Old Lady Chen has three hobbies, beauty, spirits and divine soldiers. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a pond in the back garden, the beauty warms the spirits, he is dressed in white, silver hair is flying, and a green long sword in his hand dances into a shadow, like a white ape that jumps off, is tossing and turning around the rockery in the lake.

The wind howled on the lake, and the sound was like a ghost crying wolf. The sword light flickered on the surface of the lake like a sky full of stars.

There is a reed mat spread by the lake, a small silver stove is burned on the mat, the charcoal fire is moist like a jewel, and a delicate three-legged pottery tripod is burning, and the hot water in the ding is boiling.

In front of the stove sat a girl in a green shirt, who dipped a silver kettle in the ding with one hand and gently stirred it with a spoon in the other hand to heat the silver kettle evenly.

The breeze blows, and her clothes flutter lightly, outlining her graceful figure. Bursts of mellow fragrance overflowed from the spout, making her pretty face slightly red. Her eyes never left Mrs. Chen, her eyes were hazy like mist, like a girl guarding her lover, letting the three thousand green silks fly.

Suddenly, the sword light flickered, and Old Lady Chen gathered his momentum and stood still, looking in the southeast direction suspiciously. Although the rockery at the foot is also three zhang high, at this time you can only see the ridges and trees.

But between breaths, he frowned again, swept around, and reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

"What's the matter, master!" the woman asked with a smile, her voice as gentle as water, straight to the heart.

Old lady Chen jumped forward, slid across the water several feet like a crane, and landed in front of the woman. With a wave of his right hand, the long sword turned into a green light and rose into the sky, and then turned around in mid-air and slashed to the ground. The blade of the sword whimpered like a cracked silk, and it was inserted into a scabbard next to it. There was a sonorous sound, like thunder.

The woman was excited, got up and handed over a bottle of wine that had just been warmed, and said angrily: "You scared me to death, does anyone dare to spy in the dark?"

Old Lady Chen took the silver bottle and drank it all, exhaled a long breath of wine, stared at the southeast direction and said indifferently: "No." I don't know who got a hundred-year-old spirit grass, took it out to take a look, and hid it again. A flush of blush on his sallow face shone in front of the rising sun, and even the wrinkles stretched a lot.

The woman took the silver bottle and put it down, and then untied the robe of the old lady Chen, wrung a towel with the hot water of warm wine, and said with a smile while skillfully wiping the sweat stains for him: "That's not easy, let the second master check who has entered the house in the past two days, and you will know if you ask if you ask." Master is both the patriarch and the parent, if there are any good things, you must use them first!"

Although Mrs. Chen is over the age of six, her muscles are angular, and she has a bronze color in front of the rising sun, as hard as jade.

While enjoying the woman's attentive service, he exhaled deeply, and a pleasant smile gradually appeared on his face, but he snorted coldly: "Those little beasts, their wings have grown stiff, what good things can I think of this old bone!"

As soon as the words fell, the grass and trees in the distance shook, and the three masked samurai in strong suits jumped over, knelt down on one knee and hugged their fists, and said in unison: "Please command, master." His voice was hoarse, emotionless, and his eyes were as empty as a dead man.

The woman was stunned, and hurriedly looked at her nose and heart, and continued to wipe her sweat for Mrs. Chen.

Old Lady Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said solemnly: "Chen San, Chen Si, keep an eye on the door of the East Courtyard, check each package, and say that it is what I mean." Chen Er, find a way to buy that spirit grass back, unscrupulously, regardless of the cost!"

"Yes. The three of them said yes and got up and left.

The woman was secretly frightened, but complained with a smile: "Who said that the master is old, who will I reason with! They are them, you can't overturn a boatload of people with a stick, we Lie'er still count on the master!"

"You little girl, you don't know how to be ashamed!" Old lady Chen pinched the girl's buttocks with her hand, and said proudly: "You don't need to talk nonsense, the old man has a pair of iron fists to shock the eight directions." While talking, he became a suave son again......

"That's when they and the grandfather are outside. I feel that today's swordsmanship is much more powerful than yesterday's, and we Lie'er also have to learn that set of swordsmanship. As she spoke, the woman unfolded a neatly folded green shirt for Mrs. Chen, and untied his belt.

"Even you can see it, it seems that this 'Shura Sword' is not in vain!" Old Lady Chen laughed and hugged the woman, as if he was in a good mood.

"I won't be ...... again in the morning" The woman was startled, her face turned red and she said, "What's wrong?"

Old lady Chen hugged the woman and sat down, and said with a smile: "Don't you like children very much, give me another ......"

The woman was in a hurry, stopped Mrs. Chen's hand and persuaded: "The stewards are going to come back to work, and if you delay the master's big event, the concubine can't afford to bear the sin!"

Old Lady Chen didn't let go, and said with a serious smile: "Nangong Old Dog is quietly advancing to 'change bones', and the old man can't be too backward, and he is ready to retreat for a while." The palm of his hand swept over the woman's dress, but he was not idle at all.

"So you have to be happy one last time......" The woman understood, but she was unwilling, and said: "The eldest young master came back last night, and he will come to greet you soon!"

"After a while, you went back to him, said I know, and let him cultivate well. Old Mrs. Chen said that she was getting more and more up, and she wanted to pick up the delicate women around her.

The woman said in panic: "The master is in retreat, what should I do with the concubine, how many masters are fierce to the concubine!"

Old Lady Chen frowned, and snorted coldly: "If they dare to be disrespectful to you, Lao Tzu will kill them!"

The woman was aggrieved again: "Even if you are not angry to death, the concubine will starve to death." Speaking of which, the concubine is a servant of the master, and she only has two taels of silver a month. With the master by her side, the concubine can still eat well. Master doesn't care about us now, who do we rely on to go!"

Old Mrs. Chen was stunned for a moment, as if she also felt that this was a problem, frowned, and said, "I will let the account room allocate a thousand taels to you in a while, and you will take care of the sisters in the house more." Everything in the house is as usual, and you make a list of the things that the second child handles, and report to me every five days. ”

"Obey, master, you have become a prince, you want to make me a princess......" The woman smiled, hugged Old Lady Chen's neck, and wrapped her legs around it like a spiritual snake...... There is a way that:

The good general swept the formation, did not use his muscles and bones to fill his strength, and claimed that the sword was not old. Famous ministers govern the country, relying on means to build merit, and humane strategies are new. Under the twin peaks, a horse and a flat river are galloping, and he is in the prime of youth. Between the two walls, the nine-song secluded spring is swimming, and the interest here is stronger.

The dragon turns over the turtle and catches the scales, and the phoenix and the tiger step and the rabbit suck. Ever-changing, you sing and I will appear. A pear blossom pressed the begonia, and the spring night won the Ming Dynasty twice. The widow is sick and lustful, and only envy the mandarin duck but not the immortal.

Let your tide rise and fall, and the majesty of the family is still the same. With his surging waves, the charm of the concubine body still exists.

......

A cow gasped, the clouds disappeared, and only bursts of birdsong remained. Old Lady Chen sat up, not only did she look half old, but seemed to be ten years younger. His eyes were as bright as lightning, he swept around, and said indifferently: "You should go." The voice was as cold as iron.

The woman pouted and complained: "Every time I am in a hurry to drive people away...... her voice is as gentle as the evening breeze, and there is a bit of huarity through the heart.

Old Lady Chen put on a robe for herself, and said indifferently: "If you don't leave, it's time to talk more, I don't like women who talk a lot." As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the Shura sword flew and was grabbed by him.

The woman snorted disappremented, and sat up to put on again. Mrs. Chen no longer looked at her, walked to the lake and jumped slightly, like a white crane rising and jumping straight up the rockery in the middle of the lake. Then the figure flickered and disappeared.

The woman's eyes suddenly coldened, and the corners of her mouth hooked to show a hint of sarcasm. But in an instant, her eyes returned to tenderness, and the smile on the corner of her mouth revealed twelve points of satisfaction and happiness. Slowly dressed again, he also departed along a cobblestone path.

The spring breeze was blowing, the flowers were scenting, her steps were still light, and she suddenly stopped when she walked to a bluestone lamppost.

There was also a strong man in black like an iron tower standing by the lamppost, he held his waist knife in one hand, clenched into a fist with the other, and his empty eyes stared blankly into the distance, from the eyeballs to the tips of his hair, but he was motionless, like a mud puppet.

The woman walked around to him with great interest, and the morning light was like a waterfall, reflecting her pure and beautiful face and graceful figure.

The strong man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the bottom of his eyes finally overflowed with a trace of brilliance, but it was like a candle flame struggling at the outlet, which could be extinguished at any time.

The woman pursed her lips and reached out to touch his shoulder, and then along his neck to his earlobe, and said, "It's really hard for you to keep you by the side every time." ”

Her hands were as soft as spring onions, the strong man's pupils contracted slightly, and her skin trembled, like ripples on stagnant water. But the man remained motionless.

The woman's smile was even stronger, and she stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "Although his hair is gray, he is still very strong, and he is really not old at all, I promise......"

Spring is flashing, the fragrance is fragrant, there seem to be two ghost fires flickering under the eyes of the strong man, his throat trembles slightly, but his granite-like face is still wooden, and his body has never moved.

The woman giggled coquettishly, like a naughty boy who had succeeded in her treachery, and walked away briskly......

At sunrise, Chen Yue came to the outside of the "Mengyuan", waiting to greet his grandfather. The sun rose higher and higher, but no one told him when Old Lady Chen would come out, and he could only wait, this was the rule.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and Chen Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but it was Tingting, a girl as light as a butterfly, walking over. I saw that her body was light, her skin was better than snow, her eyes were shining, and her quiet smile was shining. If Shangguan Yan's beauty makes people fall in love at first sight, this woman's appearance makes people fall in love at first sight.

Chen Yue was stunned for a moment and then retracted his gaze, and said in his heart, "It's just a blessing, but that's it", and solemnly said: "Chen Yue has seen the thirteenth aunt and grandmother. "No more glances.

The woman's eyes lit up slightly, but she showed a little smile, and said with a bow: "I've seen the eldest young master." The people shouted nonsense, but they didn't dare to be called like this by the eldest young master, and the eldest young master could call me 'Fang Fei'. ”

A crisp fragrance came to his nose, Chen Yue calmly accepted it, hugged his fists and said, "Dare to ask Miss Fangfei, grandfather can have time to see me." ”

"The eldest young master is polite. Fang Fei's eyes showed a bit of appreciation, and she smiled: "The old lady knows that the eldest young master is coming to ask for peace, but his old man wants to retreat, and he tells the eldest young master to practice diligently." If the eldest young master has nothing important, come for a walk with me. ”

"This is something to say to myself...... Chen Yue's heart is like a mirror, and he stretched out his hand to invite: "Miss Fangfei, please!"