Unexpectedly, Kong Fang really sat down, took off his shoes and socks, and stretched out his sore foot in front of Fang Shibo, "Come, help me blow it, maybe it won't hurt anymore." ”

A smell of bad eggs and stinky salted fish came to his nose, and Fang Shibo's internal organs suddenly turned over the river and the sea.

"Vomit ......"

He quickly covered his mouth and fled, hiding in a corner and vomiting wildly.

Although Fang Shiyi was far away, Kong Fang's fragrant feet were not in vain, so she hurriedly found an excuse to leave.

"It can't be that exaggerated, right?"

Kong Fang expressed disbelief, his nose was close to his toes, and he inhaled gently, well, the sourness made him wet:

Crazy young jade feet are full of flavors,

Half into the window, half into the soul.

This smell should be in heaven,

It's rare to hear about it in the world.

Fang Shibo endured stomach discomfort and hurriedly transcribed it for collection.

Early the next morning, they set off for the county seat.

The traction power of the car is still a horse, and it consumes a bundle of grass for 100 kilometers, but the body is no longer a flat plate, but a kind of sedan that was common in costume film and television dramas in the previous life.

Fang Shiyi sat in the car, Kong Fang and Fang Shibo sat in the front, one was responsible for driving, and the other was responsible for watching the scenery.

It's a pity that Daxing and the beauties hide in the sedan chair like Fang Shiyi when they go out, and the long legs and small waist are not what you want to see.

As for hot pants and small suspenders, wash and sleep, maybe in your dreams.

Fortunately, the autumn of the Daxing Dynasty is beautiful, withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, people, everywhere there are scenes, everywhere is like a painting, the air is still sweet......

"Brother-in-law, you can write another poem."

The thought was abruptly interrupted by Fang Shibo, Kong Fang stretched his waist and opened his arms to embrace the sunny sky.

"Want to use my poems to pick up girls again? Not afraid of goofs? Kong Fang was worried about him.

"Cut, you don't say it, I don't say it, who knows?"

Fang Shibo's face was not red and his heart was not beating, if he was placed in his previous life, he would definitely be a notorious plagiarism king.

"What if she asks you to make one on the spot?"

"Hey, do you think that composing poetry is to shhh In fact, composing poetry is a very laborious task, and I have to be in the dead of night, under the dancing candlelight, to capture the inspiration of poetry. ”

Fang Shibo was talking nonsense seriously.

High, really high!

Kong Fang simply didn't admire his cheap brother-in-law too much.

There is no one with this emotional intelligence.

In his previous life, at this age, he didn't have pickled girls, at most he played house games with girls, and he never had or didn't know how to think about it.

This kid is awesome, not only has he done it with real knives and guns, but he has also fooled people one by one.

Well, for the sake of you being so awesome, Lao Tzu "composed" another poem, he cleared his throat, looked up at the blue sky, and brewed emotions.

"Ah, it's a nice day!"

……

Fang Shibo waited for a long time, and when he didn't see him any more, he was a little annoyed, "That's it?" ”

"Is it poetry?"

"Hey...... Look for inspiration, find inspiration, after all, writing poetry is not peeing, right? Kong Fang grinned, Fang Shibo's face was slightly red, he knew that Kong Fang was making fun of himself.

But he didn't mean to kick the hole to get out of the car, but laughed as if flattering.

No way, who made Fan Juanjuan like poetry, but he doesn't have the talent to write poetry?

Yesterday's song "Compassion for Nong" made Juanjuan smile, and when he took out "Autumn Words" in time, she almost fell.

She pounced on him and generously gave him a heavy "Mo Mo Da", which made him almost have a brain outburst, and he was not willing to wash his face from yesterday to now.

Fang Shibo, who tasted the sweetness for the first time, was not stupid and turned his face with Kong Fang now.

"A poem, a tael of silver, a deal?" Fang Shibo couldn't wait for the poem for a long time, so he had to take the bait and ask for it.

Kong Fang was stunned for a moment, he just wanted to tease his cheap brother-in-law, but he didn't expect him to treat it directly as a business.

This kid's emotional intelligence, one word:

High!

He touched his pocket, which was cleaner than his face, and nodded decisively.

"Deal."

After that, he stopped pretending and came as soon as he opened his mouth.

Guan Ju

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano.

Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums.

Speaking of Fang Shiyi, sitting in the carriage with her eyes closed, she was not interested in Fang Shibo and Kong Fang's muttering, but when she heard that Kong Fang was going to "compose" poems, she quietly pricked up her ears.

Although her brother-in-law is a talent, she rarely sees him compose poems, and she also wants to see it.

Who knew that at first glance, what he "wrote" turned out to be a beautiful poem.

For a moment, her face was red, and there seemed to be seven or eight fawns rushing left and right in her heart. Luckily, she was the only one in the carriage, otherwise she would have had to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Appeal ......"

Fang Shibo suddenly stopped the carriage.

"Shibo, what are you doing?" Kong Fang was inexplicable.

"Wait, I have to record this poem, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember it." Fang Shibo said as he looked for pen and paper.

Kong Fang stroked his forehead: This bear child is not saved.

In my previous life, some people said that falling in love can lower people's IQ.

But shouldn't it be talking about girls?

Could it be that the Daxing Dynasty and the previous life are not parallel worlds, but upside-down worlds?

"This is a carriage, not a study, can you find a pen?" He kindly reminded. Fang Shibo slapped his head, infinitely annoyed.

Kong Fang patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't forget." ”

"Thank you......"

Fang Shibo only had time to say the word "thanks" affectionately, and he saw Kong Fang's outstretched finger shaking at him.

He instinctively pressed it down.

As soon as he let go, Kong Fang's fingers that he pressed flicked up again, and he piggybacked on another one.

Fang Shibo's eyes widened, why are you robbing money?

He immediately pressed all two fingers of Kong Fang. As soon as he let go, Kong Fang's three fingers flicked up in unison.

Staring at Kong Fangyi with a shameless smile, Fang Shibo could only compromise.

Who can't make himself unable to compose poetry, but he likes his girlfriend who likes "poetry"?

For the sake of love, he gave up.

Mr. lives in an alley near the city gate, the courtyard is antique, and there is a plaque hanging on the door eyebrow, on which the word "Luofu" is written.

The door plaque has a strong sense of age, and the word "Luofu" seems to have traces of weathering, but it does not hide its iron painting and silver hook posture.

"Mr. Luo, we're here to visit you."

Fang Shibo jumped out of the carriage, threw the reins to Kong Yi, spread his short legs and ran wildly, shouting at the top of his voice.

Kong Fang was helpless with the reins in his hand.

Although he was a rural baby in his previous life, he really never served livestock. Because mechanization has long been widespread in the countryside, ploughing cattle only appear in nostalgic documentaries.

He saw Fang Shiyi get out of the car with a wry smile.

Fang Shiyi smiled slightly, took the reins empathetically, pulled the horse close to the horse post, and tied the reins. Seeing that she was unloading the carriage, he hurried to help.

Unloading the carriage, the horse snorted and seemed to be relaxed.