[Qin Shimingyue] On the development of love through improper households

I looked at Zhang Xiaomei with a complex expression, and my eyes were deep.

"How did you guess it was me?"

Good job Zhang Liang, you can’t think of me for good things, but I think it’s me who pretends to be a bandit to rob! ...well, you guessed it.

"In the whole world, you are the only one who can match up with ovaries like this, Miss Ji." He withdrew his sword and evoked a clear and shallow smile.

"I haven't seen Xiaoliang for many years, do you miss me? The kind of thinking about dying?" I winked obscenely and said, "I want to marry you every day!"

"Miss Ji loves her so much, Zifang can't bear it."

This time, he didn't blush, nor frowned, nor did he open his mouth and shut his mouth, but knew how to use the most gentle and polite words to decline.

I am in awe of little sage Zhuang, he taught him really well.

"Ovary is your word?"

"Yes." Zhang Liang paused and said, "It was taken by Zifang's master."

"You sound very educated when you hear it." I said with emotion, "But Zifang, you still don't understand your master's good intentions."

"Why did Miss Ji say that?"

"Zi House Fang, the two characters are separated, Zi and Fang. Zi is a son, and Fang is a house. Doesn't it mean that you are looking forward to getting married soon?"

"...Miss Ji has a lot of imagination, and Zifang admires her. However, Zifang is not Miss Ji's beau, so please find another good match."

After all, he is disregarding the relationship between me and him... Who am I?How could the only son of the Ji family give up so easily?

"Xiaoliang... Cough, Zifang, if you don't want to marry into the General's Mansion, that's fine, then I'll feel wronged and marry into Xiangguo's Mansion."

"Miss Ji, marriage is not a trifling matter." Zhang Liang turned around and walked to the carriage, "Ovary is going ahead, I'm tired after a long journey."

"It's okay... the future will last forever."

I looked up at the sky, and it was already sunset.

Although Zhang Liang's back is thin, it is as tall and straight as a young poplar tree. In the afterglow of the setting sun, there is a bit of coldness and stubbornness.

I never thought that later, I would stare at such a back, ride a white horse, and ride the ten-mile spring breeze... to marry another girl.

I used to think that he was the sun, who would shine golden light on my dim and lonely life, but I didn't expect that he was a gust of dark wind, which blew out the few candles that were few.

If one plan fails, I have to think of another countermeasure.Looking at Chubby Baifeng who was squatting on the ground and eating sugar cakes, and Wange who was silently staring at the three baskets of peach petals, I had another idea in my heart.

"If the general finds out about this, Zhen, you will be severely punished." Mo Ya stood on the branch by the window and said casually.

I was dressed as a little cook, and I shook my dirty flour-smeared hands at Mo Crow: "Don't worry, I have my own discretion in this matter."

I worked secretly in the general's mansion for a few days, and finally developed the most delicious peach blossom cake, which is full of color, fragrance and taste.

"Try it and see how it tastes." I smiled all over my face.

"It's full of color and fragrance, and it's indeed the son's proud work." As expected of Mo Crow, I felt so comfortable hearing these words.

"Very good." Wan Ge said expressionlessly.

"It's enough." Bai Feng said with a puffed face while stuffing peach blossom cakes into his mouth, "It's probably enough to catch Zhang Liang."

If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture a man's stomach.

My second plan is to capture Zhang Liang with food.

However, if I did this and sent the peach blossom cake to Zhang Liang, the kid would never eat it, for fear that there might be some charming (beep——) medicine in it, so I tried to sneak into the Xiangguo Mansion and take charge of it every day. Zhang Liang's diet and daily life, when he gets used to the things I make, he will definitely be inseparable from me, and when this kid realizes the importance of my son, ahem, the day when he hugs the beauty will not be far away.

So how to get into the Prime Minister's Mansion?

I racked my brains for a day and finally came up with someone, Zhang Liang's younger brother Zhang Yuan.Zhang Yuan and Bai Feng are about the same age, and they both look tender and woofy. Although one is a son of a family from the Xiangguo Mansion, and the other is a young killer from the General's Mansion, the two still share a common trait in their spare time. Hobbies - doing good things.

Today Bai Feng helped an old lady who had fallen down, and tomorrow Zhang Yuan was going to help an old man across the street. I could often catch glimpses of these two little guys looking for good things to do all over the street, and secretly competing with each other.Zhang Yuan's scheming and IQ are not as good as Zhang Liang's, so it's easy to start with him.

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Xinzheng North Street is full of people coming and going.

A young man in gray clothes knelt on the side of the road, his face was dirty and his facial features were unsympathetic. Next to him was a coffin made of rotten wood. On the ground in front of him were written in large crooked characters: Selling one's body to bury one's father.

No doubt, this is my way.According to Bai Feng, Zhang Yuan will come to North Street to do good deeds today, and this is his only way.Although Mo Crow strongly opposed it, he finally reluctantly joined my project for a poor boy. At this time, he was lying in a broken coffin pretending to be a dead body.

"Huh, Niqu, you haven't paid off the money you owe to my uncle's family, and you have to pay me back the money you sold yourself first! This uncle has been short of money for a few days and won't go to Cuixiang Tower to see Princess Xiangxiang!" The dandy who yelled was Ling Xiao, one of the four young masters of the Ji family.

In order to add to the tragic degree of this bitter plan, I specifically ordered the Ji Mansion's four little strongmen to come over and smash the scene for me.This time there was no rehearsal, and no lines were arranged for them, so as not to get confused after memorizing a few sentences, it was up to them to play freely.

"Niqi, you little slut, you sell yourself to bury your father just like others, and you don't take a piss to see how much you are worth." Yue Qing is acting in her true colors, praise first.

"Brothers, we are here to spoil the scene. I think Niqi's father has been upset for a long time and smashed his coffin!" Zijing, Mo Crow has never treated you badly. Are you not afraid that he will retaliate against you after you cheat him so much?

This coffin has no soundproof effect.

"No, don't!" I threw myself in front of the coffin, looked up at Si Xiaoqiang with tears in my eyes, and begged, "Please, don't touch my father's coffin!"

"stop!"

A clear voice came from the opposite side, I raised my head, and saw a young man carved in jade, separated from the crowd.On his face, there is a bit of unruly and arrogance, with the heroic spirit of helping the world and serving the people, and the nobility of being pampered.That appearance, very much like Zhang Liang three years ago.

And what surprised me was, who was that tall and tall beauty standing next to the young man but Zhang Liang?

"Where did you come from, you dare to spoil my good deeds, I don't know that my master—" Before Ling Xiao finished speaking, Zhang Yuan's fan bone had already been thrown over.

I said Moya, isn't the training you are giving them too much water now?One hit and you'll be caught in seconds, it's no wonder if the father knows if he doesn't beat you to death!

"Brothers, give it to me!"

Among the remaining three small powerhouses, Yueqing's force value is not weak, and Zhang Yuan gradually fell into the disadvantage. I used my eyes to signal Yueqing to stop, and quickly withdraw, but this kid is still fighting harder and harder.Just when I was hesitating whether to rush forward to protect Zhang Yuan with my body, beautiful Zhang Liang made a move.

His swordsmanship is like flowing clouds and flowing water, elegant and beautiful, completely different from Wan Ge's fierce and aggressive swordsmanship. He didn't kill Si Xiaoqiang, but just said lightly: "I've offended you."

Zhang Liang's gaze fell on my face, I stared back at him blankly, thinking to myself that luckily Wan Ge gave me voice-changing medicine to change my appearance, otherwise he would definitely see the flaws.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yuan squeezed over and asked.

"Master Hui, this slave is called...Niqu."

"He's a poor man, would you like to go back home with me and elder brother?"

"The slave is willing."

Oh yeah!The first step of the second plan, success!

I excitedly got up from the ground, but because I had been kneeling for too long, my legs gave way and I fell forward. At the moment when I was about to touch the ground, Zhang Liang stretched out his hand to support me.

"Be careful," he warned.

His brows have the look of this world, otherwise how can I think of him when I see the moonlight, the sunset and the peach blossoms? (Good secondary ==)

"My lord, you're so kind!" I reached out and wiped away my tears indiscriminately, Bhaga, Mo Ya applied too much tear gas, and the tears couldn't stop.

Zhang Liang handed me a brocade handkerchief, and I was about to reach out to catch it, but I caught a glimpse of a delicate peach blossom embroidered on it, and the word "Shu".Shu... Shui Shuzi! !How could I forget this guy!Rival number one!And this embroidery is obviously much better than mine!

I took the handkerchief, wiped away my tears as if venting my anger, and wiped my nose vigorously—"Master, this handkerchief is dirty, I will give you a new one someday."

"No need." Zhang Liang frowned slightly, as if he felt sorry for his brocade handkerchief.

Damn it, little fairy Shui Shuzi, I will definitely burn your handkerchief for you.

I was brought back to Xiangguo Mansion by Zhang Liang, and Zhang Yuan, he...he went to help me bury my father.

I wanted to stop it at first, because the ink crow was still lying in it, but I was afraid of revealing my flaws, so I could only secretly pray that the ink crow would break out of the ground by itself.

The author has something to say: Zhang Liang in Qin Shili called himself the ovary many times, so the setting also calls himself the ovary. (Because I think it's weird to call myself good, but the ovary sounds nice)