I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

Sure enough, on the day of the accident, I was drinking with Mr. Wan.

Mr. Wan Qi invited me to drink, so I had no choice but to find out her background and prepare for lessons.

It turns out that the power of Wanhua City is held by three surnames and seven families, and the surname Wanqi is called "Xianshan Wan".

There is a fairy mountain in the East China Sea, where vanilla grows everywhere, and it is called Gedao.The aborigines call themselves "Manman". They wear black clothes and Tibetan brocade, and wear hairpins with orchids. They do not marry men or women. They respect their grandmothers and exquisite handicrafts.

The "Xianshan Wan" people moved to the mainland more than 200 years ago, changed their Chinese surnames, and followed Han customs, but after all, they are blood of matrilineal society, and the powerful women in "Xianshan Wan" can speak.

But being able to speak well is limited to speaking human words well. Wan Qi's inversion of male and female, deviant orthodox, is still shocking the world.

Speaking of which, Wanqi and I actually have nothing to talk about.

I don't know how to talk about poetry and songs, but she doesn't know how to talk about American dramas and animations.Banqueting and fighting wine, riding and shooting with bullets, at the end of the chat, the topic always fell back on "women".

There is nothing more embarrassing than talking to a woman about women.

If there is, it is probably because this woman is eager to talk to you about men now.

Manmin people don't wear black robes when they entertain guests in their houses, but only wear the heavy brocade clothes under the robes.Wan Qi has a plain face today, looking younger, he actually has a bit of innocent meaning, but with a mouth, he whines and runs the little train: "In the past, the Dajing Chunjiang Bibo two roads gave birth to the best rabbits, and Bibo's poor family The children are about to reach the age of Dancing Elephant, and the parents, brother Zhang Luoqi, are as straight as a married daughter, but it is a pity that they have not been able to enjoy their prosperity. Although Linhai barely retains a third of the elegant aftertaste, it is still more difficult to find a cunning than a beautiful concubine. "

A girl with a slender waist and big breasts beside her quit, threw herself into her arms and rolled over: "Master said that again! Anyway, we are not worth as much as Brother Cicada!" Wan Qi said: "Why are you so sour? Let Mr. Qin It's a joke." She said so, but rubbed her hands up and down, the girl showed the tips of her small white teeth, angrily bit her collarbone, Wan Qi smiled and let out an ouch.

The two beautiful girls played on the spot, which was very pleasing to the eye, but there was a man in the room who didn't seem to like watching it as much as I did.Brother Cicada painted his eyebrows with Fu Fen, and Shuang Luzi tapped on the chessboard, and said with a smile, "I told you that she was not angry, but I still wouldn't believe it. Now I dare to act stupid in front of you." Turning around Face came and made a please gesture to me.

I was killed long ago and threw away my helmet and armor. After thinking for a long time, I couldn't find a way, so I simply made a random move.

In addition to the pack horse servants on this trip, Wan Qi actually brought two females and one male with three concubines, Ji Luan. To show that she and I are not outsiders, within two days of our hanging out, she called everyone to perform at the banquet.Of the two girls, one is good at music and the other is good at piano, and the other young man is good at sword dancing and Shuanglu playing.

It is often said that ancient China was quite tolerant of homosexuality, but after observing it closely over the past few days, I don't think it is tolerant or not.

It doesn't even seem homosexual.

Because one of them is not very human at all.How many beautiful cats and cute dogs are raised, and how many owners have to separate male and female?

Wan Qi stroked the girl's smooth and tender back like a cat: "Don't be angry, if you talk about appearance, you are not as good as a cicada. But if you want to see the Manjusri slave of the son of Qin, I will keep you ashamed."

I was in deep thought, when my name was mentioned, I raised my head: "Huh?"

Wan Qi said: "Let's ask Wen Shu'er to come in for a drink next time. Brother Qin is too unsympathetic to let him sit with those rough things on the porch." She smiled and touched the girl again: " Brother Qin, those two wonderful boys, even if you count the gold beads in the sea, don't even try to find them."

... foot bag horse bag!

Manjushri and I are not the same thing!

I was anxious and hurriedly defended: "He is not...", but suddenly found a more surprising meaning in her words: "Wait a minute... What two?" I was surprised: "Co-authoring Zhuan'er counts? "

Zhuan'er is such a brat who pisses and makes mud, how else can he play tricks on him?

Even if Wan Qi is an old fried dough stick, he can't talk at this time.It was the girl in her arms who giggled: "Look, sir, there are good men in this world who are not greedy."

This is very embarrassing.

It's so hard to die, Manjusri slave still picks this moment to call the door.

He knocked on the door three times and called out: "Master." How could I go out to see him now, so I had to shout even more mercilessly: "What's the matter? Tell me!" Dun said again: "Master Ming must go out and talk."

According to Xiang Qu's virtue, if there is no way for ordinary things to ask me to go out, he would have come in by himself.

Dried fish that is not fragrant in my heart.Wan Qi also changed into Su Rong, and stood up to see me off.

After taking his leave and going out, he saw Xiang Quzheng pacing outside the gate with his horse reined in.Seeing my appearance, he yelled from a distance: "Senior Brother Qin, it's not good!" When I came up to him, he moved up to my lapel and shrugged his nose: "You still want to drink? The one surnamed Zhao ran away!! "

The unsavory dried salted fish finally turned into a new life, but it was never expected to be like this.

I yelled, "What?!"

Mr. Zhao told me overtly and privately several times that he wanted to go back to his former residence.I thought to myself that the eccentric masters in martial arts novels generally want to masturbate.Where is it not closed?The same goes for residential surveillance, why not sell him a favor and reflect the PLA's policy.

Elder Brother Huang was cautious, and he was not very willing. He was half-deviled and half-excused by me, and finally he closed his eyes and sighed, "Oh", I thought he was nodding.Thinking that Mr. Zhao was a bit skilled, he showed his skills when we caught him. I also sent the best students from Zheshou brigade to be guards, and Senior Brother Huang called two more disciples who entered the museum to lead the team.

Today is the second day that Mr. Zhao moved back to the old house.

I asked anxiously, "How did you run away? Where are the guards? What are you doing?"

Xiang Qu said: "I really don't blame the guards. Today when I was delivering food, I found no one in the house. I searched for it several times. Guess what? He actually hid a dirt road in the well, leading directly to Changyan Creek."

I kicked the wall angrily, and Manjusri Nu was leading the horse, and I grabbed the rein: "Hurry up and find it!"

Xiang Qu also got on the horse, and said with seven points of sympathy and three points of shrinking: "Well, he didn't touch yesterday's dinner, and he probably ran for more than an hour or two. Brother Qin, if you can't find it, you must Figure out a way."

What can be done?Should I just run away too?

I was about to answer, but I heard Xiang Qu swallowed: "...otherwise, you bastard, I'm afraid you will also be punished by the military stick."

Although it is an extraordinary period, Shen Xiaoxuan encourages the residents of Qihe City to continue to produce and operate as usual, and there are many boats for transportation and goods on the Changyan River.Mr. Zhao climbed onto one of the boats at random. Firstly, there was no monitoring. Secondly, we didn’t even know when he ran away. We really didn’t know which god to ask for directions.His old-blooded looks are eye-catching, and the people are afraid of Zhengao people, but the whole city posted up the list, but no one exposed it.We were anxious and digging the ground for five or six days, but we found nothing, and now we can't admit it—I really lost people.

Shen Xiaoxuan acted resolutely, and Qin Heng was also a serious person, as soon as the documents seized outside the city were released, accountability would follow right on his heels.

Since I graduated from middle school, I have never been scolded in front of so many people.

The weather was not bad that day, the sky was as blue as washing, and the inside and outside of the state government office were brightly lit.Shen Xiaoxuan and Qin Heng sat at the top, and there were all Zhuo Xiu's personal heirs who could come, as well as a large number of promoted disciples, officers and generals who were in charge of the army. There were more orioles on those trees than usual.

When I was in middle school, I was called to stand in the hallway as punishment, and I was supported by the second qi. I felt that it was not me who was wrong, but this world. I was generous and tragic, and it was not very sad.Now I just feel ashamed and regretful, secretly slapping myself in my heart.

Qin Heng has already taught me three or four times in private, but these few words of "recalcitrant" in class were still scolded like thunderbolts.When the scolding was over and the sentence was pronounced, I immediately felt even worse. I wished I could shrink my 1.9-meter body into the shadow of Guo Jingming, and curled up in the shadow under my heels.

The culprit, Qin Zhan, deservedly led the Twenty Army Sticks, but he also involved a large area.The guarding sergeant and the two disciples who entered the museum were only fined, and they could still make up for it, but senior brother Huang was also broken by five sticks.

I couldn't help but roll out an "Hey!" in my throat, and swallowed it back in a hurry. Now if I say "don't care about him, I'll get beaten for him", I'm afraid that things will get worse.

I had no choice but to bow my head honestly and said: "Punishment."

After I lay down on the punishment bench with my back uncovered and took the first blow, I realized how stubborn Xiang Qu and Mu Lantian are.

It hurts so much, how can they keep silent!

It's not that I haven't suffered from flesh and blood since wearing it.But this army stick is not made of wood, but it looks like a branding iron. When the stick comes down, a layer of human skin will be torn off, but the pain will not dissipate. was beaten into the viscera.

For the first few strokes, I was still counting silently, but after five or six strokes, I got confused.Is it not just me that hurts?One stick after another, passing through me, hurt even the torture bench beneath me.

I didn't know how many times I was hit, and my eyes were both gold stars and mist. I don't know why, but I desperately wanted to raise my head and look into the crowd.

Shen Xiao's face sank like water.Qin Heng frowned tightly, unable to tell whether it was lingering anger or reluctance.Xiang Qu didn't scream when he was beaten, but when I was beaten, he winked and didn't dare to look at me.Lu Zheng couldn't help shivering slightly when he came down with the stick.Xue Kun kicked his heels to make him stand upright.

After enduring and enduring, I finally looked at Shen Shiwei.