Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 6 The Rope Artist
The gong was thrown aside, and the flying knife was thrown all over the ground. Seeing Hongniang Xing doing some yoga-like jujitsu preparations, the shortest little radish in the juggling troupe angrily picked up the gong and cleaned it up. Flying knife, sallow face and big yellow teeth joked to Song Qingshu who was busy arranging the noose.

"This kid, is he stupid or not, and he knows how to love his wife, tsk tsk, if he is not stupid, he must be a romantic seed."

"Hey!" Suddenly, as if suddenly enlightened, he stretched out his hand to lift Song Qingshu's chin, and Da Huangya asked even more obscenely: "You kid, do you know how to mess with women, can you be a widow?"

"Come on, come on, I will teach you. I think back in our village, I was also the man known as the number one romantic leader. I have slept with the daughter-in-law of Lao Ding's family, and the bedside of the widow of the Zhao family at the head of the village. Widow, the man has been dead for several years, and he is still so obsessed in his early forties, and he almost broke his waist, that taste, tsk tsk..."

Seems to be trapped in a fantasy, recalling his brilliant achievements, Big Yellow Teeth are still drooling, Song Qingshu who is holding his chin by him will be miserable, the bad breath blows his face, 360 degrees without dead ends to read to him This is right, the sewer has not been dredged for several years, and the horrible smell of stinky tofu and rotten durian is mixed together. The smoked Song Qingshu almost vomits out the little dinner he finally ate.

Da Huangya, who was bragging about his glorious achievements, didn't notice that Xing Hongniang's pretty face was getting darker and darker...

Whoosh~ Song Qing's book was finished, the hemp rope spread on the ground suddenly bounced up like a snake, and a flying knife at the end of the hemp rope flew out in an instant, piercing the air and making a sharp sound, a gust of cool air Run to the sallow forehead with big yellow teeth.

"Ouch!" With a scream, Da Huangya hurriedly pressed down on the iron bridge, his eyes stared straight, and the flying knife slashed across his forehead, and nailed it to the buttocks behind him, rubbing the gong on the buttocks of the little radish .

oh~
Amidst the screams like killing a pig, the unlucky passer-by rushed out with his buttocks between his legs, sweating all over his forehead, rubbing his big yellow teeth on his waist, and struggling to get up from the ground, screaming sadly: "Junior sister, this is too much!" Be tough!"

"Tomorrow, I will perform for Yuan Zhao's family. My little sister sees that Senior Brother Huang still needs to practice. Otherwise, my little sister will be this partner for senior brother?"

Holding another throwing knife, with smiling fingers resting on her cheeks, Hongniang Xing actually had a coquettish feeling at this moment, she was too familiar with her junior sister's devilish temper, a thin layer of sweat dripped from her big yellow teeth immediately, Unexpectedly, he scrambled and climbed onto the throwing knife and slipped away, and while running, he turned his head resentfully to accompany him with a smile.

"Senior Brother, it's fine if you come by yourself, Junior Sister, you are busy, you are busy!"

Dumbfounded, watching Da Huangya, who just boasted about how good he is at taming women, ran away in such a hurry, and then looked back at Xing Hongniang's cold and arrogant smile with her arms folded, Song Qingshu hurriedly lowered his head again, and continued to arrange the messy hemp rope .

But in his heart, Song Qingshu had a rare liking for Hongniang Xing who rescued him from bad breath hell.

The tangled hemp ropes were gradually organized into balls by Song Qingshu's hands, neatly wrapped into a circle, and after finishing the balls, Song Qingshu secretly glanced at Hongniang Xing, watching her every move.

I really treat Song Qingshu like air. This hot girl just keeps pulling her arms or legs to practice Jiu-Jitsu. Sometimes both arms are pulled back completely. Obviously these movements are not so easy. I don’t know if it’s because of pain or because of Tired, after half an hour's work, Xing Hongniang's plain face was already covered with a layer of oily sweat, and there seemed to be a faint colorful light in the slanting sunlight.

This kind of athletic beauty used to be only seen in the school's gymnasium, and it was often someone else's food. Now, this girl belongs to her in name. With such a seductive appearance, Song Qingshu couldn't help swallowing it. Swallow.

"What are you looking at! Have you never seen a woman?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help shivering again with his sudden and pungent voice, and hurriedly lowered his head again, looking around and talking about his off-topic, stumbling.

"No, I didn't look at it, I just asked why I got so many ropes!"

"I'm performing rope skills, of course I have to use rope!"

Xing Hongniang answered casually as a matter of course, just such a light sentence, Song Qingshu was dumbfounded again.

As an otaku college monk, when I live in the dormitory, I often watch the pornography of the island country with my friends who share the same bed, and learn the important things of passing on the family line. I have also watched some sadomasochism series in small movies. At the end of Huaxia, there is already this one.

Can't help it, Song Qingshu's mind came up with this girl's bumpy body, like the heroine in a small movie, her fiery body tied into a neat and attractive diamond shape, with her little hands behind her back, panting profusely, exhaling like orchids, A wisp of saliva flowed from the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth.

But soon, Song Qingshu became entangled again, this girl said that she was her man, and asked her to perform this thing, how could he save his face as a man?
Xing Hongniang was quite nervous, Song Qingshu had nothing to say, she continued to practice on her own and ignored him. After a while, this girl suddenly found out that the Martian was like that, and exclaimed in surprise.

"By the way, so you can talk!"

But with just one glance, Xing Hongniang was depressed again, the corners of her mouth were drooling, Song Qingshu was sluggish and tangled for a while, he didn't look like a normal person at all.

Shaking her head helplessly, Xing Hongniang sighed resignedly.

"Oh~ I'm still a fool."

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Not to mention how Song Qingshu survived the first night of the Ming Dynasty on the cold and piercing straw bed. In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingshu, who was still sleepy, staggered and was picked up.

Amidst the sound of the trumpet, the trumpeter wearing a big red flower on his chest shook his head and opened the way beamingly in front of him, and the servant in a blue cap behind him was leading the horse in a grand manner. , wearing a red robe, a rather handsome young scholar and groom official, a large group of welcoming teams went to Li Yuanwai's house a few blocks away to pick up the bride early in the morning.

Following the happy team, a large group of children laughed and sang nursery rhymes for joy, and the groom in a good mood generously took out a lot of copper coins from his arms and threw them down, causing the children to laugh and lie on the ground picking up copper coins.

In the large courtyard of Yuan Zhao's family, the Xing family's class also spread out the table.Foolishly holding a big ball of hemp rope, being pushed and dizzy by Liu Dazhuzi and Xiaoluo, Song Qingshu started his first battle to survive in the last days in a daze...

(End of this chapter)