Although Wu Ming is a ghost cultivator, he doesn't believe in Feng Shui at all.

The "Book of Changes", regarded as a classic by Feng Shui masters of later generations, was originally one of the natural science textbooks in ancient times, but time has passed and the world in ancient times has long since ceased to exist, and the truth at that time can no longer be proved. The "Book of Changes" was handed down together with the text, and then it was deleted, deleted, deleted, revised, and revised by future generations who could not understand it but thought it was right, and finally made it beyond recognition, becoming a metaphysics masterpiece that fools people.

Although Wu Ming couldn't witness the birth of the real "Book of Changes" with his own eyes, he has come into contact with a real old ghost who lived from the Xia Dynasty to the Republic of China.

But even if he hadn't been brainwashed by that old ghost, Wu Ming never believed in fate.

The sheriff certainly didn't believe it either.

He said that there will definitely be a child. Even the infertility experts of later generations dare not give such a guarantee. Why is he so confident?There is only one answer, that is, the child is already there, but it is hidden and not announced!

"Seriously, why did you marry me?" Wu Ming insisted on asking clearly.

"I already told you."

"Bah, do you believe those words?" Wu Ming suddenly had the idea of ​​a prank, leaned forward, and rested his head on the sheriff's shoulder.

Sure enough, the sheriff's body visibly stiffened, and the hand on his chest trembled a few times unconsciously.

"You actually like men more than women, don't you?" Wu Mingchao blew into the sheriff's ear.

The sheriff immediately held his breath, and it took him a long time to say, "Don't mess around."

"If you don't want me to trouble you, just tell me, do you like men?" Wu Ming simply hugged the sheriff's arm and pressed his body against it, "For example, me?"

"Self-respect!" Veins appeared on the sheriff's forehead, and his body became harder and harder like a rock.

"Lying on the bed and talking to the wife you married back home about self-respect, you can't be... that's not okay, right?" Wu Ming poked his hand down maliciously, flirting with something, and soon joked He said, "Isn't this very strong? Isn't it good for nothing? A silver-like pewter gun head?"

"Nonsense!" The sheriff was clearly out of breath, but his whole body was as stiff as if his acupuncture points had been tapped. He neither pushed Wu Ming away nor got up and left the bed.

"You say no with your mouth, but your body is very honest!" Wu Mingxie smiled charmingly and kept moving.

The magistrate's panting soon became rapid.

Wu Ming took the opportunity to ask, "Do you know who I am?"

"Ruan... Orange..."

"who are you?"

"Yan... Heng..."

"When did we first meet?"

"In...the previous life!"

Yan Heng turned over suddenly and pinned Wu Ming under him.

Wu Ming was completely unprepared, and he didn't even have time to move his hand away, but before he could decide whether to accept or resist, the feeling between his fingers told him - there was no need to think about anything.

over.

For a moment, Wu Ming also became stiff.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and the room was almost eerily quiet.

Yan Heng pressed on Wu Ming, buried his head in his neck, and panted heavily.

Wu Ming wanted to push Yan Heng away, but felt that doing so was too much... ruthless, like crossing a river and tearing down bridges, killing donkeys when they were full, scolding the cook when they were full, and beating monks after reading scriptures.

Just as he was struggling, Yan Heng's hoarse voice suddenly came from his ears. "Who are you?"

this……

Wu Ming blinked, not knowing how to answer for a while, glanced at Yan Heng from the corner of his eyes, and found that he was still buried in his neck, did not look up at all, so he replied cautiously: "Ruan Cheng! Didn't you just say that?"

"Ruan Cheng is not like you." Yan Heng replied in a muffled voice.

"Oh, no, it's not." Wu Ming didn't feel murderous intent or hostility from Yan Heng, plus he still held his lifeblood in his hand, so he was naturally very courageous and dared to say anything.

"who are you?"

"I'm not Ruan Cheng, so of course I'm a counterfeit!" Wu Ming said smoothly, "He didn't want to marry you, so he sent me here..."

Before the words were finished, Yan Heng stretched his arms, raised his head, and stared straight at his face.

Wu Ming was taken aback for a moment and then smiled brightly, "Did you see anything?"

Yan Heng didn't answer, raised his right hand, caressed his face, and groped carefully on his cheek.

Wu Ming really wanted to tell Yan Heng that no matter how hard you touched it, it was impossible to find a human skin mask.But seeing how serious he was, Wu Ming couldn't bear to pour cold water on him, so he just raised his chin and asked him to touch his neck too.

"Who are you?" Yan Heng narrowed his eyes and asked again.

"Well, I'm actually Ruan Cheng's twin brother, Ruan Bucheng." Wu Ming blinked.

"Re-edit." Yan Heng began to grind his teeth.

"Well, I actually have a dual personality, that is, there are two souls in my body, sometimes it's me, sometimes it's..."

"Continue to edit!" Yan Heng shouted angrily.

"I can't make it up." Wu Ming blinked again, pretending to be innocent.

"Damn it!" Yan Heng cursed angrily, bowed his head and kissed Wu Ming's lips.

Wu Ming immediately raised his free left hand, covered Yan Heng's mouth without thinking, and pushed his head in the opposite direction.

"Sorry, this won't work." Wu Ming said seriously.

Hug, touch, it doesn't matter.

Kiss, absolutely not.

Yan Heng didn't speak for a long time, but he neither left Wu Ming's body nor his grasp, just stared at Wu Ming, letting his left hand still cover his mouth.

Wu Ming couldn't understand Yan Heng's expression, but felt that his eyes were too dim and unclear, which made people feel uncertain.

After a while, Yan Heng finally left Wu Ming's body without saying a word, got off the bed, and walked towards the clean room with his trousers in his hands.

Wu Ming was stunned, looked down at his right hand, quickly lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, and followed behind Yan Heng.

Noticing Wu Ming's tailing, Yan Heng frowned and said, "Why are you following me?"

"What do you think?" Wu Ming rolled his eyes, and shook his right hand in front of Yan Heng.

"..."

After some washing, the two returned to the bed.

This time, Wu Ming didn't tease Yan Heng again, but still didn't want to sleep, so he hugged the quilt and asked Yan Heng, "Continue talking?"

"What do you want to ask again?" Yan Heng asked coldly.

"How old are you?" Wu Ming pretended not to hear the impatience in Yan Heng's tone.

Yan Heng glanced at Wu Ming, saw him looking at him eagerly, and finally said: "26."

"Hey?" Wu Ming was taken aback, thinking, how could he be so young?Let a 26-year-old guy be the sheriff, did King Qin lose his mind?

"Surprised?" Yan Heng's tone was a little unhappy, "Don't you know my birth date?"

"Should I know?" Wu Ming asked in confusion, but as soon as the words came out, he remembered that they were "married", and one of the six rituals necessary for marriage included asking names - exchanging each other's names and birthdays.So, from this perspective, he really should know.

Yan Heng didn't answer, but asked directly: "How did you get married?"

"How to marry? Just marry like this!" Wu Ming thought for a while, "Suddenly, my family told me to marry someone. This one said he couldn't get married, that one said he couldn't not marry, and the two sides fought back and forth, and you just Marry me away."

"What about yourself? Do you want to marry me?" Yan Heng stared at Wu Ming's face and asked word by word.

"I..." Wu Ming thought for a while, "I still don't understand what's going on!"

Wu Ming really doesn't have any feelings about marrying or marrying.In later generations, the female president married a wife, and the male prime minister married a husband is no longer news, and there is no need to use Feng Shui superstition as an excuse.Compared with marrying Yan Heng, he cared more about how Ruan Er and the Taoist brought him back to the Qin Dynasty from the 21st century, and what happened to this Qin Dynasty, so that it was different from the Qin Dynasty in his memory. Such a big mistake happened in North Korea.

"Do you understand, you are already married." Maybe there was a more intimate contact, this time, Yan Heng stretched out his hand without hesitation and stroked Wu Ming's cheek, "From now on, you are My lady, don't think about anything else."

"So what if you think about it?" Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's fine if you just think about it." Yan Heng caressed Wu Ming's cheek carefully, "The most important thing is that you can't put it into action."

"Hands and feet are growing on me, can you manage it?" Wu Ming rolled his eyes.

Yan Heng raised the corner of his mouth and showed a sinister smile, "Then I'll break your hands and feet, and cut off your tendons."

"Hey, what about it?" Wu Ming shivered.

He could hear that Yan Heng was not joking, he really thought so, and he would definitely do so.

Could it be that the rough guy in front of him is actually a sickly person?

Wu Ming couldn't help feeling a chill.

"If you're afraid, be honest." Yan Heng stretched out his long arms and hugged Wu Ming into his arms, "Stop talking and go to sleep."

"Sleep how to do?"

"Sleep hard."

"Hey--"

"what happened again?"

"If you don't want me to leave, you have to be nice to me."

"As long as you stay honest, I'll pick off the moon for you even if you want it, okay?"

"Of course not, you can't take that thing off at all!"

"..."

"Change to a better method!"

"..."

"If you treat me well, I will treat you well!"

"..."

"At least let me have the final say in this yard, even your people have to listen to me, whether you like it or not!" Wu Ming said while grabbing Yan Heng's lapel and staring.

"Yes." Yan Heng finally responded, "In this yard, you can do whatever you want, even if you miss the sky, I will stand up for you."

"Then what about going out of the yard?" Wu Ming asked persistently, "You can't just lock me in the yard like this, can you? You must let me go out to have some fun, right?"

"What fun are you looking for?" Yan Heng's tone was a little cold.

"That's not necessarily true." Wu Ming said, "For example, if you meet someone who doesn't like you, beat him up hard."

"For example, the maid who was beaten by you today?" Yan Heng immediately raised his eyebrows.

"What's the matter today, I just threw her out without moving my fist." Wu Ming curled his lips in disdain, "Having said that, keep an eye on those women in your backyard, don't let them come and provoke me. Once you hurt someone or kill someone, it's too late for you to be distressed."

"No." Yan Heng said, "Useful people know they are useful, and they won't feel uncomfortable in front of you. Useless people, you can deal with them as you like. It's the same sentence, when the sky falls, I will support you."

"That's what you said, don't regret it." Wu Ming stretched out his little finger.

But Yan Heng looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what it meant.

Well, it is popular in this era to make an oath with a glass of wine, and to make an alliance with blood, instead of such a small and fresh way of agreement as hooking the little finger.

Wu Ming put down his hand helplessly and sighed heavily.

The generation gap thing is annoying!

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