Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Chapter 356 Hermaphrodite
The place where Yu Zikong and Qiao Mengsong live in seclusion is a bamboo forest, and there are almost no other colors except green.

"Master!" Yu Zikong stood outside the yard and shouted inside.

After a while, Qiao Mengsong's impatient voice came from inside, "Didn't I give you the key?"

"I lost it!" Yu Zikong rubbed his nose. He had been in Ji Ren Tang for a long time, and he had forgotten where the key was.

Qiao Mengsong came out cursing, wearing a coquettish red dress to add some color to the bamboo forest.

"Diudiu, why don't you lose yourself too!"

Qiao Mengsong opened the door angrily, and in a blink of an eye, she had another expression on Jun Tingsheng and the others, "Come in, come in."

I thought that living in seclusion here must be a very simple and elegant person, but I didn't expect that every step of Qiao Mengsong was beyond their expectation.

Even the residence is not the elegant and small residence they imagined, but exquisite decoration and huge pavilions, even bigger than the inns in the capital.

"You and your master are the only two here?" Lianjiao walked in, and there were all kinds of medicinal herbs growing in the courtyard.

Song Baoling couldn't help admiring a few times when he saw the whole thing from beginning to end.

Yu Zikong brushed the hair in front of his eyes, raised his head and said, "That's right, envy."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fan hit his head, and Qiao Mengsong snorted, "I'm envious that you can't come back now."

Qiao Mengsong brought him into the back room, and said politely, "It's not easy for Mr. Jun to come here, why don't you just stay here for a few days."

Jun Tingsheng saw his perfunctory, and refused, "No, we still have something to do in the capital, you might as well just say it."

Seeing this, Qiao Mengsong lay lazily on the reclining chair beside him, with a casual attitude, "Hua He's condition is not very good, I will take him out for a while, and Yu Zikong will trouble you."

Yu Zikong complained, "Are you going out again?"

Qiao Mengsong coughed dryly, "My dear student, in fact, I didn't encounter any danger when I went out for the teacher last time. I went to play for a while after solving the matter. This time, something really happened."

"You've also seen Hua He's situation. If he really dies in front of me, I'm not going to go. It's just a matter of time for me to catch up with him."

"So what's the relationship between you and Hua He? I haven't heard you mention him, and Ye Lanchen!" Yu Zikong complained dissatisfied.

Qiao Mengsong frowned, "When did you meet? What did Ye Lanchen tell you?"

He straightened his body, and there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes when he heard the name.

"I met him when we were in the capital. I could ride in his carriage if I could come here. If he hadn't told me, I really didn't know you guys knew each other."

"Wearing a red robe every day, wearing a folding fan to pretend to be high-spirited, and having a slack mouth, it doesn't look like me. The clothes are so elegant and refined."

As Yu Zikong spoke, he began to complain about Ye Lanchen, so he didn't forget to praise himself along the way.

The more Qiao Mengsong heard it, the more he felt something was wrong, looked down at his attire, and gave Yu Zikong a slap with a dark face.

"The courage is getting bigger and bigger, dare to speak ill of me in front of my face."

In the past, what Ye Lanchen despised the most was his body, which he thought was too gaudy, and that fan, which he thought was tacky even after giving him one.

Yu Zikong said innocently, "I didn't say master."

"Damn it, Ye Lanchen wouldn't dress like me. His taste is not noble enough to appreciate."

Qiao Mengsong said tentatively firmly, with a look of disbelief.

Song Baoling suddenly had a bold guess, "Could Ye Lanchen really learn from you?"

Qiao Mengsong loosened his hand holding the fan slightly, "What do you mean? Is he really dressed like this?"

"I've been dressed the same as you since the first time I saw you, otherwise I wouldn't have mistaken you for him in the desert."

Song Baoling said truthfully that Ye Lanchen was very similar except for his face and voice, Qiao Mengsong could be vaguely seen even in his gestures.

Qiao Mengsong remembered that Yu Zikong also recognized him as Ye Lanchen at the beginning, and believed him a little.

"Cut, imitate me." He said disdainfully.

Lianjiao sniffed something out of the ordinary, and said slowly, "I don't think there is a habit of cutting off sleeves."

Qiao Mengsong frowned like a frightened bird, and jumped up, "What is the addiction to broken sleeves? Who told you that I am a man!"

Song Baoling and the others were shocked when they heard this, and they all looked down at Qiao Mengsong in unison.

Is it the same as the eunuch in the palace...

Even Jun Tingsheng looked sideways slightly.

Lianjiao was puzzled, "You, have you been pickled?"

I heard that some unique martial arts are extremely perverted, and they need to swing a knife from the palace, or cut off love and love to practice.

Looking at their expressions, Qiao Mengsong knew that they were thinking wrong, "Go, go, I don't know anything, I am androgynous, and I am rare for you."

"Hermaphroditism?" Song Baoling couldn't hide his surprise, the old doctor in the palace, her cheap master had told her about this.

But it's just a few sentences, without too many detailed introductions.

Qiao Mengsong seldom brought up the fact that he was androgynous, but he didn't shy away from it, and he was extremely calm.

"Yu Zikong, do you know about this?" Lianjiao asked with a dull expression.

Laiping these days makes her feel that the previous ten years have been wasted.

Yu Zikong clicked his tongue, "Of course I know that."

Song Baoling came to his senses, Qiao Mengsong's face and voice were indeed indistinguishable.

It was they who had preconceived it at first and thought he was a man.

After all, he was about the same height as Yu Zikong, and his style was more like a man.

"By the way, Ye Lanchen is working in the capital now?" Qiao Mengsong asked.

Jun Tingsheng paused to tell the whole story, but Qiao Meng only sneered a few times.

At the end, Song Baoling added, "I should still be in Futantan now. I got this basket of herbs from him."

Qiao Mengsong became interested after hearing this, and opened her basket, seeing the things inside with an inexplicable expression.

"Where did you get it?"

Song Baoling described the place, and Qiao Mengsong was speechless, "He also said to go back and take a look before leaving, but now it seems that there is no need for it."

Song Baoling didn't know what the relationship between the two was, and he always felt that he had ruined someone's good deeds, so he stopped talking.

Yu Zikong looked inside, "Master, what happened to that man?"

Speaking of Huahe, Qiao Mengsong was a little helpless, and sighed: "It's just the old things that haven't been dealt with in the past. It's not convenient to talk to you about this now."

"After we come back, if he is willing, you can ask him directly."

Lianjiao hesitated, "Will he really say it? And revealing the scars of the past, wouldn't it cause secondary harm?"

"His nature is not like this, and for him, this matter...maybe it is no longer a matter of scars."

Qiao Mengsong had a lot of meaning, and looked at Jun Tingsheng, "I need to trouble Mr. Jun for a while for other matters."

"No problem." Jun Tingsheng nodded in response.

Several people bid farewell to this place, and when they got into the carriage going back, they were still in a daze, feeling like an absurd dream.

(End of this chapter)