I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

For the next one or two days, they will talk about the grandeur of heaven and earth and the yin of the Zongshe, and they will do nothing more than give banquets and wine, and sing songs at night and at night.Chen Fang had never fought a battle, but the Generalissimo sealed the three sons for no money, and Ying, Shen and Qin's family remained intact.Speaking of himself, he would not ascend the throne until Qiongjing was restored.

Qiongjing was burned by Yang Yande's ancestors to make white land, and now it is renamed Yongshun. It has not regained its vitality for decades, and now it is just a small town that is slumped.But if you want to go to Qiongjing, you must take Guiyun.The silver bridle of this trip was only left to the eldest son of Ying to look after the house, and seven out of ten sailors came to accompany him, showing their fangs, trying to gnaw at Guiyun's tough bone.

When Marshal Ying Huanying sat with Qin Heng and Shen Xiaoxuan, I realized that it was not an illusion that I was by the river before.

Although Marshal Ying is ten years older than Qin and Chen, he has always been a brother, but now he looks like they are more than a generation older.Although he wasn't necessarily thin, he couldn't support his giant spirit-like body any longer, and he seemed to be wearing a borrowed coat, which was thin and didn't fit well.

Chen Fang also seemed to be a different person, he could not be called progress, it was called evolution, and he didn't know how Silver Bridle was trained.

Now that he is in the supreme position, he has less bad habits. Although his speech is still not very elegant, his demeanor is modest and his temperament is not as surly as before.I felt like I was facing a big enemy, but I didn't expect to hit nothing with one punch.

But Shen Zhiwei sees everyone as the worst, and only thinks that Chen Fang is still the same Chen Fang.

While not looking around, he pointed at the real dragon species with greasy chopsticks: "These days your Majesty sits, sleeps, eats, and eats all the best. If he is really a nobleman since he was a child, he will take it for granted. It's a pity. When His Majesty waited for it, he grabbed it tightly and looked around. The most interesting thing is that if the wine and food he ate were inexhaustible, and he had never given them to the servants, he must throw them under the table and step on them. "Shen Shiwei sneered, and threw the chopsticks back on the table: "In the end, I still have a small heart. But if you know how to restrain your temper, be hypocritical and submissive, even if you have more inspiration, it does have some effect."

He raised his chin falsely and asked me to look at Marshal Ying's family.

Ying Changfeng stood silently, and now he is also leading the Imperial Forest Army.The happiest thing is Ying Xiaolu, seeing her father and brother again, the sky is clear, and she has been following her brother for the past few days.

And Marshal Ying kept his eyes on Chen Fang.

His eyes were full of inexplicable longing, but the corners of his wrinkled eyes seemed to hide traces of resentment.

At this moment, the servant behind Chen Fang's shoulder didn't know what the master had heard, so he stepped back and left the table, saying loudly all the way: "Pass the pen and ink! Pass the pen and ink!" The voice was sharp. Could it be that the silver bridle village really eunuched a few of Chen Fang so quickly? Eunuch?

After a while, someone brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but brought it to Shen Xiaoxuan.

Chen Fang stood up, and naturally no one dared to sit down.He kicked away the dragon liver and phoenix marrow that he had trampled into mud on the ground, and held up the golden cup: "Everyone!" In the respectful silence, he said loudly: "I made up a word in a hurry this winter, and I will chant it today, with a strong demeanor!"

The whole hall is full of Shengxiao, Shen Xiaoxuan is a master of calligraphy, he brushes the paper and hangs a pen, and only waits for him to recite a sentence, and then writes down a sentence.

Chen Fang took a breath, raised his hands to the sky, and chanted, "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow..."

I can't believe my ears.

I turned to Shen Shiwei abruptly, almost pulling my neck, but saw that he was indifferent, smiling at Chen Fang—he was also in a daze, how can I expect him, a native, to find out what's wrong?

Although the sheng and flute stopped, the big drum got a signal, and after Chen Fang recited a word, he beat it like a reminder, with the vigor of a mountain.

I had nothing to vent, so I had to squeeze the chopsticks that I hadn't put down and hid in my sleeves just now.With a crisp sound, the ebony chopsticks inlaid with silver were pinched and broken. Fortunately, the drumbeat was beating on the "causing countless heroes to bend their waists", covering up the "click".

Chen Fang didn't look into this change at all, his lips and teeth were raised, and the arrogance on his face was mixed with the smell of alcohol: "I cherish the Qin Emperor, Hanwu, a little less literary talent; Tang Zong and Song Zu, a little less coquettish!"

My face was also red, I don't know whether it was shock or embarrassment, I just hoped that he would finish singing soon.

Fortunately, the length of this word is moderate, and it did not cause me too much trouble when I recited the full text back then.When Shen Xiaoxuan finished writing "Let's see the present", the drumbeat ended, and there was only a moment of torture.

Chen Fang finally sat down amidst thunderous applause.

This is really the most ridiculous scene I've ever seen.

As soon as I let go, the broken chopsticks jumped down and hit Shen Shiwei's leg.

He shook the hem of his clothes with a look of disgust, drove the small piece of wood away, frowned and said: "Senior brother Qin is shaken, why is he so heartbroken?"

I didn't know what expression to make, and I couldn't tell the truth, so I sat down and couldn't laugh or cry: "Junior Brother Shen, you... what do you think of Your Majesty's poem?"

Shen Zhiwei said: "Brother Qin also suddenly likes singing?" Ancestor, the classical language is abstruse, haha, I don’t know what to say, and I have never heard of it, and the screen master who wrote this is also interesting. What’s so incredible about it?”

I thought to myself, even if you know the goods, Taizu's words, can you not have the air of an emperor?

If there is one, there are two. Since I can wear it, others can, of course, but when I meet an old friend in a foreign country, why is it Chen Fang?

If he really came from the same place as me, and now there are more than [-] people, he might not be able to repay his ambition by reciting a few poems from the chairman. Maybe there are still many moths waiting for us.Do you want to tell Shen Shiwei?But how can I explain clearly what's going on with me?

I was restless, His Majesty the King of Yue was holding Shen Xiaoxuan's calligraphy full of praise, and asked to make a plaque.He was full of ambition, but Shen Shiwei might not be the only one secretly laughing at him in the hall.

Marshal Ying stood up and bowed deeply.Chen Fang hurriedly asked him to sit down, and Marshal Ying's exuberant voice in the past also subsided now, and the noise in the hall resumed, and for a while he couldn't hear what they were saying clearly.I can only vaguely hear "yellow skin and white hair", and what is "willing to be sent".Chen Fang was surprised at first, then delighted, and then seemed to be evading.

With a clatter, it was Miss Yingsan who stood up as if struck by lightning, and overturned the bowl and chopsticks.

Her father called her repeatedly, but she hid behind her brother instead.Ying Changfeng's face was full of torment, and he clenched his fists like a red-hot iron rod.

I don't know where this song came from.

The third lady gritted her teeth, and finally walked in front of Chen Fang, and knelt heavily.Although she knelt down, her face was raised high, and her voice was also high: "Forgive Xiaolu for not following orders!"

Her words were louder than his father's hoarse voice, and everyone around them looked at it.

Shen Zhiwei's kung fu is better than mine, and his hearing is naturally stronger, so he has been eavesdropping with half-closed eyes since just now.Seeing that I was looking at him inexplicably, he still did not raise his eyelids, and sneered, "Senior Brother Qin. Now do you know why I told you to stay away from Miss San?"