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One hundred and nineteenth is this the rhythm of sister and brother love?

I will buy Sweden 3:2 England tonight, and I don’t know if I can win the prize. Hahaha!

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"Yu Meiren!" Qingyu sighed faintly behind the curtain, only Zhou Xiaomo could hear it, as if in this sigh, she carried all her wandering wanderings. "What a song about Yu Meiren, which makes people feel sad and sad in her heart flow eastward with the river. However, the river never drys out, just like time, it grays countless hairs, urging her to grow old and dies of beauty."

Zhou Xiaomo was stunned. This girl was such a sentimental talented woman.

Qingyu's voice was extremely light and he said, "It's indeed a quatrain for the ages, but I didn't expect such a good poem to come from a brothel."

Sorry, Master Li, I am not deliberately offending you to show off in brothels today. I am a talented man. I use your poem to show off. I believe that this will inspire you to write more good poems that will last forever. After some self-comfort, Zhou Xiaomo felt that he was indeed a genius. He could not only bring out other people's poems and carry forward them, but also inspire the original author to make more good works.

So, Zhou Xiaomo Zhou Xiaomo felt at ease.

The big and small dandy were still immersed in the artistic conception of this poem. They had never drunk a few drops of ink since they were young, and they were immediately overwhelmed when they saw the book. The teachers invited at home all spoke in order to highlight their knowledge and knowledge. They were both brain-burning and boring. They were not as simple and easy to understand as Zhou Xiaomo said, and it made people effortless to listen. Listening to the teacher's lecture, not only did they not understand, but they also felt that time was so slow that they wanted to pick up the stool under their butt and beat the teacher who was shaking his head.

When I heard this Master Zhou talk about history, I felt that time flies so quickly. And I could remember what I said, and then I would take it out and tell others. This would not only make me look literary, but also add some personal opinions on this history. It would be so much more interesting and vivid than those teachers who invited me to my family.

"Good words, good words!" The old man with white beard stood up and smiled at Zhou Xiaomo, "I'm so clumsy. I don't know when a talented man like Master Zhou will be born in Qianshi County?"

Fuck, now it's over. Just now, Zhou Xiaomo was just concerned about showing off his pleasure and forgot that he could not write poems and lyrics at all. This poem [Yu Meiren] was completely copied from the Lord Li Houzhu. If someone asked him to write another poem on the spot, what should he do?

Hurry up and block the words first! Zhou Xiaomo was gentle and waving the folding fan, and still had a harmless smile on his face: "I am not a talented man. It just happened to be here. At this time, this scene and this topic, I wrote a poem. I guess I will never write such a poem again in this life."

There were neither newspapers, mobile phones, nor BB machines or various modern tools for show off. In summer, men could only hold folding fans as the first tool for show off. Even in winter, some people would hold fans and shake them gently to show that they were knowledgeable people.

This fan is so casual that it is indeed elegant and elegant. It is paired with a long graceful dress. Sometimes it closes the folding fan and sometimes opens it "swish". It not only conforms to the sense of the times, but also accumulates the distant history, making people feel like they are traveling through time.

I guess I won’t be able to travel through time, even if I hold a big brother, a laptop, or a ghost!

The old man with white beard said, "Young Master Zhou is too humble. Your poem is always filled with noble sorrow, and finally it forms a refreshing aesthetic effect. The metaphor is used in a sad and beautiful way. If the master of Shu is aware of you, you will definitely treat you as a confidant for life."

Have to go,

Have to leave quickly.

Today, I am pretending to be a bit big, and if I don’t leave, there is a risk of being misleading.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiaomo smiled and said perfunctorily, walked to Yun Yiren who was looking at him with beautiful eyes and smiled, and said to her, "It's getting late, we have to go back." As he said that, he reached out to hold Yun Yiren and was about to leave.

Yun Yiren's hands were warm and tender, and it was very comfortable to get it. Zhou Xiaomo was in a state of confusion. Yun Yiren followed him to the door without hesitation. The faint fragrance on her body drifted into Zhou Xiaomo's heart, and her brain almost turned blank.

"Please stay, please stay!" The voice of the common man Feng Ma came from behind, "My lady said that the topic I just asked was a bit untimely. Now, the lady will take the place where Mr. Zhou just said, at this moment, this scene, and this topic as the theme. No matter who can get the first place, the lady will pour wine for him tonight."

"good!"

The playboys were afraid that there would be no excitement. Although they knew how many goods they had in their stomachs, they still wanted to try it. What if they got the favor of the girl Qingyu? Even if they watched others hug the beauty, they would just watch it as excitement.

After all, in this era, entertainment is scarce, and some people are good to watch. Compared to those poor people who can only blow the lights and tease their yellow-faced women after dark, it is already a very luxurious nightlife for them to listen to music and dance in brothels.

If you stay, it will be exposed. I'd better apply oil to the soles of my feet! Zhou Xiaomo pretended not to hear the voice of Feng Ma in a civilian clothes, and pulled Yun Yiren and was about to leave quickly, but Yun Yiren stuck out his butt and grabbed him.

Yun Yiren looked at Zhou Xiaomo with pretty eyes like water, her red lips opened lightly, and she was really charming under the dim light at the door. She stuck out her butt and pulled Zhou Xiaomo hard. She was both cute and charming: "Brother Zhou, it's still a bit early to go back now. I think this girl Qingyu must have liked you. Even the questions she asked for is a secret message, and she threw herself into her arms!"

After saying that, his beautiful eyes looked at Zhou Xiaomo, and his eyes were unfathomable, making Zhou Xiaomo unable to guess what she was thinking.

In this way, no matter how stupid Zhou Xiaomo was, he knew why this young lady ran to his brothel and couldn't find him, and followed her to chase him.

Is this the rhythm of a sister-brother relationship?

However, that five-year agreement was like a sharp blade that was as sharp as iron, pressing against his skin and riding under his crotch. If he was not careful, he would kill his life.

I can't leave now,

what to do?

Zhou Xiaomo's eyes rolled and he clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, you guys, I will go out for a little while, and I will come back later."

In fact, all the dandy players were reluctant to leave, so they could lose a strong enemy.

The big and small playboys clasped their fists at him, hoping that you and the other two would not come back. Although everyone liked to hear him telling history books so wonderfully as stories.

I was leaving in a hurry just now, but now Zhou Xiaomo realized that the middle-aged scholar named Zhong had left quietly no longer knowing when.
Chapter completed!
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