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After scolding for a while, Fang remembered that his hands were still grabbing other people's shoulders, for fear of arousing the anger in Xiaoyue's heart, he hurriedly withdrew his hands, and his eyes swept her chest intentionally or unintentionally, and said: "Excited, excited, please don't be surprised by Miss Xiaoyue?" “

Xiao Yue's eyes were red and swollen, biting her red lip, and her anger rose again, but for some reason she didn't have a seizure, she just asked lightly: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Of course it's to save people, my sister is my woman, how can there be any reason not to save people!"

Xiao Yue's expression softened a little when she heard him save people, and said in her heart: "Finally, you still have a little conscience, and my sister's vision is not bad!" “

"How are you going to save it?" Satsuki continued to ask.

Yang Zheng thought for a while and said, "My martial arts skills are not as good as yours, and if the two of us go to save people, I'm afraid we won't be able to save people!" ”

"How's that good, miss, she-?" Satsuki looked a little anxious.

Xiao Yue waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, you and I can't save people, doesn't it mean that others can't save people?" ”

"Others, who else?"

"Maitreya Sect made a lot of movement in Jiangnan this time, first killed the people who dredged the canal in the canal, and then assassinated the current prince, just ask such a cult, how can the imperial court tolerate it, I am not afraid to sue you, the imperial court has decided to use troops against Maitreya Sect, you and I can't save people, I can't believe in the imperial court? You are familiar with Maitreya, pretend to be my personal soldier tomorrow, attack Maitreya with the army, and then take the opportunity to save people! “

As soon as she heard that the imperial court was using soldiers against Maitreya, out of habit, Xiao Yue was still taken aback, but then she glanced at Yang Zheng, the anger between her eyebrows was a little less, and she bit her red lip, not knowing what to think?

Yang Zheng didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, and said some of the things that she needed to pay attention to when she set out tomorrow, which was related to the life of her own young lady, and Xiao Yue didn't dare to take it as a child's play, so she listened very seriously.

Yang Zheng saw that the sky was almost bright, and he made an appointment with Yang Shiqi, and there were still a few incense sticks, this was the first time he came to Peng's house to go far away, or to fight, how could he say goodbye to his wife and miss, so he didn't plan to continue sleeping.

Besides, there is an extra woman in the room at this time, and there was a scene just now that was not intentional, but deliberate, and it was impossible to sleep.

Closed the book at the moment and glanced at Xiaoyue, this girl obviously hadn't rested all night, her face was extremely ugly, and Yang Zheng was teasing just now, and her face was full of tiredness.

"Sister Yue'er, there are still times before dawn, you haven't rested overnight, take advantage of this time to rest for a while, and when the dawn comes, you can change into my clothes and go with me?"

Xiao Yue didn't want to agree, but after the red sleeves, the disappearance of the young lady, to Shen Yanqiu's imprisonment, she never rested, if it wasn't for the idea of saving people to support her, I'm afraid she would have been unable to support it a long time ago, at this time I listened to Yang Zheng's words, hesitated for a moment, nodded, picked up the long sword from the ground, turned around and walked to Yang Zheng's couch, lifted the white curtain, and lay down with her clothes closed, I don't know if she was too tired, or she was extremely relieved to this man who had just been light on herself, and fell asleep deeply.

Yang Zheng was afraid of causing this girl's misunderstanding, so he didn't dare to look at it more, so he put away his mind and read "The Art of War" softly, and when the first ray of morning light shone in on the boat, the thirteen chapters of "The Art of War" were recited by him again.

Closing the book and turning his head to look at the bed, Xiao Yue was holding the long sword, unable to wake up from a sound sleep, snoring soundly in his nasal cavity, obviously sleeping extremely peacefully.

Yang Zheng smiled faintly, filled the teapot with tea, put in the tea leaves, and then put the teapot on the charcoal stove, and when the charcoal fire slowly burned, he got up and tiptoed out of the door and walked towards the living room of the Peng family.

Because it was too early, I didn't meet anyone along the way, but Zhang Xiaohua, who got up early, touched his neck and glanced at him from afar, and muttered in his heart: "Sure enough, it's right, this Hua'an is really a woman's nemesis?" “

Yang Zheng entered the compound, thinking that he was leaving, how many people came to see him, where did he know that the whole courtyard, there was no figure, only a shadow was facing away from a flower, from here, the curve was graceful, a pair of buttocks plump and straight, although there was a long skirt wrapping, but still could see the outline inside.

Yang Zheng glanced at it a few times, and saw that this figure looked a little like the shadow of the eldest lady, and said in his heart: "Or do you have a conscience?" He walked over with a steady stride.

The eldest lady didn't know what to think, pinched a bouquet of peony flowers in both hands, looked at the flowers in front of her, and didn't hear Yang Zheng's footsteps at all.

After a while, I didn't know what touched my heart, and muttered to the scenery in the distance.

"How deep is the courtyard? Cloud windows and fog pavilions are often open. The willow and plum calyx are gradually distinct. Spring returns to the Moling tree, and the old people build Kangcheng (also as a guest to build an city).

There are many things to do in the moon, and now I am old and unsuccessful. Whoever is haggard is more withered. It's boring to try the lights, and I'm not in the mood to step on the snow. ”

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"It's so wet, it's really a good poem?" Yang Zheng clapped his palms and walked over with a smile. "In this poem, it is written that spring returns to the earth, and the woman lives in seclusion, missing her relatives, and has self-pity." How deep is the courtyard? Cloud Window Fog Pavilion is often opened", only these two sentences use Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flower" and Han Wengong's "Huashan Fairy Poem", the same machine, lonely heart, and grief are on the paper, and the eldest lady is really a good poem! “

Hearing the voice, the eldest lady's delicate body trembled slightly, as if she was being peeped at, she turned around after a while, and shouted: "Hua'an, what nonsense are you talking about?" ”

"Hey, this voice is so cold, it doesn't look like the eldest lady?" As soon as he heard that the voice was wrong, Yang Zheng also froze, looked up, and looked at each other, it was Mrs.

"My day, I peeked into Madame's mind, is this miserable?"

Mrs. Peng's face was gloomy, her narrow eyes glared at him fiercely, and said: "What kind of love and love, I just chanted a poem, how can there be so many sayings, you tricks to fool your daughter's family, don't use them in front of Shuang'er and Xiang'er, if I find out, you look good?" “

"Hey, if only you had said it earlier, it would have reminded me, I'm afraid I'm a little late!"

Mrs. Peng saw the look on his face, remembered her thoughts, and was overheard by him, and was inexplicably a little angry.

Yang Zheng took the opportunity to sneak a glance at Mrs. Peng, and said in his heart: "It's not a shame for the young woman to be pregnant, why is Mrs. like being insulted?" ”

muttered in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it, seeing that her lady's face was ugly, if she continued like this, she was afraid that she would have to make trouble, if her silence made her difficult, it was better to say something first, so as to divert her attention. This trick is his usual trick, and it has been used repeatedly.

"Hey, ma'am, have you ever exercised?" This sentence came suddenly.

Mrs. Peng, who was angry, didn't want to continue to be gloomy, but this sentence had been exercised, and she really didn't understand, so she glanced at him suspiciously, and said, "What kind of exercise?" ”

Yang Zheng hurriedly explained: "Is it to get up early to do morning exercises, take a walk, etc., and activate the blood of the body?" “

Mrs. Peng snorted, "Haven't you ever done it?" “

"Oh, that's weird?" Yang Zheng inadvertently threw out a sentence.

Mrs. Peng glanced at him and said, "What's strange?" “

Yang Zheng raised his head and stared at Mrs. Peng's cheek a few times, his eyes swept to Mrs. Peng's chest intentionally or unintentionally, today's Mrs. Peng obviously didn't expect someone to get up so early, so when she came out, she didn't wear much clothes, plus she was not very old, the convex convex, the concave concave, extremely graceful.

Yang Zheng's eyes fell on her chest, and he felt that the pair of twin peaks had not been restrained, at this time, it seemed to be a wild horse that had escaped the reins, galloping out, as if he was about to rush out of that thin little coat, Yang Zheng only glanced at it, and there was a feeling of blood spraying punishment.

"It's the mother of two children, and with such a plump figure, I don't know how to maintain it, tsk, this small waist, this choppy waves, I really have nothing to say?" Looking at it, his eyes suddenly burned, and the saliva in his mouth gurgled non-stop.

Mrs. Peng seemed to feel something, glared at him with some anger, and shouted, "Hua'an, what are you looking at?" “

"Damn, what to look at, look at your breasts!" Yang Zheng swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then glanced at her chest fiercely, before he smiled, retracted his gaze and said, "I'm looking at Madame's face?" “

Madame Peng had already noticed his gaze, and her pretty face was full of shyness, but her eyes were full of anger.

Hearing this, he snorted and said, "Don't look at incivility, don't say anything incivil, haven't you heard the words of a saint?" “

"What kind of bullshit is indecent, I haven't heard of it, such a good-looking breasts, it's hard to run into it, wouldn't it be a big loss if you don't look at it?"

"Hehe, what Madame said is, I'm just weird, I haven't seen that person like Madame?" Yang Zheng didn't care at all, and said to himself, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Mrs. Peng's two light eyebrows furrowed slightly, snorted, and said, "What's strange? “

Yang Zheng glanced at Mrs. Peng with a slightly strange look, and suddenly raised his face and asked curiously: "Madam, how old is this year?" ”

The age of her daughter's family is a secret, whether it is in this life or the next, seeing Mrs. Peng's face becoming a little purple, Yang Zheng completely understands this truth.

Mrs. Peng's face was gloomy, she was peeped at early in the morning, and she was looked at by this shameless subordinate, and asked about her age, did she really think that Mrs. Ben was a vegetarian?

Seeing that Mrs. Peng was about to get angry, Yang Zheng sighed softly and said to himself: "How can this be? Madame did not exercise, and her face was so ruddy and shiny, like a little girl of seventeen or eighteen? No wonder I thought it was the eldest lady? ”

(The last update, 10,000 words of code words is not a thing that people do, especially for a day at work, this kind of tiredness can be imagined, so here Xiaojing dares to dare to ask you how many monthly passes you want!) ）