After Wu Meiniang left, there was an extra red dress in the courtyard, Ding Yu looked at Chen Fang, and at this time, the poor master was sitting on the bluestone bricks in the courtyard, and he couldn't get up.

"It turned out to be her! Master, you dare to even be a mother..."

Chen Fang was depressed and thought I wanted to! It's all forced to be helpless!

Don't you wait? Whether the big head is important or the small head is important, Chen Dafang still has a scale in his heart.

At this time, no matter how tired you vomit blood, you can save your life in the end, if you don't wait, you try, and you can be pulled to be buried in minutes.

At this time, Dingyu's face was also quite ugly, and after her memory recovered, she couldn't see some things clearly.

At this time, I already felt that Niangniang and Master were strange here, after all, it was not once or twice to heal Master.

At this time, seeing the weak appearance of the master, he hurriedly took Chen Fang's wrist vein, and at this time he was extremely weak, and the master of Chen Dafang saw the golden stars again, and began to connect them into silk threads, and finally broke them, scattered into the stars, and entered his body.

After a while, Chen had a little strength, and at this time, he looked at the red clothes beside him, put his hand on Dingyu's hand, and kneaded it carefully for a while.

"Master, she's hurting you!"

"I know, every time I support the wall, how can I not feel it, the wall is about to be helped out by the master."

"I'm going to kill her!"

Chen Fang hurriedly covered Dingyu's mouth, and he dared to say this.

"We can't survive if she has an accident, you may be able to escape, and even take me with you, but what about this girl in the courtyard and the two highnesses?"

Dingyu looked at the master, and suddenly couldn't help it in his eyes, and shed two tears, Chen Fang raised his hand and gently brushed it away.

"It's nothing, with you, the master is just tired, and it won't be a big deal."

"I can't kill her, there are people around her."

Dingyu sighed, Chen Fang hugged his apprentice at this time, in the end, this apprentice was not in vain, and he was about to become his own nurse at this time.

"In the future, you must not talk nonsense, even if you are here, you can't say it, it will not be good to be heard."

Dingyu nodded.

In the Daming Palace, the natural spring is full of gardens, and in the Tang Workshop, Chen Fang has already recovered, if there is no Dingyu, Chen Fang is afraid that he can only lie down at this time.

But at this time, he was also lying on the corpse, lying on the corpse looking at the stars in the sky, but the month of August was plump day by day, like a pregnant first mother. In the middle of the month, it will be the brightest moonlight of the year, and the white moonlight will shine into thousands of households in Chang'an, and the scene that is suspected to be frost on the ground will be staged in every place in Datang.

At that time, I don't know how many people will look up and bow their heads, and it is unknown whether they are homesick or not.

At this time, a woman in red gently peeled the grapes with her fingers, peeled one of them, and sent one into Chen Fang's mouth. The grape juice was full of water, and a mouthful of juice burst out when you bite it.

Chen Fang looked at the beauty, and then looked at the purple and crystal clear grapes, and also turned sideways, Dingyu got closer, and continued to peel the grapes.

Lying in the courtyard for a while, I saw Yiyang enter the house, but outside, there was a sound, the courtyard door opened, but it was Chunxiao who brought two palace maids, each holding two slender brocade boxes.

When I opened, there were two good wild ginsengs, uh, in this era, there were only wild ginsengs. Artificially planted, shoddy, and indeed not.

As for the one who took the radish root for ginseng, it is estimated that no one in the Tang royal family would dare to do so.

Dingyu helped Chen Fang collect the two wild ginseng, but this ginseng was a qi tonifier. At this time, these two strains are also superb, not a thousand years, but there are hundreds of years, when Chunxiao took the two palace maids away, Dingyu came to Chen Fang's side and sat down next to him gently.

"It's not that she doesn't have a master in her heart, and she knows that she sent ginseng over."

"Got a little smoother, huh?"

Dingyu nodded, Chen Fang pulled, got up, entered the house, and undressed.

The clouds of Taiji Palace have completely dispersed in the past few days, but it has made Chen Dafang owner miserable, and he crawls out of the house every day. In the past, the door was pulped, but now even the floor is about to be pulped.

In the past few days, I don't know what crazy Niangniang has been, and she tosses Chen Fang to death every day.

But for Chen Fang, Wu Meiniang is absolutely unoffended. And although he was tired and vomited blood, Chen Fang also liked this process very much.

After all, he said that he didn't like to get along with his mother, but it was fake. Chen is also a hot-blooded man, there is no ulterior fault with his body, how he doesn't like beautiful women, but Wu Meiniang, regardless of her body appearance and temperament, is the best in the world.

And in the past few days, Niangniang has also been very flattering to Chen Fang, this is really flattering, and Chen Fang has a deep understanding of that feeling.

It turned into a thousand tenderness, a thousand charms, but it was the spring rain moisturizing things, which made Chen Fang feel wonderful.

But I'm really tired, and my waist is about to break.

If it weren't for Dingyu, Wu Meiniang appeared in the courtyard every day as soon as she left, Chen Fangzhen didn't know how he should spend the past few days.

At this time, in Daming Palace, Li Zhi is a dragon face and a great joy, for a few days, Wu Meiniang has been coming to Daming Palace to sleep, and on the dragon bed, it is naturally a burst of clouds and rain.

In a few days, Li Zhi was drunk in the gentle countryside of Wu Meiniang's daughter, where do you remember that there are three thousand beauties in the harem.

For him, the woman who gave birth to four sons and two daughters for him, looking back gently, can make the six palaces have no color.

Li Zhi didn't talk about looking at the palace maids in the palace these days, but Concubine De and Concubine Jing came, but he didn't bother to take a look.

He likes Wu Meiniang's gentleness, looking back and smiling.

And in the past few days, I don't know if it's an illusion, I used to accompany Wu Meiniang to make trouble, and the second day was always tired and tired, but these days, I woke up in the morning, but I still had some energy.

Li Zhi, who was immersed in his daughter's tenderness, even felt eye-catching when he looked at the August sun at this time, and the flowers in the Daming Palace were gorgeous.

The two princesses accompanied Li Zhi at this time, he was in a very good mood at this time, hugged the Taiping, and brought the Taiye Pool, which came from the Taiping, and also placed the painting boat, at this time on the exquisite dock built of high-quality mahogany, and the two daughters boarded the painting boat, the brocade boatman shook the oars, and the painting boat traveled into the depths of the Taiye Pool, as if in the middle of the painting.

The August Lake is level, and the culvert is too clear.

The steaming cloud Mengze shook Yueyang City.

Seeing that it was about to be the middle of the month, in the middle of August, a night banquet was to be arranged by the Taiye Pool, inviting courtiers to make meritorious contributions, famous families, and local officials from all over the country rushed to Chang'an, and all the concubines in the harem, needless to say.

When the time comes, the moon is admired by the Taiye Pool, and the dragon's head is originally on the poem, but it is the grand event of the Tang Dynasty this year. It used to be located in Taiji Palace, and Daming Palace was set up at the beginning of this year.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is bright, but it is the time when literati poetry is at its peak.

Li Zhi thought of this, but looked in the direction of Tang Gongfang, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet, his horse has to write a poem no matter what, if he doesn't do it, he made a will.

At this time, the pair of horses was still pasted on the wall of Li Zhi's study, and the famous pen was wonderful, but after all, it was still a little short of this article.