Chapter 613: Cold winter and warm sun
The wind blows the fragrance of the flowers in the bridal chamber, and the sun shines in the mirror and beams. The grass in the back garden is warm and the two butterflies are basking in the sun. The dust in front of the hall is falling to the flying birds.
The first one to wake up was
Sixiang;
Sixiang turned sideways and looked at the master lying next to her.
There is no loss, no hesitation, and no sweet nine-turn corridor.
Only the eyes are like water, and what shines through is pure purity.
Things like intercession and love,
For the Demon King, they are simply the most hypocritical of hypocrisies.
To put it bluntly,
It is the universal thickness of human life that supports human ethics and morality.
Ordinary people, when they are old, study, when they are old, they go on blind dates, when they are old, they have children, when they are old, they send away the old people, when they are old enough, they are sent away as old people.
Every stage of life is clearly arranged.
Not everyone in the world applies this rule, but it is definitely the epitome of most people;
Most people do this, which is the established rule. Taking a step back, it is Morality.
But the thickness of the devil's life really goes beyond this common sense.
Siniang once said that there is no man in this world who can make her fall in love.
She has seen too much, seen too much,
It is often noisy and crowded below, with warblers and swallows, and below, it is filthy and dirty, with so many tears of bones. Fly;
And she,
Then sit on the roof,
or lean against the railing,
either,
hold a cigarette in your hand, or hold a bottle of wine. ;
Like the people in the painting,
But it seems like he is admiring this painting.
Just like now,
she looked at Mr. Zheng.
This man,
It is undeniable that
In terms of temperament, he is becoming more and more attractive, and, in this life, he has been practicing martial arts and fighting, and his figure is, of course, coupled with the few well-placed scars;
It seems to be the best The condiments bring out the most appropriate masculinity.
But you have to say that you like him, are willing to get close to him, and desperately want to have something happen with him.
Not really.
So,
He said he wanted it.
She came back after finishing her work.
To tell the truth,
When a woman becomes independent and strong to a certain extent, a man is really just a dispensable accessory to her.
However,
Seriously speaking,
If there is a man in this world who can touch his own body without making him feel disgusted and disgusted, it would be him.
Not love,
Not intimacy,
But,
not exclusive.
At this time,
Zheng Fan woke up. He opened his eyes, saw Siniang’s eyes and said:
“Why did you wake up before me?”
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"Your Majesty, are you a little disappointed?"
"I originally thought that I would wake up first and then lie down like this to see you who is still sleeping because you are too tired. This way, the style is right."
< br>"It was the slave's negligence." Siniang lay down He went back and said, "I'm too tired. My body seems to be paralyzed. Please forgive me for not being able to wash up with you this morning."
"Haha."
Zheng Fan laughed Yes, asked:
"How do you feel?"
Sixiang shook her head and said, "I can't tell."
"Is it bad?" Zheng Fan pursed his lips, looking slightly nervous.
“How to compare if there is no comparison object?”
“Same.”
"But it's comfortable."
"That's okay."
Zheng Fan stood up,
Sixiang also stood up.
Zheng Fan's legs were a little shaky. When he went down the steps, his body swayed. Siniang stretched out her hand and gave her man a strong support.
"A bit soft."
Master Zheng was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he didn't feel ashamed of this kind of embarrassment in front of Siniang.
There is no deep love between each other, but it is very pure, and there is no need for any cover-up or cover-up;
Perhaps,
This is the legendary couple who raises eyebrows together. The highest state?
"Three times is still too many."
Six Niang said strangely.
“I’m not afraid that you won’t be full.”
Master Zheng sat down,
Six Niang put on clothes and fetched water.
While Zheng Fan was washing up, Siniang stood in front of the mirror, combing her hair, and said:
"They say there will be an obvious peach halo on the face after that, why didn't you see it?"
< br>"It should be, yes?" Mr. Zheng was not very sure.
“Perhaps, this is just like your Lord, who often mocks those civil servants who write military books. They love their soldiers as much as their sons and suck abscesses at every turn. Perhaps, these are also fake?
For example, the Lord said, I want to wake up and see my slave lying there exhausted.
Since ancient times, how can the cattle plowing the land really harmonize with the earth to release Qi? "
Zheng Houye nodded and said; "So, usually people who write like this are because they can't do it themselves and have regrets, so they use words to describe everything in the book? "
"Stories are just like reality. What to do with stories is to look at yourself and look in the mirror. ”
“Incisive. "
"However, maybe the slave family's physique is different. For example, Sister Qing has come here. Let's not talk about it. When the master comes to visit Liqing, the slave family wants to observe and observe. ”
"Observe from the side?"
"Don't you like it, Your Majesty?"
"It's a bit awesome to jump and jump."
"It all depends on Your Majesty. I like it.”
“Well……”
Zheng Fan finished washing and stood up.
Sixiang also finished combing her clothes. She did not ask Zheng Fan, but chose clothes from the cabinet and helped Zheng Fan match them.
It is a waste of time to ask a man how to match his clothes;
Most of Zheng Fan’s clothes were made by Siniang herself in her spare time, and they were accompanied by the official position. As it rises, it will be updated.
Si Niang is wearing a long red skirt, simple and elegant.
Actually, the key to whether clothes look good or not depends on the person.
“This dress looks like...”
“What’s wrong, Lord?”
“It smells like Brigitte Lin’s version of the Eastern Invincible.”< br>
"I remember that the Lord seemed to like Wang Zuxian in A Chinese Ghost Story."
"We can change again tomorrow."
"That's right."
After getting dressed,
Zheng Fan was ready to say something more,
Siniang said first:
"My lord, it's not like we don't have to live in this way. It's not like we won't sleep in the same bed in the future. After all, we may not be able to conceive a child even once."
"Haha, yes."
Zheng Houye walked out of the bedroom,
Outside,
Rizhao has grown taller.
Looking back,
Looking at the bedroom door again,
Zheng Houye suddenly felt like he was the bride last night.
Facing the sun,
Take a deep breath,
My legs are no longer weak now, and my whole body feels refreshed.
Wait until we walked outside,
In the middle courtyard,
The Sword Master stood there, looking at Zheng Fan who was walking slowly.
"Nothing happened last night." The sword master said.
Zheng Fan nodded solemnly and said:
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“I always feel that something is not right.”
"There are some things that are not convenient to explain now."
The sword master frowned slightly.
Zheng Fan continued:
"I am also doing it for the best. You know, there are so many refugees in the land of Eastern Jin Dynasty, and they still count on me to survive."
"There is something wrong with you today."
The sword master's sixth sense is really strong.
Generally speaking, real masters, especially masters of the second level, who are almost "harmony between man and nature", already have a certain ability to predict good and bad luck.
"Perhaps, after all, I have become a marquis. I used to make small fuss, and it didn't matter. Now, when the family fortune has grown, I realize that the burden is heavy."
"Who wants to be right? You take action?”
“Can’t say”
Before the sword master could continue to ask,
Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and
pointed lightly to the west.
A very vague answer, a very illogical answer.
But,
But it can just solve the atmosphere at this time.
The Juggernaut sighed and said
;
“I won’t ask.”
“Okay.”
"Because I have a hunch that if I break the casserole and ask for the truth, I might not be able to resist stabbing you to death."
"Well...it's really hard to imagine how you could be in such danger. What’s your idea?”
The sword master turned around,
waved his hand,
prepared to leave,
Said:
“Remember, I have to build a chicken coop in the yard and leave a small vegetable plot.”
“Do you want to add a small pond? Let me put some koi in there. .”
“You dare!”
………
"So, where is the bottle of wine I treasure?"
In the ice cellar,
A Ming frowned.
At this time, Liang Cheng walked in.
"Did you take it?" A Ming asked.
"What?"
"Red wine."
Liang Cheng shook his head and asked: "It's very precious?"
"The private collection of a nobleman of Chu State, brought to The kind of secret hidden in ancestral graves."
Liang Cheng frowned slightly.
"You dislike it?"
A Ming seemed to have discovered something extremely interesting,
said:
"You are a zombie, and you dislike the thing in the coffin?" Something?”
“No?”
"I just feel a little strange." A Ming stretched and said, "Aren't you training new soldiers?"
"Come back to mobilize troops and pick up the blind man and the others."
" Do you need to go in person? Just let that Jinshu go."
Obviously, Jinshu has become one of the people recognized by even the Demon King.
“The Lord issued an order last night, and Jin Shuke stayed outside the Lord’s mansion all night.”
"Well, what's going on?"
"I don't know, and you don't know either?"
"I'm busy with things in the workshop. You don't know about the backlog that needs to be shipped. How high is the pile of orders? Yesterday there was a fire in a perfume workshop. I went to put it out. When I came back, I planned to ask Siniang to help me mend the wound. "
Said,
A Ming pointed to his back.
He could just deal with ordinary injuries by himself, but when putting out the fire, sand and soil were obviously used, so the wound had to be cleaned first, otherwise his back would be full of pits after recovery, which was not beautiful.
Liang Cheng and A Ming walked out of the cellar together,
Outside,
Xue San and Fan Li were standing in the garden,
Xue San was sitting On the pergola, the three oars were swinging.
Fan Li held a piece of baked potato in his hand,
squatting there, peeling it.
“Oh, what a coincidence.” A Ming said.
It’s rare for everyone so busy to get together.
Xue San said; "It was Siniang who sent someone to call us back and said that the Lord wanted us to have a dinner together at noon."
"What's going on?" A Ming asked.
Xue San shook his head, "I don't know either. Ali and I just went to see Siniang. Siniang said we would have dinner together later, but she didn't say anything.
I think it’s okay, everyone has been busy these days and needs a break to catch his breath.”
At this time,
Fan Li squatted on the ground and took a bite of the baked potato.
Closing his eyes,
looking at the sky,
while chewing, he began to lament the preciousness of food,
said:
“It’s noon on the day of hoeing... …”
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Don’t wait for the next chapter, it will take a long time. Let’s get up and read it tomorrow morning. (End of this chapter)