Beans are real.

It's just cooked.

It is boiled first, then dried, with spice and salt, which can be eaten as a snack.

Someone has eaten it, in front of the marshmallow, gurgling and chewing, so how familiar the marshmallow looks.

O human heart!

Few people knew that in the backyard of the Fang family, in the study, there was another person.

This person is Yu Lao.

Next door, in a room, Rob was sleeping.

Next door, in another room, the owner of the largest pawnshop in the capital is settling accounts, valuing, and making prices with eight bookkeepers.

If it is counted in gold, the value of the property received by the blind man at this time has exceeded one million taels.

Of course, those are all Fang Xiaohou's, and Wang Blind is just a part-time worker, the same as Brother Gua and Yuan Fang. The naïve princess, the fake holy decree, the golden ticket with the serial number, the boiled bean seeds, the weird eight characters, the clever eunuch, all, everything, the plan from beginning to end was made by one person, and this person was Fang Xiaohouye. In the end, the solution is only two beans, Fang Xiaohou is the black hand behind the scenes, Mr. Yu is not, but now even Mr. Yu Zanghai and Mr. Yu admire him a little-

Not to mention, marshmallows.

Yu Lao is looking at the painting.

It's still that painting.

A little baby in the swaddling clothes has now grown up and surfaced, and has become a big man who can influence the current situation in the world, and the world is really wonderful. Take today's events as an example. It is enough to see the hearts of others. ambition. ambition, he will be a hero. Different from Old General Fang, different from Murong Gongzi, he is very smart and scheming, and the most rare thing is that he is very young, but he has just hit the road at this time-

This is a high rating.

Cooked beans do not sprout and do not sprout long leaves. It won't bloom and it won't bear fruit, but even if it could, everything was possible, and it had nothing to do with Fang Yin. The key lies in the fact that what the blind man said and did could only represent the blind man, not the will of heaven, the holy order, or the Fang family. You can't settle accounts after the autumn, and it's useless to make a match made in heaven. This is the end of the whole thing, leaving no way back. It's a game of chess, and it's a perfect ending.

The problem can be solved, but the bottom limit cannot be broken, and it can't.

The bottom line is, that girl.

That girl, Yu Lao knew, that girl's name was Lin Dai.

Coincidentally, yes, the other woman is indeed somewhat similar to this woman, the woman in the painting, her eyebrows, eyes and charm.

What's even more coincidental is that the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law both know each other.

Yu Lao sighed, and in his heart, he was a little envious of him.

Being young is everything!

Palace.

Kunning Palace, the back courtyard, is still the residence of the former father-in-law Yu, or the eldest grandson Lao Dao.

This is it, and if you want to find a place to hide in this world, there is no better place than here. Where is the big hidden in the city, it is obviously hidden in the palace, where you can read, write, practice martial arts, and enlightenment, and will not be disturbed. This is thanks to Empress Yu, Empress Yu said no, no one, neither can Yuan Ji, no one can enter this courtyard, Xiao Fang Yin has to study hard. Where is there a vicious queen, who is obviously a kind old lady, who is praised and spoiled in every way, and is spoiled by all kinds of obedience, just this well-behaved and sensible little Taoist priest-

It is also said that Daoist Fang, the eldest grandson Lao Dao has also passed by the year, and Empress Yu also has a Taoist complex.

Daoist Fang, practicing.

It was dusk, and the sunset was quiet and beautiful, so quiet that it made people move, and it was so beautiful that it made people cry.

Daoist Fang, sitting alone under the old tree, in front of the stone table, on a wooden bench, gloomy and sad, burst into tears.

Loneliness is a sin, a primitive sin with no cause.

What poor boy, who does this remember?

If you don't practice the peerless divine skills, if you don't comprehend the towering Taoism, he won't eat or drink, he won't sleep, he will waste his good youth like this, and the days of time will shamefully enjoy loneliness alone.

And the face to cry!

"Sister Lin fell from the sky~ like a light cloud just out of Xiu~~"

This is the Taoist Fang, a short-sighted, unambitious, lustful and light friend, and forgetful of righteousness!

"Murong ~ Murong ~ Come back soon ~ I miss you so much ~ I have been ...... since I saw you that day"

Once upon a time there was a Taoist priest.

When he is sick, morning, noon and evening, three times a day, he is called Zhang Sanmad.

That's not a problem.

Compared to Daoist Fang, it was so weak that it burst into ruins, Daoist Fang would only go crazy once a day, and a madness would be a whole day!

Why.

"My dear ~ how are you doing ~ Ang Ang!"

There is no why, no need for a reason, crazy is crazy, and there is a true meaning in madness.

That's it, crying, singing, looking at the sunset on the horizon, thinking about her and him in the distance: "Hahahahahahaha!"

What should come, will come.

With tears in my eyes, my heart is happy, looking forward to the stars and the moon, there is a feeling, hurry!

I'm not alone, you know?

The bright moon rises, shining on thousands of miles, don't ask who is with me, you see, Sister Moon smiled.

How gentle, sparkling.

What really makes people happy is that there is something to see, something to know, something to gain, something to understand, just waiting to tell you.

Just wait and share this happiness with you.

Look!

A leaf of arrow bamboo, winter green, pinched on the fingertips and waved it: "Huh!"

The slender bamboo leaves, straight as arrows, passed through the clear night, through the moonlight like water, and nailed to the trunk with a "snort".

Extremely subtle, almost silent.

On the trunk of the tree, there is a circle of bamboo leaves, the roots are straight and straight, and the circle is almost complete.

Picked up the sword on the table, Jun Tian Sword, stepped up, stabbed out flat, and stabbed to the circle surrounded by bamboo leaves, the point in the center: "Po!"

The hugging tree pierces with a sword.

Gravel is everywhere.

The stone table is equipped with a wooden bench, because the stone bench was smashed with a palm, and the general rotten wood and stone can be said to collapse when touched.

This is an inbound.

Now, Fang Yin is facing the same problem as Elder Sun Laodao, that is, the sealing, the verification of the entry, and the verification of the realm.

Could it be the Dao Realm?

I don't know, I don't know, Fang Yin doesn't know anything, he only knows that he is ridiculous.

Naturally, I also understood why Murong Gongzi refused to fight with him before, because there was no suspense, no suspense.

Just like in the courtyard at this time, you can see a heaven and earth.

Jump on the green wall, jump on the branches, jump on the corner of the eaves, jump on the top of the point, look at the scenery and things, and it is a world again. As far as the eye can see, the earth is boundless, the sky is boundless, thousands of houses with lights and houses are far away, and the whole world seems to be under your feet. There are stars three feet above the head, the Milky Way and the sea of stars, thousands of pupils and thousands of eyes, far away and close to it, it is easy to get it, like a hook and a bright moon, you can also take it alone, and the sky is clear and silent. Only that place, the sparkling is better than heaven and earth, the most obvious and most dazzling is still the two buildings, Chaoyun Tower and Dusk Rain Building, the glow of heaven and earth seems to be unchanged for eternity, and both look like they are nestled on the bank of the Jinling River.

"And Luan Yueming, boarding the car and lining the clouds.

The four eyes are looking forward to it, and the sky is full of phoenixes. ”

Who's singing?

Everyone was drunk when she sang, her heart was broken when she sang, and she must have been crying when she sang Luoshui Sauvignon Blanc.

Tonight's Taoist priest felt very good about himself, so he was a little sentimental, so his inspiration erupted like a spring, and he gave birth to the urge to write poems.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. ”

Wonderful!

Wonderful!

Copy!

Hahahahaha!

All in all, Daoist Fang, it's boring. (To be continued......)