Aunt Zhao said: "I heard that Mrs. Xiao agreed to marry Mr. Wei of the academy, and asked for a salary of eighty taels, and planned to marry him on an auspicious day of the zodiac." ”

"What's that gentleman's name?" Shen Qishan's thick eyebrows furrowed, his finger bones did not stop, and the sharp sword body reflected his cold face.

Aunt Zhao smiled back: "The surname is Wei Yihong, he is a lifter, and his appearance is top-notch in Fuchun Town. ”

She bit the word "yellow flower" hard, and said in an envious tone: "Mrs. Xiao is really lucky!" ”

A touch of gloom flashed in his eyes without a trace, Shen Qishan snapped the sword into the sheath, clenched it and stood up to leave, Aunt Zhao bit her lip, hugged his tiger waist from behind, and her voice dripped water: "It's late, don't go ...... the third master"

Shen Qishan gently brushed away her hand and said lightly: "I'm not in the mood tonight, let's do it another day!" One way called Gu Zuo from downstairs: "Send someone to thoroughly investigate the experience of Mr. Wei Yihong of the Academy, the sooner the better!" ”

Gu Zuo took the order and left, he found a guest room by himself, asked Steward Feng to bring a jar of Jinhua wine, a bowl of roast chicken, a plate of smoked intestines, looked at the full moon as big as a copper coin outside the window, ate a drink, leaned on the couch with some drunkenness, the curtain was raised in the haze, and a woman came in, he also said that it was Aunt Zhao, and he was about to scold in a rough voice, but it was Mrs. Xiao who looked closely.

"You, a poisonous woman with a honey-bellied sword, still have the face to come to me?" He smiled coldly.

The Xiao lady approached the bed, raised the toe of the red embroidered shoes and kicked him, coquettishly: "How can you calculate me like this, knowing that I don't have the money to pay you back?" ”

As soon as the big hand grasped the beautiful feet and feet, and caught the body that swooped down, the fat and fragrant smell of gardenias lingered in the snort: "Poisonous woman, aren't you planning to get married?" Eighty taels sold himself? It's really worthless! ”

That Mrs. Xiao's eyes were wet, and she looked at him with tears in her eyes: "What should I do?" You're urging people to think about it! ”

Look, he didn't forget to tease him when he cried, pinched her soft waist, and said in a hard and fierce tone: "You beg me, you beg me ......"

He paused: "It's useless to beg me!" ”

Seeing that she was angry and wanted to leave, he simply turned over and grabbed her: "Why didn't you wait for me to come back in your previous life, and then go to see the king of Hades first?" Poisonous woman, put me with you when you die, don't think about it in this life, ninety-nine eighty-one means of torturing you, one by one. ”

"How can you be so bad?" Mrs. Xiao clenched her fists and pounded him in the chest.

Shen Qishan smiled, grabbed the quilt and covered it over his head: "The yellow flowers are gone, poisonous woman, how can you stand me?" ”

The candles on the table crackled and exploded the flowers, a red mattress made waves, the spring cat barked on the roof, and the earth dog barked in the distance.

Shen Qishan sat up suddenly, sweat on his forehead, he took the pot and poured the warm tea and drank it all, so as to quench the thirst in his throat, and squirm for a while, and then he took his shoes and left the room.

handed the dirty clothes to the mother-in-law, danced with the sword on the top and danced to the moon, the snow practiced the brilliance and dazzling, the back-up jumped upright, the Venus was scattered, the white pan was spreading, and a gust of wind and dust was scattered and confused, covering his tall and burly body.

Aunt Zhao looked out of the window and lost her soul.

A resident bird flew up from among the branches of the elm tree, passed through the top of the palace, swept over the top of the mountain, swooped down on the top of the hanging mountain, and finally folded its wings and rested in front of the window on the third floor of the small building.

There was a young woman in the room, sitting cross-legged on the bed, making needles with my brother who was reading under the lamp, occasionally looking up, not knowing what she had heard, and smiling with spring on her face.