After breakfast, it's just the end of the day. The sun is warm, the wind is clear, the little phoenix wood is staggering at the door of the main hall, stepping on its own shadow to play, I am pinching the tea cup and thinking about it standing at the door of the hall, if anyone comes in from the door, will they be tripped by this sapling......

But I saw a wisp of red smoke floating down from the sky in the west, falling at the door of my hall and turning into a girl in a red skirt, and when I was about to run in, I was just tripped by this little phoenix wood that was jumping happily, and I didn't find the center of gravity at once, and I fell in front of me with a plop. The girl's set of actions is like a cloud loss, which can meet my worries. The little phoenix wood froze for a moment, leaving a few small leaves desolate and shaking, quite helpless.

I hurriedly picked her up, and the girl was also very generous, and looked up and said, "Xiao Ying is reckless...... "When she raised her face, I found that her forehead was painted with brocade flower petals, a little like the palace of Xuanluo Palace." Sure enough, the girl bowed to me and said, "My monarch sent me to remind the divine monarch that today is the sixth day of June, don't forget to go to the Xuanluo Palace to send a marriage message." ”

Since I was fished out of the Lechuan Sea by Master 50,000 years ago, I don't have a good memory. As soon as she reminded me of this, I remembered that on June 6, Meng Ze's bastard was going to marry the twenty-eighth aunt's wife, and the god monarch who was in charge of the marriage was going to send him a letter to prove his marriage. I raised my eyes and saw the little phoenix wood cautiously moving behind the girl, and I smiled and said, "The girl will have a cup of tea first, and then I will go and get the marriage fan." "The fan was already painted when he sent someone to send me a post more than a month ago, and I was very proud that day, and I painted twenty-eight pomegranates on the fan, and the meaning was also very obvious - more sons and more blessings, first of all, more wives.

When I went out with that Gong'e, Xiaofeng grabbed the corner of my clothes, and I raised my hand and touched its branches: "Xiaofeng obediently wait for me to come back, come back and cook a pot of poached eggs for you to eat." As soon as the little guy heard the word "eat", he loosened the branches that were holding the corners of my clothes, twisted the little tree happily, and took small steps all the way out of Danxue Mountain.

It was still early, so I sent the girl to go first, and I made a discount and went to the Siming Mansion to call the sixth senior brother. Except for Meng Ze's first marriage, he didn't accompany me for something, in the past, he attended Meng Ze's wedding with me, and then went back to Danxue Mountain together. At the beginning, he insisted on accompanying me for fear that I wouldn't be able to think about it, so he came back with me, and then he came back with me, and we discussed together how Meng Ze's aunt and wife looked, how her figure was, how she was compared to the previous one, and how to predict the next one by the way. After each discussion, he didn't forget to add: "No matter how beautiful you are, you are definitely not as good as Xiao Jiu, you are the best-looking goddess I have ever seen." ”

When I said this, the sixth senior brother always looked at me with the feeling that the pigs raised by him were extra fat and the radishes he grew were particularly crispy.

When I went to his house today, I didn't see the sixth senior brother. The little scholar in his family told me that the sixth senior brother went to help the master copy the Buddhist scriptures a few months ago, and this time Meng Ze couldn't participate in marrying him, and the wedding posts were robbed and sold by his subordinates, and they were sold for a good price. I was quite surprised that Meng Ze's bastard wedding banquet post could be sold for money, and what surprised me even more was that when I was leaving, the little scholar sent me out, and asked me with flickering words: "The little one has a sentence that I don't know if I should tell the god monarch." ”

I counted the time and nodded, "But it's okay to talk about it." ”

He gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, "Xuanjun has married so many girls, it must be romantic, and Shenjun is not worth grabbing this kind of playboy." ”

I thought the word "rob" he used was very strange, but I didn't have time to ask him which word "rob" he was talking about, so I nodded and took my leave. The little scholar behind him sighed, and he really hated that iron could not become steel.