"Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" is already as crystal clear as jade, thin as cicada wings, and the refraction of light under the sun is even more beautiful, but at this moment it is abandoned like a shoe, and the outside of this study is scattered, and the laughter in the study outside the distance is sounding from time to time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

All day long, I made mistakes and broken dreams, and suddenly heard that the spring was strong to climb the mountain, because of the bamboo forest to meet the monks, and stole half a day of leisure.

Chun Thirty Niang really didn't expect that this Mei Jiangxue's lover Bao Wenzheng was so interesting, but this Tang Dynasty poet Li She's "Title Helin Temple Wall" is full of comfort and joy in my heart.

Whether it's a person or a demon, the reason why you practice is nothing more than to live with heaven and earth, get rid of the suffering of the six reincarnations, and figure that is free and happy, the picture is a wanton life, such as today's Tao is lacking, the road to becoming an immortal has been broken, and the high weight of today's spring thirty Niang is nothing more than a free will.

"This painting is really good, the painting is delicate, lifelike...... "Spring thirty Niang hung this lady picture in the air, and said with affection, but the factor is not like the subset of the world's history, so the words are poor, and I can't say anything fanciful.

"Don't forget your wine when you go. Bao Wenzheng looked sullen, and he was the first to say that he had the intention of expelling customers, but he knew that this spring thirty Niang had a heart to ridicule, and he would definitely not leave.

"Humph!"

"Don't say it's your broken study, this world is so big, I love to go there, how can you be around!"

The tone was still calm, as if he had just crushed a group of ants, stretched out his green jade palm to take the wine jar, poured a bowl of elixir and drank it, and then swept the lady's sleeve, I don't know where it was received, but it disappeared abruptly.

Bao Wenzheng was jealous when he heard this, but he glanced at Chun Sanniang quietly, and said helplessly: "I'm going to review the history books." ”

"What kind of history books do you read, in vain you are also a cultivator, is it possible that you still want to be an official?" Chun Sanniang asked in surprise, and then a little suddenly, her face became indifferent, her eyes were full of anger, she stepped forward step by step, forced to look at Bao Wenzheng and said, "Do you really think I'm laughing?"

"I have been cultivating for a thousand years, and I have never broken my word in my life, and no one dares to insult me!"

"You are a little mortal, you actually chased me twice, I really won't kill you!"

Chun Thirty Niang's anger changed, there was already a demonic aura and lingering around her body, the red clothes swayed, and a cold killing intent appeared on her beautiful cheeks, and there was a faint red glow in her eyes, as if there was an indescribable demonic spirit like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

When the clothes are flying, the seemingly slender legs loom in the background, and the flawless neck and clear collarbones are within reach, and they are full of charm and slaughter.

"I'm going to watch a big play, you like to stay in the study, just take care of yourself!" Bao Wenzheng pouted and said, with a reluctant look, and advised: "My mother will come to deliver food at noon, and you will say that I am bored from studying and go out for a walk." ”

Bao Wenzheng was gradually clear to the spring thirty mothers, the proud peacock with colorful wings, and when he looked at the lake and felt sorry for himself, he saw the mayfly walking lightly, and the edge side of the water was full of surprise and sighs.

"You're going to see a big show?"

The beautiful cheeks seemed to change faces, and the cold killing intent gradually dissipated, and then was stunned and trance.

The full name of "The Peony Pavilion" is "The Peony Pavilion Returns to the Soul", a total of fifty-five, it is one of the representative works of the playwright Tang Xianzu, and there is a saying in the "Inscription": If Du Li Niang is like a lover, it can be said that there is a lover. I don't know what to do, and I go deep. The living can die, and the dead can live. Those who are born and cannot be resurrected, and those who die and cannot be resurrected, are not lovely.

This Kunqu opera is Wu Nong's soft language, and the "Peony Pavilion" is lingering and beautiful, and the love runs through the vast world, and it comes from all over again, and once it is interpreted by the pear garden, it is a family heirloom, which makes the price of "West Chamber" reduced.

Bao Wenzheng got up and walked outside the study, gathered the scattered "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword", and then hung it on the wall, seeing that Chun Thirty Niang was still at ease with the table, he said with a greeting of retreat: "The big drama in the world, I can't get into your eyes if I want to come, so I don't accompany you!"

After saying that, he had an expression of avoidance, and left with brisk steps, leaving Chun Thirty Niang in the short Matsuoka study.

This big drama in the world, for Chun Thirty Niang, is really boring, and the ordinary man who has a longevity of only a hundred years, no matter how ups and downs his feelings are, he is just a morning dew.

On the contrary, it is the appearance of this bag of Wen Zheng who is afraid to avoid it, and it is a little more interesting, without the fear of silence, and it is very rare to be as calm as the class of ordinary acquaintances.

"Let's go, I'll walk with you!" Chun Thirty Niang's graceful figure flickered, and she chased forward, her red clothes fluttering in the wind, showing the attitude of a commanding demon king.

"You want to go to the big show with me?" Bao Wenzheng pretended to be stunned and looked at Chun Thirty Niang, and after looking up and down, he avoided a step, his eyes were clearly hesitant and unwilling, and he sighed and said, "You go and change your clothes first......"

When the black fog dissipated, an ordinary col village girl took over, the pulp washed the skirt a little worn, but the fat powder was born beautiful, the bright eyes and bright teeth were looking forward to the brilliance, the hair bun was only tied with a silver hairpin, and the broken silver tassel of the workmanship was slightly rough and swaying, quite a little cowardly and shy.

"Natural carving, green water out of hibiscus ......" Bao Wenzheng was amazed, looking at the spring thirty women's products, but his eyes were clear.

But there is a horror in the heart, the spring thirty niang who can dominate Baimang Mountain, is really unpredictable, it is difficult for people to spy on the clues, the first time she sees the talent, she smiles and smiles, like the daughter of the eunuch's house; the cold and murderous when she is angry, the indifference of the demonic spirit lingers, it is clear that she is the peerless demon king who regards all living beings as ants; at this moment, she has become a fresh and refined country girl, and cowardice and shyness are at hand.

"Ahem!"

Bao Wenzheng's dull eyes were retracted from Chun Thirty Niang, and he couldn't help coughing lightly to cover Chun Thirty Niang's teasing eyes, and said with some concern: "We're going to see a big show, and the pear orchard is just going to be lively, you won't think it's going to a banquet, right?"

People and beasts are each other's food for each other, it has long been the law of survival of the fittest, people feed on hundreds of animals, and the demon picks the essence of the sun, moon and stars to cultivate, and also takes people as the things of the stomach, so if the thousand-year-old spider spirit of the spring thirty Niang comes to the pear orchard, if it is sexual, it is clearly a gluttonous feast.

"There is no shortage of demon clans to cultivate with the flesh and soul of the human race, but my Spring Thirty Niang has long disdained it, so you can be relieved!"

Bao Wenzheng couldn't tell whether Chun Sanniang's words were true or false, but he couldn't make all kinds of calculations die with this, so he pretended to believe it as true, waved all his worries, and walked side by side with Chun Sanniang in the direction of Yangjiaao.

On the uneven road of Yangjiaao, there are already rickety people facing the sunshine, pushing the wheelbarrow in the direction of the town, although it is the Shangyuan Festival has passed, but the cold wind is still cold, but the joy of rushing to the market is on the eyebrows, and there are more unkempt children and the sound of frolicking on the wheelbarrow, which is still full of the breath of the New Year.

"Second Uncle...... Second Uncle ......"

The young niece on the wheelbarrow, only four or five years old, her thin body was wrapped in a winter coat sewn from flower cloth, her messy hair was clearly unwashed for many days, and her little face was red from the cold but she was extremely excited, standing on the wheelbarrow and jumping up, shouting loudly.

The cousin slowed down, looked in the direction of the girl's shouting in astonishment, and showed a sincere smile, and was about to speak, but when he saw the woman who was the companion of his cousin, he was ashamed of himself, and he was afraid of talking rashly, which made the woman look down on her brother, so she was at a loss and waited with the place.

For the people of Yangjiaao, Xiucai's identity is already remarkable, not only exempted from forced labor, but also the government to feed the stomach, if there is official business, you can directly ask to see the county order, so although it is a close relative, it is not disrespectful.

Bao Wenzheng stepped forward side by side with Chun Thirty Niang, and reached out very affectionately to hold his niece in his arms, brushing the messy bun, but he sighed gloomily in his heart, a motherless child......

"Second uncle, hug ......"

The nephew's age is younger, the tiger's head is extremely cute, the red fluttering little face is full of envy and jealousy, and he stretches out his arms far away, and the wheelbarrow is swaying, but the pigtail is distinct!

Bao Wenzheng had no choice but to put his niece on the wheelbarrow, hugged the younger nephew in his arms, and then said to his cousin with a smile: "Is this a rush to the market?"

The cousin nodded helplessly, pushed the wheelbarrow and walked towards the official road, and then asked in a low voice: "Brother, you have a marriage contract, you should be cautious in your words and deeds is ......"

Mei Jiangxue and Yang Jiaao have been serving the second elder for more than two months, and the gentle and virtuous lady has already been praised, and she is a "fairy" who can fly to the sky, and her appearance is as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

"My cousin misunderstood......" Bao Wenzheng hesitated, but he didn't know how to tell the identity of Chun Thirty Niang, just because the name of Chun Thirty Niang in Baimang Mountain was not widely circulated, but it was not known to anyone, so it could only be said here.

"Sister, hug ......"

The little nephew stretched out his little hand abruptly, and said timidly, the look of hope on his little face seemed to be competing with his sister, and if he was hugged by the sister next to the second uncle, he would have the upper hand.

Chun Thirty Niang looked at the child in Bao Wenzheng's arms in astonishment, and her innocent cheeks were filled with innocent childlike fun......