Rebirth of the Glory Days

When they took off their clothes again and went to bed, it was already 11 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Ye Zhen lies down at ease and doesn't plan to go to Xiao's house tonight. Leave the liquid gold to Li Ruoxi. Although it's a pity, Ye Zhen can't drink it.

Che Yaozhuang just gently covered her husband with a quilt, and then CHIGUO knelt on the bed.

"Where are you demonstrating?" Ye Zhen asked sideways.

"Sir, where do you see the prestige? I have made a mistake. Please punish me."

"Tut Tut, consciousness is back again. Tell me what mistakes you have made?"

"I am suspicious and jealous today. I deviated from the purpose of a good wife, became an animal and failed to live up to my expectations. I think I was spoiled by my Lord, so please punish me."

Ye Zhen smiled, "can you punish with beautiful women?"

Che Yaozhuang said coldly, "of course, I only believe in your promise and will never have the slightest doubt."

By promise, she meant that Ye Zhen said she was the only woman in her life.

"Grandma, all the beauties have returned to Ninghai. Your consciousness is back again. Do you think I'm not willing to punish you?"

"Yes, so I'm going to punish myself and kneel until dawn."

"Don't punish yourself. I'll punish you severely now."

"I feel at ease because of my holiness and punishment."

Ye Zhen sighed long and seemed to fall into memory. His expression became more and more misty: "have you ever been to Qingdao?"

"Yes. The sea water is a little muddy, but it's my hometown. I don't feel muddy when I go again. I'm in a foreign country now. It's normal to miss my relatives every festival. If Qingdao has my old love, I'm willing to pick it up and become sisters in person and serve me every day, so that I can enjoy the happiness of the whole people."

"Well, there's no old love. But you're right. I'm in a foreign country now and you're in a foreign country. This reminds me of an ancient poem."

Che Yaozhuang immediately thought about the ancient poetry that could fit. In less than a second, he blurted out, "look up at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown?"

"Absurd. Raising your head is the ceiling. Even if you can see through it, it is haze. Where is the bright moon?"

Che Yao hurried to change his clothes: "Cong Ju's tears will open in the future, and the lonely boat is the heart of his hometown?"

"Ridiculous, it's winter. How do chrysanthemums bloom?"

"I see, it must be: there are many years away from home, and personnel have been half wasted recently!"

"Sleeping trough, have you ever been to school? Am I an official?"

"Don't worry, I went to school. It's' relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, and an ice heart is in the jade pot ', isn't it?"

"Which of us has relatives in Luoyang?"

Che Yaozhuang is a little worried. How can he fail in the exam of poetry? Isn't it not enough for a young lady?

It doesn't matter if I fail. I'm afraid my father, a professor of Chinese, will jump out of the grave and beat himself up.

After thinking for three seconds, she suddenly said with joy, "I know. It's' dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown ', right? Don't say no, there is no haze on Qingdao."

With a proud smile, she was very charming and gentle.

But Ye Zhen stared round: "is it your hometown or my hometown?"

Ah? Che Yao's outfit is suddenly stupid. Do you want to fit two people?

She looked at her husband seriously for a while and said decadent, "I have little talent and learning. Please teach me a little."

"HMM. the attitude is OK. It's good to know to seek truth from facts. I'll teach you. This ancient poem is --" Ye Zhen pulled a long tone, looked proud, shook his head and said, "someone in a foreign country blows the whistle, and the chrysanthemums in a foreign country turn yellow."

Che Yaozhuang was stunned. In his heart, 100 million grass and mud horses roared past, and then respectfully asked, "Sir, is this an ancient poem?"

"Yes, it's been more than a year." Ye Zhen nodded in recognition.

Che Yaozhuang trembled all over and was surprised by the ancient age. Then he seriously asked, "excuse me, sir, which ancient man made this poem?"

Her implication is that only poems made by the ancients can be called ancient poetry.

"I did it. Do you think I'm not as good as the ancients?" asked Ye Zhen with a smile.

Che Yaozhuang was convinced immediately and said with a smile:

"My great talent can be called the first person in all ages. There is no problem in calling ancient poetry."

Ye Zhen nodded with satisfaction and asked, "do you think my ancient poetry is good?"

Che Yao thought about it carefully and suddenly lost her color. She was so surprised that she almost stood up and hurried:

"My Lord, the first half is very good, but the second half doesn't make sense."

"Why doesn't chrysanthemum work?" Ye Zhen asked with a smile.

"My Lord, Xiao is like a great man with deep roots and luxuriant leaves. He stands tall and overlooks the sky with fruitful achievements. With the yellow chrysanthemums, it's like an old woman wearing a suit and a forward hat. It doesn't match the tune at all. What do you suggest that I change to 'the peach blossom pond is thousands of feet deep'?"

Ye Zhenmu stared and said, "lying in the trough. Someone in a foreign country blows the whistle. The peach blossom pond is thousands of feet deep? Tell me who your primary school teacher is?"

"No, no, no, no, I'll decorate it again. Someone in another country blows the whistle and blows three feet of waves in the peach blossom pond. That's all."

Ye Zhen laughed and Che Yao was elated.

"Why is Xiao willing to pay and chrysanthemum unwilling?"

"My Lord, because the chrysanthemum doesn't live for itself. It also carries a little daisy. If it's disabled and the daisy is left unattended, wouldn't it be pitiful?"

"Well, you won."

"Thank you, sir. I'm willing to make atonement."

"No, the punishment has been changed to spanking."

"Ah?" Che Yao pretended to be stunned and then bowed down softly: "please do it, sir."

make love.

Clear and loud, lingering sound.

Che Yao fell on the pillow and immediately sobbed.

Ye Zhen was surprised to cover her with a quilt. He hugged her and asked softly, "are you so afraid of pain?"

Che Yaozhuang shook his head and choked: "don't think too much, I don't think women are animals. They are irrational. I don't hurt, but I just want you to hurt. If the slave makes another mistake in the future, although I punish you, women need to cry. Just hurt me after crying. This is husband and wife."

Ye Zhen has been petrified.

Che Yaozhuang was full of tenderness, so happy that people were intoxicated. He whispered, "Lord, can I blow the whistle for you?"

Ye Zhen asked blankly, "can you?"

"Yes." Che Yao pretended to be serious and got up.

She got out of bed, took out a long box from the wardrobe drawer, gently brushed away the dust and sighed.

Then, slowly open the box cover and take out a ruler eight Xiao from the inside.

She turned slowly and didn't go to bed again. Instead, she looked at her lover so affectionately and put one end of the Chi Ba Xiao on her lips.

The faint whimpering flute sounded.

The house seemed to have a wisp of lost time out of thin air. It came back through the years, with the coolness of the winter night, across the trickle of tears, and echoed the past events in their hearts like floating clouds, with tears and melancholy.

Hate not to meet when you are not married.

This regret is so clear that the best youth is not left to the people you love most.

Ye Zhen listened for a long time and sighed silently.

Someone in another country blows the whistle, and the chrysanthemums in another country turn yellow.