Chapter Twenty-Six: Poetry with Prizes

Qi Hongmaru whispered: "Killed thirty-three, nine people left, about two hundred and seventy people gathered outside the door, and a lot of them also left, there should be more than two hundred." Husband, it's time to eat. ”

Wu Yuefeng checked the steel needles on his body, and it was enough to kill a few more two hundred, feeling that the internal force was only consuming thirty percent, and he admired his wife Lu Huang's killing method very much, and felt a great responsibility, and said: "Arrange it, and the people outside will all be slaughtered after dinner!"

Chi Hongmaru looked worried, and asked in a low voice, "Husband, are you okay?"

Wu Yuefeng raised his eyebrows, felt that his dignity was being despised, and said directly: "Go and do it!"

Qi Hongmaru left in a hurry, Wu Yuefeng didn't seem to have killed anyone, and got up calmly to have dinner.

Just after the third watch, Wu Yuefeng dragged his tired body back to the house, Wang Jingran crawled out from under the bed, showed his head and asked in a low voice, "It takes so long to kill fifty people?"

Wu Yuefeng was extremely tired, but he still went over to help his wife up, and whispered: "I get off work at five o'clock, get home at about ten o'clock, get thirty-three people in forty minutes, eat for half an hour, and rest for twenty minutes every hour after that, is it easy for me?"

It's really not easy, and the slaughterhouse workers don't need this intensity!

Wang Jingran immediately changed her husband's clothes and beat her back, and asked, "I don't know if you think you said commuting! Husband, how many people have you killed?"

Wu Yuefeng stretched out two fingers, and Wang Jingran said in surprise: "Two hundred?"

Wu Yuefeng smiled, lay down and said, "It's not two hundred, it's twenty dozen, a total of two hundred and four, there is no one outside the Wu Mansion!

Wang Jingran immediately pinched it gently, but felt that Wu Yuefeng seemed to be pretending, so he said: "Do you have a dozen to describe people? Just shake the needle!"

Wu Yuefeng smiled and said, "Yida, it's your Yida." I then picked up the pace, two people at a time, or I didn't fight until dawn. ”

Wang Jingran was distressed, and kneaded it extremely hard, even if her husband was pretending, she said with a smile: "Yida should be left to your husband to eat." However, it is too dangerous to have one enemy and two enemies, and they may not know how to poison their weapons and play some shady tricks. ”

Wu Yuefeng said: "Not in the future. Ran'er, you said that you have something to find me. So hurry up. ”

Wang Jingran knelt directly on top of him. While pressing, he said, "It's okay, I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

Wang Jingran's beautiful legs were lifted, and she moved again, and Wu Yuefeng felt strange. Start getting excited.

Wang Jingran also felt it. Laugh and say, "You're tired." Let's be honest!"

Wu Yuefeng also felt tired and wanted to be distracted, but he didn't know that the beauty on his body moved left and right. I had to ask: "Ran'er, what is the matter?" Don't worry, the guards are estimated to be trembling when they stand on the wall, and they don't dare to come over to listen to the root of the wall. ”

Wang Jingran was digging a tunnel and was dressed very tightly, although she took off her coat when she went to bed, she wore a lot at this time, so she got off Wu Yuefeng's body, took off most of her clothes by dividing them by two, left her dirty clothes and pants, turned over and sat down to help her husband loosen her muscles and bones.

Wu Yuefeng was very comfortable, his curiosity was aroused, and he asked again: "Say Ran'er, my husband will respond to his requests." ”

Wang Jingran smiled and said, "It is said that you wrote a few poems for Sister Zhong Wan. ”

"You know everything about yesterday?"

Wang Jingran said: "Don't you know that women are the gossip? Zhongli wrote a poem to help the idea, saying that you were blind and killed a mouse and deceived the heart of the late child. The cats and dogs know, and the chickens, ducks and geese in the county know. ”

Wu Yuefeng smiled: "Ran'er, Zhongli didn't have a good heart to do this!"

Zhong Li's move is a clear and implicit exaggeration, but it is actually a signal that the Zhong and Wu families have formed an alliance, and the martial arts family will become the target of public criticism!

Wang Jingran was not disturbed, propped up her hands, sat up straight and said, "How many songs have you composed for your sister in the evening?"

Wu Yuefeng thought about it and felt that it was not a poem in the end, but a word, so he said: "Three poems." ”

"What's the reaction to the evening?"

"Crying. ”

"I also want three songs, and I can't cry yet. Wang Jingran said mischievously.

Wu Yuefeng immediately fell ill, saying that he had a brain disease, and the water was very deep, and he was afraid of dying of poetry, and his wife immediately became a widow.

"Well, my husband is tired too. I wanted to take off a piece of clothing for a poem, but since I don't want to, let's do it another day!" Wang Jingran raised her eyebrows slightly, looking forward to the left and right.

Wu Yuefeng saw that his wife was disappointed and wanted to go down, not really changing the "day", so he immediately took Wang Jingran's hand and said, "My literary skills are extremely poor. ”

"It's okay, I just like it, but don't fool me with Tang poems and Song lyrics, I read a lot of books. Don't mention the sad things in the past, depressed mood affects sleep. ”

Wang Jingran dragged Wu Yuefeng's hand, her nails were pink, and she was very tempting.

The little feet are also writhing, as if to show off the touching and seductive after the nail staining.

Wu Yuefeng smiled bitterly: "Ran'er, do you just have two clothes and a pair of socks?"

Wang Jingran looked left and right, and then showed a knowing smile on her face, touching, charming and enchanting, she said: "If there are black stockings, I really wear them, I heard that men have a soft spot for this." Husband, why don't you do this, I'll feed you for the third song, how about it?"

Wu Yuefeng saw Wang Jingran like this for the first time, and secretly sighed that every girl actually has a sullen heart, it depends on whether you are the one who makes her burn.

He was lustful, but he needed to bargain, so he said, "Just three, and you can't laugh at me." ”

"Okay!" Wang Jingran stretched out his little finger, and Wu Yuefeng immediately hooked it to relive his childhood dream.

Wang Jingran sat on his body and urged, dangling around, Wu Yuefeng had no choice but to say: "Ran'er, don't urge, don't move, I can't think of it now." ”

Wang Jingran didn't move, licked her tongue and said: "It's not that you chant poetry every day, I'm happy to do it for me, you can't recite the same poem for other ladies, I know I'll kill you." ”

Wu Yuefeng pondered for a long time, after all, it was easy not to mention the past, and it was easy to talk nonsense, but it had nothing to do with Jing Ran, so I am afraid that I couldn't get by!

In the end, Wu Yuefeng finished brewing, shook his head, and said slowly:

"The cook's skirt is pleated, and the scholar is next to the table.

If the words are soft, the eyes are like peach petals.

Sitting down and bowing his head, he hopes that you will marry.

I don't know when the flowers fall, and I visit the door three times a day. ”

"Bang Bang!"

Wang Jingran clapped a few times and said, "Husband is so good, why didn't you discover this talent before, commenting on the Water Margin is simply unreasonable." Why don't you explain the verses to your husband?"

"Explain?" Wu Yuefeng was surprised.

Wang Jingran leaned over, kissed and said, "That's what I said." It's nothing more than you seeing me in the void space, and then we met briefly in the world of martial arts, but I didn't visit the door three times a day, don't be stinky. ”

Wu Yuefeng smiled and said, "Take it off!"

She moved softly and slowly untied her blouse, although Wu Yuefeng had seen it many times, she was still excited.

Wang Jingran immediately stretched out his hand to stop it, saying, "Don't move!" ”

Wu Yuefeng pressed it and felt that the taste was very important. Otherwise, wouldn't it be better to go to the Qinglou. He pondered:

"The long whip arm snow lotus, the fast horse laughs and talks.

Three years of wind and wind, seven years of fog and rain.

A gentleman has a sword, and a beautiful woman has two lines of tears.

Forget the way and don't ask for directions. Yue Feng is in front of him. ”

Wu Yuefeng regretted it a little. Because he saw that Wang Jingran's expression was a little gloomy. The eye circles are moist and slowly improve after a while.

Wang Jingran said: "Husband, are you jealous?" You are the third party involved, and Han Lu and I are the original match!"

Wu Yuefeng immediately raised his hand in surrender and said, "I was wrong, Ran'er, spare me!"

Wang Jingran said with a smile: "Memories are the most beautiful, even if they are painful, they are much stronger than no memories." If my husband is perfunctory, I will be even more angry. Well, this one is more satisfying and gives you a reward. ”

She stood up and slowly gave out the reward, not forgetting to twist her soft and thin waist from time to time, and the electricity was full of electricity.

Wang Jingran, as an eldest woman, only blushed slightly.

She was surprised and said, "What's the situation, aren't you tired?"

Wu Yuefeng smiled and said: "To serve my wife, I will do my best, never perfunctory, even if I die, I am still honored!"

Wang Jingran said with a smile: "Play the next song at will, if I am not satisfied, I will not succeed." ”

Wu Yuefeng was not embarrassed, but he was a little inattentive, he had to close his eyes, open them after a long time, and chant a long poem at a very slow pace:

The beautiful eyes are slow and affectionate, and the fragrant tongue licks the lips lightly.

Sweet and transparent, the breath is still audible.

The roots of the ears are red to blood, and the thin neck is like a cloud.

Two cherry warps, a piece of grass.

The nose is wrinkled and sweaty, and the eyebrows are frowning and the heart is not painful.

The green silk falls down the waterfall, and the shoulders are occasionally itchy.

The pink fingers are clenched in fists, and the tender feet are closed and the soul is closed.

The couch sounded like a file, and the mattress was washed with water.

The dancer grabbed the wall and gasped.

The sound was hoarse, and the thud became more and more intense.

The sudden feeling is uncontrollable, and the words are chaotic and overlapping.

Fight the old tree to sit, and then spell the shallow well slope.

Wrap your arms and hunch your back, bend over to greet you.

Stretch out your legs to the sky and ask, when will the hairpin stop shaking?

Jiao shouted to death, and he couldn't moan all the time.

The husband explored the bottom of the cave and did not feel until the dawn. ”

After listening to this, Wang Jingran blushed and asked, "What did the husband just think?"

Wu Yuefeng said embarrassedly: "I once wrote it, it was absolutely original, I was young and ignorant at that time, and I occasionally went crazy." I just recalled it carefully, Ran'er, you are the only one who has ever heard of it, the only one!"

"That's okay, count yourself sincere!" Wang Jingran gasped a little differently.

The next day, although Wu Yuefeng felt tired, he still walked out of the martial mansion early, and there were many people outside the door, and he suddenly quieted down.

It is not terrible to be watched or even hostile by passers-by! The crowd pretends not to care, but in fact they pay great attention to it, and it is even more strange to quietly dodge!

Wu Yuefeng's eyes were straight, and he turned to the Ministry of Agriculture.

When he arrived at the farmhouse, the little girl who registered took the official position card with trembling hands, and he asked in surprise: "What?"

The little girl was very fast, handed back the sign and said weakly: "Ah, Wu Gongzi, you are called a martial butcher, are you like a murderer?"

Wu Yuefeng took the sign and said with a smile: "Of course not, I'm not crazy." ”

He walked and walked, enjoying the silence of the retreat of snakes and rats within three zhang, walking and stopping, feeling the warmth of the morning sun and the soft morning breeze.

In the open space of the farmyard, Wu Meiniang was dancing with a sword.

A silhouette is on the ground, flipping and moving quickly, and the shallow dust is flying, which is clearly visible in the light, but there is no blasphemy, adding a lot of sacredness.

Wu Yuefeng stood like a pine, and after watching it for a long time, Wu Meiniang stopped, walked over and said without hurrying or panting: "After the next practice, wait for me, you can go." ”

The two chatted while walking, relaxed and freehand.

"Everyone calls me a martial butcher, what do you think of Mei Niang?"

"Nothing. "Wu Meiniang's heart is like stopping water, and her voice is like a clear spring.

"Don't you hate the murderous?" (To be continued......)