Charlene said: "I said Brother Zhang, you kid is really a monkey, give you a pole, and you will climb?" As soon as I say that, you just hold on to it. ”

"Sister Xia, you are wrong again, my brother belongs to the horse, not to the monkey."

"No wonder you kid is so strong, so strong, so brave, it turns out that you belong to a horse. According to my sister, you are neither the black horse sitting down by the overlord of Chu, nor the red rabbit sitting down by Guan Yunchang, you should be a purebred Mongolian horse. ”

"Whether the brothers are strong, strong, and brave is still unfounded, and they must go through the baptism of great war before they can come to the correct conclusion. Sister Xia, is our battle ready to start? ”

"Stinky boy, since I met you, I knew that this day would come sooner or later. My sister once said that what they can give you, sister and I can give you: they can make you comfortable, and sister can make you more exciting; They can give you offspring, and my sister can give you children, no, Brother Zhang, I think the matter of having children will be forgotten. ”

"It is my brother's job to cultivate the land and sow seeds, and it is my sister's duty to blossom and bear fruit. As for whether to give birth or not, you can make up your own mind, and I will listen to my sister. ”

"Thank you, brother, for your understanding and understanding. In that case, it's time for my sister to fulfill her promise. Brother Zhang, the battle can begin. Kiss! After Xia Lin finished speaking, she put her arms around Zhang Daguan's neck and kissed him fiercely on the cheek.

Xia Da Beauty's words were like drinking a stimulant, which made Zhang Daguan's already high * suddenly burn.

He walked to the bed with Xia Lin in his arms, threw his hands away, and threw Xia Da Beauty on the huge mahogany bed.

"Sister, I'm here."

Immediately, our Zhang Daguan was like a dragon crossing the river and a hungry tiger pounced on food, and slammed into Xia Lin's jasper-like body.

"Stinky boy, my sister is already a fish on your chopping board, why are you still in such a hurry?" Charlene laughed.

"Sister, we patronized the poetry and discussion just now, and my brothers are about to suffocate to death, you say, can I not be in a hurry."

"I said brother, your kid is covered in golden armor, what should you do!" Charlene pointed to Zhang Zheng and said.

"Haha! As soon as my brother was in a hurry, he forgot to take off his clothes, thank you sister for the reminder. Said that he was covered with golden armor, but it reminded me of which general who had been amazed in Chinese history, brother, I dare to change Huang Chao's "Fu Ju" Yongju poem to show my heart, do you want to hear it? ”

"Okay! Huang Chao's poem 'Stay until autumn comes on September 8, and after my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed.' The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, the city is full of golden armor', the rhetoric is magnificent, the imagination is peculiar, the artistic conception is magnificent, the bullfighting is angry, the golden rotten glow is dazzling, the majestic and heroic sky, without the revolutionary ambition and fighting character like Huangchao, it is impossible to write such a magnificent poem, I said Brother Zhang, are you okay? ”

"Brother's poems, although in terms of pride, are difficult to compare with Huang Chao, but in terms of tenderness, brother is definitely unique, beyond his reach."

"Oh, since my brother is so confident, let's read it and listen to it, let my sister and me see, what is your level?"

"Absolutely. Huang Chao's poem is called "Fu Ju after Budi", and the brother's poem is called "Picking*", Sister Xia, you will listen well: it is autumn and October, * bloom a hundred flowers to kill. The heavenly incense array penetrates the spring city, and the brothers have untied the golden armor. Sister Xia, how is this poem by my brother? ”

"Haha! I said, Brother Zhang, if Huang Chao, the great hero of the peasant rebel army, learns that you have ruined his poems like this, he will definitely lead the army to come to you desperately. ”

"What a hero he is! A smuggler of salt, with neither military talent, nor political ambitions, nor foresight, does not want to make progress, only picks up girls for pleasure, and was driven out of Chang'an City after less than two years in power, and finally committed suicide. It's not a pity that this guy died, but it's a pity that I don't know how many harem beauties were ruined by him, and now, whenever I think about it, I always have a feeling like a fish in my throat, which is very uncomfortable. ”

"Haha! You kid is really an amorous seed, and he is not satisfied with so many superb red faces, and he even thinks about the harem beauties of thousands of years ago. ”

"Think about it, what's the use of more harem beauties? It's still the flower in front of you. ”

"Stinky boy, are you the *? Such disgusting words, you can say it. ”

"Sister Xia, what's wrong with it?"

"You kid pretended to be confused for your sister, right? What does this * refer to, can you not know? ”

"Of course my brother knows."

"Now that you know, you're still talking nonsense."

"Sister Xia, you only know one thing, but you don't know the other. In fact, in the history of the Chinese Kingdom, there are many poems that use '*' as poems. Zhang Zheng explained.