Zongwu: I am the lord of Xiangyang City, Guo Jing entrusts his wife and daughter

Well?

Are you out of breath, and you can still blush?

Chu Feng touched her little belly, deflated, not at all like she had been poured with water.

He has a score in his heart.

Picked up Ah Zi and came to the place where he and Huang Rong practiced the palm method last time.

Surrounded by fake mountain peach trees, you can’t see it from the outside, which is a good place to clean up Diao Man’s girl.

“Ah Zi, people can’t be resurrected from death, I can only bury you here.”

“Here are all peach trees, beautiful scenery, bury you in the soil, make flower fertilizer, every time I see rosé blooming in the future, I can think of you.”

When Ah Zi heard this, she couldn’t help but shake her whole body, and her face turned white.

Make flower fertilizer?

Sounds so scary!

Of course, Chu Feng saw it, held back a laugh, picked up Ah Zi, put it in a dirt pit, and then piled the fallen flowers and dead leaves next to him up.

Only halfway through the pile, Ah Zi couldn’t help it.

Jumped up and hugged Chu Feng and cried.

“Brother-in-law, don’t bury me, I’m still alive, I don’t want to make flower fertilizer…”

Chu Feng hugged her and smiled: “Then will you pretend to be dead in the future?” ”

Ah Zi lay on his shoulder, sobbing and shaking his head.

“Lord City Lord, Ah Zi, what are you two doing?”

A voice suddenly came from behind him.

Chu Feng turned his head and saw that it was Ruan Xingzhu, Ah Zi’s mother.

He quickly stood up and said, “I didn’t do anything, I made a joke with Ah Zi.” ”

Ah Zi hung around his neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, in a very awkward posture.

Chu Feng could only show a helpless expression.

Ruan Xingzhu flattened his mouth and said displeased: “A Zi, hurry up and give me down, Lord City Lord still has something to do.” ”

She came over and pulled Ah Zi.

Ah Zi hugged Chu Feng and did not let go.

Ruan Xingzhu was anxious, and put his arm around Ah Zi’s waist and pulled out.

Chu Feng’s hand was still wrapped around A Zi, and he suddenly felt that something soft was pressing on the back of his hand.

And there was something stuffed between the index and middle fingers.

He involuntarily pinched his fingers.

“Ugh!”

I heard Ruan Xingzhu scream and took two steps back.

She blushed and looked at Chu Feng, “You, you” twice, suddenly stomped her foot, turned around and ran away.

Chu Feng looked dazed.

Did I just do something?

What a strange feeling on my fingers!

Fast forward to the day of choosing a flower leader.

Since the Yuan army attacked the city, the common people have never been so lively.

As soon as it got dark, the gongs and drums began to be loud and streamers flew.

Floats marched along surrounded by people and gongs and drums, and as torches and lanterns gathered in the city, they spread towards the city lord’s mansion.

Three theaters were set up at the gate of the city lord’s mansion.

More than 30 women signed up, divided into three groups and performed on stage.

The high platform is surrounded by a gauze tent, and the women can choose to show their true colors or hang the curtain.

There are lights inside, and you can beat your figure on the gauze tent, adding a mysterious atmosphere.

As for how to choose the flower leader, then there is a saying.

There were several carts of silk flowers on both sides at the gate of the city lord’s mansion.

One hundred letters, each person is limited to ten pieces, that is, each person costs a maximum of one or two silver.

Of course, if you send a lot of people to queue, then no one cares.

The silk flowers were thrown directly on the stage.

After each woman’s performance, several people came on stage to pick up silk flowers, announced the count on the spot, and everyone watched, not worried about someone cheating, very fair.

Some clever people secretly calculated that the city lord could still earn tens of thousands of taels of silver, which was really rich.

Chu Feng sat on the front steps of the city lord’s mansion.

The location here is relatively high, and you can see the performances on three stages at the same time

It’s really the sound of the warbler song in the ears, and the swallow dance music is touching.

There were even women dancing swords, and they also obtained a lot of silk flowers.

And that sword dancing woman was very familiar, her name was Yue Lingshan.

The Huashan faction is also coming?

What are they doing in Xiangyang?

Chu Feng turned his thoughts in his heart, so he didn’t think about it.

Recently, the number of tourists in Xiangyang City has gradually increased, and it is not only the Huashan faction.

Three theaters, each with about ten people, each performing for less than a moment, and after an hour, the left and right theaters were all performed, leaving only the middle stage.

At this time, a few people suddenly came up and put down the gauze tent.

This is the world of comprehensive martial arts, there is no big defense for men and women, so most women are not afraid to show their heads, and it is a few who put down the curtain.

When everyone saw it below, they couldn’t help but be curious.

Soon, a basin of flames rose inside the tent, and a seated figure was projected on the gauze tent.

She held the lute in her hand and turned it twice.

The crowd around them immediately quieted down.

Just listen to a crisp voice singing:

“When is the bright moon, ask Qingtian for the wine, I don’t know what year it is in the heavenly palace…”

The voice is gentle and moving, like a nightingale oriole, and the melody and lyrics seem to be integrated, and the cooperation is seamless.

The bright moon is empty, round as jade.

The huge open space, countless listeners, all held their breath.

This song should only be heard in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth.

No one wants to make a sound and spoil this touching atmosphere.

PS: Is it true that no one likes Ruan Xingzhu? I’m really going to be released