Although Yang Huairen's mouth was covered, he still refused to stop, and he couldn't hear what poems he was reciting in his mouth, so he was dragged out of the room by He Zhiyun. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fan Chunren and Lu Dafang looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Brother Yaofu, it seems that this posterior is not small, listening to his words, he is a loyal and courageous person, but unfortunately, he has already made up his mind to be a vegetable farmer."

"Brother Wei Zhong is reasonable, this schisandra still has some poetic talent, just drunk to compose poems, at first glance it doesn't seem to rhyme, but the arrogance in the poem makes the old man admire.

What he said about growing vegetables is also to serve the country, and if you think about it carefully, there is some truth. It's just that his experience and experience are still shallow, and he only sees the benefits of a strong army, but he doesn't understand the truth of 'soldiers, the weapons of the country'.

Since my Great Song Dynasty, since Taizu, he has ruled the country with literature, strengthened literature and suppressed the military, so that there is now a situation of peace in the four seas, although there are frequent frictions in the border areas, but it cannot be said that there is a war, and Schisandra is a little alarmist. ”

Lu Dafang nodded in approval, "Governing the world with benevolence and teaching the world with etiquette is the foundation of governing the country.

Since he refuses to be an official, there is no need for us to worry about whether he is loyal or traitorous. ”

The host was drunk, and the two guests were inconvenient to stay for a long time, so they informed a servant of the Yang Mansion to say goodbye to Yang Huairen, and the two prime ministers left by car.

As literati, as a great Confucian who has been educated by Confucius and Mencius since childhood, their ideas cannot be said to be wrong, but are limited by the times.

There are too few great people who can look at the past and the present, and if they knew that the edifice of the Great Song Dynasty was about to collapse in the next twenty or thirty years, they might not be so optimistic.

During the Yuanyou period, it was also the turning point of the Northern Song Dynasty from strong to weak, and the comfortable and prosperous life of hundreds of years made most people forget the truth of "born in sorrow and died in peace".

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Some people sleep drunk, some sing drunk, some dance drunk, and some get drunk massage.

Yang Huairen belongs to the fifth category of people, the more people who rarely get drunk, once they get drunk, the more crazy they are.

He Zhiyun was a little annoyed, since she had known Yang Huairen, she had never seen him drunk, and this drunkenness was a little out of control.

finally carried Yang Huairen into the room, and wanted to put him on the bed to sleep for a while, but Yang Huairen just refused to lie down.

He Zhiyun helped him lie down, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Huairen sat up again, and then helped him lie down, and he sat up again without waiting to turn around.

After muttering all the way to inarticulate his mouth, Yang Huairen's mouth still refused to stop, remembering the poem he hadn't finished just now, he decided to read it again from the beginning.

Just read it, Yang Huairen is quite particular, sitting on the bed and reciting poems is too undignified in his opinion, standing up and reading out the poems with his head held high, in order to express his mind.

Since you want to recite poetry, you must recite it in a low tone, and you must also match it with rich emojis, such a picture is more interesting than singing.

"Ten thousand! Village...... Long! City...... Millions of soldiers! ”

This sentence was pronounced loudly, and the second sentence was pronounced shaking his head, "How can the national shame be treated by children and grandchildren?" ”

He Zhiyun looked stupid, and at this time, a maid came in with a bowl of sour plum soup to relieve hangover, and saw the head of the house standing on the bed and reciting poems like a big hero, and was also stunned, thinking for a long time, and didn't figure out which famous character the master was playing.

He Zhiyun hurriedly took the bowl of sour plum soup, and told her not to grow a tongue with a gloomy face, and then drove the little maid out.

Yang Huairen didn't care about what was happening around him at all, maybe he had already swam out of the sky and become a real general, with a wave of the spear in his hand, a million heroes behind him shouted and rushed to the battlefield to fight.

"I am willing to mention 100,000 tiger and wolf divisions, and leaping horses and swords! East! Capital city! ”

After the poem was finished, Yang Huairen still maintained the posture that he thought he was raising his knife immediately, his eyes were blazing straight ahead, his expression was solemn and solemn, one hand was crossed at the waist, and the other hand was raised high, as if he was really holding a tassel gun in his hand.

After listening to the last two words of this poem, she almost scared He Zhiyun's soul out, she hurriedly put down the sour plum soup in her hand, and pressed Yang Huairen on the bed with a hug.

Where is Yang Huairen willing to be honestly pressed by her, and his hands and feet keep struggling.

He Zhiyun saw that her husband said such a rebellious thing, and he had to lead 100,000 elite soldiers to level Tokyo City, is this unclear that he is preparing to rebel? So no matter how Yang Huairen struggled, she refused to let go of him, for fear that he would go out of the door and talk nonsense about this kind of headless nonsense.

He Zhiyun sat on Yang Huairen's thighs with one butt, didn't let him sit up, and pressed his left and right hands with both hands respectively, preventing him from pushing himself away.

But Yang Huairen's mouth still didn't cover it, pulling his throat and still shouting something like "Tiger Wolf Division" and "Stepping on Tokyo", He Zhiyun was in a hurry, and he couldn't care about the daylight, and he couldn't care about the thick wine in his mouth, and kissed Yang Huairen's mouth with a cherry lip.

Yang Huairen struggled for a while, and suddenly felt that his mouth was blocked by a warm soft glutinous, and then he felt very comfortable, so he slowly relaxed his body, and stretched out his tongue to kiss back very enjoyably.

It is said that some martial arts will only improve greatly after being drunk, and other martial arts are like this Yang Huairen doesn't understand, but kiss the gong, he is very sure that this is the case.

He Zhiyun was kissed by this look, and his whole body became hot with him, and he forcibly held back the muttering in his throat, and saw that Yang Huairen's hands were not struggling much, so he tried his best to stretch out his arm and grab the bowl of sour plum soup on the square stool at the head of the bed.

I wanted to put my head around Yang Huairen and feed him some sour plum soup to relieve the bar, but I was afraid that he would suddenly jump up and continue to go crazy, but let him lie down and drink like this, and I was afraid that I would choke him.

Yang Huairen opened his misty eyes, raised his chin, and pointed to He Zhiyun's pink lips.

He Zhiyun frowned, smiled bitterly in his heart, I don't know if the official did it on purpose, he was drunk for a long time, but he actually understood everything in his heart.

There is no taboo between husband and wife, the honeymoon has been spent, and Yang Huairen's superb martial arts He Zhiyun on the bed is not untried, let alone such a thing.

He Zhiyun caressed Yang Huairen's forehead, inserted his white fingers into his hair, lightly tapped his eyebrows with his thumb, and said coquettishly, "Bad guy ......"

Beating is kissing and scolding is love, talking about bad people in his mouth, or feeding Yang Huairen with his mouth and drinking most of the bowl of sour plum soup, when He Zhiyun put down the empty bowl, Yang Huairen has already grabbed a pair of naughty jade rabbits with a pair of devil's claws, and kneaded the two budding plum blossoms like a trick.

The war drums have been beaten, the battle flag has been raised high, Yang Huairen shouted, "The bad guys are going to rush!" ”