Under the Yueluo tent, in front of Hua Yun's bed, my aunt practiced the 'Lao Tzu massage method' (the quintessence of health preservation in the Tang Dynasty) and shot straight at my uncle.

"So, do you plan to let King Xin give him a support, so that Ming'er can be pampered by his side?" Uncle said.

"Even so, I have to nod my husband, so I dare to take Ye'er (the quasi-princess) in to make a show!" As she spoke, my aunt didn't forget to push hard with her elbow.

"Well, my wife will work harder!" Uncle took advantage of the situation and begged.

"In a few days, in the next post, I will invite my sister's black-hearted and black-lung in-laws and sisters-in-law. For the rest, under the pretext of cultivating soil for the canna in the yard, he asked Shan Xing to hire that bastard gardener, just so that this pair of shameless people could bump into each other, and recognize the merry seeds of the next work, and see if they dare to cheat! As he spoke, he changed his posture again, and pointed his finger to his neck.

"It's so comfortable, the plan to redeploy the station in Tibet in the past few days, there has been no slackness at all, I am very worried, like a string, very tight!" After speaking, he sighed and looked happy.

"Husband, Qingxinyuan came to report that King Xin was eating at the house. Let's go over first, so as to show some mouth, in the end, if we want to cut it on the table, we need to talk to the prince. With that, the soles of my aunt's feet poked out and went straight to my uncle's back.

"Hey, it's much looser, it's up to my wife, let's go over!" Uncle agreed to it lively.

This Mrs. Mu is ten years younger than General Mu, and the civil officials and nobles are used to looking down on the rising warriors, and this family affair is also very rare.

When General Namu was seventeen years old, his grandfather returned to the court with his family to report on his work. Eating through the scorching sand of the exotic land, coupled with the young son's greed to play, coincided with the Lantern Festival, and there was no curfew, he was happy to dance and sing with pedestrians, and watched the lantern wheel carrying gold and silver.

At that time, Chang'an City was full of people, densely packed with people, wearing bizarre masks (Halloween flavor), men and women cross-dressing (cosplay), and there was no shortage of impromptu skirt feasts (picnic parties on the spot).

Xu is grand occasion is unprecedented, was squeezed so hard, the young Mu Lang out of the crowd, after turning his back, a handful of pure but clean, standing laurel tree by the wind, blowing a sweet floral fragrance.

When I got closer to identify it, it turned out that there was already a crane-haired old man barefoot, with his back against the tree, lying lazily on the grass. A red brocade dress with a fusang pattern crocheted out of the pleat, flowing out of the casual state, greatly impacted the overly dazzling appearance, and showed a sense of being out of the dust. After Mu Lang bowed, he talked with him.

Mu: Master, do you have a book to read?

Suo: This is "Mandarin Duck Spectrum", the marriage book of the world, not what you should read!

Mu: Don't you just talk about the book, the left is nothing more than a ghost.

Sue: Wait a minute, what's on your waist?

Mu Lang followed him, and saw that a shawl was hooked by a scabbard with jewels on his waist, and he hurriedly took it off and played with it. Looking at the insufficient measurement, it must be the little lady who is less than the age of one who has fallen, and is about to put it aside. Lao Su hurriedly said: "Why rush like this, I will hand it over to your lady in the future." ”

Mu Lang scolded with a smile, "You always pour yellow soup, and you are talking more and more." I haven't talked about marriage yet, how can I get a lady? That is, how to give the shawl that has been used outside? ”

Lao Suo smiled, "The owner of this shawl is the lady you want to marry in the future!" ”

Mu Lang only didn't believe it, and Lao Sufu turned a page of the "Mandarin Duck Spectrum" in his hand and looked at him, "Na, on the swing frame, there is a tearful mole in this eye." ”

Mu Lang carefully recognized that the little lady in this spectrum was very beautiful, but the tear mole was a little ominous, so he was not very happy, and said straightly: "Then I will choose a wife in the future, and I will not allow those beautiful girls with tear moles!" ”

After hearing this, the old man walked away and sang to himself:

In the upper reaches of Qixi Festival, the sea of people grinds with each other.

The shawl is hung around the waist, and the ribbon is still in the present day.

The jade rabbit pounds fennel dust, and the phoenix picks up the dream.

Hugh said that he burst into tears, and his head was white.

God knows, since that day, he has been on the battlefield, and it happened that the leader of Tubo was disagreeing with the local officials stationed in the imperial court, and he challenged every three days.

It's time to go to the official luck, go back to compete, and make meritorious contributions every time. When Da'an arrives, he has become an older successful leftover man, and marriage has become a major event for the whole family!

One day, Grandpa sent a letter, and Yun had set the daughter of the Mu family, line three. Don't forget to note at the end that there are no spots and moles on the face, a good match!