Li Chengdong's study is probably only antiques and jade porcelain and the like, and now it can probably be called an exhibition hall, for priceless things, he also likes to pass the purpose once a day, and at the same time, it is quite a count.

He is a chicken thief himself, so he is also worried that others will steal his treasure.

At this time, Li Chengdong was holding a urine jar that was said to be Wu Zetian in his left hand, and he was playing with a spittoon of Peng Zu in his right hand.

The urine pot on the left hand is actually a clay pot with a pattern, but some people say that it is Yaozhou porcelain, so he believes it.

Empress Wu Cong didn't use a clay pot to pee first, Heng Zhi understood that people had always wanted to say to him and it was not good to hit him, even if it was really Yaozhou porcelain, that variety was only dropped in the Song Dynasty.

The spittoon on his right hand was really fortunate to be a piece of porcelain, but it had been accidentally broken, and it had been stuck by a good Samaritan, and it was largely restored to its original state.

And the well-wishers pointed to the broken texture on it and said to Li Chengdong that this is the characteristic of the kiln, and the son is fooled.

So he also believed that this must be something that Peng Zu had been spitting for 800 years, and it was definitely a treasure if his son was fooled.

The five famous kilns of the Song Dynasty were one on each side, and Li Chengdong was very proud in his heart.

Zhao Yingying pushed open the door and stood in front of him, Li Chengdong's heart twitched at first, feeling a little weak, and he was still empty.

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.

The little lady of the Zhao family, who was overwhelmed by alcohol, fainted, and he fainted too.

After breakfast, the Zhao family came again, and Li Chengdong muttered in his heart: This Nima is not here to see me, this is here to kill me.

Li Chengdong unconsciously put down the urine jar, and looked at Zhao Shiqiang with a smiling face and demonstrated:

"As the saying goes, there are only tired cows, not ploughed land."

Zhao's face was dizzy, and his cheeks were contemplative, and he wanted to speak.

The plump and tender skin, the weak and boneless body, it's simple, what is called shortening and fitting, and where is it called being delicate.

It can be said that I am pitiful, not inferior to Zhaojun. is like a fairy of the Han family, when it is Wencheng's rebirth.

Of course, Li Chengdong doesn't have a good description, he just thinks that this Zhao family is particularly charming, and there is a kind of charm that all women can't match.

Zhao's beauty is beautiful, but in fact, it is more of a hallucination caused by his physical weakness.

Zhao walked towards Li Chengdong with slight steps, and under the illumination of her autumn-like eyes, Li Chengdong was beaten back to his original form and returned to his true nature......

The clear screen window cut the golden sunlight, and the sunlight was penetrated into the study through the gap in the screen window.

Li Chengdong was so hot that he couldn't breathe, grabbed a puff fan and put it in Zhao's hand, and ordered her to fan herself.

Leaning on the Luohan bed with his fat belly exposed, feeling a few coolnesses, Li Chengdong was happy, shaking his head, and humming an unbearable tune.

The bookcase that had been placed in front of him was pushed to the opposite wall, leaving two piercing and long marks.

Through the clear screen window, there was a blood-red cloud in the sky that was bombarded by a strong wind, and Zhao was distracted, unconsciously, slowing down the strength of the fan.

Li Chengdong snatched the fan in her hand with a cold face, tore it up, and the handle of the fan drew two white marks on Zhao's red palm.

He threw his fat body into a Teng bamboo chair opposite, panting and continuing to fan the wind like a rage, ignoring Zhao, who was rubbing his palms and trembling and sobbing.

Two lines of tears were brewing, and they slid straight down through Zhao's rounded ear wheels, ticking on the messy bookcase.

It's always like this, often a trivial matter, Li Chengdong will suddenly go crazy.

Zhao could only endure it silently, but the blood in his palms couldn't flow all the time.

She took out her handkerchief and wiped away the grievances in her heart.

What was wiped away was self-esteem, a humble fate, and the unbearable look back of the midnight terror.

Wiped away the tears with his handkerchief, lightly brushed the messy hair scattered around his ears, and pinned it neatly behind his ears.

Zhao looked at Li Chengdong and rearranged his smile, a smile like a pear blossom, looking so pitiful.

Li Chengdong glanced evilly, raised his hand, and instructed her to help him count the money together.

The money was boxes of gold behind antique shelves, and the top one of them was opened, and from a distance it was full of intoxicating colors.

The two of them pointed to the cash box with their own thoughts, counting how many boxes of gold there were.

"Master, remember I heard you say that all the gold in the study is Ding Kuichu's?"

Zhao asked casually, and casually raised his eyes to observe Li Chengdong's expression.

Li Chengdong hugged Zhao's waist angrily, and the corners of his mouth rose proudly.

"No, you're wrong, these things are not Ding Kuichu's, but my lord's, they just used to be Ding Kuichu's, or maybe Ding Kuichu should have scavenged all of them, and then gave them to my lord for nothing......"

Li Chengdong twisted his beard and squinted his thin eyes full of crow's feet again, and smiled evilly, don't ask him why he laughed up and down, aren't their eyes one high and one low.

Li Chengdong patted his thigh and praised, "Oh, by the way, tsk, and his female dependents, especially his third daughter, those two white long legs are really gods." ”

Then he seemed to be afraid that Zhao would eat it, so he changed his tone and said: "But she is still not as good as you, at least her body is too weak." ”

Glancing at Zhao, Zhao was still smiling, and Li Chengdong said:

"Otherwise, when her injuries are healed, I will bring her to see you, master, and you can be sisters together?"

Zhao really didn't want to hear what he was referring to, so he was overjoyed:

"Oh, it turns out that that sister is Ding Kuichu's third daughter."

"You've seen it?"

"Well, I saw it yesterday."

"So what did you say, how are her injuries doing?"

Seeing that Zhao was not easy to answer, Li Chengdong suddenly snorted and said:

"Hmph, this cheap woman, is it possible that she continues to pretend to be sick after her injury, is she already hating my lord because of her father's death?"

You said that you killed your father and robbed people, and now you remember whether people will hate you?

"No, it won't," Zhao explained for Miss Ding San.

"How can she hate you, she said yesterday, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety can't be both, she can be regarded as a thief as her father, Ding Kuichu is the governor of Liangguang in the Ming Dynasty, but he treasoned at a critical moment, it was an unforgivable crime, and the lord had to kill him."

"Really, she really said that?" Li Chengdong was a little suspicious, "But don't forget, my lord, I am also a traitor." ”

(End of chapter)