I smiled triumphantly, and smiled triumphantly again, smiling at the immortality of people in this mortal world;
I smile triumphantly, and smile triumphantly again, hoping for a lifetime of happiness...
The fallen serfs sang, and a ditty that was very different from that of the era sounded in the backyard of the guest building.
It was not difficult to tell from the voice that it was hummed by a boy, mixed with a triumphant laugh.
If you are a modern person, it is not difficult to hear that this is a popular song of later generations.
Lying comfortably on the couch, Yang Fan's big hands crossed the suet-like skin from time to time, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Life in ancient times was so wonderful!
Of course, the premise is that you must be powerful and beautiful...
And Wu Shun was like a kitten basking in the sun in winter, completely curled up in his broad arms.
Now she didn't want to move a finger, and could only use her passionate eyes to accuse the man in front of her of his cruelty from time to time.
He never expected that because of a joke, he would receive such violent revenge again.
However, she didn't want to think about any man from ancient times to the present who could stand such a joke.
As a loser, Yang Fan's self-esteem is even more so. Of course, he has to get his face back.
Listening to these weird lyrics, Wu Shun opened his mouth slightly and asked softly: "Lang Jun, where is this song? How come I have never heard it before? Why is it so weird, yet so catchy and rhythmic?"
Yang Fan lowered his head and glanced at the beauty in his arms. The white skin and smooth touch almost made Yang Fan excited again.
However, he also knew that he couldn't make any more moves. He stroked Wu Shun's messy temples sympathetically and said with a smile: "What do you think, little beauty?"
Wu Shun raised his little head and pouted in protest: "I'm so young, I'm still two years older than my husband."
Looking at the coquettish woman in his arms, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of a joke from later generations, and suppressed a smile and said: "Haha... As long as a woman is a woman, she will be so much bigger than a man."
But Wu Shun's little head couldn't figure it out. How could women be so much bigger than men?
Looking at Wu Shun who looked confused, Yang Fan smiled happily, lowered his head and explained in Wu Shun's ear.
"Lang Jun is so bad, how could he be like this?" Wu Shun raised his weak little fist and beat Yang Fan's chest, feeling extremely embarrassed.
But Yang Fan said seriously: Isn't it?
He is so majestic and majestic, even the little beauty cannot accommodate him.
Doesn’t it mean that women are always older than men?
Looking at the indifferent Yang Fan, Wu Shun covered his face and did not dare to look directly.
Just when I was about to tease you again, Wan'er's voice sounded outside the door: "Ms. Wu, have you drunk the young master's hangover soup? The hot water has been prepared. I asked the servant to put the bathtub outside..."
Yang Fan raised his voice: "Young master, I don't need to drink hangover soup, but your wife Wu is very drunk, so she has to drink hangover soup..."
Wan'er was confused for a while. Could it be that Mrs. Wu had been drinking? I hurried into the house and was dumbfounded!
This formation made Wu Shun so embarrassed that he could not lift his head and buried himself in the quilt like an ostrich.
In the guest building, the spring breeze is blooming, adding a touch of warmth to the cold winter, but inside the palace of Prince Wei, there is a chilling atmosphere.
The study room of the palace was now in a mess, and even the huge glazed mirror purchased not long ago was broken on the floor.
The simple huanghuali desk was overturned to the ground, and the screen was smashed into several pieces. The precious graphite inkstone rolled to the corner of the study room, staining the light yellow plush carpet with a long wisp of ink.
Books, calligraphy and paintings that are usually rare treasures are scattered all over the floor. It is really hard to imagine that this is the quiet and elegant study room of Prince Wei's Mansion. valley
Li Taiban, who was fat and round, was leaning on the couch, breathing heavily, and his usual smiling face was completely gone.
The blood vessels that are usually buried deep in fat are also revealed, twisting and wriggling like earthworms, and you can imagine the anger in his heart.
He slapped the bed hard with a few carrot-like fingers, and the fat on his face was squeezed out of shape due to rage.
Maybe because he is too fat, he looks very funny, but his small eyes are shining with a hint of fierceness from time to time.
"Yang Fan, I will definitely make you look good..." He cursed fiercely. Li Tai gritted his teeth and was extremely angry.
Then he glanced at Zhang Zhongye, the Minister of Rites, who was standing at the bottom with some uneasiness.
These people are really pig-brained, and they fail more than they succeed.
What I had been planning for so long was about to succeed, but now something went wrong.
I originally thought that as long as Li Daozong stepped down, I could arrange for my own people to serve as ministers of the Ministry of Rites, and then all the people in the Ministry of Rites would be my own people.
In the court, he has the ability to wrestle with the prince Li Chengqian. If he performs better in the future and is favored by his father, great things can be expected.
But what about now?
Yang Fan was brought into trouble, and what was even more annoying was that the self-righteous Gu Bingcheng used childish methods like false accounts to deal with Yang Fan.
Haven't you heard that Yang Fan is superior in arithmetic? I think even Xu Zhang, a great talent, failed miserably.
The old man is really looking for death by eating arsenic!
Li Tai looked at the skinny old man and became more and more angry as he thought about it. The anger was kept in his chest and he didn't know how to vent it, and his face became more and more ferocious.
Zhang Zhongye saw Li Tai's furious look and naturally knew that Gu Bingcheng was acting too hastily today.
He never expected that Yang Fan at such a young age would have such means. He could easily subdue the generals of the Host and Guest Department with lightning speed, and even cost Li Tai one of his generals.
However, Zhang Zhongye also knew Li Tai's temper, and there was no use trying to persuade him now. He wouldn't listen to anything he said.
If you dare to persuade me, the pots and pans in the study might fly to your head.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhongye stood aside with his eyebrows lowered and said nothing, as if he was afraid of hurting Chi Yu.
With his old arms and legs, he didn't want to be hit by those bottles and cans.
Although he felt a little guilty, he felt no guilt or fear. After all, he was from the Zhang family of the Jiangnan Chinese clan.
If you don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, even if you make a mistake, it is impossible for Li Tai to really punish him after he gets angry.
However, he still had to show it on his face. At this time, he looked bitter and resentful, and kept sighing.
Every time Li Tai dropped something, it seemed that Zhang Zhongye's self-blame deepened.
After staring at Zhang Zhongye for a while, the fat on Li Tai's face twitched. This old fox is too good at acting. Why don't he just go to dubbing for the stage? Why should he be an official?
In fact, Li Tai knew in his heart that although Zhang Zhongye made good decisions without reporting to him in advance, he did not do anything wrong.
Who knew that the much-lauded Bangmai would be so careful on his first day in office?
I really underestimated this stick, thinking that this person was just a little talented in poetry, but I didn't expect it.
Alas, it's not that the Japanese army is too incompetent, but that the opponent is too cunning!
