The old man was satisfied after playing, and gave a very sweet date, "I won't live long, let's sit in this position." ”

Gong Zeng felt that his words sounded familiar, and he didn't know where he had heard them.

He nodded as a matter of course, "Wipe it clean and sit for me." ”

"Bastard thing!" The old man smashed almost the whole house, and after smashing it, he looked at him and said, "Get out of the way!" ”

Gong Zeng successfully angered him before his Lao Tzu died, and he was quite proud, and went out with a bloody hair.

Then everyone didn't react, and the Gong family changed hands, and no one thought that it would be Gong Zeng's turn to sit in the position that was actually taken into his pocket like this. Gong Zeng didn't feel anything in his heart, it was almost the same whether he sat or not, but he had a bulging money bag when he sat down.

Gong Zeng was thirty years old that year, and he felt that he was still very young.

Gong had squandered the power and wealth that all parties in the mansion had wanted even if they had broken their heads, and he felt more and more bored, even more boring than the absurd and silent days of years ago. He began to raise birds and women again, and raised a lot, but he still found it boring, and he touched his neatly trimmed and round nail cover, which had a small pit pecked out by the birds. He wondered if he was old, and he would always age quickly in the palace family. When people get old, they don't even like birds.

When his heart was about to fall with dust, he met a woman, and suddenly felt that his eyes were bright. He has so many women, and he has so many sons, but this woman is different.

He didn't like the name Cheng Jue, and felt that he was not worthy of her alluring country and city. He quickly thought of a poem by Nalan Xingde, hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, and it becomes a ring overnight, and it becomes a ring every night. He felt that the meaning was not good, and it was very unlucky.

Cheng Jue's family was still a Shili family many years ago, but in recent years, it has gradually declined, becoming one of the vassals of the Gong family in the south, barely maintaining its reputation as a scholarly family with a high impression.

Cheng Jue's name is not good, but he is really a great beauty that is difficult to come out of a hundred years. Gong Zeng glanced at it, and it was remembered for a lifetime. He likes beautiful women, and he really hasn't met such a beautiful woman.

It's a pity that the beauty doesn't look down on him.

He touched his chin and thought, this kind of poetry and scholarly family is down-and-out, and there is always some noble style. He put in a lot of effort, but the beauty still dismisses it.

So Gong Zeng used tricks to start from her mother's house and force her to become his wife.

Cheng Jue is so beautiful, a woman as beautiful as the moonlight, a smile almost hooks his soul. Gong Zeng didn't like the way the birds chirped at her, so she pulled the bird cage and threw it out.

Cheng Jue didn't look at him, and was extremely disgusted by his proximity.

Gong Zeng still remembers the bright smile on her face when she saw her for the first time, although it was not aimed at her, but Gong Zeng felt that he was a person, and he would not be able to stand such a cold hatred as a beauty.

So he changed his way, coaxed her with kind words, and gave her delicate foreign objects, precious jewelry, and brocade silk, but she didn't even stop for a moment. She threw everything out and shut it out.

The beauty has some petty temperaments that need to be smoothed out urgently, and Gong Zeng knows that her performance is not a petty coquettishness, let alone a desire to indulge. Cheng Jue really hated him, hated him, and occasionally looked at him as if he was looking at something dirty that made her sick.