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Chapter 4 Zhuo Jing Opera Figure 3.0
Everyone was shocked. "Your Majesty ranks second among the Seven Sages of the Hanlin Academy. He is famous for his calligraphy. His paintings are very rare. If this is a holy work, it is really a rarity!"
Mo Zhui stretched out his hand to cover the woman in the painting, and everyone looked at the painting carefully again, only to realize that the presence of the woman was really abrupt.
Some painters in the crowd sighed: "This woman is hidden, the artistic conception is self-generated, ethereal and quiet, majestic!"
Everyone was in an uproar: "Yes, yes, I also have this feeling!"
The rich businessman's face became embarrassed: "How do you know that the author of this painting is His Majesty?"
Mo Zhui took down the folding fan bought with three Wen coins from his waist, opened it domineeringly, showed off his posture for a while, and said triumphantly: "It's written on the painting."
Everyone was confused: "Where is the problem on the painting?"
Mo Zhui pointed at the painting with a fan: "There are rivers, lofts, and bright moons in the painting. Isn't it your Majesty's name when they are connected together? Jianglou Yuesao... Uh, Jianglou Yuesao! Yuesao!"
Mo Zhuiman patted his chest, almost uttering misfortune.
Everyone was almost overwhelmed by Mo Zhui. The Holy One is rightly named Jianglou Yuesao, but is it possible that as long as there is a river, a building and a moon in a painting, it is the work of the Holy One?Unavoidably strong words.
The rich businessman urged Mo Chase to step down like a child: "Look at your outfit, but you are just doing odd jobs for others, don't pretend to be stupid here!"
Mo Zhui couldn't stop, and argued: "Don't believe me, this painting is called "Picking Mulberries". Which poem can you think of? It's Lu Juren's hating the emperor is not like Jiang Louyue."
Mo Zhui has always been inexplicably confident in his life, and he can always speak well even though he has never read a book.For example, at this moment, he didn't even know who Lu Juren was, but he knew that bringing out Lu Juren would make them speechless.
The white-faced woman stopped crying, thinking about what Mo Zhui said, and couldn't help saying: "Hate the Lord is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south east and west, north and south east and west, only follow each other without separation. Hate the Lord is like Jiang Louyue, temporarily full Losing, temporarily full and still losing, how long will we be reunited?"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Could it be true that it is a work of the sage, intended to miss his wife?"
"Your Majesty has deep love and righteousness. Since the newly married queen passed away that year, there is no more marriage. This painting should be made in memory of his deceased wife."
"Funny, funny. If this is really His Majesty's work of longing for his wife, then the person who added An Bizhi's beloved wife to the painting must have committed suicide! He has humiliated both An and His Majesty."
To the point, the crowd burst into laughter.
The wealthy businessman suppressed his laughter again, and hurriedly defended the painting, otherwise he would lose money. "Even if there is no woman in the painting, the artistic conception is better, but how do you judge that the woman was filled in by someone else later? Can the Holy One not draw women?"
Mo Zhui has a well-thought-out plan: "Painting is like poetry. The state is the highest, and the state is self-contained. The sage is Hanlin Yaxian. Do you think he will fall into this unqualified pen? Besides, women's teasing is joy. The scenery is completely different from the artistic conception of the original painting, how to reflect the 'hate' in the words?"
This is the reason why Mo Zhui thinks "The Picture of a Clumsy Opera Man" is more open-minded. An's two lines of simple and simple poems tell his love for his wife without worrying about words; Scenery, if it contains grand plans and ambitions, it will naturally be lofty and elegant, but if it is contained in emotions, it is too reserved, lingering, and itchy enough to make people toothache, at least he thinks so.I have also read several articles by Yu Yang, pointing out the country and encouraging the writing, but have I ever seen him so "suffocated" before? Could it be that the empress is too tough, forcing him to dare not speak out?Thinking about it this way, ho ho, the current emperor is still a personal 丨 wife-controlling person!
Mo chased and flicked the fan, while shaking his head to show sympathy, while smiling gloatingly.
Everyone began to discuss again, and most of them agreed with Mo Zhui's statement that the woman was not painted by Yu Yang.
The wealthy businessman resisted to the end: "The girl in the painting is very similar to the girl in "The Picture of Zhuojing Opera", and the meticulous workmanship is exquisite. Maybe it is the joint work of the Holy Master and An Bizhi. They are both students of the Imperial Academy. It is likely that they will learn from each other丨Nine things. This "Plucking Mulberries" should be a heavenly work!"
Mo Zhui doesn't know if An Yi and Yu Yang have cooperated, but he can be sure of one thing: "As the girl said just now, An Bi never draws small feet."
Unexpectedly, someone had the same opinion. If the white-faced woman met a confidant, she regained some courage to wipe away her tears, and watched Mo Zhui with relief.
Someone in the audience asked, "How do you know that An Bi doesn't like little feet?"
This question confused Mo Zhui, who has nothing to do to study what kind of taste An Bizhi is good for, and he only had one answer in his mind: If I tell my intuition, would you believe it?
With a bosom friend at the side, the white-faced woman spoke up: "An Bizhi and Ding Caiwei are close friends. The so-called like-minded, the two should have the same taste. Throughout all of Ding's books, there is no description of the three-inch golden lotus."
Small feet, one of the most intriguing assets of a woman.Ding Lu——a walking forbidden book, there is no reason to ignore it, and the white-faced woman's rhetoric is not unreasonable.Everyone was thinking about the plot of Ding Shu, and there was a sudden silence.
moment…
"Girl! This is your fault. You won't talk about it if you don't bind your feet. You still have a look at all the forbidden books of Ding Caiwei. Where are they for sale?" , Get the joy of no effort. "Let me take a look."
"Coo! Coo..." Mo Zhui couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing. To be honest, he didn't want to laugh.
The attitudes of the men who had made fun of the white-faced woman suddenly became amicable, respectfully bowed, and apologized: "The villain has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, and I hope that my aunt will ignore the previous suspicions and generously donate and share my share!"
"You, you!" The white-faced woman's embarrassment just swallowed up again, she rushed up the steps and stuffed an embroidered handkerchief into Mo Zhui's arms, and ran away in a hurry while crying.
"Huh?" Before Mo Zhui had time to ask the girl's name, she ran away.Presumably she is a strange woman, full of lust.
——"Qinhuai Jiuqing doesn't draw small feet, he's afraid."
A magnetic voice came from behind the crowd, it seemed a bit lazy, pure and emotional.
Everyone searched for the sound, and saw a young man in fluttering white clothes and holding a folding fan striding towards meteors. He wore a sapphire mask on his face, his hair was tied up meticulously, and a red purse was tied around his waist. Look, it is knowledgeable and talented, but it seems that it is not a serious style, but an evil trend.
Mo Zhui sensed that the person who came must be a pious person who is not the same as him - a troublemaker.
A bystander asked, "Have you met An Bizhi? Know him well?"
Diao Min walked up the steps, his doting eyes did not leave Mo Zhui for a moment, until he walked in front of Mo Zhui and was about to stick together, then he raised a light smile, nodded slightly, and said tenderly: "I saw the girl His feet hurt."
This voice is simply harassing the ears!
Mo got goosebumps all over his body, and felt vines crawling into the ear canal, passing through the throat to tickle the atrium, which made him very uncomfortable, and he took a step back unconsciously.
Diao Min unfolded the folding fan casually, and his movements were very chic and skillful.In an instant, the essence of hooliganism was completely exposed, because countless naked|naked|naked male and female intercourse|joint baby elephants were densely painted on the folding fan, the size of a little finger, and there are estimated to be more than 300 pairs.A fan, the villain on it seems to be moving, a group of demons dance wildly, shocking the world, magnificent!
Mo Zhui's eyes seemed to be soaked in pepper water, and he quickly looked away, thinking that he could escape the filth, but he smelled the warm and sweet sandalwood-like "sao" smell from the troublemaker's body, and he couldn't breathe freely. "Brother, hold your feet high and move a little farther away."
He is a monk, don't see anything wrong, don't hear anything wrong!
The trickster smiled charmingly, and turned to face the crowd: "The body, hair, and skin are the parents of the parents. Breaking the bones of the feet is a disease, and mutilating the body and skin is an evil deed. If An Bizhi painted the little feet and set off this hot wind, I don't know if it will be ruined. How many girls."
The wealthy businessman raised his hand and objected: "The shyness is getting softer, and it is called Pingting. A woman has no talent and virtue, and her small feet are beautiful. He has always been praised by literati and scholars. How can An Bizhi not recognize beauty?"
The troublemaker suppressed his smile and closed the folding fan: "An Bi has always been an ordinary man, how can he be compared with literati, high officials and dignitaries. After all, "Picking Mulberries" is a work of your majesty's wife, and An Bi has always described himself Wouldn't it be self-defeating to draw his beloved wife on it? Could it be that the two still have a |wife together? There is also..."
The unruly man lowered his head to play with the folding fan, and said frivolously, "Don't imagine that the relationship between Your Majesty and An Bizhi is so harmonious, if the Holy Majesty dares to touch An Bizhi's calligraphy, An Bizhi will dare to shit on the Holy Majesty's calligraphy and painting. "
He was outspoken, as if he was not afraid of the royal family.The last moment he spoke in a polite manner, like a gentleman, but now he hurts the elegance and is unbearable.However, the gentle voice of jade makes people want to refuse and welcome.
Mo Zhui rubbed his ears, the man had only appeared for a moment, and three-fifths of the organs on his face were burnt, the visitor was not kind!
The unreasonable people swear by it, and everyone couldn't help asking curiously: "Who are you from An Bizhi?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. I'll click on this painting. Believe it or not..." Diao Min originally said it leisurely, but suddenly he kept silent, his eyes were cold, and he stared straight into the distance. It seems to see people who make him unhappy.
He approached Mo Zhui, leaned close to Mo Zhui's ear, still fixed his eyes on the front, monitored his every move, and said softly: "Follow me, you are being watched."
Hearing this, Mo Zhui became cautious and looked around: "Who is watching me?"
Diao Min moved closer, almost touching Mo Zhui's ear, solemn and solemn as if mourning his ancestors. "Yu Yang."
emperor!
Mo Zhui couldn't help shivering, followed the eyes of the unruly people, and saw a well-dressed man with a white mask standing behind his hands on the railing of the tea pavilion not far away, with a Tibetan mastiff tied by a thin rope behind him, staring at this To the side, it seems... as if staring at him, and behind him there are several attendants in the same clothes.
If that person is Yu Yang, as Diao Min said, then wouldn't he have just uttered nonsense about his painting in front of His Majesty!It's over, hang up!
Some cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Diao Min, he hid the folding fan in his bosom with one hand, and grabbed Mo Zhui's wrist with the other: "I'll count to three, then turn around and withdraw."
Mo Zhui's forehead buzzed, and he nodded repeatedly.
"one two Three!"
The two turned around and ran away, and the people in the audience were stunned.
Mo Zhui ran and looked back, the group of followers really caught up. "Fucking knife? Seriously!"
"Brother can still lie to you?"
Mo Zhui felt that he was being dragged into the air, and his heart felt numb and terrified. "Brother, why don't you tell me who you are, you won't be with them!"
"Fuck!" The trickster dragged Mo Zhui into a secret passage, ran down the stairs, jumped into the dark ship cabin, passed through a dozen boats through the horizontal ladder, and flaunted while running, "Even if you don't know yourself You shouldn’t be ignorant of my long legs!”
——"Wow, woof, woof!"
The people behind were chasing after him, especially that mad dog, as if courting a mate, galloping against the wind, roaring like thunder, it's going to die!
Mo Zhui ran out of breath, looked at a barbecue stall ahead of him, quickly took out a copper coin from his pocket, threw it on the stall, and grabbed a large handful of barbecue. "Young demon is confusing everyone. If there is no reason for us, it is best to part ways. Maybe they are chasing you. Don't kill me!"
Unbearable, the troublemaker took off his mask, revealed his face, and glared at Mo Zhui: "It's me, Ding Lu, you heartless bastard! It's not me, what did your majesty chase after me? ,It's you!"
"Oh, Ding Caiwei, a great writer." Mo Zhui said "like a treasure", not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and kicked over, "I'll sweep you!"
Let's just say that he is a dick|Si He De can seduce the Holy One, let alone wear a mask, and all beg him to be popular with someone.Now that it's all right, if he gets stuck with Ding Lu, even if he jumps into the Yellow River, he won't be able to get rid of it. Those people must think he is An Bizhi.What did Ding Lu say just now?An Bi has been disgraced by the royal family?This is a sea of blood and deep hatred, and he will not bear the blame!
"Fuck!" Ding Lu stumbled, plunged into the basket on the side, and rolled into the boat ditch with the frame, and there was a mortal roar from the ditch, "An whore, you bastard, you are so easy to be raped." Don't you know if you don't know!"
"Bless you!"
Mo Zhui stretched out his hand to cover the woman in the painting, and everyone looked at the painting carefully again, only to realize that the presence of the woman was really abrupt.
Some painters in the crowd sighed: "This woman is hidden, the artistic conception is self-generated, ethereal and quiet, majestic!"
Everyone was in an uproar: "Yes, yes, I also have this feeling!"
The rich businessman's face became embarrassed: "How do you know that the author of this painting is His Majesty?"
Mo Zhui took down the folding fan bought with three Wen coins from his waist, opened it domineeringly, showed off his posture for a while, and said triumphantly: "It's written on the painting."
Everyone was confused: "Where is the problem on the painting?"
Mo Zhui pointed at the painting with a fan: "There are rivers, lofts, and bright moons in the painting. Isn't it your Majesty's name when they are connected together? Jianglou Yuesao... Uh, Jianglou Yuesao! Yuesao!"
Mo Zhuiman patted his chest, almost uttering misfortune.
Everyone was almost overwhelmed by Mo Zhui. The Holy One is rightly named Jianglou Yuesao, but is it possible that as long as there is a river, a building and a moon in a painting, it is the work of the Holy One?Unavoidably strong words.
The rich businessman urged Mo Chase to step down like a child: "Look at your outfit, but you are just doing odd jobs for others, don't pretend to be stupid here!"
Mo Zhui couldn't stop, and argued: "Don't believe me, this painting is called "Picking Mulberries". Which poem can you think of? It's Lu Juren's hating the emperor is not like Jiang Louyue."
Mo Zhui has always been inexplicably confident in his life, and he can always speak well even though he has never read a book.For example, at this moment, he didn't even know who Lu Juren was, but he knew that bringing out Lu Juren would make them speechless.
The white-faced woman stopped crying, thinking about what Mo Zhui said, and couldn't help saying: "Hate the Lord is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south east and west, north and south east and west, only follow each other without separation. Hate the Lord is like Jiang Louyue, temporarily full Losing, temporarily full and still losing, how long will we be reunited?"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Could it be true that it is a work of the sage, intended to miss his wife?"
"Your Majesty has deep love and righteousness. Since the newly married queen passed away that year, there is no more marriage. This painting should be made in memory of his deceased wife."
"Funny, funny. If this is really His Majesty's work of longing for his wife, then the person who added An Bizhi's beloved wife to the painting must have committed suicide! He has humiliated both An and His Majesty."
To the point, the crowd burst into laughter.
The wealthy businessman suppressed his laughter again, and hurriedly defended the painting, otherwise he would lose money. "Even if there is no woman in the painting, the artistic conception is better, but how do you judge that the woman was filled in by someone else later? Can the Holy One not draw women?"
Mo Zhui has a well-thought-out plan: "Painting is like poetry. The state is the highest, and the state is self-contained. The sage is Hanlin Yaxian. Do you think he will fall into this unqualified pen? Besides, women's teasing is joy. The scenery is completely different from the artistic conception of the original painting, how to reflect the 'hate' in the words?"
This is the reason why Mo Zhui thinks "The Picture of a Clumsy Opera Man" is more open-minded. An's two lines of simple and simple poems tell his love for his wife without worrying about words; Scenery, if it contains grand plans and ambitions, it will naturally be lofty and elegant, but if it is contained in emotions, it is too reserved, lingering, and itchy enough to make people toothache, at least he thinks so.I have also read several articles by Yu Yang, pointing out the country and encouraging the writing, but have I ever seen him so "suffocated" before? Could it be that the empress is too tough, forcing him to dare not speak out?Thinking about it this way, ho ho, the current emperor is still a personal 丨 wife-controlling person!
Mo chased and flicked the fan, while shaking his head to show sympathy, while smiling gloatingly.
Everyone began to discuss again, and most of them agreed with Mo Zhui's statement that the woman was not painted by Yu Yang.
The wealthy businessman resisted to the end: "The girl in the painting is very similar to the girl in "The Picture of Zhuojing Opera", and the meticulous workmanship is exquisite. Maybe it is the joint work of the Holy Master and An Bizhi. They are both students of the Imperial Academy. It is likely that they will learn from each other丨Nine things. This "Plucking Mulberries" should be a heavenly work!"
Mo Zhui doesn't know if An Yi and Yu Yang have cooperated, but he can be sure of one thing: "As the girl said just now, An Bi never draws small feet."
Unexpectedly, someone had the same opinion. If the white-faced woman met a confidant, she regained some courage to wipe away her tears, and watched Mo Zhui with relief.
Someone in the audience asked, "How do you know that An Bi doesn't like little feet?"
This question confused Mo Zhui, who has nothing to do to study what kind of taste An Bizhi is good for, and he only had one answer in his mind: If I tell my intuition, would you believe it?
With a bosom friend at the side, the white-faced woman spoke up: "An Bizhi and Ding Caiwei are close friends. The so-called like-minded, the two should have the same taste. Throughout all of Ding's books, there is no description of the three-inch golden lotus."
Small feet, one of the most intriguing assets of a woman.Ding Lu——a walking forbidden book, there is no reason to ignore it, and the white-faced woman's rhetoric is not unreasonable.Everyone was thinking about the plot of Ding Shu, and there was a sudden silence.
moment…
"Girl! This is your fault. You won't talk about it if you don't bind your feet. You still have a look at all the forbidden books of Ding Caiwei. Where are they for sale?" , Get the joy of no effort. "Let me take a look."
"Coo! Coo..." Mo Zhui couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing. To be honest, he didn't want to laugh.
The attitudes of the men who had made fun of the white-faced woman suddenly became amicable, respectfully bowed, and apologized: "The villain has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, and I hope that my aunt will ignore the previous suspicions and generously donate and share my share!"
"You, you!" The white-faced woman's embarrassment just swallowed up again, she rushed up the steps and stuffed an embroidered handkerchief into Mo Zhui's arms, and ran away in a hurry while crying.
"Huh?" Before Mo Zhui had time to ask the girl's name, she ran away.Presumably she is a strange woman, full of lust.
——"Qinhuai Jiuqing doesn't draw small feet, he's afraid."
A magnetic voice came from behind the crowd, it seemed a bit lazy, pure and emotional.
Everyone searched for the sound, and saw a young man in fluttering white clothes and holding a folding fan striding towards meteors. He wore a sapphire mask on his face, his hair was tied up meticulously, and a red purse was tied around his waist. Look, it is knowledgeable and talented, but it seems that it is not a serious style, but an evil trend.
Mo Zhui sensed that the person who came must be a pious person who is not the same as him - a troublemaker.
A bystander asked, "Have you met An Bizhi? Know him well?"
Diao Min walked up the steps, his doting eyes did not leave Mo Zhui for a moment, until he walked in front of Mo Zhui and was about to stick together, then he raised a light smile, nodded slightly, and said tenderly: "I saw the girl His feet hurt."
This voice is simply harassing the ears!
Mo got goosebumps all over his body, and felt vines crawling into the ear canal, passing through the throat to tickle the atrium, which made him very uncomfortable, and he took a step back unconsciously.
Diao Min unfolded the folding fan casually, and his movements were very chic and skillful.In an instant, the essence of hooliganism was completely exposed, because countless naked|naked|naked male and female intercourse|joint baby elephants were densely painted on the folding fan, the size of a little finger, and there are estimated to be more than 300 pairs.A fan, the villain on it seems to be moving, a group of demons dance wildly, shocking the world, magnificent!
Mo Zhui's eyes seemed to be soaked in pepper water, and he quickly looked away, thinking that he could escape the filth, but he smelled the warm and sweet sandalwood-like "sao" smell from the troublemaker's body, and he couldn't breathe freely. "Brother, hold your feet high and move a little farther away."
He is a monk, don't see anything wrong, don't hear anything wrong!
The trickster smiled charmingly, and turned to face the crowd: "The body, hair, and skin are the parents of the parents. Breaking the bones of the feet is a disease, and mutilating the body and skin is an evil deed. If An Bizhi painted the little feet and set off this hot wind, I don't know if it will be ruined. How many girls."
The wealthy businessman raised his hand and objected: "The shyness is getting softer, and it is called Pingting. A woman has no talent and virtue, and her small feet are beautiful. He has always been praised by literati and scholars. How can An Bizhi not recognize beauty?"
The troublemaker suppressed his smile and closed the folding fan: "An Bi has always been an ordinary man, how can he be compared with literati, high officials and dignitaries. After all, "Picking Mulberries" is a work of your majesty's wife, and An Bi has always described himself Wouldn't it be self-defeating to draw his beloved wife on it? Could it be that the two still have a |wife together? There is also..."
The unruly man lowered his head to play with the folding fan, and said frivolously, "Don't imagine that the relationship between Your Majesty and An Bizhi is so harmonious, if the Holy Majesty dares to touch An Bizhi's calligraphy, An Bizhi will dare to shit on the Holy Majesty's calligraphy and painting. "
He was outspoken, as if he was not afraid of the royal family.The last moment he spoke in a polite manner, like a gentleman, but now he hurts the elegance and is unbearable.However, the gentle voice of jade makes people want to refuse and welcome.
Mo Zhui rubbed his ears, the man had only appeared for a moment, and three-fifths of the organs on his face were burnt, the visitor was not kind!
The unreasonable people swear by it, and everyone couldn't help asking curiously: "Who are you from An Bizhi?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. I'll click on this painting. Believe it or not..." Diao Min originally said it leisurely, but suddenly he kept silent, his eyes were cold, and he stared straight into the distance. It seems to see people who make him unhappy.
He approached Mo Zhui, leaned close to Mo Zhui's ear, still fixed his eyes on the front, monitored his every move, and said softly: "Follow me, you are being watched."
Hearing this, Mo Zhui became cautious and looked around: "Who is watching me?"
Diao Min moved closer, almost touching Mo Zhui's ear, solemn and solemn as if mourning his ancestors. "Yu Yang."
emperor!
Mo Zhui couldn't help shivering, followed the eyes of the unruly people, and saw a well-dressed man with a white mask standing behind his hands on the railing of the tea pavilion not far away, with a Tibetan mastiff tied by a thin rope behind him, staring at this To the side, it seems... as if staring at him, and behind him there are several attendants in the same clothes.
If that person is Yu Yang, as Diao Min said, then wouldn't he have just uttered nonsense about his painting in front of His Majesty!It's over, hang up!
Some cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Diao Min, he hid the folding fan in his bosom with one hand, and grabbed Mo Zhui's wrist with the other: "I'll count to three, then turn around and withdraw."
Mo Zhui's forehead buzzed, and he nodded repeatedly.
"one two Three!"
The two turned around and ran away, and the people in the audience were stunned.
Mo Zhui ran and looked back, the group of followers really caught up. "Fucking knife? Seriously!"
"Brother can still lie to you?"
Mo Zhui felt that he was being dragged into the air, and his heart felt numb and terrified. "Brother, why don't you tell me who you are, you won't be with them!"
"Fuck!" The trickster dragged Mo Zhui into a secret passage, ran down the stairs, jumped into the dark ship cabin, passed through a dozen boats through the horizontal ladder, and flaunted while running, "Even if you don't know yourself You shouldn’t be ignorant of my long legs!”
——"Wow, woof, woof!"
The people behind were chasing after him, especially that mad dog, as if courting a mate, galloping against the wind, roaring like thunder, it's going to die!
Mo Zhui ran out of breath, looked at a barbecue stall ahead of him, quickly took out a copper coin from his pocket, threw it on the stall, and grabbed a large handful of barbecue. "Young demon is confusing everyone. If there is no reason for us, it is best to part ways. Maybe they are chasing you. Don't kill me!"
Unbearable, the troublemaker took off his mask, revealed his face, and glared at Mo Zhui: "It's me, Ding Lu, you heartless bastard! It's not me, what did your majesty chase after me? ,It's you!"
"Oh, Ding Caiwei, a great writer." Mo Zhui said "like a treasure", not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and kicked over, "I'll sweep you!"
Let's just say that he is a dick|Si He De can seduce the Holy One, let alone wear a mask, and all beg him to be popular with someone.Now that it's all right, if he gets stuck with Ding Lu, even if he jumps into the Yellow River, he won't be able to get rid of it. Those people must think he is An Bizhi.What did Ding Lu say just now?An Bi has been disgraced by the royal family?This is a sea of blood and deep hatred, and he will not bear the blame!
"Fuck!" Ding Lu stumbled, plunged into the basket on the side, and rolled into the boat ditch with the frame, and there was a mortal roar from the ditch, "An whore, you bastard, you are so easy to be raped." Don't you know if you don't know!"
"Bless you!"
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