Ashin is really not in the mood to talk to him. I want to go back and write some words and take them to the grave to burn so that my father and mother can know that my daughter is not Bai Ding and live up to their expectations.
It’s thoughtful of the Four Temples to nod. I just got a little poem. You can write one at the same time. Here, the spring breeze and spring rain will wind over the long beach, and the red, orange, green, yellow, blue and purple will be borrowed from Taoist priests to fight strange things.
Ashin’s lips are half full, and in her bones, it’s still the Song Dynasty scholar who said that he was not charming when he admired the wonderful poet.
Men are all visual animals, great energy and life. This is why Situ Kai has known Axin for so long and has never seen her. This vivid expression can’t help but make him look silly. The four temples are even more stunned, and he has to embrace beauty despite all difficulties.
For a long time, A Xin’s powder face is shy, and Brother Jiahua’s poem is a swan song.
Situ Kaitong’s fighting spirit was inspired, and he forgot to disguise his identity and blurted out his feelings, so he indulged in the wind and rain, lost his soul and spent more time making new clothes.
Wow, don’t say high score. At least, Axin has been taking Stuart as a talent. It’s not so surprising. The four temples have their eyes full and the poems fall in the second place. It’s said that the Jiang Yang thief wrote it, but it’s also like a eunuch’s momentum. This motherfucker turned against you.
Stuart dark call bad energy wave rushed to wash away the memory of the four emperors.
Memory washing is to be done according to the schedule. He suddenly came here to wash it too much, not counting an emperor who was in a daze for a moment. He shook his head and looked around at my jade martial sister in confusion.
Situ Kai is in a hurry to make up the circle, and the four halls are trapped in the spring. It must be a lack of dinner. Will the four halls go to rest for a while?
Ashin looked at SiDian again with an oil-paper umbrella, and immediately realized that there was something wrong with SiDian’s poems. He was in a panic and thought that Anjiao was too slave. SiDian wanted to be altruistic in front of him, so he also rounded up the field. Brother Jiahua came to Xiyuan for dinner for a while. It’s good for RuYi to make small snacks. She said she would make some snacks with her way, but it was always delicious.
The excitement of the Fourth Temple blames the trance of thinking on the fact that these days are too exhausting, which is caused by the need to rest and ponder over it again and again. He has no influence in the DPRK, but his father has taken a liberal approach to him. Chapter 8 hits the nail in the afternoon and encounters a black shop.
In the Qing Dynasty, it rained heavily and the road was not easy to walk. It took three days to walk for more than 200 miles. Fortunately, it cleared up near noon on the third day. Liu Jianan ordered the sun to dry the road in a tea shop on the roadside.
The harem took the carriage to Axin and got a deep breath. At first glance, they saw a pile of green cucumbers lying on a table. They couldn’t help reaching for spring grass and cried, "Miss Big, these Shan Ye things are so dirty."
A Xin Xin’s way of eating cucumber has many benefits, except for heat and detoxification, but she doesn’t dare to lose her identity as a young lady and withdraw her hand bitterly.
The beauty in the fourth temple immediately looks for noodles. Although this thing is common, it is a refreshing thing in the palace to take the newly formed tender melon, peel it, cut it into thin slices and sprinkle powdered sugar.
Then he followed the four halls of washed cucumber and deliberately bought a sword to throw a green melon into the middle, and quickly sliced the skin, but saw pieces of tender white falling into a celadon dish and spinning into a flower shape.
Four bursts of applause, several chickens came to peck at the melon skin, a tea shop, two feet slipped and died, stepped on half of the big hen and broke the teapot in his hand.
The hen’s screams attracted a fierce look on her face. The boss kicked Xiao Er down. You can’t eat or make waste. You can’t afford to sell it.
The bartender mew mew accused the boss of being more and more vicious, grabbing him and beating him around.
The bartender complained bitterly that I would go home and take money to compensate you.
The boss sneers at going home to get you a beggar. Who knows where to get the stew with one hand and one foot?
The fourth temple frowned, and the boss eliminated the turkey. We bought a teapot and counted us in.
When the boss reaches out, that’s a hundred and twenty.
I’m annoyed by the winter snow. Is it silver or gold? Are you robbing me? Is this a black shop?
The boss sneered at the female guest officer. I broke a set of good porcelain in my house the other day. Although the teapot is worthless today, how much is it for this chicken to grow up and hatch its eggs?
What’s this called? More than 50 people here in Liujiazhuang spit in anger.
The bartender got up and said angrily, he lied. I didn’t break the porcelain. It was a purse. Someone stole it, drank tea and had no money. Just two coppers agreed to work here for three days to pay off debts.
The boss hit him with a furious palm, and the bartender screamed all the way to Axin.
The boss’s trick is to beat Niu Axin on the other side of the mountain. Liu Jianan’s four healthy maids are frightened and split their hands at the unlucky shop assistant, poor little broken kite and flying down the bamboo forest.