When Wang Xiaobaa opened his eyes, the peach blossoms that bloomed fiercely blinded his eyes. At that moment, he couldn't even tell where he was, and it took a long time to remember that he and Wen Fengjin had returned to the underground palace.
Someone next to him stretched his arms and pressed it on his lower abdomen, making his back tightly against the chest and lower abdomen of the man behind him, and there was a 'third party' between them.
The corners of Wang Xiaobaa's mouth twitched, and the iron fist of justice was held high, and the man behind him groaned in pain.
"Fold."
Wang Xiaobaa sneered: "No, our healing ability is so good, even if it is broken, it can grow!"
After smelling the wind, he breathed a cool breath, and laughed sullenly, "What should I do if it grows crooked?"
Wang Xiaobaa turned back and glared at him: "It wasn't straight!" It turned into a mosquito coil!
"Get up, isn't today the day that your friend came? Although it's turned into a zongzi, let's clean it up, and let people come and see what we're like lying in the coffin with our clothes disheveled!"
Wang Xiaobaa pushed him, slipped his hand into Wen Fengjin's loose robe collar, and felt the firm muscles inside, Wang Xiaobaa was startled, then coughed dryly and touched it several times before he calmly came out of the coffin. climb up.
Wen Fengjin squinted his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of skin contact. When the hand left, his deep pupils slightly expanded, and Wen Fengjin silently pressed his tongue against his teeth.
After changing into a new Huochi suit, Wang Xiaobaa sat on the round stool, her long and cumbersome hair was gently combed with a horn comb, and finally tied with a hair tie and tied with a jade crown hairpin.
When Wang Xiaoba took Wen Fengjin to stand in front of the bronze mirror to sort out his clothes, he closed his eyes and called out to Muyi like Wen Fengjin.
When Wen Feng was done, Mu Yi and the others also came to the side hall.
"Well... what do you need to use to entertain guests?" Wang Xiaobaa hesitated for a while to arrange tasks one by one for Mu Yimu's dozen. "There are many organs in the tomb palace, Mu San, go and close everything that can be closed, what if people fall into a corner when they walk to the door, and those merman lights, they can be lit as much as possible. Make it brighter…”
"We still have a lot of beautiful cups in our side hall... I don't know where to entertain the other party when they come." Wang Xiaoba turned his head and asked Wen Fengjing. "Where did you drink from last time?"
Hearing Wang Xiaoba's arrangement with great interest, Wen Feng laughed 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, then Mu Wu, put the small table and futon cushions on the side hall. , and those nice wine glasses."
"By the way! He also said drinking, why didn't I know that there was wine in our tomb!" Wang Xiaoba stared at Wen Feng, "You are still hiding wine behind my back?"
"It was buried during the burial, and I rarely drink it." Wen Feng couldn't help laughing, looking at Wang Xiaoba, who was seriously instructing and racking his brains to arrange the tomb palace, and said with a smile, "It really has the demeanor of my Wen family mistress. "
Wang Xiaobaa: "...Bah."
Who is the mistress? You are the mistress! Believe it or not, I took off my pants and checked my body to show you!
Wang Xiaobaa rolled his eyes at him, urging Wen Feng to go as soon as possible, Mu Yi and a few got the order and jumped out happily to do their own things, seeming to think it was fun, and regarded it as a kind of game.
Even Wen Fengjin was instructed to work by Wang Xiaobaa, and he did it with a sense of joy that confused Wang Xiaobaa.
He didn't know how serious and careful he was in Wen Fengjin's eyes, as if he regarded the tomb palace as his home, and he also had a sense of belonging to the tomb palace.
After Wang Xiaobaa's busy work is over, the entire tomb palace will look brand new - not really, at least the bright lights give people a warmth of being inhabited.
It also gave Wang Xiaobaa a little sense of accomplishment.
He just wanted to ask when Wen Fengjing would come, but Wen Fengjing said, "Here."
At this time, Wang Xiaobaa and Wen Fengjin were standing on the cliff pavilion connecting to the high platform, arm in arm. Wen Yan Wang Xiaobaa stood up straight and looked outside.
The unextinguished merman lights illuminated the entire side hall in rows, and a group of people quickly appeared in their field of vision...
It was a young man wearing a military general's clothes and holding something in his arms, with a beast head corset and soft armor draped over his body, a long sword around his waist, and copper-studded boots walking out on the ground 'click da da' The sound, he did not wear a helmet, just tied his high hair with a forehead and a long feather crown, like a little general in a certain game, walking with great strides, unrestrainedly relaxed, and wearing a suit that is not cumbersome but very light. , As for the age, the face is probably only about nineteen years old.
Wang Xiaobaa: ... Of course, he was probably 19 years old when he was alive. As for how many years he died... I heard rumors that it has been a thousand years.
The 'people' who were vaguely accompanying him did not leave after approaching the side hall.
Until that young general was still moving forward, the other party's appearance was not as straight and ugly as a zombie imagined by Wang Xiaobaa, but rather like a living person. When he walked in, Wang Xiaobaa could see his hand clearly. It's not holding something, but a person.
A man wrapped tightly and without legs...
The other party obviously saw them too. He showed a hearty smile to Wen Fengjin without losing his respect. When he looked at Wang Xiaoba, who was standing arm in arm with Wen Fengjin, he showed a surprised expression.
Then he raised his eyebrows high.
When he came to the front, before Wang Xiaoba could say hello, he said, "Congratulations to Senior Wen, this is Mrs. Wen? I didn't expect to see the day you woke up." On the arms that were together, there was a bit of envy in the tone.
"The two have a strong relationship. Unlike me and my wife, he only makes me angry."
Wen Fengjin heard the words with a smile in his eyes, showing off without a trace: "Senior brother is indeed very considerate to me."
Wang Xiaobaa: … What are you considerate about? The iron fist of Masayoshi Son who gave you this morning
And ma'am? Wang Xiaobaa secretly looked at the serious person wrapped 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 sacrificed by the blood of the devil, so you have such a sound body and consciousness. My wife and I both cultivated little by little from ordinary zombies, and I am also the first two. After a hundred years, her red hair has faded and she has become a 'dry raven'. She has regained her full consciousness and the ability to walk freely. As for my wife, her practice is very slow, and she can't speak yet."
He tore apart the white cloth wrapping the person in his arms, revealing a shriveled ghost hand with needle-like purple hair and black nails, which almost made Wang Xiaoba jump up in fright.
Wen Feng took him a little closer without a trace, so that Wang Xiaobaa swallowed and calmed down.
The young general on the opposite side didn't think his 'madam' was weird at all. Instead, he held the person in his arms sweetly with one hand, and held the ghost hand with the other to his lips and kissed him.
Wang Xiaobaa: ... !
Holy crap, is this also worth talking about? Does the hair not prick the mouth? I fucking believe in true love again!
Hearing the wind, it was no surprise that he pulled the stiff Wang Xiaoba and led the young man to the small low table arranged under the acacia tree to take a seat.
The small table was already simmering with hot wine, and the wine that had been hidden for many years exudes its own wine aroma even more vigorously under the heat. As soon as he sat down, the young general smelled the aroma of wine and praised several times, "Okay." liquor'.
Although there were only three futons, Wang Xiaobaa didn't call Mu Yi and the others to see that the young generals didn't put down the 'madam' in his arms even if he was greedy for wine.
"Xiaobaa." Wen Fengjin suddenly called him.
Wang Xiaoba hurriedly sat up straight, "What's wrong?"
Wen Feng smiled, "I haven't officially introduced it yet, this is the friend I mentioned to you, he is the general of Da'an two hundred years after you and I died, his name is An Kai, and by his side is his wife, An Be quiet."
Wang Xiaoba quickly nodded to An Kai.
Wen Fengjin said to An Kai: "As for my senior brother, you already know him, so I won't introduce too much."
"Madam, I've seen it the last time I came, although you weren't awake at that time." An Kai sat between his crossed legs while protecting the person in his arms, and said, "I'm a military attache, and I used to be with my senior. I mentioned that the two of you are famous figures in history, I always yearned for the relationship between the two of you back then, but I never thought that I would never meet them when I was alive, but after my death, I got to know the two thanks to Senior Wen's persistence."
"...hehe, I've been awarded prizes."
go down in history
Are you sure it's not stinking forever? The corners of Wang Xiaobaa's mouth twitched, thinking of the things that Wen Fengjing did before his death, not to mention after his death, it's strange that Wen Fengjing didn't lift the emperor's house.
And our feelings? Wang Xiaobaa thought blankly, what kind of relationship did Wen Feng and I have in those days
Oh, it's the kind of us who abused each other, and in the end I died, and I still sacrificed for love
Ha ha.
What is there to yearn for? I rely on it!
No matter how much Wang Xiaobaa complained in her heart, in the face of Wen Fengjin's friends, Wang Xiaobaa couldn't show no respect like she usually did to Wen Fengjin. It was the first time they saw each other, and Wang Xiaobaa still wanted to hear it. In front of windy friends, he performed better.
Therefore, Wang Xiaobaa tried to sit dignifiedly and smiled gracefully.
The gathering of ancient friends is actually a little simpler than eating and drinking with good friends today.
Even An Kai, a general, wouldn't brag about it carelessly. Instead, he used some gorgeous rhetoric and poems to talk to the big guy about business, and occasionally he could chat about the popular ditties back then, the elegant words. Wang Xiaoba was in a fog when he heard it.
An Kai talked a little about the past, and then he knew that An Kai was the grandson of Duke Qing, and even if he became a military commander later, he was a wealthy family, and his education was naturally not bad.
Even if it is a zongzi, it is also the rich and handsome among the zongzi.
However, the ancient wealthy and noble families were more important than relationships. Ninety percent of the parents were married and matched. Wang Xiaoba took a peek at the 'madam' in An Kai's arms. I didn't expect that in such a background environment , There is still a good man who is so loyal to his wife even if he is a zongzi.
Wen Fengjing also said that An Kai was similar to him
Where are the similarities
Are they all men
Wang Xiaoba secretly compares the middle finger to the wild man in his family.