Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 222|On selfishness

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Moli likes water, but doesn't like hot water for bathing.

Is the fish immersed in hot water like a word?

As soon as Qin Lu picked up his apprentice, he found that the child was very nervous when he took a bath, and he was unwilling to go down on the edge of the wooden barrel.

It's hot water!

Warm water is also hot water!

However, Mr. Qin didn't understand, he thought that Moli was afraid of water. After all, this child was fished out of the water after the flash flood broke out. A little bit older than a barrel is not as high as a wooden barrel. A bath can scare the child enough. How can it make people feel bad?

Forget it, let the child stand in the tub and take a bath with the soap horn hot water towel.

I saw the black carp of the aunt next door scraping fish scales and pickling fish: "..."

Jump up and run.

There are too many puppies like this in Zhushan County, and there are many people who rush to the street from home and bare **** to take a bath... Tang Xiaotang tried to do this before, but he was good or Moli. In the end, Mr. Qin's two apprentices did not become the talk of the neighbours.

Because Qin Lu's martial arts weren't practiced for nothing, Pi Wazi wanted to go to the street even if he couldn't get out of the door?

Wash, press as well.

Mr. Qin washed the fish for months without knowing it, until the fish understood what the bath was like.

Although Moli prefers to use cold water, Mr. Qin, the famous doctor and sacred hand, obviously will not let the three-year-old baby take a cold bath, and it is not allowed in hot weather.

The ink carp can only be washed secretly, and if it is found, it will pretend to play in the water.

It was discovered that Moli gradually returned to normal. From a dumb little doll who didn't remember anything, Qin Lu was able to laugh and talk, and secretly play in the water. He was so relieved that he missed the opportunity to know the truth.

After "growing up", the ink carp took a bath in cold water with the excuse of deep internal strength, and countless cold days are no exception. As a result, Qin Lu mistakenly thought that he was struggling his muscles and bones. It is a good thing for young people to suffer. As long as they don't overdo it and damage the foundation, Qin Lu mentions a few words and gladly doesn't ask any more.

——I missed the opportunity to know the truth again.

Anyway, their master and disciple have misunderstood each other for more than ten years, not bad this time twice.

No one knows that Moli does not like to bathe in hot water.

When staying outside at the inn, Moli ordered his buddies to fill hot water in wooden buckets.

Without him, if someone sends cold water instead of hot water, it will be too noticeable. Moli is a person who has to pretend to be shaking when he falls into the ice lake. He is afraid of revealing his identity to others, and is afraid of him making fun of himself to Meng Qi.

Fear of taking a hot bath, what a new thing. Meng Qi must know why when he hears it.

The majesty of the doctor must be maintained, otherwise, how can you drink the bitter medicine with the fat mouse in the future?

When Moli entered this "ganquan soup" shop, his arms were stiff.

As soon as the thick curtains were opened, there was a rush of heat on the face.

It's like a kitchen with the lid of a large pot removed.

Tangchi's buddy eagerly leads the way.

At this time, it is so hot that you can pour a bucket of cold water directly on your body, and Tangchi's business will naturally decline.

The guy spoke very beautifully in front of Qiu Jing, but he was actually a faceless face, and he gave Fengxingge a face. There were no guests today, and it couldn't be easier to hang a sign that closed business. The pool was cleaned every day, and the inside and out were cleaned very quickly.

"Master, please, master please."

The guy in Fengxingge has a sharp look, and he knows who he should really "please" after taking a look at it for a while.

He has been following Mo Li, wishing that Mo Li stepped on the road.

"The troupe was invited from outside, and the people were unreliable. They were all sent away. There is only one old piano master and one Liu Niang who sings Pingtan. Does the young man have any songs he wants to listen to? The younger one asks people to prepare. "

Seeing Moli's cold face, he didn't know if he was uncomfortable or dissatisfied, he said cautiously: "Don't worry, you guys, all these piano-playing songs are behind the screen. I can't look at you, you too. Not see them."

"How can orchestras withstand the water vapor flooding? Don't be afraid of going out of sound?" Moli asked with a frown.

"This..."

The guy's expression froze on his face, and he looked at Qiu Jing subconsciously.

Qiu Jing shook his fan and said nothing with a grin.

The guy in Tangchi thought, come on, this is probably a difficult character to deal with, even the pavilion owner is watching the excitement.

"The son is an expert on the music road. I must have collected a lot of good wooden pianos at home? Listening to music and playing the piano are looking for ancient temples in the mountains, clear springs and stone streams, burning a furnace of incense and saying a few poems. But let's Those who come and go here and spend money are all businessmen, and those who accept the money are hard-working people. It is good to take the money back for rice and grain, and there are so many things that can be taken care of. I am not afraid of your jokes. Convinced, how is our Tangchi worse than those arty building paintings? Isn’t there no literary talent? The same without clothes, but no fat, no skin and flesh debts. Lying on the Jinxiu high bed with my sister’s arm, What if I listen to the world's most famous songs?"

Mo Li didn't expect a sentence to lead to such a long list of dude.

Monk Yuan Zhi was deeply moved. He sighed that even though he was in the hands of a famous piano, he also possessed superb skills, but what is the difference between falling on the dusty ground and getting damp day and night in Tangchi? All are misfortunes, all people are suffering, but they are struggling to survive.

Moli: "..."

This is the reason, but the instrument still has to lose its sound when it gets damp.

The old monk is too foolish.

Meng Qi can succeed, so can others.

Looking down at the cloth bag in his hand, Moli's thoughts are the same as that of the swordsman at this moment: I can't say it, I decided to shut my mouth.

Qiu Jing knocked the man's shoulder with the fan handle, and walked over with a smile.

The other people in Tangchi looked at the man with envy and jealousy. This is the appreciation of the pavilion master!

Fengxing Pavilion sells news, it’s very important to have a sharp tongue, and what's more brilliant than this is the ability to dig news.

Mo Li's eyes were blank, and he found that Qiujing was a woman's business, and it was not known to everyone in Fengxing Pavilion. Otherwise, he could arrange it in the bathhouse? The guys here will take them directly to a pool that can directly accommodate ten people?

Speaking of which, this pool is very good, only half of it is in the house.

Outside is a small courtyard surrounded by high walls, with a piece of bamboo planted. The screen on which the piano master sits is behind the bamboo, and there is a section of the boss from the pool.

The mist rises and lingers among the bamboo leaves, which is quite artistic.

The chairs and stools next to the pool are complete, some can lie down, some can lean, some are underwater, some are by the pool, and there are delicate wooden plates floating in the middle of the pool.

"There is no separate house?" Moli asked, turning his head.

It's like seeing the cloth bag and the people in the cloth bag, and he bowed and said with a smile on his face: "How can it be, son please."

Then Moli stepped into an empty room with a small bamboo couch.

There is also a pool, empty.

"My son, put the person in the pool, tie your hands and feet and show your head like this. The walls are slippery, and you can't get up no matter how hard you struggle."

Moli: "..."

There is no need to abuse the captives like this.

The buddy smiled and pushed open the small door beside him.

I saw the curtain hanging down on the ground, separated by bamboo screens, behind it was a pool of clear water, and there were flowers and trees planted next to it.

It is a house, rather than a pavilion with a roof. A wooden wheel mechanism pumps the water up, and when it reaches the top of the pavilion, it flows down the corners, like a waterfall. The breeze blew, and the room was cool.

"There is a spring here. The water quality is a bit hard. You can't make tea into your throat, but it's better for bathing. Is it satisfied with the son?"

Moli has only read about similar institutions in books. The hollow pavilion is a copper pavilion that can be heated by burning coals in winter. Even in the wind and snow, the pavilion is warm as spring. The setting in front of him was completely the opposite. The pavilion pillar was also empty. It was just filled with ice cubes and other things, and the endless stream of water was added to immediately block out the hot air.

"I don't want to see this kind of skill here." Mo Li was very surprised.

Whether it is ice cubes or hot coals, the cost is huge, and most of them are used by the palace or the family. Runxian is just a small place, and the outside of this Ganquan Tangchi is also unremarkable. How can there be such a big handwriting?

"The sons do not know something. It is not in the Chen Dynasty. Good food and food can only be enjoyed by the rich and powerful. Now the richest salt merchants in the world are the salt merchants in Huaiyang. In addition, various commercial houses can also be called The house is full of gold and silver, and it is inexhaustible. How can they get rich, but the money is something outside of the body, can't keep it, don't you just spend it hard?"

Mo Li was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he understood what the dude meant.

The world is not peaceful, and money alone is not enough.

Money can invite to the nursing home, so that the little devil can push the wheel, but against the real rich and powerful, let alone money, you can't even save your life.

The man smiled and said: "Our family also looks like a guest house, which is far worse than the real Liushui Pavilion. I heard that the Jiangnan side can accommodate more than a dozen people. The night is brightly lit and colorful embroidery. Brilliant, it is said that there is also a name, called'the Palace of Qingshu in the world, the Palace of Guanghan in the sky'."

After that, a few more servants knocked on the door and came in and brought melon and fruit cold cake tea in season.

The thoughtful greeting made Moli suspect that Fengxingge wanted this method to attract himself.

——From the information collected, I probably saw that Moli Mengqi was "suffering" all the way, without food or clothes.

Moli refused to blow, pull, and sing, and turned off Master Tangchi who knocked his back and rubbed his shoulders and amused little servant who learned ventriloquists. After sending all the people out, he stared at the Liushui Pavilion for a long time and couldn't help but squeeze. Open the curtain and step into the courtyard.

I saw the courtyard densely planted with bamboo. Looking far away, I could see several other courtyard walls and could hear the sound of water over there.

Said concealment is also concealment, but someone really needs to come and see it, and it’s no trouble to go through the forest and over the wall.

There are no female customers in Tangchi, so there is no need for strict arrangement. The pool built outside the house is not only breathable but also capable of admiring the moon, but also arty.

Even if there are those who are worried about their safety, just tell the nurses to wait outside the bamboo forest.

Mo Li is alone, but he is not afraid of the people of Fengxing Pavilion. This bamboo forest is very densely planted, even if it is a master of light work, it is impossible to hide from his eyes and eyes, but the swordsman is a bit troublesome.

Put it in the house, fearing that there will be a secret path inside, and the swordsman will be robbed.

——Mo Li thinks that Qiu Jing might not do this. Although this person is a woman, he has the spirit of a giant crocodile. What about doing things on your own?

As for resting next to the pool, who would let irrelevant people watch while taking a bath?

Mo Lei looked at the pond for a while, then turned to look at the swordsman for a while.

The swordsman knew what Moli was struggling with, but he was so happy to watch the excitement, even wishing the Fengxingge people to make a ghost.

Unfortunately, he didn't feel happy for long when the whole cloth bag was picked up.

The swordsman dumbfoundedly watched Moli pick up the bamboo couch in the room with one hand, and put it directly on the small door leading to the courtyard.

The drapery firmly covered the bamboo couch, and the ink carp untied the cloth bag and placed the person on it, facing the room.

You can see it when you raise your eyes, and it's hard to get robbed.

Swordsman: "..."

What kind of genius doctor? Don’t you think this posture is wrong?

Mo Lei didn't feel it at all.

A gentleman does not have delusions, no one reminds Moli that he really can't think of where to go.

The water in the pool is a living spring. There are not only springs underneath, but the water can flow away from the gaps between the stones, so it remains clear and bottomless at all times. If it weren't for this, it wouldn't cause the ink carp to move.

People soak in the pool water, can feel the subtle water flow constantly washing their limbs.

Except for the lack of aura, it couldn't be better.

Moli loosened his hair, regretting that he could not return to its original shape. He closed his eyes and let the water slowly soak every inch of his skin.

If others can see it, they must be horrified, because the black carp's figure has been completely submerged in the pool, not even showing its head, as if it doesn't need to breathe at all.

The sound of silk and bamboo playing and singing faintly came from a distance, turning to listen.

The sound of running water around the pavilion makes people feel sleepy involuntarily.

The water is the most familiar and relaxing environment for the ink carp, and it will inevitably be affected by some. Although he didn't go to sleep, his spirit was slightly relaxed, and he missed the opportunity to detect the strangeness.

——The bamboo forest undulates slightly, as if being blown by a gust of wind.

The visitor merges with the surrounding breath, as if it were part of the flowing water and breeze.

Meng Qi originally rushed to the noisy place with silk and bamboo, but when he passed this small pavilion, he suddenly paused and turned around hesitantly.

Under the bright moonlight, there is a faint shadow in the fountain.

The waves shook, like a ghostly mirror.

Meng Qi couldn't help getting closer.

"Who?"

The spring pool suddenly made waves, and the drops of water fluttered, showering Meng Qi's face all over.

Meng Qi wasn't unable to escape, but was stunned.

"Mo, Mo...Doctor? Why is the doctor here?"

"Is it unusual for me to be in the water?" Mo Li asked back.

Meng Qi opened his mouth, his head buzzed, but his eyes only stared at Moli.

Only then faintly saw black scales appearing on the chest, abdomen, and arms of the black carp. As the drops of water slipped and disappeared quickly, it must be an illusion by others, but Meng Qi saw scales on the cheek and neck of the black carp. I know what's going on.

He swallowed hard, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Moli is not wearing clothes.

Actually, Meng Qi had seen Moli naked and naked, and it was far less obvious at that time.

——The blood rushes directly above the head, if Meng Qi is not trying to control it, I am afraid that there will be indecent changes on the spot.

White and slender body, dark and shiny scales, inhuman and strange.

The moment the scales appeared, the abundant spiritual energy floated along with it, and the body under it was the clock of good fortune, the ultimate in the world.

Non-taught people can't wait to swallow it in one bite.

Meng Qi suddenly felt that it was as beautiful as he looked at a scroll of mountain scenery. The appearance of a normal ink carp would never make him lose control, and he needs scales.

Meng Qi's soul was flying out of the sky, Mo Li found that his expression was wrong, and when he looked closely, he found that there was some evil spirit on Meng Qi's body that had not disappeared.

It was just this evil spirit that shocked the ink carp.

"You murdered?" Moli's expression changed, worried about the recurrence of Meng Qi's old illness.

"Uh, uh, uh."

Meng Qi answered vaguely, his mind was full of chaos, and his heart was full of what the ink carp looked like just now.

Mo carp saw that this was not good, he had to drink medicine.

I didn't have time to find clothes to put on, so I leaned against the pool to get my pulse.

"Hands."

Meng Qi stretched out his hand instinctively, then Doctor Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at Meng Qi blankly.

Meng Qi looked back.

After a while, Meng Qi suddenly woke up, withdrew his hands like lightning, and cursed his own pig brain.

How dare you stretch out your hand to the doctor after moving your mind?

What is this?

Tell the ink carp bluntly, want the joy of fish and water?

Moli is not as calm as on his own face.

Although he is not wearing clothes, he is still in the pool. Meng Qi is not an outsider, and occasionally meets him when changing clothes on weekdays.

Except for the first time the two confessed, Meng Qi is not unusual in his usual days. Moli has always thought that dragon veins are different from mortals in the world.

Mo Li himself is like this, so he thinks Meng Qi is the same.

It seems that I made a mistake.

Mo Li racked his brains thinking about what was different from his usual a while ago, and how did it irritate Meng Qi?

This thought of him, coupled with the expressionless face, made Meng Qi feel flustered.

"Why is the doctor here? I heard people from Piaoping Pavilion say that this soup pond is their sub-rudder, so I found it."

"Huh? This is the place of Fengxing Pavilion. How did it become...Wait, how many killers did you catch?"

Mo Li turned to Meng Qi subconsciously. The latter actually knew that the confession he had asked for might be problematic, but he just brought it along. Anyway, he made an appointment with the doctor in Runxian, but he didn’t expect this embarrassing thing to happen. .

"Yes, I chased them to the place where they were hiding, and found that they were all gangsters full of evil spirits. Somehow, I had a symptom..."

Meng Qi is going to pretend to be sick, as long as he can fool the doctor, the bitter concoction will be bitter concoction.

Moli's eyelids lifted, and suddenly he said: "The night when you first arrived at Yongzhou in the wild, you were also guilty of being ill. You insisted that you were crazy, but you actually wanted to spend the spring night with me."

Meng Qi almost bit her cheek.

"What did you see just now, why are you suddenly excited?" Moli did not relax.

Meng Qi's face turned red and white, struggling to say something, and at the same time looking around, hoping to find a chance to change the subject.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was another couch beside the fountain, with the curtain hanging down and a person lying on it.

Meng Qi was furious when I remembered that Moli mentioned that this was the place of Fengxing Pavilion.

"Fengxing Pavilion dare to insult you and me? Send someone to serve on the pillow seat?"

He made an angry move, and even Mo Li would never allow people to crawl on the bed secretly.

The invisible spirit tore the curtain to pieces in an instant, and the person on the couch rolled twice and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing that the situation is not good, Moli takes action to dissolve Meng Qi's palm strength, otherwise the swordsman whose limbs and joints are misaligned will be completely disabled because of this fall.

The knife man didn't appreciate at all, staring at Meng Qi and wanted to curse, and was twitched by the words of Meng Qi and Moli just now.

——Serve a fart pillow?

——It's all his. What the fuck? What does it matter to him?