On the side of Zhong'an Bridge, there is an old man with a short shirt walking towards Xizhao Mountain, with an embroidered spring knife on his waist, and a dry tobacco stick in his mouth, with a leisurely expression.

Another man in a blue and white shirt walked out of the tile.

Holding the wooden box, his eyes are resolute.

Also to the sunset mountain.

On the shore of West Lake, there is a big family, no one knows where the master of this family comes from, just like a small person who became rich overnight, and no one knows its origin.

The rich man's surname is Hua, the flower of the heart of the flower.

Mr. Hua is indeed very attentive.

Although it has passed the age of not being confused, it has worked women.

The house married a wife and two equal wives, and there are still four concubines, all of whom are famous little beauties from far and near.

Well, of course, Mr. Hua has more than that.

Some of the beautiful maids in the house were all half-pushed and half-pushed, and they were fortunate to be sent by Master Hua, but no one said anything.

After all, Master Hua's kung fu is really good.

But Master Hua never went to the shore of West Lake to find the boat lady, he would rather spend his own money to rent a boat and take his three wives and four concubines to go on a night tour to prostitute himself than make peace with the boat lady.

In the words of Mr. Hua, the picture is clean.

When the frost dissipated, the rich old man Hua got up from the little concubine, washed up slowly, went into the study, and when he came out, the old man Hua carried a spear.

He said to the wives and concubines, if anything happens, you can divide the family property and live separately according to the rules I left on the paper in the study.

After speaking, the old man went out without hesitation.

But when he went out, he pinched the overly tender buttocks of the maid who gave him, and said reluctantly: "Xiaocui is waiting for the master, if the master can come back today, he will ** you at night!" ”

Xiao Cui looked yearning, and she was also a meat girl, "The slave has been dead several times." ”

Which time was not to death by the master.

I like the master's trick Wolong to the roots, and the yellow dragon can make people die and come back to life, I really want to die under the master.

The old man looked up to the sky and laughed and went out.

In this life, Lao Tzu has lived enough.

Value!

You give me the life I want, and I'll give you a life, so what?

Besides, if it is to kill that man, I will do my best!

Everywhere in Lin'an, a few people walked out.

In addition to the blue and white Confucian shirts and the rich man with a spear in his arms, there are still old men in clothes who are fishing in the willows of the stream and come out with a scimitar, and there are also Xizi boat girls who do not sell their bodies to hang their swords on their waists and step on the wind......

There are not many people.

but they were all willing to stop the spear.

The old fisherman held a scimitar, standing at the intersection of Yujie and Qingyun Street, and his eyes were a little happy when he saw through the red dust.

Xizi Boat Niang is equipped with a sword at her waist, like a lotus leaf in the wind, standing in Qingyun Street, her eyes are clear.

The rich old man carried the silver gun and went to the end of Qingyun Street at the foot of the sunset mountain, with a spear on the ground, his hands crossed and looking into the distance, his eyes were cold, and the killing intent was like a cut.

The blue-and-white Confucian shirt man hugged the wooden box, came to the bottom of the steps of the small courtyard of Xizhao Mountain, looked at the young man reading on the steps, smiled, and said very gently, very good boy, but it is a pity to read Dayan and not read the Spring and Autumn Book.

Sit on the steps with the wooden box crossed to the knees.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

In front of the steps under the small courtyard of Qingyun Long Street to Xizhao Mountain, there was no one.

It has long been targeted by the government.

At this moment, many central and important ministers returned from Shangshu Province.

Although the gale light horse is about to overwhelm the realm, several ministers are rarely silent, and the empress has no will, obviously this time the matter is under the control of His Majesty and the ministers.

Wang Kun, the left minister, finally said: Everyone go back and wait on Qingyun Street to see the excitement.

No one objected to Wang Kun's domineering tone.

Although there are quite a few slanderers.

But since the left minister has said it, what else can everyone do?

Your Majesty has no will.

Besides, everyone is a helpless reader, and it is useless to get together.

Just go back to their respective homes.

So on both sides of the wide Qingyun Long Street, all the official eunuchs, the Zhu Gate was wide open, except for the only few generals, the rest of the officials and masters were standing in front of the door.

The bold are celibate.

The cowardly, with a group of sword-wielding slaves standing behind them, is better than nothing, but seeks peace of mind.

In front of the mansion of the right rider and the crown prince Zhan Shi Wei Xi, I didn't see this central boss, only a quiet man in white, with black marks on the corners of his eyebrows like a dragon and a snake.

Although Yan Fanatics won the imperial examination this time, the appointment was delayed, and he only stayed in the Hanlin Academy for the time being.

It is estimated that the vacancy will be filled when there is a vacancy in the local area after the year.

In front of King Qian's mansion, this prince with the fierce appearance of a heavenly demon stood silently at the bottom of the stairs, and there was no one behind him, just in case, Xu Qiuge and Shen Wangshu had already left Lin'an City with last night.

In front of the Xian'an Palace, Zhao Changyi squatted on the ground with his arms very casually.

This prince looked very excited.

And the left minister Wang Kun did not return, after leaving from Shangshu Province, he went straight to the prince's East Palace, sitting in the prince's study at this time, Zhao Yan stood aside instead, his face full of fear.

Xiang Gong is also an emperor, and this posture is still a bit overbearing.

But Zhao Zheng obviously didn't dare to resist.

Wang Kun, the short but powerful iron-blooded prince, drank a cup of tea and asked Zhao Yan, "What is the benevolence of the king?" ”

Zhao Yan snorted for a while, but couldn't say a word.

Wang Kun shook his head, the children can't be taught.

Immediately laughed again, isn't this exactly the prince he wants.

Wang Kun, who was in a good mood, couldn't help but want to say a few more words, anyway, he said that this weak Zhao Yan would not take it to heart, so he said in a deep voice: "The king has no benevolent saying, it has always been a fool, even if it is the benevolence of His Majesty Renzong, it is also based on countless blood, you remember, if one day, when you can be small and broad, then you don't need to remember the bullshit-like benevolence, if the king is benevolent, how can he settle the world?" ”

I said in my heart: If you are benevolent, how can you win the world!

Zhao Zhen snorted, "Got it, teacher." ”

Wang Kun laughed, you know a fart.

After thinking for a moment, "Sit down and read, and wait, the time for you to divide power and govern is not far off." ”

Zhao Yan thinks a lot.

Although I read the book, I was thinking that now the princess is Cui Yingying, but this beautiful little lady was raised by the Qinghe Cui family, and I can't eat it, which is also a good thing, unlike the wild girl of Song Ci, who guards herself in the palace every day, which is extremely annoying.

When the teacher leaves, I'll have a girl to put it on a good show.

I just learned a few tricks from a filthy book yesterday, but I haven't had time to try it yet.

Zhao Zhen, who was thinking about the meat matter, unconsciously lost his mind.

Wang Kunyan, who was sitting on the side, didn't know, and sneered silently, the woman Zhang Guo, the sorrow of the Zhao family, if it is Zhao Li Zhangguo, who makes the heavenly demons fierce, it is the sorrow of the Great Cool.

can let such a prince and Zhang Guo take a big break.

In this case, I, Wang Kun, why not let this cool world enter a new world.

Wang Kun was in a good mood and looked out through the window lattice.

The time has not yet come, and we have to wait.

In Lin'an City, everyone is waiting.

Wait for the gun to come.