Qian Peiying punched the big drum squirming next to her.

Song Fuling was immediately honest.

Still, "hey, hey, hey," and the little whisper laughed non-stop.

She covered her head with a quilt.

In the dark, Song Lingling's eyes were shining, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

As long as she remembered the scene when Lu Pan was smashed, the corners of her mouth were stained with sesame sauce, she raised her hands, the rice bowl was gone, and the fast and humid board in front of her couldn't hold back the silly music.

Let you eat soullessly and half-heartedly.

His father was not particular about it, and immediately jumped out two meters away the moment he saw the board fall.

In fact, it was for grandpa Tai, and grandpa Tai was able to age so quickly, it was really a skill to escape from the famine.

And her brother is, every day the little general's brother, the little general's brother shouted, and at the critical moment, he shouted Emma in his mouth and ran away smartly.

At that time, Lu Pan covered his head, looking like he was in trouble.

But he said strongly......

cough, Song Fuling was in the quilt, silently learning Lu Pan's usual serious tone with her mouth: "I'm fine." ”

Hahahaha.

It's strange that you're fine, and you haven't eaten a piece of meat.

Smiling and smiling, Miss Song leaned on the kang instead.

With his hands on his face, his mind began to pull back, his father almost dodged and slid down on the roof, Lu Pan seemed to have long eyes behind him, and he grabbed the scene when he returned his hand, still in the heavy rain, squatting down, and looking at the broken tiles under his father's feet and Dad's shoes.

He's very careful, isn't he?

I used to know that he was careful and could pick up blisters on the soles of her father's feet.

But at that time, I didn't see it with my own eyes, and I didn't contact myself.

It's strange that you say it, she never thought much of it when he didn't confess to her.

But her current distress has become, and she has to remind herself from time to time: don't think too much, don't be sentimental.

No matter what he helps with, he doesn't have the face of your Song Ling, your father and your brother.

When I didn't have that before, people still helped.

After a while, Song Fuling tilted her head and pondered again:

He doesn't like to talk, he loves to observe.

The inner world of such a person is usually very wonderful and rich, isn't it?

Guess how wonderful his heart, his view of everyone, the world as he sees it? Will he often complain about others in his heart? On the surface, it is pretending to be serious?

By the way, what zodiac sign is he?

With these cranky thoughts, thinking about a piece in the east and a piece in the west, Song Fuling dug and dug out a wooden comb in the quilt.

Oh, my brother's wooden comb, she suddenly wanted to borrow it tonight, and forgot to return it.

Song Fuling: I just forgot to pay it back, it's true.

In the dark, Miss Song's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her white and tender little hands delicately stroked the lines on the comb.

After touching it for a while, she put the wooden comb under her nose and sniffed it.

No one knew what she was smelling.

Mi Shou: Smell my oily hair?

When Song Fuling was holding a wooden comb and falling asleep in a daze, when most of the people were already asleep, on this rainy night, Lu Pan appeared in a blue brocade coat and appeared in the largest theater building in Fengtian City, "Changyin Pavilion". ”

It's full of people here, and it's a drunken fan.

At the door, Xiao Er stepped forward with an oil-paper umbrella to answer.

Seeing the carriage curtain lifted, it was really Lu Gongzi who was here, it was a real person, and he was stunned and said, "Yo, yo, Lu Ye." ”

The owner of Changyin Pavilion also hurriedly came with an umbrella.

It's unbelievable to see Lu Bin.

This lord rarely comes.

Before, a few masters downstairs still said that after the scientific examination, everyone else hurried to find a place to relax and relax, but this golden nobleman was nowhere to be seen.

After inquiring about it, Gongzi Xie and Gongzi Lin whispered: "Be a virtuous son-in-law." ”

At that time, the owner of Changyin Pavilion was next to him, and he was pouring wine, so he heard it.

I wonder, Lu Ye, which girl in the house is this? I haven't heard which family the Lu Mansion is going to marry, and there is no news at all.

Moreover, with the identity of Lu Ye, no matter which girl in the mansion he marries, does he still need to behave like other hairy sons-in-law?

Whoever people marry is a low marriage, why look at the face of the father-in-law.

Lu Pan was led by the owner to the building, passing through the corridor.

The proprietor smiled at Shunzi while leading the way, hoping that this "proud man" beside Lu Ye could give him more good words in the future and bring this master to sit more.

Junzi always raised her chin slightly, and followed the young master without squinting.

At this time, there were seventeen high-level "candidates" sitting in the Changyin Pavilion.

Private play.

My father and mother have gone with the emperor, and they need to stay in their hometown for the exam.

The beauties around each other are like clouds.

The beauties are happy.

You know what the identity of these seventeen is, if you can take a fancy to them and ask them to accompany them, that represents their worth.

is also willing to accompany these sons who want to be good-looking and wealthy.

No, Lin Shouyang is sitting next to the number one Oiran warbler,

However, these noble sons are all playful, calling the little white fox of the warbler, who is exceptionally white and pure, with red lips and white teeth.

A glass of wine was poured into the stomach by a beauty, and I drank a little too much, and I didn't do well in the exam today.

Lin Shouyang stopped the play and was reprimanding the more than two dozen "servants" kneeling in front of him. ”

"What the hell is choreographed? Yes? You said earlier, Zhao Er, you must know that in this play, the master might as well go back to the house and sleep. ”

"Yes."

A group of boys coaxed.

Zhao Lao Er is the owner of the garden who is in charge of these plays, and he is specially in charge of the backstage, and he looks aggrieved:

"Master Lin, this play has changed, it has really changed, you listen to it later."

In the past, it was a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam, leaving behind his wife and old mother, and after winning the champion, he was caught by the daughter of Prime Minister Niu, so he climbed the dragon and attached the phoenix, greedy for the new and abandoned the old.

The parents in his hometown were affected by disasters for many years, and the scholar married his wife Wuniang to let her in-laws eat rice and eat bran herself, and she was extremely filial.

After burying his in-laws with his own hands, playing the pipa all the way to begging for food into Beijing to find his husband, the husband has become the son-in-law of Prime Minister Niu, and the scholar in order not to let the original partner do bad things, trampled his wife to death, and was hit by five thunders.

Isn't it? Lin Gongzi They don't like to listen, and their dislike is not new, and it has now been changed to:

The scholar didn't want to go to Beijing to take the exam at all, he was persuaded by his wife and parents to go, and he won the champion, and Prime Minister Niu Cheng forced the champion to marry the daughter of the family, and he had to marry.

Then although the direction of the rest is the same, the family is still affected, the wife buries the in-laws, and the pipa begs all the way to Beijing to find a husband, but there are two key points here that have changed.

One is that the scholar sent someone back to his hometown to deliver the letter in high school, but it was not delivered.

The second is that the daughter of Prime Minister Niu first met her husband's wife Wu Niang, and was very moved after listening to Wu Niang's story, and wanted to be commensurate with Wu Niang as a sister, and also arranged for Wu Niang to meet the scholar who was the prime minister's son-in-law at that time. To put it bluntly, she is a kind female partner.

Prime Minister Niu was also moved by this poignant story and agreed that his daughter would serve a husband with Wu Niang.

In the end, the scholar sincerely resigned to the emperor and took his two wives back to his hometown to guard the tomb of his parents.

Happy ending.

The famous Pipa Ji, how good it sounds, Zhao Lao Er really doesn't understand in his heart, why do these masters don't like to listen to it?

Lin Shouyang decrypted him: "Can't you get some knives and guns, big birds flying in the sky, and cannon trucks running on the ground?" ”

"Hey, master, you're too embarrassed," General Dinghai can only enter the sea, and he can't go to the sky, you let us sing and perform to the sky?

Ding Jian was picky: "Then you have to make it up a little bit, it's not right for you to finish this change, you can't send a letter to your hometown if you win the champion?" Where was his hometown not delivered? You have to talk to us. ”

Xie Wenyu knocked on the melon seeds and smiled: "If you change your words, you can ask Maxima to help deliver the letter." "General Dinghai keeps it, and it will be delivered.

A group of boys laughed, complaining more happily, "That's it, besides, you are always the champion among poor scholars, just like us, can't you win?" ”

"Moreover, Zhao Lao Er," Lin Shouyang was fed a grape by Yingying first, and then the cat stepped forward and said: "The daughter of the prime minister, and also arranged for Wu Niang to meet her husband, do you know what the daughter of the prime minister is like?" ”

Xie Wenyu, who was about to catch up with three and a half sentences, answered in front with a smile: "Huh? You say, can the third sister of Minrui be abolished like that first? ”

No one echoed him.

Lu Pan's big palm was placed on Xie Wenyu's shoulder.

Xie Wenyu turned his head with a smile on his face: "...... Belch. ”

The land side is here to find these people to get sandbags and soil bags, and if the weather continues to be bad, they will be used for flood control. Unexpectedly, when I came in, I heard them in the vernacular three sisters.

Don't want to live anymore, do you?