Legend of Fu Yao

There is a kind of person in this world, and what he says is always different.

For example, Yuan Zhaoyi.

Meng Fuyao thought that he had never seen a man who was able to go to the brothel with his bright face.

Ok... Meng Fu shakes a bit of a cold thought, is his narcissism, when did Yuan Zhaozhen officially say that she wanted her?

Ok... Meng Fuyao said to himself, although he is very fond of Yuan Zhaoyu, but in fact he does not want to know who is going to be - she did not intend to fall in love.

What is it still sullen? Meng spread upward puzzling, grew more and more agitated, raising his hand snapped beat himself about.

Yuan Zhaoxiao smiled, as if she did not see her strange movements.

Yuanbao adults heard the sound, and they came out from Yuan Zhaoyu’s arms. When they saw Meng Fu shaking it, they suddenly looked at them, and suddenly they came out, and they also smashed Meng Fu.

Meng Fu swayed to prevent being fanned, and suddenly became furious, and Yuan Bao adults yelled at her, "吱吱".

Yuan Zhaoxuan automatically helped her translate. "It means that it is so symmetrical and more beautiful."

Meng Fu shook silently, suddenly reached out, lightning bolted a beard at the mouth of Yuanbao adults, then smiled, "good, symmetrical beauty."

......

The confrontation of one person and one mouse, Yuan Zhaoxuan has looked up, his eyes deep, looking at the plaque of the elegant pavilion in front.

"Spring Sunk Court"

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"Spring Sunk Court", Zhongzhou's premier sales cave, the most beautiful wine, the most beautiful old-fashioned, the best song and dance, the most beautiful.

The owner of the "Chen Shou Ge" is not a native of Zhongzhou, but a big merchant Jiatoli who came from Gaoluo State on the other side of the sea.

He took a lot of gold to cross the sea, and opened the door of the bureaucrats at all levels in Zhongzhou. He came to the Chunshen Pavilion in a few months. On the first day of opening, he had a high nose and deep skin like snow. The Western Region Dancers attracted the attention of the people of Zhongzhou. Since then, the business has been full and the time has been full of time.

It is said that the name of his Chunshen Pavilion was not from his foreigner. Instead, he had been on the door for more than ten times and sent countless famous antique gold watches. He then asked the prince to write a plaque.

In the Promise, anything can be as long as the word "Prince", that is, the value of a hundred times everyone envy, the boss has this baby, I feel that the waist is straight.

As soon as I entered the hall, the meat fragrant scented powder was mixed with bad breath, sweaty smell and unclear turbid smells. There was a wave of laughter, one on the first floor, the red scarf, and the second floor. The Western Region belly dance, the third floor gambling room Hulu drink, the fourth floor... the fourth floor is quiet.

Some turtles came over and asked incessantly, Yuan Zhaoxiao smiled and said, "Look for a fresh, tender one."

When the tortoise officially opened his eyes, he smiled and said, "You are on the fourth floor!"

Yuan Zhaozhao took the man's clothes and Meng Fu shakes away. Meng Fu shakes his palms with his nails. You seem to be a frequent visitor, even a whisper.

After a long time, someone finally looked back and smiled. He bowed his head and said softly on her ear. "Are you jealous? Why?"

The word that he shook his hand gently picked up, and it sounded like a smile. Meng Fu reddened his red face and answered hard. "I want to ask you, what is it called "nender?"

Yuan Zhaoyu heard this sentence and smiled and said, "I will know later."

Although Meng Fu Sha has an instinctive feeling of inviting him to visit the Qinglou, he also knows that Yuan Zhaozhen is not really going to visit the Qinglou. He followed him to the Accord on the fourth floor. The Accord is very richly decorated, and it is not a princely home. As usual, the wine was brought to the restaurant. After a long time, the ingots were drunk, and the left and right were holding two Fufeng jujubes and fell asleep.

Meng Fu Sha has always been drinking with Yuan Zhaoyu. She has always been a self-satisfied drinker, and vowed to pour Yuan Zhaoyu so that this person who has always had the upper hand will lose one, and I don’t want Yuan Zhao’s drink to be deep. Test, drink a cup, drink more and more awake, the more you look at the brighter, the more you drink, the more you let Meng Fu shake.

Meng Fu Sha has never been a person who is willing to admit defeat or not fight. The more she drinks, the more she drinks, the more she drinks, the more she drinks, the table from the stool, the drink from the table, the delicate carving. The jars were piled up in the hills under her feet. Meng Fu shook the altar and toasted Yuan Zhaoqi. "Drink! It's better to have a stomach...not a hole, not a feeling...a crack."

Yuan Zhaoxuan leaned back from the head to the end of the chair, drinking light weights, even the posture of grabbing a jar of wine is so elegant, more and more contrasting the great difference between the two temperament at this moment.

When the curtains glimpsed and came in a few beautiful girls, Meng Fu Sha had already had a big tongue and pulled Yuan Zhao’s sleeves. The thief asked, “Would you like to change the dress for me? It must be a perfect wife... ”

The girls looked at each other and they both blessed the two. Meng Fu shook his head. "Ha" smiled, drunken one finger, "...who is... Loli... runs the wrong door... Ok..."

Nothing wrong, the four add up to her Meng Fu Sha, how to look at it is not forty years old, the smallest one, the body is not enough, childishness is still, just like the age of six or seven years old, is this a nursery school or a brothel?

Meng Fu shook a cellar, holding a heavy one, and turned into two heavy heads, shaking the strange vision of the grotesque, seeing the credit is a spin, the beauty is upside down, seeing Yuan Zhaoxiao smile and smashing, pulling The youngest one asked something and said something. The children first shook their heads, and then they somehow cried and threw them to Yuan Zhao.

... rely on, nursery rhymes...

This is the last thought when Meng Fu was drunk and got under the table.