The devil is coming

Chapter 613 Cold winter and warm sun
The wind blows the fragrance of flowers in the bridal chamber, and the beams of light shine in the mirror during the day.The grass in the back garden is warm and the two butterflies are drying in the sun. The dust in front of the hall is falling to the flying birds.
The first to wake up,
It’s Si Niang;
Siniang turned sideways and looked at her master lying next to her.
There is no loss, no hesitation, and no sweet and sweet nine-turn corridor.
Only the eyes are like water, and what shines through is pure clarity.
Talking about love and things like that,
For the Demon King, it was simply the most hypocritical of hypocrisies.
to be honest,
Supporting human ethics and morality is the universal thickness of human life.
Ordinary people, when they are old enough, they study, when they are old enough, they go on blind dates, when they are old enough, they have children, when they are old enough, they send away the old people, and when they are old enough, they are sent away as old people.
Every stage of life is clearly arranged.
This rule does not apply to everyone in the world, but it is definitely the epitome of most people;
Most people have done this, it is the established rule, and if you take a step back, it is morality.
But the thickness of the Demon King's life really goes beyond this common sense.
Siniang once said that there is no man in this world who can make her fall in love.
She has seen too much, seen too much,
It is often noisy and bustling below, with people singing and singing, and then below, it is filthy and dirty, with tears flying from the bones;
And she,
Then sit on the roof,
Or leaning against the railing,
or,
Holding a cigarette in your hand, or holding a bottle of wine;
Like the person in the painting,
But it seemed like he was admiring the painting.
as now,
She looked at Mr. Zheng the same way.
this man,
It is undeniable,
In terms of temperament, he is becoming more and more attractive, and, in this life, he has been practicing martial arts and fighting, and his figure is, needless to say, coupled with the few well-placed scars;
Like the best condiment, it brings out the most appropriate masculinity.
But you have to say that you like him, are willing to get close to him, and desperately want something to happen with him.
Not really.
Therefore,
He said he wanted it,
She came back after finishing her work.
To be honest,
When a woman becomes independent and strong to a certain extent, a man is really just a dispensable accessory to her.
but,
Really want to say,
In this world,
If there was a man who could touch his own body without making him feel disgusted and disgusted, it would be him.
Not love,
Not intimacy,
just,
not against.
At this time,
Zheng Fan woke up, opened his eyes, saw Siniang's eyes, and said:
"Why did you wake up before me?"
"Your Majesty, are you a little disappointed?"
"I originally thought that I would wake up first, and then lie down like this and look at you who is still sleeping because you are too tired. This is the right style of painting."
"It's the slave's negligence." Siniang lay back and said, "The slave is too tired, and her body seems to be paralyzed. Please forgive me for not being able to wash the master this morning."
"Ha ha."
Zheng Fan smiled and asked:
"How does it feel?"
Siniang shook her head and said, "I can't tell."
"Is it bad?" Zheng Fan pursed his lips, looking slightly nervous.
"How can we compare if there is no comparison object?"
"Too."
"But it's also comfortable."
"That's fine."
Zheng Fan stood up,
Si Niang also stood up.
Zheng Fan's legs were a little shaky. When he went down the steps, his body swayed. Siniang stretched out her hand and supported her man vigorously.
"A little soft."
Mr. Zheng was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he didn't feel ashamed of this kind of embarrassment in front of Siniang.
There is no deep love between each other, but it is very pure, and there is no need for any cover-up or cover-up;
perhaps,
Is this the legendary highest level of raising eyebrows together?
"Three times is still too many."
Si Niang said strangely.
"Aren't you afraid that you won't be full?"
Lord Zheng sat down,
Siniang put on her clothes and fetched water.
While Zheng Fan was washing up, Siniang stood in front of the mirror, combing her hair and said:
"They say that after that, there will be an obvious peach halo on the face, why didn't you see it?"
"It should be, yes?" Mr. Zheng was not very sure.
"Perhaps, this is just like your Lord, who often mocks those civil servants who write military books. They love their soldiers like their own children and suck abscesses at every turn. Perhaps, these are also fake?
For example, as the Lord said, I want to wake up and see my slave lying there exhausted.
Since ancient times, how can the cattle plowing the land really harmonize with the earth to release Qi? "
Marquis Zheng nodded and said, "So, usually people who write like this are because they can't do it themselves and have regrets, so they describe everything in words in the book?"
"Stories are just like reality. What to do with stories? Look at yourself and look in the mirror."
"Incisive."
"However, maybe the physique of the slave family is different. For example, Sister Qing has come here. Let's not talk about it. When the master comes to visit Liqing, the slave family would like to observe and observe."
"Observe from the side...?"
"The Lord doesn't like it?"
"His jumping step is quite impressive."
"It all depends on the Lord's preference."
"Well………"
Zheng Fan has washed up.
Get up.
Si Niang also finished combing her clothes. She didn't ask Zheng Fan, but chose clothes from the cabinet and helped Zheng Fan match them.
Asking men how to match clothes is a waste of time;
Most of Zheng Fan's clothes were made by Siniang in her spare time, and they would be updated as her official position rose.
Si Niang is wearing a long red skirt, simple and elegant.
In fact, the key to whether clothes look good or not depends on the person.
"This dress looks like..."
"What's the matter, Lord?"
"It smells like Brigitte Lin's version of The Invincibles of the East."
"I remember that the Lord seemed to like Wang Zuxian in A Chinese Ghost Story."
"We can change again tomorrow."
"correct."
Got dressed,
Zheng Fan was ready to say something more,
Si Niang said first:
"My lord, if you don't have to be born like this, it's not like you won't sleep in the same bed in the future. After all, you may not be able to conceive a child even once."
"Haha, yes."
Lord Zheng walked out of the bedroom,
outside,
Rizhao has grown taller.
turn back,
Look at the bedroom door again.
Mr. Zheng suddenly felt that he was the bride last night.
Facing the sun,
take a deep breath,
My legs are no longer weak now, and my whole body feels refreshed.
Wait until you get outside,
In the middle courtyard,
The sword master stood there and looked at Zheng Fan who was walking slowly.
"Nothing happened last night." The sword master said.
Zheng Fan nodded seriously,
Road:
"Thanks for your hard work."
"I always feel that something is not right."
"There are some things that are not convenient to explain now."
The sword master frowned slightly.
Zheng Fan continued:
"I'm doing it for the best. You know, in the land of Eastern Jin, so many refugees are counting on me to survive."
"You feel very strange today."
The sword master's sixth sense is really strong.
Generally speaking, real masters, especially masters of the second level, who are almost "unity of man and nature", already have a certain ability to predict good and bad luck.
"Perhaps, after all, I have become a marquis. I used to be able to do it in a small way and it didn't matter. Now that my family's fortune has grown, I realize that the burden is heavier."
"Who wants to attack you?"
"Not to be said."
Without waiting for the sword master to continue asking,
Zheng Fan stretched out his hand,
Pointing lightly to the west.
A very vague answer, a very illogical answer.
but,
But it can just solve the atmosphere at this time.
The sword master sighed,
road;
"I won't ask."
"it is good."
"Because I have a hunch that if I break the casserole and ask for the truth, I might be tempted to stab you to death with a sword."
"Well...it's really hard to imagine, how could you have such dangerous ideas?"
The sword master turned around,
wave your hand,
ready to leave
Road:
"Remember, I need to build a chicken coop in the yard and leave a small vegetable patch for me."
"Would you like to add a small pond? Let's put some koi in there."
"you dare!"
.........
"So, where's that bottle of wine that I treasure?"
In the ice cellar,
A Ming frowned.
At this time, Liang Cheng walked in.
"Did you take it?" A Ming asked.
"what?"
"wine."
Liang Cheng shook his head and asked, "Is it very precious?"
"The private collection of a nobleman from the Chu Kingdom, the kind of private collection that was brought to the ancestral grave."
Liang Cheng frowned slightly.
"You dislike it?"
A Ming seemed to have discovered something extremely interesting.
Road:
"You're a zombie, and you dislike what's in the coffin?"
"Can't?"
"I just feel a little strange." A Ming stretched and said, "Aren't you training new recruits?"
"Come back and mobilize troops to pick up the blind man and the others."
"Do you need to go there in person? Just let that Jinshu go."
Obviously, Jinshu has become someone that even the Demon King recognizes... his own.
"The Lord issued an order last night, and Jin Shuke stayed outside the Lord's residence all night."
"Well, what's going on?"
"I don't know, you don't know either?"
"I'm busy with things in the workshop. You don't know how high the backlog of orders for shipment is. Yesterday, there was a fire in the perfume workshop. I went to put it out. I plan to find it when I come back. Si Niang, please help me mend the wound."
said,
A Ming pointed to his back.
He could just deal with ordinary injuries by himself, but when putting out the fire, sand and soil were obviously used, so the wound had to be cleaned first, otherwise his back would be full of pits after recovery, which was not beautiful.
Liang Cheng and A Ming walked out of the cellar together,
outside,
Xue San and Fan Li were standing in the garden,
Xue San sat on the pergola and swung the three oars.
Fan Li was holding a piece of baked potato in his hand.
Squatting there, peeling the skin.
"Oh, what a coincidence." A Ming said.
It’s rare for everyone who is so busy to get together.
Xue San said, "It was Siniang who sent someone to call us back. He told us that the Lord wanted us to have a dinner together at noon."
"What's going on?" A Ming asked.
Xue San shook his head, "I don't know either. Ali and I just went to see Siniang. Siniang said we would have dinner together later, but she didn't say anything.
I think it's okay, everyone has been busy these days, so they need to take a break to catch their breath. "
At this time,
Fan Li squatted on the ground and took a bite of baked potato.
close your eyes,
Looking at the sky,
While chewing, I began to feel the preciousness of food.
Road:
"At noon on the day of hoeing..."
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Don’t wait for the next chapter, it will take a long time. Let’s get up and read it tomorrow morning.
(End of this chapter)