He was enthusiastically instructing the servants to bled the chickens and remove their internal organs, and Guan Yu appeared sneakily in the backyard.

Kong Fang was depressed.

Didn't you kid use the backyard as a bandit's den to conduct reconnaissance behind enemy lines? He raised his foot and kicked it, Guan Yu hurriedly flashed to the side, and whispered: "My lord, the young master has returned to Fangjiazhuang." ”

He kept it secret, as if he was afraid that others would hear it.

Kong Fang stroked the forehead.

If he returns, let him go back, what the are you doing with that idleness?

Guan Yu was in an unhappy mood.

Didn't you tell me to follow him? After his mouth, Kong Fang remembered that there was really such a thing.

Yes, Lao Tzu asked you to follow him, why did you come back?

Guan Yu glanced at Kong Fang resentfully, he went home, should I follow him back?

Kong Fang thought about it, so he nodded his head in understanding and asked him to hurry back to the barracks.

Guan Yu glanced at the kiln that was on fire, he didn't want to pay attention to those bullshit things, but he still couldn't hold back.

Fang Shibo was his good friend, and he thought to himself that the adult already had a lady who was as beautiful as a flower and capable of literature and martial arts, could he be humble and give Yun Fei'er to Fang Shao.

After all, Fang Shao is his brother-in-law, and the fertilizer water didn't flow into the outsiders' fields anyway.

"My lord, Young Master Fang is in a very bad mood......

Kong Fang glared, of course Lao Tzu knew that he was in a bad mood, otherwise why would Lao Tzu let you follow him? Isn't he afraid that he won't be able to think about seeking death for a while?

He said...... "Guan Yu is not enough."

Kong Fang was impatient, rubbing his hands sticky with dirt, "If you have something to say, let it go!" ”

"He said that he would never enter Qinghe City again in this life!"

Cut!

Believe you, a ghost!

Lao Tzu gave him a month, and if he dared not enter Qinghe City within a month, he would win. After confirming that Fang Shibo would not seek death and life, he was relieved and concentrated on kilning chickens and mending his body.

The body is the capital of the revolution, after all, the small waist that his small waist is about to challenge, whether it is toughness or vitality, it is a top existence.

Winter is short and long.

Kong Fang felt that his hair was about to turn white, and the night staggered.

The winter moon is clear, and the stars are lonely.

He was light on his feet and in a good mood. He was holding the quilt on the way to Fang Shiqing's boudoir.

It turned out that Fang Shiqing lived in the west wing, and he lived in the east wing.

The two looked at each other, and how many tanks of autumn water had been seen through, before they met at the Magpie Bridge tonight. Fortunately, good things are not afraid of late, and the coming days are longer.

Wife, I'm coming......

Press the magpie leap and gently open the hidden door with the quilt in his arms. Fang Shiqing sat in front of the dresser and removed his makeup, and his cold face in the bronze mirror was more enchanting.

She saw Kong Fang coming in from the bronze mirror and got up to greet her.

"You're here."

With unprecedented tenderness, the shyness of a girl, Kong Fang heard each other's heartbeats.

"Come on...... Here it is......" He stuttered again.

He really wants to smack his mouth, how many times have he rehearsed, why is he still stuttering when he sees his wife? He pulled out his hand from under the quilt and gave a box of peach blossom cakes to Fang Shiqing.

She doesn't like flowers, the peach blossom crisp sent during the day was bought by Fang Shiyi, and in order to show sincerity, he personally went to Baihualou before dark.

Baihualou peach blossom crisp was only the last box left, the shopkeeper was thinking about giving it to the guy for supper, anyway, the rules set by the owner, in order to ensure that the peach blossom crisp is fresh, it must not be left overnight, and the one that cannot be sold out on the same day will be disposed of.

He slowed down a few breaths, and the magistrate came and asked him if he had any peach blossom crisps.

Yes!

He held back his excitement.

A must have! The magistrate buys peach blossom crisp, which is peach blossom crisp...... Oh, it's the honor of Baihualou.

He respectfully gave the peach blossom cake to Kong Fang, and then no matter how Kong Fang excused himself, he insisted on a 20% discount.

Kong Fang put down the silver and hurried away with the peach blossom crisp.

The shopkeeper took the pen and wrote it down in the account book: peach blossom crisp, sold out!

Fang Shiqing was speechless when he saw the peach blossom cake, sure enough, if he read too many books, people would become stupid. But she still reached out to take the peach blossom cake and put it on the dresser.

"Where you sleep tonight."

She pointed to the corner of the boudoir, where two longboards were placed side by side.

Kong Fang was not good in an instant.

He felt the joy of the day suddenly being emptied, falling from his head and disappearing from the soles of his feet, as if a pump had been installed under his feet.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Fang Shiqing urged.

"It's been a busy day today, aren't you tired?"

Kong Fang nodded, "Tired." ”

He buried his face in the quilt, and his heart said that his heart was more tired. Because of the quilt, Fang Shiqing couldn't read his disappointment and pathos.

"If you're tired, go to bed early."

She dropped her words and slipped into her light gauze tent. The lights are dim, the gauze is light, and the pretty shadows in the gauze tent are looming, concave and convex.

Kong Fang suddenly felt thirsty, and a crystal worm rushed left and right in his brain.

"Do you snore when you sleep?" Fang Shiqing suddenly poked his head out of the gauze tent, and Kong Fang was so frightened that he hurriedly buried his face in the quilt again.

"No snoring."

"I sleep quietly."

Fang Shiqing nodded, that's good. Remember to turn off the lights before going to bed. She closed the gauze tent again, and through the gauze tent, Kong Fang saw that she had burrowed under the brocade quilt, and all the scenery was covered by the quilt.

The lights flickered.

The night breeze is cold.

The boudoir is quiet.

The romance and hotness that I once longed for finally became a shattered dream. Kong Fang kept comforting himself, the road is long, and one day Lao Tzu will conquer you!

He was afraid of scratching Fang Shiqing, so he walked lightly to the corner of the wall, laid out the quilt, and blew out the lights.

Ann!

Men who don't have wives all over the world!

When he woke up, Fang Shiqing was no longer in the room. Kong Fang sat on the bench bed for a long time before recovering his soul, smelling the fragrance of virginity that loomed in the air.

The door was gently pushed open, and Kong Fang thought it was Fang Shiqing and hurriedly got out of bed. Who expected it to come in was the maid Xiaohong. Xiaohong is Xiaocui's sister, and since Xiaocui became a female swineherd, she took over Xiaocui's class.

Xiaohong is also a slave.

The difference is that she is married. is different from Xiaocui's innocence, she understands the world better. She heard some of the stories of the lord and the lady.

Last night she saw the old man carrying the quilt into the lady's room, and she guessed that there would be a story in the evening.

Although she felt shy, she still blessed the master from the bottom of her heart.

She deliberately boiled two eggs in the morning. But she didn't see the old man get up for a long time, but it was the lady, and the spring breeze on her face in the winter rode to the barracks early.

Three shots on the day.

The second lady also returned to Fangjiazhuang.

The backyard is quiet. Xiaohong thought that the old man was weak, and the lady practiced martial arts, and the old man couldn't get out of bed until now, for fear that he would suffer a loss last night.

Half caring, half curious.

So she took two eggs and came to visit the master.

However, when she entered the room, she saw the old man getting out of the bed by the wall. In fact, the bed was not a bed, it was just a large bench with a quilt.

Her face was suddenly full of surprise, and her mouth opened wide: "Master......"