‘Osmanthus Cake’ is also very common in the palace, but the osmanthus Cake in the palace pursues too much finesse in appearance, and the taste is a bit worse.

Although the osmanthus cake in the market looks ugly, it is better because of its taste and taste. Tang Qiming bought a full three pounds of osmanthus cake for Tang Miaomiao, and watched his beloved little sister eat it and become a little cat.

Tang Miaomiao didn't mind that his eating habits were ugly, but just listened to Tang Qiming muttering: "Slow down, slower." He felt very warm in his heart.

The three brothers and sisters of the old Tang family have always had a very good relationship. Tang Miaomiao is naturally the one who is the youngest. Seeing that it is useless to be slower, Tang Qiming asked seriously: "When you are full later, will we still eat oil splash noodles?"

When Tang Miaomiao heard this, she put down the osmanthus cake and looked a little reluctant, but when she remembered the oil-splashed noodles, she should keep a little belly.

The carriage walked all the way to Lianhua Lane. The brother and sister had eaten the oil splashed noodles and started strolling. Tang Miaomiao had to buy any new things when she saw them. Tang Qiming was naturally satisfied with that little money.

As soon as the afternoon, half a cart of messy objects were piled up in the spacious carriage.

In the afternoon, Tang Qiming and Tang Miaomiao listened to the storytelling and talking about the decisive battle in the north of Shengjing City. Whenever they talked about how strong the old sect and the temple master were, there were boos below. Whenever they talked about the barefoot monk showing his power, the diners were in a boiling state.

After listening with relish for an hour, the brother and sister reluctantly left the teahouse. Then they went to the Futu Temple to flask a stick of incense, ate a vegetarian meal, and waited for the night to come. The most famous Baihua Night Market in Shengjing opened.

Baihua Night Market is located on the spacious Shilin Street, with stalls that are hard to find. Whenever night falls, it is the most prosperous area in Shengjing City, except for Fengyue Tower. There are endless crowds and extremely lively.

Tang Miaomiao comes here every month to find some strange things. Tang Qiming doesn't come here many times a year. Tang Miaomiao holds his big hand and is crowded in the crowd.

"Brother, have you ever eaten sugar man?"

Tang Qiming shook his head.

"Brother, how do you look at this fan?"

"The fan surface is rough, and the writing is sensible, not worth mentioning."

"Brother, is this dress beautiful?"

"Slightly cheesy."

In the night market where the lights are just on, Tang Miaomiao pinched her waist and said, "Brother, you are so boring. No wonder you are so old and your mother hasn't married you yet."

Tang Qiming looked embarrassed and said, "The main reason is that there is no suitable one."

Tang Miaomiao took Tang Qiming's big hand and walked up again in the crowd. Suddenly, Tang Miaomiao saw the smiling candied haws.

The smiling gourd is actually not new. It just carves the smiling faces with hawthorn and other ingredients, and then uses candied haws to make them the same, but it is particularly popular among children.

Tang Miaomiao knew that this was the most popular practice in Shengjing City recently, so she jumped up excitedly, let go of her elder brother's hand, and shouted: "Brother. Hurry up."

Tang Qinian was about to follow her younger sister, but at this time she happened to be blocked by a slim woman in front of her. Tang Qiming was a very graceful person. Naturally, she would not push the woman away and rush over, but slowed down and looked at Tang Miaomiao, who was traveling through the cracks of the people with her petite figure and flexible body, came to the stall not far away.

He smiled slightly and was no longer anxious. He followed the almost crowded crowd and walked forward, and suddenly felt that the night market was very lively.

At this time, the graceful lady in front of her suddenly stopped walking. Tang Qiming, who was a little distracted, almost hit her delicate body. Fortunately, he stopped in time and wanted to complain about the woman in his heart, but a figure suddenly fell from the sky.

The figure fell very quickly, and it directly raised blood that was half redder than the big red lantern. It instantly came to the ground and made a roar and scream.

Tang Qiming did not go to see how miserable a person's death seemed, nor did he care whether the unlucky guy who was hit by this person died.

He instantly realized the danger. At this time, countless people screamed in Baihua Night Market, and then someone fled in panic. In the originally peaceful and prosperous night market, he suddenly changed his face.

Tang Qiming was only worried about his younger sister, but found that he could not see Tang Miaomiao, but he heard a series of "puff, puff."

A young man dressed in Xiao Si came to the plainclothes Yu Linjun, who was responsible for protecting Tang Qinian and Tang Miaomiao, and he collided with his arms.

Yulin Jun is a middle-aged man, and he angrily scolded: "You can't walk long..."

The words came to an abrupt end. Xiao Si's dagger had stabbed more than a dozen times in his lower abdomen, bringing out the large intestine and small intestine in his abdomen, and the thick black blood all over the ground.

This is just a scene in Baihua Night Market. At the same time, many Yulin soldiers were found and killed with great accuracy, and a bloody smell instantly spread in the night market.

The dressed-up woman started to shout blindly with her sharp voice. The scholars no longer had the elegant temperament. The vendors shrank their heads and ran away without having time to sort out the goods.

The night sky with bright moonlight became cloudy, and no matter how bright the moonlight came, strange hail fell.

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In the north of Shengjing City, Sepi ordered the city wall to be blocked and walked out of the city alone on the soil where the barefoot monk had fought.

On the silver-white plain, countless fine silver lights fell from the sky, blown into straight lines by the strong wind, falling into snow and smashing shallow pits. When the shallow pits appear in the entire plain, the dense scenes will make people feel uncomfortable.

The erotica was very uncomfortable, and his face looked ugly because he didn't know what Scar Curly was going to do when he came to Shengjing.

At the end of the plain, the burly Shao Donghua carried the second prince of the prosperous Tang Dynasty with a pale face and a dying face.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the towering Shengjing City under the hail in the distance. At this time, countless ice chips splashed at Shengjing City and seemed to have silver light. On this dark moon night, he said to himself: "It seems to be bigger than before."

The Sepi, who was waiting under Shengjing City, came to the barefoot monk and asked, "Monk, I'm a little nervous."

The burly barefoot monk had long been transformed into a sculpture. Although the Great Shura behind him was fierce, he didn't look angry at all, so it was naturally impossible to give a lewd response.

But Sepi looked at the petrified face of the barefoot monk and saw his confident smile. He seemed to feel that this was the answer given to him by the barefoot monk, and he couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

Shao Donghua came behind the Great Shura with Tang Qinian on his back. He looked up at the statue made of this great magical power, and couldn't help but frown, but he heard the lust say at this moment: "Curly, why are you doing in Shengjing?"

Shao Donghua looked at Sepi, dusted his curls with his hands, shook the ice and said, "Come and send the second prince home."

As he said that, he untied the strip of cloth and put down the soft and boneless Tang Qinian.

The sepig did not look at Tang Qinian at first, but just looked at Shao Donghua without any hesitation. When his eyes were facing each other, his complexity was beyond words.

Among the six kings of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the relationship between the erotic and curly hair was relatively deep, because one was from a gangster and was not careful about the details, while the other was considered a military scoundrel when he was young, so he naturally had similar temperaments.

But now I haven't seen each other for many years, but when I meet, I can't drink and talk about it, but I can only face each other with swords. It has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

"Your beard is so ugly."

The sex-pissed Taoist Dayou took a deep breath. This sentence seemed to evoke his beautiful memories many years ago, but he still said: "I have a stubble that is more charming than you."

Shao Donghua and Sepi have been to the kilns countless times, and naturally knows the charm of Sepi in the romantic place. He nodded and admitted this, but immediately sat down and said, "I know you have gained something in the Western Regions. Although Xiao Fuzi is also at the peak of his magical powers, he is obviously much worse than you. Why not talk about the past and not fight?"

The big friend of the Sepitao felt the blow of hail falling on his body, shook his head and said, "The weather is not good today, and it is not suitable for reminiscing about the past."

Shao Donghua said: "I will leave tomorrow morning, and Tang Qinian will not die."

The corner of Sepi's mouth raised, "For someone like you who are treacherous, I will not be so naive that I gave you a little trust from thirty years ago."

He said that the coloring pussy was flipping up his palm, and a whirlwind in his hand went from small to large to sky, and the scene was extremely magical.

Shao Donghua narrowed his eyes, his curly hair was shaved up, watching the tornado with his palm as the root swept across the sky, rolling into countless silver whites, stirring the clouds in the sky, and making the bright moon emit a soft moonlight. He couldn't help but sigh: "What a palm!"

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The rapid fall of hail hit Shengjing City like a messy drum beat.

The Baihua Night Market became even more chaotic under the urging of these chaotic drum beats.

Tang Miaomiao, who had just licked a smiley candied haws, saw someone thrown out of the streets in the restaurant, so she was so scared that she hid behind the stall.

An old man sold candied haws, whose face suddenly turned pale. In a shock, he immediately pushed up his car, shaking the awkward smiles on the rows of candied haws inserted into the car quickly squeezed into the crowd.

Tang Miaomiao could not see where Tang Qiming was going. She was just blaming herself for being timid and wanted to find her elder brother's trace, but she saw a man who was surrounded by two or three people and fell to the ground and died dozens of times.

Tang Miaomiao's face turned pale and seemed to understand something. The panic scream made her even more panicked. She cleverly hid behind the wooden pillar at the door of a shop, squatted down, not knowing what to do.

The sounds on the eaves were chaotic. Tang Miaomiao took a deep breath, opened her lively eyes widened, and looked into the street. She found that there was an empty space in the crowded tide, and the space was full of blood. Even if there was a mess in Baihua Night Market at this time, no one dared to touch it.

The source of the blood was a man dressed in a scholar. There were several holes in his white robe, and blood was spreading, but he placed his index finger on his lips, and his eyes were empty to look at the gloomy sky. Even if hail hits the bridge of his nose, he didn't move.

Tang Miaomiao covered his cherry lips with his little hands, his eyes were blurred, and his heart was like a knife, but he did not make any sound.

Because that was the elder brother’s instructions before his death!
Chapter completed!