I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

When Wang Xiaobaa opened his eyes, the intensely blooming peach blossoms dazzled his eyes. At that moment, he couldn't even tell where he was, and it took him a long time to remember that he and Wen Fengjin had returned to the underground palace.

Someone beside him stretched out his arms and pressed his lower abdomen, making his back tightly against the chest and lower abdomen of the person behind him, and there was a 'third party' between them.

The corner of Wang Xiaobaa's mouth twitched, and he raised his iron fist of justice and hammered it over. The man behind him groaned in pain, his chin resting on Wang Xiaobaa's shoulder and said hoarsely and stickily, "It hurts."

"Folded."

Wang Xiaobaa sneered: "No, how good our healing ability is, even if it is broken, it can grow back!"

Hearing the wind, he breathed coolly, and laughed muffledly, "What should I do if my hair is crooked?"

Wang Xiaobaa turned her head and glared at him: "It's not straight at all!" It was bent like a mosquito coil!

"Get up, isn't today the day that your friend came? Although it has become rice dumplings, let's clean it up anyway, let people come to see what we look like lying in the coffin in disheveled clothes!"

Wang Xiaobaa pushed him, slipped her hand into Wen Fengjin's already loose robe collar, touched the firm muscles inside, Wang Xiaobaa was startled, then coughed dryly and touched it several times before getting out of the coffin as if nothing had happened. climb up.

Wen Fengjin squinted his eyes to enjoy the feeling of skin contact, when the hand left, his deep pupils dilated slightly, Wen Fengjin silently pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth.

Changing into a new fire suit, Wang Xiaobaa sat on a round stool, her long and somewhat cumbersome hair was gently combed by the wind, and finally tied up with a hair tie and a jade crown hairpin.

When Wang Xiaobaa rode Wen Fengjin to stand in front of the waiting bronze mirror to adjust her clothes, she closed her eyes like Wen Fengjin and called to Mu Yi and the others.

When Wen Feng was done, Mu Yi and the others also came to the side hall.

"Hmm... What do you need to entertain guests?" Wang Xiaobaa hesitated for a while and arranged tasks for Mu Yimu and a dozen of them one by one. "There are many traps in the tomb, Mu San, go and close all the ones that can be closed. What if they fall into a corner when they go to the door, and those mermaid lamps, light up all that can be turned on, try your best!" Make it brighter..."

"We still have a lot of beautiful cups in our side hall... I don't know where to serve the other party when they come." Wang Xiaobaa turned her head and asked Wenfeng. "Where did you drink from last time?"

Listening to Wang Xiaobaa's arrangement with great interest, Wen Feng smiled lightly, "It's under the tree."

"Fine……"

Wang Xiaobaa thought for a while and said, "Xiao Wenzi, take down the coffin and put it in the side hall first. It's not good to put a 'bed' when drinking, and then Mu Wu, put the small table and futon cushions in the side hall. , and those beautiful wine glasses."

"By the way! You also said to drink, why didn't I know there was wine in our tomb!" Wang Xiaobaa stared at the wind, "You still hide the wine behind my back?"

"It was buried during the burial, and I seldom drink it." Wen Feng could not help laughing, looked at Wang Xiaobaa who was earnestly directing and racking his brains to arrange the tomb, and said with a smile, "It really looks like the mistress of the Wen family. "

Wang Xiaobaa: "... Bah."

Who is the Matron?You are the mistress!Believe it or not, I took off my pants to verify my body and show you!

Wang Xiaobaa rolled her eyes at him, and urged Wenfeng to go as soon as possible, Mu Yi and the others jumped out happily after getting the order, and seemed to think it was quite fun, treating it as a game.

Even Wen Fengjin was directed by Wang Xiaobaa to work, and he did it with a sense of pleasure that confused Wang Xiaobaa.

He didn't know that the earnest and careful look in Wen Fengjin's eyes seemed to regard the tomb as his home, and he also had a sense of belonging to the tomb.

After Wang Xiaobaa finished her busy work, the whole tomb palace took on a new look—not really, at least the bright lights gave people a warm feeling of being inhabited.

It also gave Wang Xiaobaa a sense of accomplishment.

He just wanted to ask when that person Wen Fengjin would come, but Wen Fengjin said, "Here he is."

At this time, Wang Xiaobaa was standing arm in arm with Wen Fengjin on the cliff pavilion connected to the high platform. Hearing this, Wang Xiaobaa stood up straight and looked outside.

Rows of unextinguishable merman lamps illuminated the entire side hall, and a group of people quickly appeared in their field of vision...

It was a young man wearing a general's clothes and holding something in his arms, with a beast head around his waist and a soft armor draped over his body, with a long sword on his waist, and boots inlaid with copper pieces came out on the ground with a 'click click' He didn't wear a helmet, he just wore high hair with a forehead and a long feather crown, like a little general in a certain game, walking with strides, relaxed, and his outfit was not cumbersome but very light , As for the age, it is probably only about 19 years old depending on the face.

Wang Xiaobaa: ...Of course, he may have been 19 years old when he was alive. As for how many years he died... I heard that it was 1000 years old.

The 'person' who followed him vaguely did not leave after approaching the side hall.

Until the young general continued to move forward, the appearance of the other party was not as straight and ugly as a zombie in Wang Xiaobaa's imagination, but rather like a living person. When he walked in, Wang Xiaobaa could see clearly what was in his hand. What you hold is not something, but a person.

A tightly wrapped man with no legs...

The other party obviously saw them too, he showed a hearty smile to Wen Fengjin without losing respect, and when he looked at Wang Xiaobaa who was standing arm in arm with Wen Fengjin, he showed a surprised expression.

Then raised his eyebrows high.

When he came to the front, before Wang Xiaobaa could say hello, he said, "Congratulations, senior Wen, this is Mrs. Wen? I never expected to see the day when you wake up." On the arm together, there was a bit of envy in his tone.

"The two have a very strong relationship. Unlike me and my wife, he will only make me angry."

Hearing the wind and hearing the words, there was a smile in his eyes, and he showed off with a little trace: "Senior brother is really considerate to me."

Wang Xiaobaa: ...What is considerate?Did you give your sonless justice an iron fist this morning?

And madam?Wang Xiaobaa secretly looked at the tightly packed person in the arms of the young general, "Uh, this is your wife? Why doesn't she speak?"

"Speak?" The young military general grinned, "You were nourished by the blood sacrifice of the demon king, so you have such a sound body and consciousness. My wife and I have cultivated little by little from ordinary zombies, and I am also a top 200 Nian lost her red hair and became a 'Drought Demon' and regained full consciousness and the ability to walk freely. As for my wife, she is very slow in her practice and she still can't speak."

He tore off the white cloth wrapping the person in his arms a little, revealing a shriveled ghost hand with needle-like purple hair and pitch-black nails, which almost made Wang Xiaobaa jump up in fright.

Wenfeng pulled him closer without any trace, making Wang Xiaobaa swallow her saliva and calm down.

The young general on the opposite side didn't think there was anything weird about his 'wife' at all. Instead, he sweetly held the person in his arms with one hand, and held the ghost hand with the other, and kissed him.

Wang Xiaobaa: ...!

Fuck, is this even worth talking about?Does the hair prick the mouth?I fucking believe in true love again!

Hearing the wind, it was not surprising that he pulled the stiff Wang Xiaobaa to lead the young man to sit at the small table arranged under the acacia tree.

The small table has already been simmering with hot wine, and the fine wine that has been hidden for many years is exuding its own aroma even more vigorously under the heat. As soon as he was seated, the young general sniffed the aroma of the wine and praised several times, "Okay liquor'.

Although only three futons were laid out, Wang Xiaobaa didn't call Mu Yi and the others to come over, seeing that the young general didn't let go of the 'Madam' in his arms even if he was gluttonous.

"Xiaobaa." Wen Fengjin called him suddenly.

Wang Xiaobaa quickly sat up straight, "What's wrong?"

Hearing the wind, he smiled, "I haven't officially introduced him yet. This is the friend I mentioned to you. He was a general of the Da'an Kingdom 200 years after you and I died. His name was An Kai. His wife, An Cheng, was beside him. quiet."

Wang Xiaobaa hurriedly nodded to An Qie.

Wen Feng said to An Qi: "As for my senior brother, you already know him, so I won't introduce too much."

"Madam, I have seen you the last time I came, although you were not awake at that time." An Qi sat between her legs crossed while protecting the person in her arms, and said, "I am a military officer. As I mentioned, you two are people who are famous in history. Back then, I always yearned for the relationship between the two of you, but I never thought that I would never meet them when I was alive, but after I died, I got to know the two of you thanks to the perseverance of Senior Wen."

"...hehe, it's too much for the prize."

go down in history?

Are you sure you're not infamous?The corners of Wang Xiaobaa's mouth twitched, thinking of the things Wen Feng did before his death, let alone after his death, it's strange that Wen Feng didn't demolish the emperor's house.

And our feelings?Wang Xiaobaa thought blankly, what kind of relationship did Wenfeng and I have back then?

Oh, it's the kind where the two of us abused each other with blood, and in the end I died and died for love after hearing all the rumors?

Ha ha.

What is there to yearn for? Damn!

No matter how much Wang Xiaobaa complains in her heart, but facing Wen Fengjin's friends, Wang Xiaobaa can't lose face like she usually does to Wen Fengjin. The one who behaved better in front of Fengjin's friends.

So Wang Xiaobaa tried to sit as dignified as possible, and smiled gracefully.

In ancient times, getting together with friends was actually simpler than eating and drinking with good friends today.

Even An Kai, a military general, would not brag carelessly. Instead, he used some gorgeous rhetoric and poems to brag about the business of the big man. Wang Xiaobaa was in a fog when he heard it.

An Qi talked a little bit about the past, and then he realized that An Qi was the grandson of Lord Qing, even if he became a military commander later, he was also a wealthy and honorable man, and his education was naturally not bad.

Even Zongzi is tall, rich and handsome among Zongzi.

However, the noble family in ancient times valued the family far more than the relationship. 90.00% of the marriages of the parents were well-matched. There is such a good man who will never leave his wife even if he becomes a zongzi.

After hearing all the rumors, An Qi was also said to be similar to him?

Where are the similarities?

Are they all men?

Wang Xiaobaa secretly gave the middle finger to the wild man in her family.