Tie Zhu has been waiting for the fourth master at the mouth of Luojin Hutong, in front of him is a wide and straight street, walk two or three miles, cross the Minghu Bridge, you can reach the governor's office. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Boredom stared at the small snake in the middle of the road, the flesh and blood of the cars and horses that came and went, he could see it so clearly, just because the moon was extraordinarily round tonight.

When the moon is full, the fog will be thick, and when the fog is thick, there will be no pedestrians.

The hunchbacked old man selling wonton noodles on the side began to slowly clean up the stall.

Fold the crooked tables and chairs to the place, extinguish the fire under the noodle pot, and then take out the two chopsticks wide noodles in the noodle soup, pour some sesame oil, sprinkle the green onions, and sigh and eat sweetly.

After eating this bowl of noodles, he can go home and sleep with his head down.

Tiezhu stared at him, one was bored, and the other was that he had a knife at his waist.

The knife is called Kunwu knife, the color is red like fire, the jade is cut like cutting mud, and the handle is inlaid with blue circles.

Tie Zhu was originally a farmer, but he followed the master who was fond of weapons, and he knew one or two.

But he was just a little confused, the most important thing in his heart now was to remember the explanation of the fourth grandmother before going out.

The fourth grandmother and the fourth master said goodbye to tenderness and sweetness, looked at him and chuckled softly: "If you don't go back to the house at night, then don't come back!" ”

He knew that the fourth grandmother was scaring him, to prevent the fourth grandmother from drinking too much wine and hurting his body.

"Hasn't your master come yet?" The hunchbacked old man had eaten all the noodles, drank two bowls of noodle soup, burped, pushed the cart and beat him over, muttering to himself: "Don't you run into trouble?" You little is lazy, and you don't know how to look for it. He shook his head and sighed.

Tie Zhu sneered, the fourth master of his family is strong in martial arts, who can hurt him!

Despite this, he still looked into Luojin Hutong.

The thick green fog was miserable, and if it was in the past day and night, it was impossible to see anything.

But tonight's moon is as big as a disk, it is too bright, and you can see the end of Luojin Hutong at a glance.

He suddenly walked dozens of steps into the alley, and suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he was as shocked as if he had been bitten off by a cat.

The fourth master is entangled with a bewitching woman.

The woman straddled the sturdy waist of the fourth master, the spring shirt fell to the crotch, and the moonlight poured like water on her naked shoulders and back, smooth and soft as satin sparkling and shining.

Tie Zhu saw the three-inch golden lotus with red embroidered shoes again, and he didn't wonder that he would pay attention, because there was just one in the palm of the fourth master's thick palm.

The friction of the clothes is rustling, and the rough breathing is not stopped.

"Fourth master, fourth grandmother is still waiting for you in the house!" The iron pillar shouted, stamping his feet in a hurry.

He suddenly heard the woman's scream of pain, her back cramped and stiffened, and she leaned over and fell sideways from the fourth master's body.

The white rabbit on his chest appeared, and with the rapid wail, Chu Chu trembled pitifully.

"Iron pillars! Help me up. Zhou Zhenwei's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, and his cheeks were already a strange dark red.

"Fourth Master.....!" Tie Zhu knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and left quickly as instructed.

"Zhou Lang, we will meet again." The woman behind her sneered and laughed, Zhou Zhenwei frowned and ignored it, and Tie Zhu couldn't help but look back.

The woman was still half-lying on the gravel road, and her fat red skirt was lined with white and shiny upper body.

The night was foggy, and suddenly the woman was gone.

.........

Yu Qiao was lying on the bed, the red tent was lightly placed, shaking the fan to cool off.

The moonlight reflected the empty hall, and a few pots of lucid night lilies on the windowsill quietly blossomed and scattered.

turned over, the fan in his hand loosened on the pillow, and the baby in his belly squirmed lightly, knowing that his mother was sleepy and obedient.

At this moment, she heard someone muttering, mixed with messy and small footsteps, from far and near, noisy to death.

Sit up, pick up the red tent and get out of bed.

The bamboo curtain was gently lifted at this time, and it was Bixiu who looked sneakily into the room, as if to see if she could fall asleep.

"Bixiu, is my uncle back? What's going on outside? Yuqiao looked at Bixiu a little strangely, so she simply frowned, and asked her directly in a deep voice.

"It's alright...... My uncle drank too much....... I'm afraid of arguing with Miss...... I went to the next room to rest. Bixiu was so spitting that she didn't dare to look at her.

Yuqiao knew that something must have happened.

"Help my aunt come in, I want to see what he looks like when he is drunk." Yuqiao said lightly, but there was an indescribable sternness in his words.

Zhou Zhenwei was not drunk, but he seemed to be drunk again. His cheeks were red, his chest was on fire, and there was even more of a dragon leaping in that place.

He was so drunk this time that he wanted to tear the woman apart.

Yuqiao was in Liuchun Courtyard in his previous life, and he had seen the bustard's mother's methods.

Those scoundrels who have tasted the taste of flower girls and refuse to pay for them will be fed spring poison, making their lives worse than death, as punishment.

Zhou Lang is obviously suffering from spring poison.

She hurriedly wrote a prescription, asked Zhao Susu and Tiezhu to grab the medicine, and asked Bixiu to scoop a basin of well water, trying to use the cool to cool him down.

"Qiao'er, let's go!" Yuqiao's cold hand was suddenly tightly grasped by the hot palm, and then placed on the man's burning lips and sucked.

Zhou Zhenwei roared and chased her, and his other hand couldn't stop rubbing her peak.

Yu Qiao closed her eyes and whispered to Bi Xiu, who was waiting beside her: "You go to the door and guard, and wait for Zhao Susu to boil the medicinal juice, and then you come in." ”

"Miss, you're pregnant!" Bixiu reminded worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm measured!" Yuqiao ignored her anymore, got on the couch, and put down the red tent by herself.

........

Zhou Zhenwei has practiced martial arts for many years, and his patience and self-control are incomparable to ordinary people, even when it is in full swing, he still maintains a trace of clarity in his mind.

Watching Yu Qiao untie the sweat towel, the spring shirt on his chest slipped from the shoulder blades, and the mandarin duck's belly pocket was also loosened with a thin belt, half covering and half covering a trace of snow.

He shook off the hand that Yu Qiao stroked, his face turned pale, and he angrily scolded her: "This aphrodisiac is quite powerful, how can you help me solve it with your stomach!" It's hard for you to bear it on weekdays, especially at this time. ”

simply closed his eyes and scolded her: "You get out of the way for me!" Just think about it, find someone else, don't bother me. ”

Yu Qiao ignored his evil words, and didn't care whether he could hear it clearly, he only bit his red lip and said with difficulty: "I have asked Zhao Susu and Tie Zhu to go to the pharmacy to grab medicine, and it will take half an hour to come back and suffer again." If that doesn't work, I'll ask a prostitute to detoxify you. Your spring poison has just appeared, I can still solve it for you, this body naturally can't be used, I'll take it...... Help you with. ”

Zhou Zhenwei opened his wet tiger eyes violently, looked at Qiao'er's cheeks were red, with tears in his eyes, half-kneeling between his waist and crotch, and undressed him for him.

This heart is unspeakably delicious, there is tenderness, love, sorrow, despair, and gratitude to the little lady for sharing weal and woe.

"You close your eyes .......!" Zhou Zhenwei leaned on the backrest and half-sat up, he knew how frightening he was at this time.

He glanced at Qiao'er again, reached out and quickly reached behind her head, grabbed the black and slightly scattered bun, and pressed it down to .......