Seeing her so happy, with a smile all over her face, Li Zhou said angrily: "Are you so happy?" The young master will definitely treat you well tonight and make you smile so happily. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Hee-hee."

Laughing and laughing happily, Li Zhou's slight anger is not worthy of her attention, Li Zhou has always been like this, pretending to be angry, and then nothing happened, just to intimidate those who don't know.

She is not a novice, she has been intimidated by Li Zhou a few times, she is used to it, she is no longer afraid, and besides, it is not certain that anyone will be finished at night, you are sure that you can handle me, I don't believe it, I can't get you this time.

Full of confidence, it is not certain that the deer will die.

Li Zhou didn't know Cao Wanrong's thoughts, otherwise, he would carry her back to the room directly, let her know how powerful she is, a pillar of optimus, or a towering giant tree, to ensure that you are comfortable.

It's a pity, I don't know, Li Zhou fanned the fan from time to time, and said slowly: "Fang County has been okay recently?" Nothing happened, right? ”

"No, it's all good, with Wei Yuankun and they watching, nothing can happen, and you don't know your Feng girl, it's amazing, the catcher is first-class, anyone who makes trouble, no one will do it, catch it, tsk."

The sarcastic voice made by grinding her teeth, your Feng girl, my Feng girl, such words, came out of her mouth, with a very faint sour taste, saying that she didn't care, but in fact, she still cared a little, she is also a woman, why Feng Feifei can go out casually to be her catcher, and she has nothing to do here.

The husband is kind to the other, she is unhappy, Li Zhou smiled, it's not good for you to be a scoundrel like this, but you yourself said that you don't do business, you want to accompany me at home, and what do you say that women should be reserved and can't show their heads casually, at this time, you said to me like this, what can I do?

"Women are fickle creatures."

Li Zhou has always believed in this truth, but he didn't expect it to happen to him so many times, he glanced at Cao Wanrong, and said slowly: "Madam, you didn't say that at the beginning, why did you change your words today, isn't this kind?" ”

This is not the husband's doing, Li Zhou originally wanted to say this, but after thinking about it, she is a woman, not a husband, it is useless to say this by herself, people will definitely not admit it, why not say it.

Cao Wanrong smiled faintly, approached Li Zhou, pinched Li Zhou's waist with her hand, the corners of her mouth curled, and smiled: "Husband, what are you saying, the concubine can't hear it, can you say it again?" ”

Li Zhou's heart was shocked, sweating profusely, this is a weasel giving a chicken a New Year's greeting - bad intentions, your hands are on my waist, do I dare to say it? Are you so threatening? Isn't that kind?

Who makes the family a woman, what they say will not affect them, what big husband is a word, a word is difficult to chase, they are not a horse is difficult to chase, it is a dead horse is difficult to chase, there is no way to chase, what can you do?

"Aha, ma'am, the weather is fine today, don't you think? You see, the sky is clear, the sky is cloudless, there is a blue sky, and you see how charming the sun is, radiating its heat and illuminating everything. ”

"You're looking, how good the scenery is outside, the sun is shining, the summer breeze is slow, the lotus flowers are in full bloom, it's a good time to play, don't you think it's a pity if you don't go?"

The hot summer, under Li Zhou's explanation, was stunned to become a beautiful season, indeed, the sky is clear, a blue sky, yes, there are lotus flowers in full bloom, at this time, it is the most beautiful season of lotus flowers, it is really a pity not to see it at this time.

Cao Wanrong smiled strangely, looked at Li Zhou, that look, was about to eat Li Zhou, Li Zhou didn't dare to look back, just feeling could feel her inexplicable breath, he couldn't tell what kind of breath it was, just feeling bad was not good, the whole person was not good.

Fan the fan, pointed outside and continued to talk nonsense: "Madam, look, how beautiful, how beautiful, the most suitable for going out to play, you can make an appointment with three or two friends, one or two confidants, and have a play, wouldn't it be happy?" ”

Wen Crepe s words, Li Zhou himself said that he wanted to vomit, can you be normal, did you take the wrong medicine.

Cao Wanrong continued to smile and look at him, not taking her eyes away, her eyes were staring, which was very chilling: "Husband, since the weather is so good, can you make one or two beautiful poems?" ”

Cao Wanrong deliberately bit the words on "beautiful" and "poetry", her voice was much worse, and her eyes were naked and threatening, if you dare to say a word, that's good, we're not done.

Li Zhou felt bitter in his heart, this is different from what he said, shouldn't he say let's go play together, or make an appointment for a time, spend the moon before and after, after dusk, willow heads, and tell each other's feelings.

Why do you want this, poetry, how can I, although this young master is known as the little Langjun of history, the little white dragon in the waves, a single tree and a flower, people love it, flowers bloom, and the coffin will open the lid when it sees it, but to compose poetry is to die.

"Husband, the concubine knows that you will, don't say you won't, the authentic works of your original "Water Tune Song Head" are still with Yan Lingbin, do you want me to take it out and give you a look?"

Cao Wanrong has long been prepared, pit Li Zhou, Li Zhou is speechless, you know this, and I found it, how can I do it, the real work is in Yan Lingbin, he knows, she likes to put it there, anyway, he also copied others, and he can't make poems like that.

Now she is being forced by her, although she is unwilling in her heart, she still has to do it, otherwise she will not let herself go.

"Then you're fine, just one song, can't be more, you know? Also, we can't say it, let's keep a low profile, low-key you know? ”

"Yes, I promise not to say it."

Cao Wanrong patted her chest and said I won't say it, you have to believe me, what else can Li Zhou do besides believing it?

"Ahem."

Coughing once or twice, reminiscing in my mind, and began to look through my own memories, which one describes the lotus? Which one?

"Well, there is, "Xiao Out of Jingci Temple to Lin Zifang", that's it, but I have to change it."

After Li Zhou thought about it, he began to get serious, people have to pretend to be forced, how can they live if they don't pretend to be forced.

"Let's have a song "Boiling Soup at Home to Send Cao Wanrong", listen:

After all, West Lake in June,

The scenery is not the same as the four seasons.

Lotus leaves are infinitely green,

The lotus flowers are different red. ”

Time, place, or others, very appropriate, a very good poem, Li Zhou admires himself, Yang Wanli's poems are still remembered, thanks to the desperate squeezing of the Chinese teacher when he was a child, he has the memory now, don't say anything, silently pay tribute to the Chinese teacher (although I don't know that he is dead, anyway, I am dead).

"After all, West Lake in mid-June,

The scenery is not the same as the four seasons.

Lotus leaves are infinitely green,

The lotus flowers are different red. ”

West Lake, June, lotus leaves, lotus, beautiful scenes, constantly presented in Cao Wanrong's heart, vivid, can not forget the scene that year, it is also the same lotus, dating is always in the flowers, the lotus in June is the most suitable, at that time, she and him, although now it has become yin and yang, but she still misses the scene at that time.

"The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red, very red, different red, and the husband is deeply hidden, and he also said that he can't compose poems, you see, isn't this coming out?"

Cao Wanrong began to shake Li Zhou's arm, let the past pass, now happiness is enough, cherish the present, cherish the people in front of you, the previous ones are just dream bubbles, and they have become the memory in her mind.

"Don't shake it, tell me what you want to do, you can't compose poetry."

Li Zhou said sternly, you can't get an inch, it's a poem, it's a poem, absolutely not more, even if you are my wife.

Cao Wanrong didn't care what he said, his hand was on his waist, his waist was not himself, it was obvious that he meant it, do you say it or not?

There are no words, no words, only actions, you can not say it, but what you say will be to save your own body, to say it or not to say it, it's all in your thoughts, anyway, I don't hurt.

"Okay, husband, I'll make another one, but it's really the last poem, no more, okay?"

It's not that Li Zhou doesn't want to pretend, it's that he can't pretend anymore, no matter how much he doesn't have in his mind, he can't remember it, it's not a joke, a paragraph, a poem, a wrong word, the meaning is different.

"The southeast shape wins, the three Wu capitals, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people. Cloud trees surround the embankment. The angry waves roll frost and snow, and the sky is endless. The city is a jewel, and the household is rich and luxurious.

Heavy lakes are stacked on top of each other. There are three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus. Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. Thousands of horsemen have high teeth. Listen to the flute and drum while drunk, and enjoy the smoke. The picture of the different day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua. ”

"This poem is called "Looking at the Sea Tide, the Southeast Shape Wins", which was written by the young master for the beauty of the Qiantang River, and the young master is most looking forward to going to the Qiantang River to have a look, but unfortunately he has not been there, so he can only make a poem to remember."

"Madam, I really can't write anymore, this is already the limit of my husband, if you want it again, my husband has no choice, there is no poetry, there is a life, do you want it or not?"

Li Zhouyi's dead pig is not afraid of hot water, whatever you want, Cao Wanrong smiled very happily, a poem, a word, has been satisfied, "The picture of the other day will be good, return to Fengchi Kua", that sentence said a lot, she understood a lot, beautiful things are still tomorrow, we have to look forward to tomorrow, remember yesterday, cherish today.

"Husband, you're so nice."

Snuggled in Li Zhou's arms, Li Zhou's heart is very hot, you are leaning over, I'm really hot, can you stay away, but he said: "That's for sure, the husband is not good to you, who is good, do you say yes." ”

"Hmm."