The palace maids scattered and fled, but Zhu Yousong still stood behind the pillar in a daze like Brother Pig, and did not come back to his senses until Lan'er gave him a salute and fled. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, hey, hey......" Zhu Yousong smiled like a lewd uncle who turned a little loli to watch a goldfish, looking at the warblers and swallows in the garden of the prince, the butterflies danced, and the thousands of emotions in his chest only converged into one sentence: "The evil feudal society, tsk tsk......"

After enjoying the bath of the exploiting class and having a dinner party of the aristocratic class, Zhu Yousong, as the representative of the big landlord class, took the little hand of the proletarian Lan'er and said with a smile: "Let's go and beat the legs of the prince." "Ever since he tasted Lan'er's little powder fist that day, Zhu Yousong felt that if he didn't take two hits one day, he would be uncomfortable.

Zhu Yousong was lying on the couch, Lan'er knelt beside him, and a pair of small pink fists were rhythmically pounding on his legs. Zhu Yousong walked for a day, his muscles were really sore, Lan'er's pair of small fists were tapping rhythmically, and some different massage techniques were mixed during the period, and the slight soreness of Zhu Yousong's leg muscles disappeared without a trace under the grip of these small hands.

Zhu Yousong sighed with emotion, squinted his eyes slightly, and actually gave birth to a trace of the idea that this life is enough.

As a traverser, Zhu Yousong is unqualified. He is content with what happens, he is content with the status quo and even unhappy, at the end of the day he is not ambitious, he is not ambitious, he is just an easily satisfied person.

These days, he never went to the study again, and he didn't add a word to the big piece of rice paper that was laid out on the bookcase. Zhu Yousong has a reason, although he is a liberal arts student, his historical knowledge has long been lost to Java. He has read a lot of novels that travel through history, but he finds that there is no reference at all. The protagonists are still poor characters struggling on the edge of food and clothing, but through their rich historical knowledge, super high emotional intelligence and IQ, they have attracted a large number of followers and completed the hegemony for him.

As soon as Zhu Yousong compared with those protagonists, he felt that he was really unlearned and ashamed.

What's more, those protagonists carry the system with them, and there are rewards for completing tasks! Zhu Yousong didn't sleep all night on the first night of crossing, just summoning the system that didn't exist in the first place...... After trying for a whole night, Zhu Yousong, who had two black circles under his eyes, found that there was no system at all, let alone any superpowers to shuttle the world at will......

After all, what can he do when he comes to the Ming Dynasty? Can he dominate the world and save the nation from peril, or can he pick up a sword to defend against the enemy thousands of miles away? Zhu Yousong knew very well that he couldn't do any of this, he was not a senior technician, he couldn't build aircraft cannons, he was not a historical researcher, and he was not familiar with the specific process of history in the late Ming Dynasty.

Enjoying Lan'er's massage, Zhu Yousong let out a comfortable moan, he now seriously suspects that God let him come to Daming, just to let him come over and eat and wait for death, he didn't want him to affect the course of history at all, after all, eating and waiting for death was the greatest wish in his previous life.

Gentle Township is a hero's mound, this sentence is very reasonable, Zhu Yousong feels that he can't resist the sugar-coated cannonball of the feudal class. Now he wants to have an identity, a status and a status, money and money, people and women...... There is such a docile and cute, innocent little Lori by her side, what is Fei Na so energetic to change history? Besides, do I have that ability?

Zhu Yousong shook his head, sighed, and muttered in a low voice: "Heroes make the times, I'm not a hero, what do you want to do with that?" ”

Lan'er, who was waiting attentively on the side, asked, "Shizi, are you thirsty?" As he spoke, he took a cup of sour plum soup with ice cubes from the small table next to him and handed it to Zhu Yousong.

Zhu Yousong took it and took a sip of it, and made up his mind to completely throw himself into the arms of the decadent and degenerate feudal landlord class: "The vassal king must not pre-empt the business of the four people, and I can't do it in Shinong, industry and commerce, and I still want to change history, are you kidding?" ”

"Lan'er, don't knock, look at you're tired and sweaty, oops, come on, you can also drink a cup, this sour plum soup is cold and sour, and it tastes great......"

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At the beginning of the lanterns, thousands of lights are on.

The third family in Changchun Lane in the west of the city is the residence of Zhang Youcai, who is in prison at this time. In a room in the backyard, a goblin fight is being staged, the room is dim and there is no light, the scene on the bed is not real, only in the moonlight through the window paper can vaguely distinguish that this is a fragrant battle, in the darkness came a burst of male and female gasps, as if at a critical juncture, the delicate little bed shook "squeak" sound.

Two muffled moans came from the darkness, and the little bed, which seemed to have been caught in a storm, stopped shaking.

After a long time, a charming female voice came from the darkness: "You bully me like this, aren't you afraid that big head will come back and break your legs?" ”

Another voice said disdainfully: "He opened his head and fell into bad luck this time, he provoked people who shouldn't be messed with, he deserves to squat now, and his wife is sleeping with me again." The person who listened to that voice turned out to be Zhao Yuanhua, who was a doorkeeper that Zhu Yousong met in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

In the dark, Zhao Yuanhua's mouth was pinched by the woman, and he couldn't help scolding: "You are dead, little slut!" ”

Dong Congyanjiao smiled: "Who told you to say something ugly." ”

Zhao Yuanhua was stunned and said, "How ugly did I say?" ”

"It's not hard to hear, it, it, I don't like it!"

Zhao Yuanhua gently patted his mouth and said with an evil smile: "Blame me, blame me, look at my mouth, what the hell, it's my mother." ”

The woman screwed on the tender meat on Zhao Yuanhua's waist again, and Zhao Yuanhua wailed and begged for mercy: "Let go, let go!" ”

Dong Congyan twisted around again before letting him go, Zhao Yuanhua turned over and pressed her under him and said, "Little wave hoof, you see I can't clean you up!" ”

With a soft cry from the woman, ripples rippled on the calm surface of the lake, and the small bed that floated on the land shook like a boat......

At this time, a voice suddenly came from outside the house: "Madam, an official messenger told the concierge that he was looking for Zhao Huyuan, but the little one didn't look for him everywhere, and he must have not come back yet, so I came to Mrs. Tongyu, can you see the official messenger?" ”

Dong Congyan, who had just run on the highway, was hit on the brakes, and she felt a sense of loss in her heart, she saw Zhao Yuanhua shaking her head and replied angrily: "No, send him away, just say that we don't have such a person here!" ”

The little guy replied and retreated, Zhao Yuanhua smiled lewdly: "Little wave hoof, I'm not here, why don't I have a person!" That official sent me to look for me, I am afraid that I have been entrusted by your man, and you are not afraid of delaying his important affairs. ”

Dong Congyan complained angrily: "It doesn't matter what he does, he gave the eunuch cultivator to the temple, I heard that he also killed several laborers who collected debts, and delayed his affairs, it is better to let him see the king of Hades, and it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people." ”

Zhao Yuanhua's eyes narrowed and asked, "That Zhang Youcai has killed people?" ”

Dong Congyan hummed absent-mindedly and said, "Oh, it's really disappointing to say what he is doing now!" I also heard him say that he was drunk, who knows if it is true or not. He believed in you so much, I thought you had a kick, don't you know this? ”

Zhao Yuanhua's face turned pale and said: "How do I know, how can I do such a lack of morality as killing people and killing people?" ”

Dong Congyan smiled and said: "Don't do things that hurt nature and reason like killing people, and do things that hurt nature and reason like stealing people's wives and concubines?" ”

Zhao Yuanhua buried his head in Dong Congyan's bulging chest, and said in a muffled voice: "This is different, the two of us are Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, even if you die, I am willing." ”

I don't know if Dong Congyan was touched by Zhao Yuanhua's words, and the moans that had been suppressed couldn't hold back anymore......

The moonlight was like a veil, reflecting the room, and the two goblins were fighting fiercely on the delicate little bed.