...it was still too late."

Chunguo? Who is it? She was drunk, and her mind was in a trance for a moment. Qinglan raised her hand to touch her forehead subconsciously, moved it, and actually did it.

A corner of the red gauze covering his body was spread out, exposing more of his fair shoulders. Seeing the drunken smile on the other side's lips, the general became embarrassed again and urged: "Put on your clothes first, and I'll take you with me."

Get out, there are my brothers outside, let's hurry up and get out before the Liu family's servants gather!"

"Kill out"? The emotion just now was like an illusion. Qinglan felt a little confused as if she was in a dream... Is this a scene where a hero saves a beauty? Moreover, the hero is late.

Looking over the shoulder of the white-robed general, she saw that the ground was covered with broken porcelain pieces, torn silk ribbons, trampled calligraphy and paintings, overturned smoke cages... and inferior costumes that had been torn into several pieces.[

However... something seems wrong.

Is this a dream?

Who is she? The dreamer? The person in the dream?

The white-robed general listened to the sounds outside and became more and more anxious, "Don't delay! Chunhu, you have gone with me first. That's it. What's the use of feeling sorry for yourself? A true man, just take revenge when you have a grudge!"

follow me

Fight out and kill the beast who insulted you first! If you are afraid that you will not be able to return to the troupe, you may follow us to the border. Now is the time for the country to employ people. Practice some martial arts and earn some military merit. See who dares to offend you.

!”

Such a story becomes even more ridiculous. Did she actually become a man? She also surrendered to the border? It turns out that in this story, she is really an actress.

"Little Marquis!" The door was knocked open again, and a frightened and angry cry came, accompanied by the crunching sound of porcelain paper being kicked.

"It's really the little Marquis!" A beautiful woman in a flaming red dress rushed forward, threw herself on the bedside and cried loudly: "How could this happen?! In the afternoon, she said that she was going to go out to play, and it was only two short days ago.

An hour... Wuwu... Who is the little Marquis? I will definitely cut that beast into pieces with a thousand swords!..."

"Who else could it be?!" Following behind the beauty in red, a rough and fierce man roared like thunder, throwing in a disheveled young man with a bruised nose and face, "Young man, I've already beaten this beast for you.

He’s turned into a pig! You give me whatever orders you want, but how are you going to deal with them?”

Next, a group of people came in, most of them dressed as servants. They were all gray-faced. They seemed to have suffered a lot from the big man. The leader was a fat man with big ears and official clothes. He looked like a dog official in the TV series.

Just like this, he was following the beauty in red, bowing and bowing repeatedly, and apologizing profusely.

The white-robed general just now changed his expression, moved away from Qing Lan, and asked the beauty in red, "Did you call him Little Marquis? Which Little Marquis? Isn't he a Chunhuer?"

"Of course he is my young marquis, the son of the Marquis of Qingjun. How could he be the son of some Chunhui Xiaguan?!" The beauty was furious, her eyes turned, and she turned around and grabbed the official's collar, "I understand! It must be you.

That son, who is worse than a beast, mistook my young prince for some harlot in the theater, kidnapped him, and defiled him!

Qing Lan looked at everything in front of her with amusement. The story became more and more complicated, but to her, it was still as distant as a dream.

When he raised his eyes, he met the look of the white-robed general, which was cold and disgusting. It seemed that he was not the same person at all as the image of the hero who was filled with righteous indignation and drew his sword to help.
Chapter completed!