Zhou Xiaocao walked a few steps quickly, ready to catch up with the touch of snow white. But who knew that this little girl was running fast, and Zhou Xiaocao chased after a few steps, but still couldn't catch up with her pace. This made Zhou Xiaocao wonder, could it be said that Shen Jianniang's girl was so good that she could walk like flying? But that day in the brothel of the Qinglou, she still looked weak.

However, with the example of his own lady Feng Yulan first, Zhou Xiaocao didn't feel anything unusual about the martial arts skills of women in this time and space. Perhaps, this Shen Jiaoniang is also a hidden master!

Zhou Xiaocao will not give up, ready to carry out the tracking to the end. But in the wilderness on the outskirts of Cangzhou, there are many woods and ditches, and after the woman's shadow enters a forest, she loses her trace. Zhou Xiaocao went into the forest to search for a while in the spirit of not giving up, and almost peeled off the bark to see if she could peel off Shen Jianniang, but she didn't see the slightest beauty.

Shaking his head, Zhou Xiaocao sighed secretly, his small body is really not good, even if he is bullied by his wife at home, he can't even catch up with a prostitute when he goes out, how can he mix it?

Fragrant, so fragrant!

Zhou Xiaocao suddenly stopped, because he couldn't stop.

Suddenly, there was one more person in front of me.

A beautiful woman, dressed in white and with a gauze scarf on her face, stood in front of him like this.

Zhou Xiaocao took a step forward and said with a smile: "Aha, beauty, are you finally willing to show up?" Really, how do you use the verses I wrote for you? You don't lack those two money. ”

Shen Jianniang's voice was a little cold, as if she was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You? Writing verses? Give me? ”

Zhou Xiaocao shook his hands and said, "That's right! The bright moon and autumn of the river I wrote to you, as well as the small red clay stove, were all sold to the little prince by you, really, it was in vain for the hard work of others. ”

Shen Jianniang snorted coldly: "You wrote the two poems that Liu Minghui chanted just now?" ”

"Yes, yes! You've forgotten it, you still wrote down the verses I chanted to you that day, and I still keep them! ”

When he said this, Zhou Xiaocao was a little weak-hearted, and he didn't know whether the paper was torn or burned by the crazy woman at home, but he couldn't find it anyway.

Shen Jianniang said: "Hmph, I don't think that guy can write such a poem." But I don't see that a waste like you can write good poetry. ”

Zhou Xiaocao was unhappy: "Huh? How do you say I'm a waste? That day, the two of us kissed and touched, and now you see me covering my face and not saying anything, and calling me a waste. It's naïve for you to confuse black and white like this. But I like it! Hey. ”

Shen Jianniang was puzzled: "You said you have seen my face?" When? Where is it? ”

Hey? Did this Nizi forget it?

Zhou Xiaocao suddenly remembered that the story of Qingxia and Zixia in Journey to the West came. Qingxia Zixia shares a body, this for a while, that for a while, did she meet it yourself? I'm cǎo, handsome! Lying on the bed with a woman in my arms, this one in the first half of the night, that one in the second half of the night, this feeling is oh one library and one library!

Zhou Xiaocao said embarrassedly: "Have you forgotten jì? It's in your backyard, and your maid is in front of you. By the way, it happened after I wrote those two poems. ”

Shen Jianniang seemed to really suffer from schizophrenia, frowned and said, "I never need a maid to serve, you really know how to write poetry?" ”

Zhou Xiaocao said excitedly: "Yes, of course it will!" Come on, come on, wait for me to write another love poem to the beauty! ”

Shaking his head for a long time, Zhou Xiaocao began to chant poetry: "The night moon does not set, and the lonely lamp is long, and the rootless snow water is better than the spring river." I sent 3,000 pieces of snow, and the red beans should be doubled. ”

Shen Jianniang raised her pretty face, looked at the branches above her head that used to flourish and withered at the moment, and slowly recalled the poem Zhou Xiaocao had just said, and actually fell into it, repeating word by word in her mouth: "Three thousand pieces of snow and red beans should be a pair." Unfortunately, where are you? Don't I really have that kind of life?"

Zhou Xiaocao didn't expect this Nizi to be sad when she said that she was sad, how did this happen?

He didn't want to think about it, he copied other people's poems, so naturally he couldn't talk about any emotion, tears Of course, the contrived performance in front of the little prince Liu Minghui didn't count. But this is the first time a girl has heard such a love poem, and it is

Shen Jianniang suddenly lowered her head and asked, "Is this poem really written by you for me?" ”

Zhou Xiaocao was immediately shocked and said, "Of course! ”

In fact, what I thought in my heart was that there were many such verses myself. It's just that in the future, you have to do what you can, and you will waste three poems on this Shen Jiaoniang, and you will be picking up girls in the future, which is obviously not enough. Well, you'll have to take it easy later.

Shen Jianniang suddenly kissed Zhou Xiaocao's face, and immediately retreated, as light as a chicken pecking rice, as fast.

Where would Zhou Xiaocao satisfy such a kiss? said: "What's the mood through the veil? Our old husband and wife, it's not like we haven't kissed our mouths, what are you doing with this thing! ”

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took off the scarf on Shen Jianniang's face with extremely fast and skillful techniques: "Ahaha, it's not that I haven't seen you, and we are not Shen Jianniang?!" ”

The face of the beautiful woman is like frost, and the whole face looks a little pale due to the long-term wearing of the veil. The eyes are big and dark, and the face is not as round as Shen Jianniang, but a little handsome. This may be heroic, right?

Zhou Xiaocao suddenly felt that he had made a big mistake, a very big mistake.

His feet were soft and he knelt down: "Woman, spare me from dying!" ”

Really, how does this beauty look like Shen Jianniang, how can she recognize the wrong person? Maybe it was subconsciously, after the little prince stole his poems, he had a preconceived idea that Shen Jianniang must have leaked it. Then when I saw a beautiful woman with the same face covered as Shen Jianniang, I thought it was Shen Jianniang, so I followed.

Now it's okay, kiss and kiss, touch and touch, look and see. In the end, this woman is not Shen Jianniang, and she is much older just by looking at her age, at least twenty-seven or eighteen years old. At this age, in ancient times, it was possible to become a grandmother.

The older beauty sighed and said, "The man has gold under his knees, you get up, I won't kill you." ”

Hearing that his life was saved, Zhou Xiaocao let go of half of his heart. Why half the heart? The main reason is that I am worried that this beauty will give him another knife or two kicks, and he will be injured and disabled, and the consequences will be severe.

The older beauty asked again: "Is the poem you just now written for that Shen Jianniang?" Is she your fiancée? ”

Zhou Xiaocao immediately shook his head and denied: "No, it's not!" The poem just now was purely written for women. As long as the heroine likes it, I can write another poem. ”

Damn, for the sake of not being injured or disabled, I had to cut my flesh painfully and dedicate another poem! Thinking that there would be one less of these poems in one poem, Zhou Xiaocao's distressed teeth itched.

The older woman said, "No need! This is enough! All men in the world regard me as a snake and scorpion, and you write a poem for me. This kindness, the concubine wrote down. ”

Zhou Xiaocao said these words inexplicably, and said suspiciously: "You are this"

The older woman said, "You have seen my appearance, since I was eight years old when I began to wear a veil, and in twenty years, you have been the first person to see me in addition to the mirror." Moreover, he also wrote poems for me, and did not dislike me. From now on, you'll be my man. ”

What do you mean that I am your person? This subordination must be clarified? What else doesn't dislike her, where is this?

The older woman said again: "Remember, the concubine is called Yan Qixia, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called the Soul Searching Witch." Now I'm going to do something, and I'll go back to you later. ”

After speaking, Yan Qixia jumped forward, and actually stepped on the branches and galloped away, leaving Zhou Xiaocao standing on the ground with a look of adoration: "Wow, it can really fly!" ”

After straightening his clothes, Zhou Xiaocao walked out with square steps, and suddenly heard someone shouting outside: "There are assassins, there are assassins!" ”

Zhou Xiaocao's heart sank, and he strode out.