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She had seen Wu Song's methods against Dong Chao and Xue Ba, calculated the distance, and knew that with his kung fu, Lao Taijun's cane would not be able to hit her no matter what.

Wu Song heard the sound, rushed in, saw that the old lady's cane was hit on the head, stretched out his ape arm, and gently grabbed it, "Old Taijun, you don't have to be anxious, that is, wait for one night, didn't my sister-in-law say that tomorrow, Brother Li will come back?"

"Wait until tomorrow, my iron bull will kill this slut!"

The old lady struggled hard, Wu Song was afraid that he would hurt the Taijun with great strength, so he hurriedly let go, and the old Taijun's cane was free, so he immediately raised it and hit it.

Wu Song thought that she missed Li Kui and was distracted, and this situation was like Yan Fang treating Chen Ergou's father-in-law that day, as long as the evil anger in her heart came out.

If you want to be angry, the best thing is to vent, Wu Song's body is slightly on one side, blocking in front of the lark, he is tall, the old lady's cane "Bang, Bang, Bang!" hit him on the back, how much strength can the old woman have, Wu Song is strong, and he doesn't think it's angry.

The lark was trembling, Wu Song's majestic body was blocking her, and what she smelled in her nose was a strong man's breath, which was what she longed for the most.

Pan Jinlian also ran in, and she saw the situation just now, and she and Wu Song were also thinking about it, thinking that the old lady was missing Li Kui and was distracted.

She estimated that it was because the old lady was too anxious, and kept asking when she could save Li Kui, but the lark just sent a letter, and the specific situation was not clear, the old lady must have been angry because of this, thinking that the lark was fooling her, and she was angry.

Wu Song is strong, she knows it, and taking more than ten hits is like an itch at all, but after all, it is her lover, and it hurts to watch.

The old lady hit more than a dozen times in a row, and there was no strength left, she gasped, and her face showed a happy look, and shouted: "Wu Song, did I kill that little slut?"

"Old lady, you have been beating Erlang!" Pan Jinlian whispered.

"What?" Lao Jun's anger came up again, but after all, he was old and frail, and he couldn't raise his strength, so she scolded: "Wu Song, you killed that little slut for me, she said she was going to kill me Tie Niu'er!"

Skylark's expression was very aggrieved, like Qu Yuan who jumped into the Miluo River, she covered her face, rushed out of the door, and deliberately used the tricks of the opera troupe, ran twice, and then stumbled.

Pan Jinlian was very worried that she would not be able to think about it, but the old lady in the room also needed someone to appease her, so she immediately pointed to the door, Wu Song understood, and hurriedly ran out.

The lark ran all the way to his boudoir, Wu Song followed here, and then stopped, no matter how bold he was, he would not be so unscrupulous as to enter the room of Jiang Menshen's wife.

Skylark was bent on luring Wu Song into her room, but Wu Song stopped two feet away from the door of the room, and her reaction was also very fast, there is a saying in the drama called "Zhisheng", that is, when rapping plays, there are often situations, such as the opponent forgets the lines or sings the wrong lines, and he has to improvise.

The lark knew this well, and knew that Wu Song would not enter her room anyway, her body was like a willow swaying in the wind, and the snake's waist twisted, and she threw herself on the small stone table in the garden in front of the house, whimpering and crying.

She is very skillful in crying, the average woman cries is covered with her face, she doesn't want others to see the ugliness, she knows how to cry to cry beautifully, she covers half of her face with her sleeves, and the other half of her face is pear blossom with rain.

If Pan Jinlian was also crying like this, Wu Song had his own way of coaxing her, but Skylark was Jiang Menshen's wife, he didn't dare to use his own means, so he had to stand aside in a sneering manner, just take care of her, in case she couldn't think about it, and let her cry.

It's just that Skylark's crying is nothing more than a means to seduce Wu Song, since it doesn't work, she immediately has a second trick, she whimpered: "Uncle, why does the old lady treat me like this?"

"He misses his son and is distracted, so he hasn't beaten me with a dozen rods. ”

"Uncle, those cane beatings were originally suffered by the slave family, but you suffered it for me, are you injured?" The lark's eyes flowed, and he looked at Wu Song with affection.

Wu Song couldn't help but care, patted him on the shoulder indiscriminately, and laughed: "Wu Song's skin is thick and thick, and it won't hurt you!"

"Hey.....," the lark sighed, "This cane didn't fall on me, but it fell on my heart, and it hurt my heart and lungs! The slave family is just a weak person, and I hope that when the husband is not at home, I can make everyone in the happy forest happy.....

"Sister-in-law, if this person is in a hurry, he will be confused, and he will not be accurate, just like a drunken person....."

"Uncle, the slave family is very panicked, can you accompany the slave family to drink a few bowls of wine?"

"Can you drink?"

"Naturally!"

"The best!" Wu Song listened to her heartfelt, he had no words to comfort, and he drank a few bowls of wine with her, which was naturally the best to relieve her sorrows.

Skylark quickly brought a pot of wine, two wine glasses, her action of pouring wine is very beautiful, orchid hand, jade pot is three feet away from the wine glass, drunk and frivolous, and her face is heroic.

She was just full of tears, but at the moment she was in a thousand postures, Wu Song couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, this wine was supposed to relieve her sorrows, but her posture seemed to be living in comfort, and she frowned slightly: "How does this woman's mood change like summer weather." ”

Skylark knows how to serve men best, as soon as he saw Wu Song, he knew his mind, and immediately retracted his eyes, his voice was crisp, without the slightest coquettishness: "Uncle, the slave family is born in singing, and the master often says, we are people who are three religions and nine streams, we have to laugh at people, and weep on people's backs, since I was a child, the slave family has learned this figure, and it is famous to call it 'Taibai drunk'"

"Li Taibai is frivolous, that is, there are thousands of grievances in his heart, how can he show weakness, his discomfort is also amorous, the slave family has rarely shown his heart in front of people since he was a child, and he is out of shape today, but the thousands of knots in his heart have not been untied, and when his mind arrives, he demonstrates this Taibai drunkenness!"

Wu Song suddenly realized when he heard this, and praised him very much: "My sister-in-law is a member of my generation, in my hometown, there is an old saying, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, self-pity, it is better to borrow a turbid wine to pour out the sorrowful city!"

"Uncle, it's a good sentence to borrow a piece of turbid wine to pour through the sorrowful city! The literati always entrust their sorrow to the bright moon and clear breeze, and you and I will pour unhappiness into the wine and break through the sorrowful city!"

"Hey! What a sentence 'you and I are the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes'!" Wu Song applauded: "Fill the sorrowful city, how can you use a small cup of jade pot, I will go and change the big bowl of the wine altar!"

"Uncle, the jade pot wine glass has its own wonders!"

The lark pressed her slender hand on Wu Song's shoulder, Wu Song suddenly felt a burst of boneless tenderness, and the smell of her daughter in her nose was full of emotion, and her heart fluttered, and she didn't dare to get up.

The fingers like the jade shoots of the lark pinched the wine glass, spit out the fragrant tongue, as if drinking and licking, drank a glass of wine, the face was flushed, drunk and frivolous, I don't know whether the wine can be intoxicating, or the wine is not intoxicating and everyone is drunk.

She fluttered with light yarn, swaying steps, but steady as grass in the wind, the lark was showing off, Wu Song was looking at the gongjia, and both of them were addicted, the lark thought that Wu Song was stunned by her posture, but Wu Song was amazed: "The people in the troupe, although the performance is a flower shelf, but the contemporary words about one minute on the stage, ten years of work off the stage, are all the truth, you see the lark's movements, is scattered but not chaotic, virtual but not floating, it seems to be crumbling, but in fact it is unshakable." ”

The lark jumped to the emotional place, leaned back, like a crescent moon, the head was towards Wu Song, a pair of jade Linglong on the chest bent down with the body to reveal half of it, very fragrant, her hands kept shaking back, like the wind swinging willows, Lan fingers pinched the jade pot, the wine was like the Milky Way splashing, falling in the mouth, splashing on the chest.

Her wine jug kept falling, Hao's teeth bit the wine bottle, a mouthful of wine poured into her lips, she turned around, stood up lightly, and jumped on the stone table, like a fairy flying out of the sky.

The wine jug tilted to the side, and the wine flew towards Wu Song's mouth like an arrow, Wu Song saw it wonderfully, couldn't help but open his mouth, feeling sweet and beautiful, and when he was about to praise, he was stunned in his heart.