One hundred and fifteenth The chance encounter of the second master of Song
Second Master Song was about to reach out and push the door into the house, when he heard the roar of the Tian's Hedong lion in the house, the hand holding on the door frame trembled and immediately retracted. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
Tian's stupid woman still doesn't let people have a good New Year.
Second Master Song sighed heavily, frowned, and turned around and walked out without hesitation for a moment.
When passing by the courtyard of the kitchen, listening to the cries of the cattle and sheep fighting inside, the second master of Song trembled wildly, and Tie Qing's face became even more ugly.
Who can tell him why last night when he was having a good time with Yu Niangzi, a cow rushed in to find a ram to fight.
Moreover, if you fight, you should fight, why harm them who have already taken refuge in haystacks!
Second Master Song was lifted up by the damn cow, and then thrown out in the air.
My back is still bruised!
I'm just stealing a relationship, am I easy!
Could it really be that it is really going to be the year of the natal life, and the five elements are unfavorable?
Otherwise, why would Da Lang and Da Lang's daughter-in-law live a prosperous life every day, but the second room is unlucky!
It seems that I have to go to the Great Xiangguo Temple to pray for a talisman to drink.
Otherwise, if you don't kill Da Lang, your own life will be gone.
Thinking that Da Lang had been favored by the saints in recent days, and his career was getting smoother and smoother, the second master of Song's heart was like a dirty and smelly rag that had been fished up from the toilet.
Second Master Song left the Zhenguo Mansion and walked worriedly all the way to Gulou Street.
There are still two days to go until the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the Gulou Street is already full of old flavor, and the children running in the bustling crowd are chasing after me, with a smile on their faces that do not know the taste of sorrow.
The crisp and clean laughter seemed as if the world was really forever full of flowers.
Young children, who are always unable to see the tragic and suffocating helplessness in the adult world, carry the small boat that already emits a foul smell, drifting in the wide sea of life, dying and struggling.
Listening to their laughter, Second Master Song's brows furrowed even tighter.
"Oops, it hurts."
The second master of Song, who was distracted, suddenly heard a coquettish gasp that made people's bones soft, and suddenly his heart jumped back to his senses, and he turned his face to look in the direction from which the voice came, and his eyes were shining with fiery light.
Just when Second Master Song's eyes fell on a woman who had fallen, his fiery eyes were immediately attracted by the woman's beauty.
If Yu Niangzi is a stunner, then the beautiful woman in front of her is ten Yu Niangzi and less than half of her.
Wearing a snow-blue narrow waist on the upper body, a water-green high-waisted pleated skirt on the lower body, and a pair of dark green embroidered shoes embroidered with lotus leaves on the soles of the feet, it looks particularly pitiful and cute in the boiling city.
Especially her slender waist and the magnificence of her chest, so that the well-informed Second Master Song couldn't help but swallow his throat.
After thinking about it for a while, Second Master Song hurriedly stepped forward and personally bent down and reached out to help her, "It's okay." The voice was so gentle that even he suspected that it was his voice.
The lady who fell frowned, and with a painful expression on her face, conveyed to Second Master Song what she felt at this time: it hurts.
Catching up with the concerned gaze of the second master of Song, the lady's cheeks, which were originally pale from the pain, immediately flashed with two red clouds, a pair of beautiful eyes that were radiant drooped slightly, and the white teeth bit the delicate lower lip, but shook her head stubbornly, "It's okay." ”
The back is straight, with the arrogance of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but it tickles people's hearts.
The haze in the heart of the second master Song suddenly disappeared without a trace, looked at the lady eagerly, and stretched out his hand to help her, "Hurry up, it's cold in winter, and the ground is cold." ”
When Second Master Song's warm big hand touched her shoulder, the lady's shoulder shook suddenly, moved back, and whispered: "The slave family is fine, the slave family can get up by themselves." ”
The voice is coquettish, revealing a distressing strength.
After struggling twice, the lady didn't stand up because of the pain in her foot.
Second Master Song didn't mind her refusal at all, and hurriedly bent down again and said, "I'll help you up." ”
The little lady who fell to the ground frowned and hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a flushed cheek, "Then you will have to work." ”
As she spoke, she took out a white silk handkerchief from between her sleeves, and put it lightly on the hand stretched out by Second Master Song, and then lowered her head shyly and prettyly, and let Second Master Song help her up, the whole movement was elegant like a fairy in the sky.
"Thank you." Standing up, the little lady raised her hand and brushed the scattered hair on her sideburns, gave the second master Song a blessing salute, turned around and left in a hurry, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
It's too fast to touch.
Second Master Song never thought that the beauty would disappear like this, and he looked at the busy Gulou Street in front of him in a daze, and his heart seemed to have been stolen.
"Master, the little lady's veil was not taken away." Second Master Song's little servant looked at Second Master Song's expression and reminded in a low voice.
Retracting his reluctant gaze, Second Master Song tightly held the silk handkerchief in the palm of his hand.
The stolen heart seems to have come back half of it, but it is tickled by something.
The second prince sitting in the elegant room of Han Mo Xuan in the Eight Treasures Pavilion looked at the second master Song who was lost on the street, and nodded with satisfaction.
The Zhenguo Mansion is a whole, among the four rooms, as long as one room is on his boat, it means that the entire Zhenguo Mansion has stood in line in the war to seize the heir.
Since Song Hui is a piece of jade with no cracks, it is better to choose Second Master Song.
"Your Highness, do you want to tell Jiaojiao anything?" The second prince's entourage stood respectfully behind him and asked in a low voice.
The second prince took a sip of the top-grade Tieguanyin of the Eight Treasures Pavilion, glanced at the second master of Song contemptuously, and said disdainfully: "No, deal with him, she knows how to do it." ”
Now everyone knows that the county lord of Zhaoyang of King An's Mansion and the wife of the prince of Zhenguo Mansion are handkerchiefs, and when the time comes, the Zhenguo Mansion will get on his boat, and it will be a matter of course to win over Prince An.
The corners of the second prince's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile full of ambition.
Fourth, in this battle for succession, I will let you lose completely!
In front of the Shilang Mansion, Jiang Qin looked at the carriage with the logo of the Zhenguo Mansion stopped in front of him, and instantly felt like someone had choked his neck, and he was a little out of breath.
The old lady of the Zhenguo Mansion actually sent her personal grandmother to pick them up!
Could it be that Chunqing is living so well in the Zhenguo Mansion?
As long as he thought that Chunqing was having a prosperous life in the Zhenguo Mansion, but he could only send people under the fence, Jiang Qin hated it so much that his internal organs hurt.
Biting her lip tightly, she lifted her feet and got into the carriage, but the luxurious and spacious carriage of the Zhenguo Mansion stabbed her eyes.
He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and his eyes were gloomy.
Chunqing, why can you enjoy all this, but I can only watch.
Is it because of the baby in your belly?
Would you have been able to do this without this child? (To be continued.) )