Airborne in the daughter country, the baby will be born at the beginning

Chapter 42
(42)

Wang Xuan was sitting on a kapok pillow on one side, he was calmly listening to the [afterglow fragrance] coming from the window.

It was a kind of music made with all kinds of [iron implements], the rhythm of one group followed by the next, cheerful and slightly tragic.

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"Is it an opera?"

The delirious Wang Xuan's eyes were bloodshot everywhere, and his mind was still filled with the image of [his own saliva flying around the hall] just now.

"[Han Yuzhou] this old guy is really not a thing..."

Wang Xuan spitting phlegm and cursing softly in the distance, he had already kicked the stones on his toes far away, watching the stones rolling on the ground and making [呲呲味味] sound made him feel surprisingly relieved.

He grinned lightly at the corner of his mouth, and walked straight to the side where the black stones were piled up with piercing eyes. After aiming for the right moment, he kicked down heavily with one foot.

"Ah! It hurts..." Accompanied by a scream, Wang Xuan lowered his head and looked at the [pebble] that was as solid as a rock.

Unexpectedly, the [rock] kicked by the toe actually grew into a high stone step in the next second.

What he kicked was still the bottom one, and it felt as thick as if his toe had been suddenly hit by a boulder.

"TMD..."

He beat his head hard with his hands to try to wake up, and when he turned to look for the next pile of stones, he seemed to go back and forth.

"hiss…"

It turned out that he was too drunk to distinguish [things], his shoulders were slightly sore, and his back felt cold.

He was wriggling his [neck] and talking nonsense all by himself, his body wandering in the street was like a walking dead.

"Han Yuzhou, this bastard..."

Holding the wine glass in his left hand, Wang Xuan looked up at the [cloud-covered] night in the sky, and the next second the whirlwind rushed towards him indiscriminately, and there seemed to be some withered green leaves and branches inside.

wine glass [Boom! ] slipped from the palm of his hand, he didn't realize it, he rubbed his eye sockets under the brows with his hands and looked back, and after confirming that there was no one there, he continued to search for the long tune by his ears.

When Suo Litao had been exposed by himself [the charge of homicide], he still clearly remembered the excited expressions of all the officials.

But [No Witness], [Han Tongzhou] this old fox had countermeasures early in the morning.

After Wang Xuan opened his mouth, he explained the injustice of [impossible to happen] in an understatement, and even took only a moment to praise Suo Litao in turn.

"For one thing, our Southern Song Dynasty has been in constant conflict with the outside world in recent years, and trade flow was once worryingly blocked."

"Secondly, the journey to visit [Tubo tribes], [Xixia], [Jin], etc. is long and dangerous..."

"Since [the envoy of the province] has outstanding talent and is able to return smoothly today, it might not be promoting the national prestige of my [Southern Song Dynasty], and I am an important minister of the country..."

"If the emperor is wrong, he should be punished, but there should be clear rewards and punishments. [The current murder is unknown and undocumented] You can't just listen to [His Royal Highness the Pingyong Kingdom]'s one-sided words. I suggest that [the provincial envoy] be a second-rank official first. As for [ The matter of murder] needs to be considered and discussed in the future..."

"Um?…"

After Zhao Kuo listened, he looked at [Han Tongzhou] with a dull face, obviously he didn't understand the meaning, but his expression became a little depressed when he knew that [someone was driving the crane west].

Han Yuzhou didn't allow enough time to face [Emperor], but turned his head to [Han Shi] and bowed again, "Empress Empress, what do you think of my minister's opinion just now?"

"This…"

Han shi hesitated, his eyes drooped, and he shot after stroking the frustrated [Zhao Kuo] in his arms.

"younger sister…"

"[The killing] really cannot be talked lightly..."

Wang Xuan thought of the cold wind [swish] curling his long hair, and his head seemed to be hit by something hard. When he raised his head, he realized that he was holding a string of red lanterns, with a red cloak reflected on it, and There is a large character on it: [福].

"It's [Fu] down (to)..."

He showed long-lost joy like a three-year-old child, but he had mixed feelings in his heart, wondering if he really needed to wait [18 years] to return to his own era.

The Spring Festival of the Southern Song Dynasty has just ended, and Wang Xuan's eyes are full of Hongfu, which is not worse than the Spring Festival of [modern people].

"It's like the feeling when I posted Spring Festival couplets with my sister many years ago..."

He bent down and stepped over the [lantern] hanging high above his head, the gray-red cover once brushed his cheeks, and then the smile on his face began to slowly disappear.

"When there were many people, I didn't notice it at all, but now that it's empty, I realized it..."

Wang Xuan murmured drunkenly and blew out a breath, leaning on the wall for a while to rest before he frowned.

During the period, he seemed to be staring at the moon and fell asleep, no matter whether the posture was ugly or not, it was very strange.

"Who in the living world sleeps standing up?"

The strange voice pierced through [the wall] into Wang Xuan's ears, but he couldn't hear it, and was completely trapped in the predicament before.

"Huh? That's not right, why is there a woman at the door of my husband's house!"

The woman in the room poked her eyes out and leaned against the window to see Wang Xuan, but when she said this, she had already seen the [protruding and backward] figure, and there was a lot of anger on her face, but it was obviously better than the one above. A word is light for a long time.

"What? What woman?!"

Asked rudely, the sound of the bed trembling in the room became more and more sharp, Wang Xuan was awakened by the noise, opened his eyes and rubbed, then unconsciously moved his body.

"Ah..." Wang Xuan murmured a yawn, and the woman in the room was a little out of breath.

"What kind of woman are you talking about! Oh! I understand, is it that the [little three] you raised outside found a home?!"

"What?! Fart! Shut your mouth, you bitch!"

The man tried to retort, he pushed aside the woman who was peeking out by the window, and leaned out as hard as he could.

Wang Xuan who was outside the room had already heard the conversation between the two, he covered his mouth in embarrassment and squatted in a daze.

It was not easy for the man to take a breath when he poked his head out and looked around but didn't find him.

"Where is there a woman in the middle of the night, I think you are infected with [Crazy]..."

The woman in the house was not polite, she opened the window again and again to look out, but this time it didn't have the [bulge and back] that she saw just now, but the [floating lantern] was slapping the wall wantonly [咚咚] rattle.

When Wang Xuan successfully transferred to the dead corner, no amount of [searching] would be futile.

The woman withdrew her head in dismay, and closed the doors and windows tightly.

"Crack..."

When [Wang Xuan], who thought everything was going well, was about to leave, he seemed to hear the movement of [tearing] in the house again.

It seemed like the rhythm of clothes being [torn off] or [pull off], he tried his best to listen to the rhythm with his ears, and then the woman in the room began to cry softly.

"In the future, I will never allow you to find other women to have fun, so why don't I live without them?"

"Tell me, what's wrong with me, what's wrong with me..."

After hearing this, Wang Xuan choked up, not knowing whether it was shame or embarrassment in his mind.

When he raised his glass to take another sip, he realized that his palm was [empty].

"TMD..."

Wang Xuan shook his hands and sniffed again, and the rhythm of [attracting himself] came from his ears again.

(End of this chapter)