When he landed, Qinghe fell into boundless indignation. After being angry, I thought to myself: "Just a pair of shoes, you want to stop me, dreaming." How can barefoot grass people be afraid of King Wu who wears shoes? The weak is better than the strong, and the soft is better than the strong. ”

So, I simply had to inch in, and all day long, with a pair of bare feet, slipping around and running with a full tent. Such a feat really broke through the endurance of green flies.

Bo Win Fury:

Although the big tent is paved with red felt, and it is very comfortable to step on a pair of feet, but what kind of body does a woman become barefoot? Dignified King Wu, where is the face?

In his opinion, as a woman, if you don't wrap your little feet, you really don't abide by women's morals, how can you rely on the good birth of your feet, just just light? Still running all over the ground?

What's more, Bo Ying is used to seeing women binding their feet, and he thought it was a matter of course: "It's pitiful that there are no three inches, and the slender jade shoots are wrapped in light clouds." White Luo embroidery? Eggs in the nursery are festering and swaying!?/p>

Thinking of this, qigong is in full swing, a pair of flies' gills, drumming back and forth, one after another.

Thanks to Bo Ying's "Dharma Divine Skill" that he has practiced since childhood, he pays attention to the three times five natures, always cherishes bodhicitta and pursues the true mind, seeks the Buddha's way, and transforms sentient beings. Remembering that Qinghe was the head of all beings in his purity, he forced his anger back to his heart.

Qiang Ren was full of displeasure, looked down, but saw that she had a pair of small feet, slender, well-proportioned, soft, well-behaved, beautiful and warped, spiritual and floating, indescribably wonderful.

In addition, she loves to run, and her little feet jump and jump, gently and quietly, just like playing a piano and flute. Every time you bounce, it's like a performance, and a string of music sounds. Watching and listening, he was infected by her happy heart, and couldn't help but smile, smiling, and having fun together.

Later, he simply relished: "Accustomed to seeing her little feet, my bodhichitta of purifying sentient beings is no longer important." You see, she flies and runs, and jumps and jumps, like a happy little bird, and I am more fascinated than lying on the bed and being a sleeping cat. ”

The more Bo Ying looked at her little feet, the more he couldn't put it down, the more he had a soft spot, he couldn't extricate himself, he was simply fascinated.

In his opinion, Jiaohe's Tianzu is the real "slender jade shoots wrapped in light clouds, and Ling Bo micro-steps are full of dreams".

Thinking back again, the women's foot bindings are all deformed, hateful, and disgusting. I can't help but feel sick and disgusted.

Unexpectedly, early the next morning, Qinghe would have to look at Shu and be greedy. Listen, she has a new trick: "Today's sting, ten thousand insects are dispatched, everything is recovering, I also want to refresh my muscles and bones, and join in the excitement of spring." ”

Seeing that she had taken up all the three poisons of Buddhism, she was greedy, hateful, and stupid, Bo Ying was really angry: "There is greed to subdue the end, yes?" The subduing is the end, and the subduing of the foolish is the end! ”

Qinghe has always respected him as a father, and when he heard this, he was puzzled, and even stared at a pair of beautiful eyes: "What did my king say?" I don't understand a word? The sting is the beginning of spring music, the beginning of the game, how can it be the end? ”

Bo Ying pointed to the door of the tent and looked angry: "Shao Di, Jin Ge Iron Horse outside the tent, danger is everywhere, and danger is lurking!" What's more, the wind is roaring, the rain is falling, and it is cold and humid. Your arrow wounds have not healed, your physical condition is not good, you can't blow the wind, you can't stand the rain, you can't get out of the account! ”

Qinghe was in a hurry to go home, and her heart had already cried rain or shine, but her face tried her best to pretend to be a clear sky, pretending to be happy and smiling: "How many times have I said that I am not Sister Di!" What's more, Shu is a domain of mountains and rivers, a beautiful place, and the frequency of quiet winds, winning the championship in China. Although it rains, there is little wind. What's more, big and small injuries will grow when you see the wind. If I don't go out of the account, I don't see the wind, how can my injuries be healed? ”

Bo Ying did not smile, his face was cloudy and rainy. It was originally a heavy bass, and his words were even more dull: "Shao Di, the 'crazy six sons' are in the camp, all of them are more insidious than foxes, stronger than tigers, and more ferocious than jackals." If you are targeted by them, won't I have to worry about wolves again? Can't you see? The insidious person cannot be prevented; Countless troubles? Do you want me to break my heart? ”

Qinghe was full of displeasure: "Who bothered with you?" Besides, a fly heart, the small one can't be smaller, and if you it a few times, it will be broken. Although he thought so, he didn't dare to argue with reason, but he couldn't help but be full of curiosity: "Who is the "crazy six sons"? ”

Bo Ying's face sank, and his face was frosty, as if he was infected with Han Feng's poison: "The six people are Han Feng and Jinsai masters, and your cold poison is due to them." ”

When Qinghe heard this, he felt a cold current, running from the back vest to the soles of his feet, cold and cold.

Because he was too naughty, Bo Ying was angry, and Qinghe's most cherished freedom was completely deprived.

Although Qinghe is seriously injured, his eyes are bright and bright. Pay attention to the observation, since she asked to "leave", the number of troops to protect the tent has tripled. Not to mention, Bo Ying's personal guards, all of them are first-class masters, although the name is called "protecting the lotus", in fact, all of them prevent her from stealing like thieves.

Judging the situation, he was even more surprised: "Tianquan, Zixiao, and Ziyao are all martial arts wizards. Tianquan is a long sword, worships the stars, swallows clouds and spits fog; Rampant in the world, it is difficult to meet opponents. Zixiao, Ziyao, one left and one right two scimitars, the moves are exquisite, endless, dripping without leakage, and they are perfectly combined. Up to now, all directions are the eyes of the sky, how to escape? ”

Thinking of this, my heart wept blood.

The most intolerable thing for her is that Bo Ying actually engages in hegemonism: "Shao Di, you are seriously injured and have not recovered, and you must not take a bath." sprinkled 'Kuixing Soul Scattering' in the water, and it is inevitable that it will also be infected. ”

Seeing that she couldn't take a bath and scratched her uncomfortable hands, Bo Ying smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Shao Di, when you recover, I will personally bathe and change clothes for you." ”

Qinghe only cared about sorrow, and didn't know what to say: "Where can I wait so long?" The wound was not healed, and the man was suffocated to death. ”

Bo Ying laughed heartily, and immediately brought a basin of hot water: "I can't take a bath, I might as well wash my feet and relieve my troubles temporarily." ”

Qinghe has loved to run barefoot since he was a child, and was forced to wash his feet by Changwen several times a day. Because of her mastery, even the noble King Wu held the footbasin and served aside, she deserved it.

On the one hand, he stretched out his feet, well-behaved and skillful; While chuckling casually, he made witty words: "My king is virtuous, considerate, and patient!" I have a fight with Sister Chang Wen. ”

Qinghe is stubborn, and it is rare to bow down to Bo Win. Bo Ying held her little feet, couldn't put it down, her heart swayed, and she pretended to be calm: "Who is Chang Wen?" ”

As he spoke, Bo Ying's blood was already boiling, his blood was surging, and he wanted to burn himself. Because he knows deeply that a woman's feet are absolute, except for her husband, outsiders can't see it, let alone touch it? She is so free and easy, not only to show him, but also to him to touch, she is in love with the depths, without reservation.

Qinghe's words made him scratch his head: "She and you are the same kind." ”

Bo Ying was fascinated and confused, and while he was suspicious, he was full of doubts: "Chang Wen must be a woman, how can she be the same as me?" ”

Qinghe smiled very happily: "Blue flies and mosquitoes are all "four pests". Oh, don't be surprised, I didn't make it clear. You are clearly all "four good": good heart, good moral character, good patience, and good temper. Not only that, but not afraid of dirty, tired, hard, smelly. Several times a day, I took the trouble to wash my feet. ”

When Bo Ying heard this, he almost didn't become a green fly on the spot. He trembled the legs of the green fly, shook the green fly wings, lowered the head of the green fly, and almost wanted to spit out the blood of the green fly.

Bo Ying was able to redeem himself, immediately turned his grief and anger into strength, took out a yaoqin, adjusted the strings and rhyme, and immediately became a sound, and improvised a "Love Lotus Song".

He has a lot of piano skills and is immersed in it, just to highlight the love at first sight and express an infatuation.

The music is ingenious, the sound is melodious, the rhyme is lingering, full of sincere love, full of longing.

It's a pity that Qinghe was born in the four Zen heavens of the color world, and is on the top of the colorless. Listening to the sound of the piano, he only thought about Ah Long in his heart, and ignored Bo Ying.

In the previous life, Ah Long had carefully taught her to play the piano, and when she thought of this, Qinghe had tears in her eyes. At this moment, even if Bo Ying played the peerless piano sound, she would only be violent and deaf.

In fact, how can Bo win play the piano to the lotus, how can it play the piano to the cow? Playing the piano to the cow, the cow can eat more grass, produce more milk, and grow more fat. Playing the piano to the lotus, in vain to fill in the troubles, in vain to increase sadness.