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Chapter 163 Entering My Acacia Door
The morning sun is gradually brightening.

At this time, Jiang Ming pretended that his servant had completely woken up from sleepiness.

"what--"

Take a deep breath.

Stretched.

At this time, Jiang Ming felt that he was full of energy and comfortable, and his whole body was comfortable.

He was full of energy, and his face was flushed, which seemed to be from the sweat medicine.Has a slight refreshing effect.

It is after falling into a coma and waking up again that people will be particularly full of energy.

Jiang Ming is in this state now.

He turned to look at the dressing table to the side.

At this time, Master Li was seen dressing up.

"Wake up son?"

The oiran Li Shishi turned his face slightly, and spoke softly.

"On the table is the clear porridge that the servants arranged for you to cook for you. Please leave after drinking."

After Li Shishi finished speaking a little shyly, he continued to turn his head to wash and dress.

At this time, she gave Jiang Ming a coy attitude of a little daughter.

It's like...the first morning of the wedding night.

For some reason, such an idea suddenly came to Jiang Ming's mind.

He shook his head, shaking off these messy thoughts in his head.

At this time, Jiang Ming was wearing a white underwear.

He wants to wear his own clothes.

Just when he was about to do it himself, Li Shishi on the side quickly came to Jiang Ming from the dressing table.

"Young master, let the servants come and help you change your clothes."

As he spoke, Li Shishi took the initiative to pick up Jiang Ming's messy clothes.

Carefully put it on Jiang Ming.

The movements are gentle, very gentle, don't tell me, at this moment, Jiang Ming actually has a sense of sight of a good wife and a good mother in his heart.

If you bring this back to your own home, whoever sees it will not be confused.

As the saying goes, heroes are saddened by beauty.

Men are to conquer the world, and women are to conquer men. Sure enough, these things, the ancients said, are very reasonable.

Jiang Ming pretended not to know anything, pretending that everything had happened last night.

He hesitated and said, "Last night. That"

Li Shishi heard this, gave him a light punch, and then said coquettishly: "I hate you"

"Yesterday and night, I tossed people to pieces."

After speaking, she blushed and did not dare to look directly at Jiang Ming.

At this time, Jiang Ming called him a good guy in his heart!

This acting skill is directly online.

There is no such thing as Oscar, if it comes to Oscar, then the statuette will directly belong to Master Li.

If I didn't know it a long time ago, if I didn't know Zhenxiang.

If I hadn't been awake all the time and didn't really pass out because of the sweat medicine, I would have almost believed it.

At this time Jiang Ming was a little dazed.

Because he didn't know what to say.

Just like the lyrics: How should I reply to you?With a smile or a very silence? ?
So, after Li Shishi's coquettish expression was over.

Jiang Ming didn't say anything. He only felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little ambiguous.

This is really Tesco!

Obviously I didn't do anything, but it was as if I had done everything.

This is really a crime!
After spending so much silver taels, it was equivalent to going from one bed to another to sleep.

If he had known this earlier, he would have found a big inn by himself, and he could sleep wherever he wanted. He would be more comfortable without this?
Jiang Ming remained silent. Under Li Shishi's service, he finally passed on the clothes, ending the slightly ambiguous embarrassment in this room.

This action of dressing and waiting is quite skillful. I don't know how many people have been taken advantage of in this long time.
Jiang Ming glanced at Li Shishi who was busy continuing to make up, and couldn't stop his slander.

Unexpectedly, in this kind of place, sleepy can imagine that this is Li Shishi's first kiss, which is outrageous.

Is this reasonable?

This is not reasonable.
This seems... a bit reasonable.

Jiang Ming shook his head, picked up the hangover porridge on the table, and drank it directly with a snort.

He didn't eat or drink much that night, and Jiang Ming was indeed a little hungry at this time.

Jiang Ming drank a small bowl of white porridge in a few mouthfuls.

Not to mention, it tastes warm and comfortable.

Then Jiang Ming suddenly saw that there was a pair of papers on the table, which were dotted with ink.

It was hard for Jiang Ming not to notice this scene.

Looking at the familiar handwriting, he couldn't help but read in his mind:
"Red beans are born in southern China, and a few branches are born in spring.

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick. "

Yes, this is exactly what Jiang Mingxue was thinking about last night.

Although he copied the wisdom of his predecessors, Jiang Ming did not feel ashamed at all.

On the contrary, he still wants to continue to plagiarize and become a plagiarist, isn't that flattering.

Dressing up at a girl's house is generally cumbersome, so Li Shishi spent a long time tidying up in front of the dressing table. Even if Jiang Ming finished the porridge in the bowl, Li Shishi didn't finish his makeup.

I don't know if she did it on purpose or what.

Looking at the piece of paper on the table, Jiang Ming looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone beside him, and his thoughts suddenly emerged.

Suddenly, some thoughts came to his mind leisurely.

So on the paper, he slowly wrote down a few lines of poetry.

It's not a few sentences, it's two simple poems.

Enter my Acacia door, know that I am sad.

It was these two poems. After finishing writing, Jiang Ming looked at his handwriting on it, and nodded seriously and satisfied.

Well, it's okay, that's it.

The handwriting written by myself is still very good.

At least this morning's performance was not too unexpected.

For Jiang Ming, it is not difficult to see that writing can be seen, which is already the biggest requirement for him.

As for the others, he didn't dare to have extravagant demands.

But these two lines of poems were written under the Prime Minister's thoughts, and Jiang Ming's words seemed a bit nondescript.

The main reason is that Zhao Changfeng's handwriting is too beautiful.

Comparing the two in such a way, Jiang Ming's handwriting immediately lowered the overall level.

But Jiang Ming didn't pay much attention to these.

Depend on!
Labor and management just want to write.

When you come to this world, you have to leave something behind.

Although my handwriting is indeed quite ugly, but my poems are good at copying!

how! ?
do you have any opinion?

If you have any opinions, come over here and hit me!
Jiang Ming looked at his masterpiece on the table and nodded in satisfaction.

In this world, you always have to leave your own mark.

Maybe there will be such a rumor in a long time.

According to the legend, there is an existence who is very good at writing poetry.

Although his poems are very good, his handwriting is bad.

Jiang Ming glanced at Li Shishi who was still dressing up, and then at the bowl of porridge that was still reserved at the bottom.

The next second, he walked out of the room directly.

(End of this chapter)