Chongfei Manual

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After returning to Jing Wangfu, Wei Wei was overworked in these days, and met Jiang Miaolan in a bad mood. He washed and slept early. Zhao Wei has a warm heart and warmth with her. Seeing that she has been asleep in the corner of the squatting, she couldn’t help but smile. She licked her soft, compact earlobe on her face: "Sweet bag."

Wei Wei couldn’t hear him. Xu felt that the silk was not as warm as Zhao’s chest, turned over, and he arched in his arms and looked for him in his arms. Keep sleeping in a comfortable position.

After Zhao’s arm was placed behind her waist, she tightened her tightly. She knew that she was tired of these days, only bowed her head and kissed her forehead, and there was no other excessive behavior.

Zhao Wei remembers the words that Wei Wei said at the door of the spice shop today. He would rather take the child to remarriage and not accept the work with other women. This little guy, looking at the delicate and arrogant on weekdays, actually has more opinions than anyone else. He has been taught for a long time. Presumably, that is her last bottom line. She told him that she believed him.

She is not like other girls, for the beloved, can take a step back, take a step back, and plead for all, until the bottom line does not know where to retreat, separated from the original one hundred thousand eight thousand miles. Once Wei Wei showed up, it was her last bottom line. As long as it exceeded this bottom line, it would be a shot and there was no room for retention.

Just like today's Jiang Miaolan.

Since Wei Wei decided not to forgive her, it is really not forgiving, preferring to be a stranger and not accepting this incompetent mother.

Both worry and helpless.

Zhao Wei’s fingers slipped through her tender cheeks and smiled softly. How could he give her a chance to remarriage? He tried his best to pick her up, hurting her, she loved her, and she would give other men a chance.

This night, Wei Wei was hard to sleep, and he was not tossed by Zhao Yu. When he got up in the air, he found that Zhao Wei was playing a boxing sword in the yard.

This is the first time Wei Wei has watched Zhao Wei's martial arts. She is wearing a white embroidered jade-print shirt and a soft satin embroidered shoe. She stands on the edge of the window and enjoys the sturdy back of Zhao Wei. In the autumn, he was cold, and his forehead had a thin layer of sweat. It was illuminated by the morning sun. The sweat dripped from the brow and flowed into the robes along the chin, which made him more savvy and indifferent.

Wei Wei held two squats, and he was not in a hurry to wash. The big eyes of the yo-yo revolved around him.

After Zhao Yu finished the boxing, Yusuo, standing under the gallery, took Juan Pa and walked over and said: "Gather your wife under the temple."

Zhao Wei wanted to take it, and suddenly thought of something, and put down his arm. "When the king exercises the boxing in the future, you don't have to wait next to it, and wait for Wang Hao. Wang Hao should wake up at this time."

Although Yushuo has doubts, he still nodded.

Zhao Wei walked back to the room and saw Wei Wei standing on the edge of the bed. He only wore a thin shirt on his body, and his ankles were exposed. He couldn’t help but board the face: "How can I not wear clothes?"

Wei Wei curled up the round apricot eyes and smiled cutely: "I just looked at you and forgot to wear clothes."

Ming knew that she was deliberately pleased herself. Zhao Wei couldn’t help but smile. She leaned over and took her slender waist and took her to the side of the Arhat bed.

Wei Wei’s “Oh,” aloud, “I’m sweating on my body, and I’m on my body.”

Zhao Wei put on her shoes for her, and her fingers hang on the slender ankle several times. Then she smiled and looked at her: "Why, this time, the sweat of the king is too much, a few times before..."

Wei Wei guessed what he was going to say and quickly grabbed his mouth.

The two of them were tired together. When they started the thing, Zhao Wei was sweating and licking her body. Although Wei Wei loved clean, but who still cares so much? Wei Wei didn't care about him any more. He didn't expect him to come up with a good idea today.

Wei Wei lips, transfer topic: "Why didn't you just pick up the jade shuttle?"

Zhao Wei took her hand and gently rubbed it in her palm. "Auntie’s words scared the king yesterday. Can the king dare to contact other women? If you knock over the vinegar jar, you bring this What if Wang’s son remarried?”

Wei Wei pumped his hand back and said: "The mouth is smooth."

When he said that he was sweating, he squeezed his sleeve and clicked on his forehead. He wiped his sweat and said: "I am not the kind of unreasonable person... as long as you don’t do anything special. It became." Stop and think about it, and feel dissatisfied. Change your mind: "Forget it, this kind of close-up waits for your work, and let Xiaoxiao come later."

Zhao Xiao smiled and suddenly took her hand and put it in her ear: "Reassure, the king's savings for more than 20 years will only give you one person."

Wei Wei’s cheeks were red and he pushed him away: “Not serious!”

But what is the seriousness in front of the girl I like? Which of the other couples in the world are living together in private? Even if there is, I am afraid that the couple is not really in love.

After breakfast, Zhao Wei went to the study room of the outer court. Wei Wei wanted to try the kinds of spices that were bought yesterday. Zhao Wei was not allowed to stay alone in Zhangtai. When he read a book in the study, he asked her to sit on the south window and practice words. It was even very reasonable: "In the past few days, did the father not send you a set of calligraphy treasures? You use that word, or if you are If you don't want to, it will work for me."

Wei Wei couldn't listen to the word "grinding". He glanced at Zhao Wei, who was not smiling, and said: "...I still practice words."

Zhao Xiao smiled and didn't sway her. When she saw her squatting, she began to deal with her own affairs.

Before becoming a relative, Zhao Wei handled all the things ahead of time, so that he could easily accompany Wei Wei for more than a month. However, Xiangyang Wang had some problems here and had to deal with it immediately. Zhao Wei’s private weapons in Xuzhou’s Nanshan Mountain have tens of thousands of weapons. Zhao Wei is preparing to release the news, guiding Li Zhiliang to visit the Nanshan Mountain, and then connecting the Xuzhou’s prefecture to the outside world, and Li Zhiliang’s slap in the face. At that time, the ironclad is like a mountain. Even if you want to argue, you can't argue. Zhao Wei’s absence of Li Zhiliang’s right arm is bound to be a big blow, and he is sitting on the crime of possessing weapons. Chongzhen’s emperor will be wary of him and will not reuse him.

Only Li Zhiliang did not know where to hear the wind, and now this plan, I am afraid I have to implement it in advance.

Zhao Wei thought of the best policy, wrote the letter into the letter, sealed it with fire paint, and handed the letter to Zhu Xidao: "Quickly hand this letter to Xuzhou Prefecture, he will know what to do."

After Zhu Xi left, Zhao Wei looked down at the warmth of the window. I saw Wei Wei wearing a white Wu Luo Fu Rong Lace braid, with a brightly colored pomegranate skirt and a pomegranate skirt on the couch. Like a burning pomegranate flower, it is illuminated by the sunlight outside the window, showing a vibrant and beautiful. Wei Wei practiced the words very seriously, his back was straight, and the posture of the pen was also very Peugeot. His eyes were focused and he did not pay attention to Zhao Wei’s work. She was writing seriously.

Zhao Wei appreciated her wife's wife for a while, and she sang for a while. Seeing Wei Wei still didn't care about him. It was a bit of a taste. He asked: "What are you writing? This kind of concentration."

Wei Wei looked up at him and blinked. "The Prajna Paramita is more than a heart."

Zhao Wei saw her words beautifully written, and her little flowers were very different. She could not praise her one or two sentences.

Wei Wei opened his hand and buried himself in preparation for copying the remaining heart. Zhao Wei was already sitting behind her, and her long arm stretched her out. "You haven't told me, what did the four ladies of the British government say to you yesterday, make you blush?"

Wei Wei was embarrassed by the words of this god, and soon remembered the method of Qin’s teaching yesterday, struggling for a moment, “Nothing...”

Zhao Wei naturally does not believe, if there is nothing, her face will be so red? His palm covered her abundance, her mouth pressed against her ear, and the voice sighed and asked: "Well, don't you say that?"

Wei Wei shrunk and his cheeks slowly dyed a layer of red. "It's really nothing."

Zhao Yu’s eyes were deep and deep, and his strength was heavy. Wei’s throat swallowed and compromised: “I will tell you at night.”

In the evening, Zhao Wei put Wei Wei under his body and gasped heavily, humming her forehead: "You are trying to force me to die..."

Wei Xiaohan's little face was full of flushing, and his body trembled. For example, in a small boat, the boat was struck by the squally winds on the sea, and there was no end to it. She thinks that the four aunts must have deceived her, saying that as long as it is tight and shrinking, the man will surrender quickly... But how does she feel that today's time is longer than ever! Does this method work?

After this night, Wei Wei’s small waist, which was so easy to rest, began to faintly panic acid and pain.

When Jin Hao and Bai Yu both cleaned up the inner bed, they were too shy to lift their heads. They hurriedly rolled up the bed and left. You don't have to think about what the bed is, it's definitely unsightly, * mottled.

Wei Wei really hates Zhao Wei, and he can't restrain himself. Her current face is very thick, and she can learn from him when she can face her face.

On this day, Wei Wei received a letter from Zhao Liuli and invited her to leave the city together.

The letter did not say the specific location, Wei Wei was somewhat puzzled, Zhao Lanli looking for her to go out of the palace is generally in the Shengjing City to play, rarely directly out of the city, this time is where to go?

Around midnight, Zhao Lanli came to pick her up.

Wei Wei got on the carriage and asked Zhao where to go, but she kept her mouth shut, and even some abnormal silence. If it was before, it would be lively and active. What happened today? Wei Wei saw that she was not right, and did not ask much. Until the carriage went out of the city gate, she walked for more than ten miles and stopped on a half-hillside.

On the hillside stood a man and a horse, Wei Wei looked far away and found that the man was Yang Lan.

Under the hillside is an army of vast soups, soldiers wearing hoods, armed with weapons, heading south.

Wei Wei just remembered that the south was rogue, and the surname Wang Yongbing was self-respecting. He only cares about his own greed and enjoyment. Regardless of the poverty of the people, the people live in dire straits. This army is going to calm down the disaster in the east of Guangdong.