When Zheng Hao was drawing the characters, he designed the fox fairy in the story to be very enchanting, and he was really a superb stunner, with a firm and big chest, a thin and cotton waist, round and warped hips, and a standard funnel figure.

His paintings are delicate and realistic, the characters are very beautiful and seductive, and the details are handled romantic, beautiful, fragrant and passionate.

The storytelling is not blindly going down the three paths, but the ups and downs are thought-provoking.

This also makes the whole story style also rise.

Strictly speaking, this is not a vulgar work that is completely obscene and stealing.

Zheng Hao kept drawing.

His original plan was to make twenty drawings of this story.

Unexpectedly, after really writing and highlighting some glamorous details, such a short story was extended to thirty-two pages before it ended.

Zheng Hao draws stick figure caricatures, composed with lines.

He started drawing slower, but then the speed came up.

However, even so, Zheng Hao still drew for three and a half days before finishing this set of comics.

After drawing this set of comics, Zheng Hao was almost tired.

Putting the brush down, Zheng Hao only felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Young Master! Sit down. Ping'er appeared just in time, reached out and helped him to sit down on the stone bench.

She pounded her back and pinched her shoulders and rubbed her temples again.

Zheng Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ping'er, your craftsmanship is good, it's very comfortable to pinch." Zheng Hao closed his eyes and leaned lightly on her, sniffing the girl Qingfen from her, and his mood became very happy.

"If the young master likes it, I will press it for you every day." Ping'er said softly.

Looking at the little boy leaning on top of her, her eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness.

After the young master came to his senses today, he was like a different person, he was considerate and loving to himself, and she enjoyed it very much.

Even if she really wants to die with him tomorrow, she is not afraid.

"Ping'er, you're also tired, you have been painting with me for the past two or three days, and you haven't rested! Come, let me see if it's a lot less. Zheng Hao smiled, and as soon as he pulled her hand, he pulled her to sit down on his side.

gave Ping'er this grasp, he was a little distracted.

"Young master, it's not good to be seen." Ping'er blushed, her face full of joy, and she lowered her head and said.

"There's no one here, what are you afraid of?" Zheng Hao looked at her flower-like pretty face and said a little impatiently.

In his impression, the predecessor Xiao Zhengtai seems to have never touched Ping'er, so Ping'er is still in perfect shape.

Zheng Hao was already thinking about whether to pick this flower.

It's just that my current height is a hard injury.

Zheng Hao roughly estimated that the thirteen-year-old Xiao Zhengtai's body that he now occupies is only about one meter four or seven tall.

In later generations, this is definitely a dwarf among the short.

In later generations, thirteen-year-old boys will be more than 1.6 meters tall, and even more than 1.7 meters will abound.

The height at his current level is not even as high as Ping'er.

Ping'er is 16 years old this year and is already about 1.53 meters.

You'll have to think about getting taller.

Zheng Hao thought about it in a mess, but he reached out and held Ping'er's face, and was about to lean over his lips to kiss one.

And Ping'er has also closed her eyes, panting slightly, her red lips are slightly open, and she looks half pushing and half refusing.

This aroused Zheng Hao's desire even more.

It's just that before Zheng Hao kissed Ping'er's lips, he heard a "bang" sound outside the door.

A thunderous voice sounded outside the door: "Zheng Hao, are you dead?" If you're not dead, come and open the door for me, and I'll give you something to eat. ”

It was Zheng Chong's voice.

Zheng Hao shook his head helplessly.

"Poof!"

Ping'er chuckled, got up from Zheng Hao and said coquettishly: "Young master, why don't you go and open the door for Uncle Chong, it's too late, be careful that he dismantles our door." ”

"I'll go! Ping'er, you should hide for a while, and don't plaster your face again. Zheng Hao admonished.

"Got it." Ping'er said.

Zheng Hao went over and opened the door of his house, and outside the door stood Zheng Chong, who was like a black iron tower.

Zheng Chong was holding a big bird with a bloody head in his right hand, which was a wild goose; In his left hand, he carried a large bow, but this one was quite peculiar, with a pocket on the bowstring.

Zheng Hao knew that this was a slingshot.

The slingshots of the ancients were still bow-shaped, except that there was a pocket on the bowstring for placing the marbles.

"Brother Chong, come and sit at home." Zheng Hao invited.

"No, straight thief! You haven't been out for a few days, and I thought I was starving to death at home! This bird will give you some meat, I'm leaving. ”

Zheng Chong threw the dead goose to Zheng Hao, and he was about to leave.

Zheng Hao hurriedly stopped him.

"Brother Chong, stay! My brother wants to ask my brother to do me a favor, is that okay? Zheng Hao said.

"What's the rush? You said. Zheng Chong said.

Zheng Hao looked at the sun in the sky, it was almost noon, so he said: "I want to go to the city to do some things in the afternoon, and I want to ask Brother Chong to accompany me, is it okay?" I'll give you some small pay later. ”

Zheng Chong's eyes rolled, and he suddenly smiled: "Do you want to escape from this county and avoid the debt collection of those people in Changxing?" ”

"No, no! No such thing! I went to the county seat to make a business, and if this business is completed, I can easily repay my debts. Zheng Hao explained.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Zheng Chong agreed.

Zheng Hao said again: "Brother Chong, it's almost noon, let's have some light meals in the cold house, right?" ”

"I won't bother, when to leave, you come to my house to find me."

Zheng Chong said and turned to leave.

Zheng Hao watched Zheng Chong stride away, returned to the door, and closed the door directly.

He carried the dead goose back to the inner house.

"Young master, what is Uncle Chong looking for you?" Ping'er greeted her and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just to send a goose for us to sacrifice our teeth." Zheng Hao said with a smile.

"It's such a big goose, just enough to make up for the young master." Ping'er took the goose with a happy face and said.

"Sister Ping'er also has to make up for it, you have been hungry and thin for the past two days." Zheng Hao said.

Ping'er went to boil a pot of hot water, scalded the goose, plucked out its hair, and very skillfully disemboweled, and cleaned it up.

She cut it into pieces with a knife on the cutting board, poured it into the pot, covered the pot and began to cook.

Zheng Hao laughed with her beside Ping'er.

"Young master, is that kind of thing between men and women really that beautiful?" Ping'er, who was burning the fire, suddenly asked Zheng Hao.

Zheng Hao was suddenly a little confused: "Sister Ping'er, why did you suddenly think of asking this?" ”

"Because, because I read the "Ancient Temple of the Legend of the Fox" you wrote, the affairs of men and women are extremely beautiful, and the young master must have already experienced this, right?" Ping'er said shyly.