Unexpectedly, Kong Fang actually sat down, took off his shoes and socks, and stretched out his painful foot in front of Fang Shibo, "Come, help me blow it, maybe it won't hurt anymore."
A smell of bad eggs, stinky salted fish hit his nostrils, and Fang Shibo's internal organs suddenly turned upside down.
"vomit……"
He quickly covered his mouth and fled, hiding in a corner and vomiting.
Although Fang Shiyi was far away, Kong Fang's reputation for her beautiful feet was not in vain, so she quickly found an excuse to leave.
"It won't be that exaggerated, right?"
Kong Fang expressed disbelief. He put his nose close to his toes and took a gentle breath. Well, the sour feeling made him wet:
Crazy young man's feet are full of taste,
Half into the window wind and half into the soul.
This taste should come from heaven,
It's rare to hear it in the world.
Fang Shibo endured his gastrointestinal discomfort and quickly copied it for collection.
Early the next morning, they set out for the county seat.
The traction power of the car is still horses, and it consumes a bundle of grass per 100 kilometers. The difference is that the body is no longer a flat plate, but a sedan that was common in costume movies and TV dramas in previous generations.
Fang Shiyi sat in the car, while Kong Fang and Fang Shibo sat at the front, one responsible for driving and the other responsible for watching the scenery.
It's a pity that the beauties of the Daxing Dynasty always hide in sedans like Fang Shiyi when they go out. Their long legs and slim waist are not what you want to see.
As for hot pants and suspenders, just go to sleep, maybe you have them in your dreams.
Fortunately, the autumn in Daxingchao is beautiful, with dead vines, old trees, dusky crows, small bridges, flowing water, and people’s homes. There are sceneries everywhere, like paintings everywhere, and the air is still sweet...
"Brother-in-law, please write another poem."
His free thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Fang Shibo. Kong Fang stretched out his arms and embraced Sunny.
"You want to use my poems to pick up girls again? Aren't you afraid of cheating?" Kong Fang was worried about him.
"Tch, if you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who knows?"
Fang Shibo's face is not red, and his heart is not beating. If he were in his previous life, he would definitely be a notorious plagiarism king.
"What if she asks you to compose a song on the spot?"
"Hey, you think composing poetry is just about peeing. You can just take off your pants and pee into a line or into a pit?! In fact, composing poetry is a very mentally demanding job. I have to jump around in the dead of night. Only under the candlelight can the inspiration of poetry be captured."
Fang Shibo talked nonsense seriously.
High, really high!
Kong Fang simply didn't admire his cheap brother-in-law too much.
No one has this emotional intelligence.
In his previous life, at this age, he did not pick up girls. At most, he played house games with girls. He never had or understood the idea of unfairness.
This guy is awesome. Not only has he done it with real swords and guns, but he also deceives people in every way.
Well, since you are so awesome, I will "compose" another poem. He cleared his throat, looked up at the blue sky, and brewed his emotions.
"Ah, the weather is so nice today!"
…
Fang Shibo waited for a long time, but when he didn't say anything else, he became a little annoyed and said, "That's it?"
"Is it poetry?"
"Hehe... looking for inspiration, looking for inspiration. After all, writing poetry is not about peeing, right?" Kong Fang chuckled, and Fang Shibo's face turned red. He knew that Kong Fang was making fun of him.
But he didn't mean to kick Kong Fang out of the car, but instead smiled to please him.
There is no way, who makes Fan Juanjuan like poetry, but he has no talent for poetry?
Yesterday, the song "Compassion for the Farmers" made Juanjuan smile. When he brought out "Autumn Ci" at the right time, she almost fell.
She pounced and generously gave him a thick "mumada", which almost made his brain explode with joy. He has not been willing to wash his face since yesterday.
Fang Shibo, who had tasted the benefits for the first time, was not stupid enough to fall out with Kong Fang now.
"A poem, a tael of silver, a deal?" Fang Shibo couldn't wait for a poem for a long time, so he had to bait and ask for it.
Kong Fang was stunned for a moment. He just wanted to tease his cheap brother-in-law, but he didn't expect him to treat it as business directly.
This guy’s emotional intelligence can be summed up in one word:
high!
He touched his pocket, which was cleaner than his face, and nodded decisively.
"make a deal."
After that, he stopped pretending and opened his mouth.
"Guan Ju"
Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels.
There are various water plants flowing left and right. A graceful lady, I long for her.
poo. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.
There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp.
There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.
Speaking of Fang Shiyi, she was sitting in the carriage with her eyes closed and meditating. She was not interested in the murmurings between Fang Shibo and Kong Fang at all, but when she heard that Kong Fang wanted to "compose" a poem, she quietly pricked up her ears.
Although her brother-in-law was a scholar, she rarely saw him write poetry, and she wanted to see him.
Who would have known that what he "composed" at first glance turned out to be an erotic poem.
For a moment, her face turned red, and there seemed to be seven or eight deer scurrying in her heart. Fortunately, she was the only one in the carriage, otherwise she would have had to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
"Xu..."
Fang Shibo suddenly stopped the carriage.
"Shibo, what are you doing?" Kong Fang was confused.
"Wait a minute, I have to record this poem. I'm worried that I won't remember it." Fang Shibo said, looking for paper and pen.
Kong Fang stroked his forehead: This naughty kid is hopeless.
In previous lives, some people said that falling in love can lower one's IQ.
But shouldn’t the target it’s talking about be girls?
Could it be that Daxing Dynasty is not a parallel world to the previous life, but an upside-down world?
"This is a carriage, not a study. Can you find the pen?" he reminded kindly. Fang Shibo slapped his forehead, feeling infinitely annoyed.
Kong Fang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I won't forget it."
"Thanks……"
Fang Shibo only had time to say the word "thank you" affectionately before he saw Kong Fang extend a finger and shake it at him.
He pressed it down instinctively.
As soon as he let go, Kong Fang's finger that he had pressed down bounced up again and picked up another one.
Fang Shibo's eyes widened. Are you trying to steal money?
He immediately pressed down both Kong Fang's fingers. As soon as he let go, Kong Fang's three fingers bounced up.
Staring at Kong Fang's shameless smile, Fang Shibo could only compromise.
Who said that he could not compose poems but fell in love with his girlfriend who liked "poetry"?
For love, he risked his life.
The husband lives in an alley near the city gate. The courtyard is antique and there is a plaque hanging on the eyebrow of the door with the word "Luofu" written on it.
The door plaque has a strong sense of age, and the word "Luofu" seems to have traces of weathering, but it does not conceal its appearance of iron paintings and silver hooks.
"Mr. Luo, we are here to visit you."
Fang Shibo jumped off the carriage, threw the reins to Kong Fangfang and ran wildly with his short legs, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Kong Fang was helpless with the reins in his hand.
Although he was a farm boy in his previous life, he had never served livestock. Because mechanization has long been widespread in the countryside, cattle only appear in nostalgic documentaries.
He saw Fang Shiyi getting out of the car with a wry smile on his face.
Fang Shiyi smiled slightly, took the reins considerately, pulled the horse close to the hitching post, and tied the reins. Seeing her unloading the carriage, he rushed to help.
After unloading the carriage, the horse snorted and seemed relaxed.
