An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 218 So the Third Prince Climbed the Wall? (3)

Why do men like gentle women?Wu Dalang said, "As a woman, one should look like a woman, be gentle, be virtuous, be tender like water, and be like a bird." Now even Wu Sanlang, a young boy, calls me gentle!
I glanced at Wu Sanlang, rolled my eyes, and suddenly I felt joking.I was very mischievous, and said to Wu Sanlang, "Take the way of the other, and give it back to the other", and the green is better than the blue - I shook my head, made an orchid finger, and walked away like the Huadan on the stage Two steps, with a vixen to seduce the man's expression, plus the voice of a cat calling Chun, and said coquettishly: "Ouch, dear third prince!"

As a result, Wu Sanlang had goose bumps all over his body this time, and was so cold that he almost fell off the wall.

He quickly said: "Sister-in-law, you, you, you should stop being gentle. Your gentleness scares people to death. It's better not to be gentle! Hey, it's a good thing I'm bold and not scared to death."

I returned to my true self as a fierce girl, with my hands on my hips, and I glared fiercely at Wu Sanlang: "Hey, what do you want? Do you want me to be gentle or not?"

Wu Sanlang said: "It's still better not to be gentle."

I scolded: "A man, it's like this! Thirteen o'clock!"

Wu Sanlang didn't understand: "What do [-] and [-] o'clock mean?"

I rolled my eyes and fooled him: "Three eight is three plus eight equals thirteen."

Wu Sanlang was even more short-circuited and confused: "Three plus eight? Three plus eight is not eleven? Why did you wait for thirteen." After a while, the kid burst into laughter again, quite happily: "Sister-in-law Huang, it turns out that you are not only illiterate, but also do not know how to count. Hey, three plus eight equals thirteen. Which gentleman taught you that?"

I'm too lazy to pooh him.

At this time, a few birds suddenly flew in the sky, chirping.Wu Sanlang yelled "Hey", quickly took out the bow and arrow from his back, aimed at the flying birds, and shot them with a "swish".I saw that the arrow was unbiased and hit one of the birds.The little bird screamed, flapped its wings and shook violently, and then fell quickly.

The bird fell into the yard.

I ran over and picked it up.The little bird was shot in the body, struggled for a while, and then stopped moving.

(End of this chapter)