Jiang Liu'er waited for a long time, her stomach was so hungry that she was croaking, and Ping Xiaogu hadn't shown up yet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he is a little restrained, this is ancient, he can not be as big as modern and arrogant, lose the number of etiquette, contrary to the virtues of the ancients.

As the saying goes, respecting teachers and teaching, and knowing books and etiquette are essential qualities in ancient times. However, Jiang Liu'er really felt hungry in his stomach, so he drank a glass of wine and drank it, and just as he brought the wine glass to his mouth, Ping Xiaogu suddenly appeared.

Childe, why don't you wait for the slave family, just drink alone, isn't it lonely?

The girl did not show up for a long time, and felt unbearably hungry in her belly, and she really couldn't bear to spoil this beautiful delicacy, so she had a drink first, which was rude. Jiang Liu'er stood up gracefully, bowed and hugged her fists.

Oh, Childe, you have too many courtesies, and the slave family can't stand it. Quick, take a seat. Ping Xiaogu stood up, supported his right arm with his left hand, and motioned for Jiang Liu'er to sit down.

So, I took a seat under it. Jiang Liu'er saluted again and sat down.

Seeing that the son is gentle and such a humble gentleman, there must be many women who love you, right?

The girl teased, no, no. Jiang Liu'er said modestly.

After that, the two began to eat and touched each other's glasses. Suddenly, between the two clinking glasses, Jiang Liuer's fingers accidentally touched Ping Xiaogu's fingers. Suddenly, Ping Xiaogu blushed.

After being reserved for a long time, a sentence came out: Just now, the son said that there was a marriage contract, what did he mean?

Oh, this girl, I don't know, I had made a private agreement with a woman a few days ago. Jiang Liu'er drank a glass of wine and glanced at Ping Xiaogu very calmly.

Is there a match for the words of the parents, whether the eight characters of the birthday are exchanged, and is there a skimming? Ping Xiaogu drank another glass of wine, poured another glass and asked.

Don't hide it from the girl, it is a private agreement with the woman for life, and there has never been a word of matchmaking from her parents, let alone an exchange of birthdays, and there is no skimming. Jiang Liuer said. Jiang Liu'er drank another glass, and Ping Xiaogu picked up the wine jug and asked him to pour a glass.

Girl, you can't drink too much, no! Jiang Liu'er stopped the wine jug with his hand, and suddenly he carefully touched Ping Xiaogu's hand again.

This is over, and Ping Xiaogu's little face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple. He lowered his head and peeked at Jiang Liu'er, who was at a loss, and said: Childe, you have repeatedly touched the hand of the slave family, don't you have any special thoughts about the slave family? After speaking, she became even more shy, and shook her body slightly. It's like being coquettish, and like the shy morning dew, so clear and pure.

Jiang Liu'er was dumbfounded, at a loss, and didn't know what to do. Quickly stood up like a child who made a mistake and was a little confused, and saluted Ping Xiaoguo: Girl, don't be weird. Under the unintentional.

Childe, sit down, you are such a humble gentleman, I am embarrassed to be a little girl, don't blame, don't blame! Ping Xiaogu stretched out his hand and motioned for him to sit down.

Okay, the girl is not to blame, that is. Jiang Liu'er sat down in shock, he was wondering if this woman wanted to be captured, he couldn't stand it. If it weren't for the ancient times, I @#々&*......

Childe, back to what we just talked about. You and that beautiful woman have neither the words of the matchmaker nor the reality of husband and wife, so in this way, the little woman still has a chance! Ping Xiaogu said confidently, she drank another glass of wine and poured another glass of wine.

Yes, neither. However, I am a man I love, how can a husband come to the next day. Jiang Liu'er drank the glass of wine that Ping Xiaoguo had poured for him just now.

Childe, in that case, can we exchange the eight characters of the birthday, to see if they match. How about satisfying the little woman's wishful thinking? Ping Xiaogu drank another glass and poured another glass.

Jiang Liu'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that something was wrong, and said: Okay, so I will inform the girl of the eight characters of the birthday?

Come, Childe come here, and engrave your birthday on the wooden plaque. Wait for the little girl to do some divination. Ping Xiaogu stood up and staggered to the cubicle in the side hall like a horn on the stage. Jiang Liu'er laughed for a while, took a sip of wine, flicked her sleeves, and slowly stood up like a big showman with her heart, and ran away like Jiao Dan on the stage.

Jiang Liu'er approached the inside and quickly regained her peaceful expression and movements, put her left hand behind her, stretched out her right hand and took a step forward and asked: Girl, how to engrave it on the wooden plaque?

I saw that Ping Xiaogu was holding a knife in his right hand and a wooden sign in his left hand in front of a desk, thinking about something. Jiang Liu'er stepped forward, in the same state as just now, with her left hand behind her and her right hand stretched forward, looking quite like the momentum of the prince waiting for him, and asked: Girl, what are you thinking about, call me, isn't it carved to hand over the birthday to the girl for divination?

Oh, no, so, Childe, please?

So, may I ask the girl, how to burn it? Jiang Liu'er asked with her hands clasped into fists.

You hold me, I'll teach you. Ping Xiaogu blushed and said shyly.

Ah, this must not be, is it not to lose the nobility of the girl, as the so-called "men and women do not kiss", no. Jiang Liu'er stepped back and clasped her fists and saluted.

Childe, if there is fate, what does this hug have to do with it?

Jiang Liu'er thought about it, if those female men in modern times didn't just come to the ruthless sentence: If you want to hug you, you can hug you, where is there so much nonsense, come over to me.

Jiang Liu'er suddenly smiled.

Childe, what are you laughing at? Quick, when the food is cold in a while, it won't taste good. Hurry! Ping Xiaogu looked at Jiang Liu'er and suddenly said with wide eyes with a smile.

Okay, I'll hug it. Jiang Liuer thought to herself: Hug it, what's the big deal. After that, Jiang Liu'er hugged Ping Xiaogu from behind, and suddenly Ping Xiaoguo's heart was rippling, her face was red, and her heart was drunk.

Suddenly, a burst of woman's fragrance poured into Jiang Liuer's heart, he was a little fascinated by the woman in front of him, the fragrance, the graceful body made him think about it, and his heart felt a little turbulent.

Childe, when is your birthday, let's engrave it together. Ping Xiaogu blinked her beautiful eyes and turned her head and asked Jiang Liu'er with a smile.

Jiang Liu'er was completely conquered by the beauty of the one who looked back and smiled, and suddenly let go of the shackles completely, and was no longer so restrained, and said very angrily: In the next, the birthday is born on the 17th day of July in the year of Gengchen, come and carve it together.

Suddenly, Ping Xiaoguo felt the warm heart in Jiang Liu'er's chest, which was so hot and enthusiastic, as if he had let go, and Ping Xiaoguo's heart suddenly felt happy.

The two of them twisted and hugged each other, slowly carving the traditional Chinese characters of "July 17".

Suddenly, Jiang Liu'er recited a poem in Ping Xiaoguo's ear: You and I are nong, there are many feelings, many feelings, and they are as hot as fire. Put a piece of clay, twist a you, shape a me. Break the two of us together and mix them with water. Twist another you, and shape another me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud. I was born with you and died with the same coffin.

Ping Xiaogu suddenly asked: The poems written by Childe are very ...... Ping Xiaogu blushed.

Jiang Liuer retorted: This poem is not written by me, but it is similar to the current scene, and I can't help but chant below.

Oh, I see. May I ask Childe, what is the meaning of the poem chanted, although the little woman knows a little about fur, but she can't fully understand it thoroughly. Ping Xiaoguo, asked!

Jiang Liuer confidently explained: You have me in your heart, I have you in my heart, so amorous, deep love, as hot as a flame, take a piece of mud, pinch a you, pinch a me, break the two of us together, mix with water, pinch a you, pinch a me, I have you in my clay figure, I have me in your clay figure, as long as I live, I will sleep with you in a bed, and I will enter the same coffin when I die.

Oh, that's what it means. Childe, yes, do you speak freely to me? So, the slave family feels that there is no need for divination, the slave family sees that the son is humble and gentleman and handsome, and the slave family is willing to join hands with the son to white-headed, can you? The whole person turned around and faced Jiang Liu'er face to face.

Suddenly, Jiang Liu'er felt the wonderful ketone body of women, and her body couldn't help but tremble. Jiang Liuer immediately thought: In modern times, advocating free love, why am I still so reserved, it's better to just give up and lose my body.

Naping Xiaogu shook his hand in front of Jiang Liu'er's eyes and said: If the son can really be as said in Fang Cai's poem, he will swear to death. The little woman is willing to marry you for a hundred years, and the bones of eternal life and death will not be separated.

Ping Xiaoguo's stupid Zhang Da beautiful eyes waited for Jiang Liu'er's reply, but Jiang Liu'er didn't answer for a long time. He was still thinking about Sheng Xueting, he must not miss his virginity, he knew that he was so in love with Sheng Xueting in his heart, and the fruit of his previous life was destined to bloom in this life.

Jiang Liu'er slowly let go of Ping Xiaoguo, clasped her hands into fists and bowed deeply, and said, "Girl, I'm sorry." In the next, it was rude. After that, Jiang Liuer walked out. Suddenly, Ping Xiaogu opened her mouth wide in surprise, and the cucumber girl who gave her for nothing didn't want it and left.

Ping Xiaogu stomped his feet and was coquettishly angry.

She stood in place and cried, the little face with pear blossoms and rain was crying.

Jiang Liu'er sat at the wine table and ate the food and drank the wine violently. He was scolding himself: Jiang Liu'er, you are really useless. Fang Baihua, Fang Baihua is separated from it, and Sheng Xueting, Sheng Xueting is separated from it. Now there is another beauty, throw yourself into your arms, you don't dare, hold that useless oath. There's a fart, anyway, he actually covered his face and cried and laughed, like crazy.

In this way, Jiang Liuer drank all the three pots of wine on the table in a few breaths, and the dishes were left over by him, and the appearance was no longer good.

And Ping Xiaogu was still crying there, but the tears were dry, and the tears hung down in a line on her pink cheeks, and she was sitting on the bed in the side hall, like a bride who had been runaway, disappointed.

At this time, Jiang Liu'er had already become a talent who seemed to be famous in Sun Mountain, and his messy and scattered long black hair fluttered with his sneering movements. Suddenly, he slowly touched the side hall and saw Ping Xiaogu sitting at the head of the bed.

Jiang Liu'er walked towards him with a smile and eight steps, and said indistinctly: Girl, I can't stand you, in ancient times, men and women had a short lifespan, and men and women could become biological children at twelve, you have affection for me, but I dare not be intentional, I have lived up to your good intentions so much, I shouldn't be. With that, Jiang Liu'er knelt down and jerked her big mouth.

Ping Xiaogu hurriedly got up and ran over, grabbed Jiang Liu'er's hand and said: Childe, no wonder you. It's my wishful thinking, it's the little woman's fault. After that, Ping Xiaogu put Jiang Liu'er's hand on his face, the pear blossom with the makeup after the rain was very distressing, and the smart beautiful eyes after the injury were so ...... Beautiful and redundant, hey...... It's a pity that she only wants to use Jiang Liuer's palm on her face to feel the warmth to soothe her injured and fragile heart.

Suddenly, Jiang Liu'er gently broke away from Ping Xiaoguo's hand and touched Ping Xiaoguo's face with her hand, with love in her eyes. The handsome Jiang Liu'er in the messy long hair began to feel uncomfortable, and he grabbed Ping Xiaoguo's hands and helped her up, and held her in his arms.

In this way, the two hugged in front of the bed for a long time, and slowly, the two of them were hot and hot together, and their emotions and thoughts were surging.

In the end, Jiang Liu'er kissed Ping Xiao'er's forehead and kissed her face affectionately and said: Girl, oh! No, Xiao'er, if there is fate, I Jiang Liu'er swear to the sky that I will marry you, if not, I Jiang Liu'er swear to protect you for the rest of my life until death. As you said, hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son! friendship for a hundred years, eternal life and death will not be separated.

After that, Jiang Liu'er let go of Ping Xiaoguo's body, turned his head, staggered and walked out, opened the door of the "Tianzi No. 2 Room", went out and walked to the "Tianzi No. 1" to open the door, and entered.

He, at first glance, is not right. The merman was still bathing in the sea, and the blue tail of the fish was swinging in the water, and the merman suddenly shouted: Xianzun, what's wrong with you?

Jiang Liu'er shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, little prince, I made a mistake." After that, Jiang Liu'er walked back to her room with a smile. He grabbed a handful of Go, threw it on the bed, and lay down on it.

He said to himself: Xue, I was wrong today. Immediately his back ached, but because he was so drunk, he couldn't care about the pain, and he forgot about any pain for the time being.

In this way, Jiang Liu'er fell asleep deeply, and the "Tianzi No. 2 Room" here left Ping Xiaogu sitting alone at the head of the bed, alone in the empty boudoir, and sad alone!