Da Qin: Send your wife at the beginning?Madam is actually a surprised salamander

For a top assassin, this internal injury is nothing!

I just adjusted it and it's much better now.

Li Mo was immediately amazed by her smile. Although he could not see it with his eyes, he could feel it.

Smile to the city!

Reba Bingbing and Zana had to stand aside in front of their wives.

After the two of them had breakfast in the house, Li Mo took the dishes and chopsticks from Jing Salamander's hands with a strong attitude and went to wash them.

I saw her rubbing her waist several times during one meal. Isn’t it so inappropriate to ask her to wash the dishes?

The Salamander sat on the rocking chair in the yard.

Her slender jade legs were arched in front of her, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin supported by her hands, and her eyes softly looking at Li Mo who was busy at the well.

Li Mo's eyes were covered with black cloth, but he could accurately throw the bucket into the well and then bring up a bucket of clear well water.

This time it’s real well water, the kind that’s cool and not sticky!

Jing Salaman couldn't help but think, in fact, if you look at it this way, your husband is no different from a normal person, except that his face is covered with a piece of cloth.

On the contrary, it adds a sense of mystery to him!

It really becomes more pleasing to the eye the more you look at it!

Unknowingly, the corners of Frightened Salamander's mouth raised slightly again.

Li Mo paused while washing the dishes.

Although his back is to the Salamander, his perception is 360 degrees.

Let the country laugh again!

"Ma'am, you should smile more. You look beautiful when you smile."

The Jing Salamander was startled and asked doubtfully: "Did you see me smiling?"

how can that be!

Even if he could see, his eyes were still covered with cloth, and his back was still facing him!

Li Mo turned around and saw. "

Frightened Salamander blinked, and then couldn't help laughing.

"My husband can still coax others?"

She thought Li Mo was just trying to make her happy, so she didn't think much about it.

Li Mo put the bowls and chopsticks back in the kitchen and came out with a bamboo pole in his hand.

He nodded on the ground and came to the side of Jing Salamander and said, "Madam, take a good rest at home. My husband has to go to Xinzheng and he should come back after dark."

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Chapter 7 Tell me, how do blind people write?

"Xinzheng? How can Mr. Lu Fu go there alone? I'll accompany you."

Jing Salamander did not ask him what he was doing in Xinzheng.

Perhaps it was a habit developed in Luowang before.

A good killer only needs to know the target, never ask why.

"It's not far. It can be reached in more than an hour's walk."

"Madam, you were tired from yesterday. You should rest at home. Besides, I walk this road every day and I already know it well."

"If you have anything you want to buy, my husband can bring it back for you."

Li Mo goes to Xinzheng every day.

Usually I go out at noon and come back in the evening.

In the past six months, no matter it was windy or rainy, it had been like this every day.

Because his business is in Xinzheng.

It was only yesterday, and it was also the wedding day after all, so I stopped going for a day.

Jing salamander thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I'd better go with you. Don't worry about my health. I'm fine."

She stood up from the rocking chair and wanted to turn around to show Li Mo that she was really okay.

But suddenly he remembered that he couldn't see.

Jing salamander suddenly felt as if his heart was being pinched, and he felt a pain that he had never felt before.

The smile on his lips slowly faded.

She walked to Li Mo, took his bamboo pole and gently held his hand.

He said softly: "From now on, I will be your eyes."

People come and go on the bustling streets of Xinzheng.

There is an endless stream of vendors hawking along the road.

South Korea has a special location, bordering Wei and Qin to the east and west, and adjacent to Zhao and Chu from top to bottom.

Therefore, South Korea's trade is the most prosperous among several countries.

Therefore, not only are there intensive exchanges of traders from various countries, but the economic conditions are also extremely favorable.

On the crowded street, two young men walked quickly among the crowd.

The one walking in front was wearing a black brocade robe. He was not very old, but his white hair was particularly eye-catching.

But the look in his eyes was so cold that people didn't dare to pay too much attention to it.

The one chasing him behind him looked much more approachable.

He was wearing a white Confucian robe and had a cynical smile on his face.

"Brother Wei Zhuang, brother Wei Zhuang, can you wait for me?"

Zhang Liang almost had to jog all the way to keep up with the pace of the person in front.

Suddenly, Wei Zhuang stopped without warning.

Zhang Liang didn't stop and hit him directly on the back.

He held his forehead and let out a cry of pain, complaining: "Oh, why do you leave when you say you want and stop when you say you want to?"

Wei Zhuang ignored his complaints and his sharp eyes fell on a stone step on the street.

"Hey, hey, what are you looking at?"

Zhang Liang waved his hands in front of his eyes. Just when he was about to follow his gaze to see what was going on, he heard Wei Zhuang ask lightly: "Tell me, a blind man, how does he write?"

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, holding his chin with his hand.

After thinking carefully for a moment, he slowly said: "Generally speaking, blind people can use a carving knife to carve bits and pieces of seals on bamboo slips, and use their hands to find out the impact point of the next knife based on the retraction point of the previous knife. Although the speed will be very high. It’s slow, but if you’re familiar with writing before you go blind, it’s not impossible.”

Wei Zhuang shook his head and said, "What if that person uses cloth and a writing brush instead of bamboo slips and carving knives. His writing speed is faster than yours?"

Zhang Liang raised his head and stared at him, the corners of his mouth twitching twice: "Do you think you are very humorous?"

"Brother Wei Zhuang, if you can't tell jokes, don't force yourself. You should know that you are not that material..."

Before Zhang Liang finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wei Zhuang's sharp look.

He curled his lips and said, "Pretend I didn't say anything."

Wei Zhuang looked away and looked towards the street again.

Zhang Liang followed his gaze and was stunned the next moment!

I saw a man and a woman sitting on a step on the street.

The woman has a slender figure, her face covered with a scarf, and she holds an inkstone in her hand.

But the man was blindfolded with a black cloth, and there was a bamboo pole at his feet.

He is clearly blind!

However, there was a piece of plain cloth lying flat on his bent knees, and he was holding a writing brush in his right hand.

Writing furiously on that piece of cloth!

A gentle breeze blew past, fluttering the cloth on his knees.

The woman sitting next to him carefully stretched out her hand to help him hold the cloth in place.

When he looked up at the man, his tender eyes were filled with light.

This time Zhang Liang was completely confused.

"Is this man really blind or pretending to be blind? Is he writing or painting?"

Whether it is writing or painting, it is incredible for a blind person.

Wei Zhuang shook his head slightly, withdrew his gaze and continued to stride forward.

"Let's go, they're still waiting, there's no need to waste your time on such meaningless things."

Zhang Liang opened his mouth.

You were obviously the one who asked first, okay? .

Chapter 8 The survival of the blind, why are there all women here?

"Finished?"

Jing salamander put away the brush Li Mo handed him and put the pen tip into the bamboo tube as thick as his little finger with ease and precision.

Li Mo picked up the cloth on his knees and shook it, allowing the breeze to quickly dry the ink on it.

"I've finished writing. I came a little early today, and I made you sit on the street with me."

Jing Salamander shook his head slightly: "When you marry a chicken, you will follow the chicken. If you marry a dog, you will follow the dog. Since you are married to your husband, it doesn't matter even if you sleep on the street."