"Xianggong, Xianggong?" a beautiful woman called softly in her ear, her voice was soft and greasy, and she was full of breath.

The beauty exhaled like an affectionate woman, but the husband was a fool, or a deaf person, and he didn't see it at all.

Sit cross-legged on the bench, put your hands between your knees, and meditate solemnly with your eyes closed.

"Fool, dead fool!" the beauty probed for a long time, let out a long breath, and made the above judgment.

Immediately, he sat alone on the dressing table and took a self-portrait in the mirror, smeared the painting and combed it to dress up, making his own fragrance fragrant and gorgeous like a flower, just like a fiery red peony. This is the peony girl, the peony girl who is shy about the moon and the flowers and the fish and geese, the peony girl whose heart is higher than the sky and whose life is thinner than paper, and she dresses up on the morning of the first day of marriage. Once married to another woman, the palace sideburns piled up crows and flying makeup, red rouge was applied to the face, and the powder was white and then creamed. Sakura mouth dyed Danzhu, the mirror appliqué yellow, jade pointing to the phoenix, green daisy even the heart long, really like a flower like jade than the fairy, that is fragrant, white and beautiful!

It can be seen that it is not necessarily a good thing for a woman to be too beautiful, or a misfortune. The peony girl looked in the mirror and said in her heart. It's just that God has no eyes, married a monk, and is a fool, beyond the girl's imagination. Hey! It's not annoying, it's better to die! The peony girl sighed faintly, and suddenly wanted to cry. But she couldn't cry, she wanted to cry without tears, of course, the peony girl still didn't look down on the dead monk at all, and the real destiny in the peony girl's mind can be said to be a heaven and an earth, what a difference between cloud and mud!

What a thin life since ancient times! The peony girl sighed and looked sad. The peony girl can read poetry and books, making knives and guns, and people are born very beautiful, and she is a strange woman with both talents and appearances. Now this strange woman can chant the last sentence, and she still feels unfinished, frowning and thinking for a long time, but she can't remember the next sentence. Of course, the peony girl is not an extraordinary person, but there is nothing that cannot be done if she wants to do it, and after thinking for a while, she finally got a sentence: a red apricot comes out of the wall.

The peony girl was very satisfied with herself, and admired herself deeply. Applaud! Applaud! How worthy of admiration, admiration, admiration, and admiration! This is called using poetry to borrow things to express one's lyricism, and to express one's heart in one word, but to say that it is a heavenly opportunity! This is a way out, and it is also a kind of pursuit, a mockery of fate, a defense of dignity, and even more daring to love, dare to hate, dare to speak, dare to do, and ignore the barriers of the world! Moreover, she dares to do it, and this kind of thing is absolutely done by the peony girl.

This is the peony girl, one word, cow!

Unmarried, there are two hearts, murdering her husband that day, a plan is not successful, and a plan is born, now the peony girl wants to abandon the unlucky monk, throw it away, and throw it away when it is used up, just like throwing away a piece of wiping a tablecloth. As soon as the turmoil passed, the peony girl immediately found a new love, and took the monk from Zen to rest, so that he could go back and forth. This is the idea of the peony girl, and the peony girl thinks so, so last night the peony girl slept very soundly, sweetly and beautifully, and she woke up in a good mood!

The peony girl dreamed of the true son of heaven who came to meet her like a fairy flying in the auspicious clouds on a white horse, and he floated down when the peony girl's eyes were full of brilliance, and her heart was full of joy and joy, and she was graceful, with a long body, a gentle and gentle smile: "Peony-" was stunned, stupid, stupid, and happy, ugly than crying, naked, wearing a hat on his head, and glaring at two bull's eyes: "Sister!"

"Ah――――――――――――――――h

To be honest, the peony girl was scared to wake up.

"Dead monk!" Peony cursed hatefully, and his face was instantly covered with gloom. It's not a dream, it's a nightmare, of course a dream is a dream, and the peony girl, even if she is angry, even if she is annoyed, even if she is in a bad mood all of a sudden, she will not take it seriously. But before falling asleep, it was not a dream, everything was as real as in front of me, thinking of a moment of emotion, thinking of skin and ear grinding, the peony girl couldn't help but blush and heartbeat again, and secretly took her eyes to see-

He is like a child, just like the elder brother of the peony girl, so that the peony girl really can't be vigilant, and the peony girl gets carried away for a while, just playing with him. About men and women, the peony girl is half-understood, but he doesn't know anything, the pure and innocent eyes and the innocent expression are not fake, the peony girl can see it. In fact, before you know it, the peony girl has fallen in love with him.

It's love.

One look, two eyes.

Wuzen stared at the two bull's eyes, and was looking at it blankly, as if he was still staring at it-

Peony was taken aback, and then became furious: "Dead monk!

Wuchan's face turned red, and he lowered his head and said, "Sister Peony, you are so good-looking!"

Peony girl is overjoyed!

Sure enough! It turns out that even a fool has the ability to distinguish between beauty and ugliness!

"Hmph! Then you don't need to say!" was getting carried away and drifting like a fairy, but unexpectedly, another sentence fell to the mortal world: "It's just that Wuzen saw that your face was painted with flowers, this, this can-" The peony girl changed color at the moment, and immediately took the case: "What?" The tiger power has come out, and the killing machine looms, at this time, as long as Wuzen says the wrong word, the consequences are unimaginable! Wuzen is a little strange to say, and under the heavy pressure of the mountain, he unconsciously changed his tone: "Generally good-looking!"

The peony girl turned her anger into joy, and Mei Zi'er sat back: "Fool!

As soon as Wuzen touched his head, the sweat came down: "Heh, hehe." ”

It is a thousand clothes that do not wear sycophants, let alone praise a woman, there is no better trick than praising her appearance. Especially when these words come out of the mouth of a fool, it is extremely rare! A monk without Zen is also blessed to the soul, and he has escaped the catastrophe at the moment. And the peony girl saw that he was honest and well-behaved, obedient and sensible, and she was delighted and felt that her attitude was a little bad just now: "Wuzen, come here, my sister will comb your hair." ”

Beauty has a call, how fortunate is it?

At this time, the difference of the monk Wuzen was revealed, and Wuzen got up and saluted respectfully: "Sister Peony, Wuzen is leaving." Peony was stunned and said, "Where are you going?" Wuchan nodded and said seriously: "Wuzen has been living for two days, Wuzen should also go, Wuzen, uh, the little monk thanks the donor, it's the female donor, that ......"

"What a mess!" The Peony girl was shocked and angry, and there was even a trace of reluctance in her heart: "Don't go! You stay here honestly for me, and you are not allowed to go anywhere!" Wuchan shook his head, shook his head resolutely, and said intently: "Yes, yes, he is still waiting for Wuzen, Wuchan is going to find Fang Yin-"Who? she? Which one is she!" Peony was angry, but he didn't hear clearly, and suddenly stood up and pointed and shouted: "You! Good you are a dead monk! Could it be that you already have someone else in your heart, and you have already had a good relationship!"

"Yes. ”

One sentence is as shocking as five thunders!

The peony girl only felt that her scalp exploded, and she was ashamed and jealous: "God!"

This is unreasonable, there is no heavenly reason, there is no axiom and no mother's reason, this is not a reason! Wait, wait, what's the situation? Just now my own family still wants to go out of the wall, how do I know that the other party is a flowery monk! This new love is not found, where the old love is waiting in bed, and suddenly turns the daughter-in-law into a resentful woman, and the door has not yet come out of the cold palace to hide in the snow? Before she got rid of someone, she was dumped by others, and the most tragic thing in the world is nothing more than this, this is about dignity and face, and the peony girl is completely unacceptable.

"Who is she?" Peony said coldly, gritted her teeth, and said secretly: "This whore will definitely die!"

"Brother Fang Yin!" Wu Chan's face was excited, and his voice was loud.

"Very good, I remember, huh, big brother?" The peony girl was startled, and at first glance: "Big brother, male?"

Isn't it nonsense, he is a man! Boss Fang has always been a pure man, which is recognized by the big guys.

Except for no Zen.

Wu Chan once thought that he was a woman, a fairy woman.

But whether he is male or female, he is the sweetheart of Wuzen: "Yes, he is Fang Yin's eldest brother-" said and clenched his fists excitedly, and slammed it: "Righteous!" After saying that, he turned around, ignored the stunned gaze of the peony girl, and resolutely strode away!

In the end, the peony girl still dumped him.

"Hey, hey, come back, you're dead, stupid, crazy!"

"Crazy, crazy, I'm going crazy! God!"

"No Zen - Xianggong!"

"Catch him!"

"Run! Run! Daddy-Mother-"