"Don't say that, what kind of supernatural power is this? It's just the application of the theory of all things in the world and the theory of evolution."
Zhou Huaian waved his hand lightly, and embraced her ear canal intimately:
"Actually, what is my real ability, don't you know it."
Of all the women in her house, she is certainly not the most beautiful and outstanding one. But compared to the small pendants that make people love the baby fat, or the gentle and considerate of Qingluo Baishun, or the natural conquest of the quiet and picturesque, Cui Wanrong is in the ancient charm. Underneath is full of scheming.
But the cute blush and shallow dimples that hang on the little face all the year round with a smile, it has its own familiarity and peace of mind; and the urge to lick a few more mouthfuls from time to time. Then he licked and licked it all over, and turned into another indescribable candid style of painting.
"Zhou Lang again..."
Then he saw Hong Yao'er's ear roots, which became crystal clear and red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his eyes were subtly defeated by Zhou Huai'an, before he continued to say in embarrassment:
"It was the slaves who heard about it when they visited those Zhuangzi in Xiangzhou. Everyone said that ever since they moved to the governor’s government, they have been plagued by droughts and floods every year, and they have not heard of disasters for a long time, but they have gained destiny and energy. What about his blessing?"
"I like this rainbow fart."
Zhou Huaian smiled brighter and brighter:
"But it's still the same principle, it's just a proper application of the principle of conformity to all things in the world; don't you ask the common people to ask the ghosts and gods, and the efforts of the people to gather forces into force, hope for the mysterious things that cannot be predicted? Since Yao'er is with I’m the endorsement of a solidarity, and when I have time, I will also read the corresponding doctrine writings, and by the way, I will tell the family members, soldiers and family members a good word..."
"Nunu understands..."
Hongyaoer is also a thoughtful and intimate nod:
"By the way, where are the others in the garden..."
Zhou Huaian also asked again:
"A Luo is in Xinkoushui City outside the city, preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet. Yao Niang went to the new theater of the Ministry of Missions; Wan Rong was a slave who asked her to teach the little waiters in other hospitals and stay together. You should be there too..."
Hong Yaoer said:
"As for Changpu, she is carrying (Bai Jing) Jingniang in the Bieyuan at the moment, busy for those who were sent by Luodu."
"It looks like she has a lot of resentment, but is she still very concerned?"
Zhou Huaian smiled intentionally.
"It's not because Zhou Lang promised her? Besides, after all, they are all orphans and widows whose families are in ruin; it's not a way to leave them there..."
Hong Yaoer spoke in a wide voice:
"Before these people became orphans and widows, the Tang court they relied on and supported, their fathers, brothers, and siblings were in high positions, but they didn't know how many orphans and widows were created in the world either intentionally or unintentionally."
Zhou Huaian said disapprovingly:
"Although that is the case, things weren't the case at that time! Changpu didn't know and didn't have the ability to do it before. Now I can't ignore it when I see it!"
Hong Yaoer continued to feel relieved:
"You are really magnanimous? I remember that Yao'er was originally a family, and he was hit by Chiyu in trouble?"
Zhou Huaian couldn't help holding her little hand and laughed:
"It's called Lang Jun."
Hong Yaoer couldn't help showing a trace of sorrow and melancholy that made people palpitating, but he also had a persistent and gentle and shy smile and continued to say:
"Although Nunu no longer remembers the childhood, but I am grateful that there is still a mother in this world who still loves me, and I am even more grateful that I met Lang Jun to be blessed? So it is inevitable to look forward to it. There are some good causes and good results for the people and things around me! It makes Lang Jun laughed."
"No, no, you are right. Since you have the ability and are willing to practice your ideas and concepts, and are willing to bear all the twists and turns of the process, and the consequences of persevering to the end."
Zhou Huaian said to her in a slightly surprised voice:
"It's not comparable to those shoddy people who only use righteousness and reason to ask and coerce others to do things for themselves, or simply lip service to the truth (such as the rural female boxing and spiritual admiring dogs of later generations, and hating the KMT). This is the real way of goodness."
Immediately he pushed the boat along the river again:
"I'm very fortunate that Yao'er still has such thoughts and feelings. It is indeed a virtuous choice that gives me comfort and peace of mind!"
"Zhou Lang's exaggeration..."
Hong Yao'er couldn't help but blush with shame and soften his whole body. He quickly held down the man's big hand that was about to move, bit his lip lightly to left him and said:
"Actually... the people who have been sent from Xijing and Luodu, etc., there are hundreds of people now, but I don't know how Lang Jun intends to send it out? Some of them have been early for quite some time... Don't blame Changpu and the others for frequent I'm worried."
"It's my fault. I actually overlooked this section in my daily life..."
Zhou Huai'an backhanded her backhand and continued to rub and stop, and said:
"Then what does Lang Jun have for this? Is it appropriate to arrange a suitable arrangement?"
Hong Yaoer tried hard to break free and couldn't prevent it from elsewhere, and only Xia Feiyu could not let him go.
"This is too cheap for this generation. Is it because they were taken over and saved from the rebels in the North, just to be an uncle and then arrange for a good family?"
As Zhou Huaian moved closer to her, he whispered softly:
"No one owes them here, but is there no natural original sin for their origin in this way? However, I have some ideas when you say that."
"Then Langjun, do you want to..."
Hong Yaoer's face changed slightly, but he remembered a certain version of the rumors.
"Of course it is for them to give full play to their own value and usefulness..."
Zhou Huaian began to lick her ears:
"Zhou Lang... Is it over?"
She couldn't help but sighed and wailed:
"how come,"
Zhou Huaian didn't care, and once again licked his delicate and smooth cheek.
"Just let their young song and dance troupe report in, and the older ones will go to the newly opened exclusive girls' school to teach. In short, this experience of pampering yourself can always come in handy, right? Then look at the specifics. The performance determines the next step."
"So that's it..."
Hong Yaoer could not help sighing, but he felt a little relieved; at last, he had lived up to the other party's private tears, and did not make things unpredictable.
"Of course, if there are such lazy people who are devoted to being rice bugs, naturally they don't mind sending them to the village to receive re-education from the hardworking people."
Zhou Huaian added:
"It's still Langjun's thoughtful consideration, Nunu thanked Changpuer on behalf of Changpuer..."
Hong Yao'er couldn't help but said happily; only then did he notice that the little maid waiting around had already retreated like a tidal stream, and she couldn't help but be more shy and smudged. Zhou Huaian also grasped the crystal-clear and slender ankles that appeared under her skirt as she retreated, put it on her knees and gently kneaded it together with the white and transparent Luo socks, and said meaningfully:
"Then how can you thank me and pay for it?"
After a half-hour that is full of spring and infinitely shy, sound is better than silent. Zhou Huaian stopped the hairy Lushan claws, and with some malicious interest, he urged the narrow path towards the tender and weak Chen Heng's Hongyaoer who was half-leaning on the pavilion table:
"Wait, let me guess first, what color is today?"
"Well, it's flesh-colored. It doesn't feel the same from a distance... Could it be that you have been mentally prepared?"
In another exclusive class, Cui Wanrong, who was dressed in menswear with a crested crest and scarlet shirt but could hardly conceal the color of Shuli, had just finished the course for a group of little maids. After leaving the forest, he sat down on the couch in the other room. At this moment, she had a pair of jade arms attached from behind and began to knead and loosen her shoulders and neck, but it was the woman named Luo Zhen.
After being relieved for a while, Cui Wanrong, who slowly closed her eyes and calmed down, suddenly said:
"Luo Zhen, I still have something to do with your help."
"It's a blessing to be a concubine to be able to do my best for the lady..."
Luo Zhen answered without hesitation:
"Then do you know the personal maids beside Lang Jun..."
Cui Wanrong continued, but she felt the hand being gently massaged just right behind her, she couldn't help but paused before she started her voice again:
"Before, the Shen clan had brought the two children that he was keeping by his side to the bedclothes; now on the calamus side, he would not hesitate to give the man who has been loyal and loyal for many years, to give him a pillow seat; when I am here, I really don't want to be left behind!"
"Maybe in the near future, you and I will be worthy of sisters..."
Speaking of this, Cui Wanrong held her increasingly cold palm and said earnestly: At least, without the powerful and utilitarian father from Chang'an, under the influence of various faint controls and distant influences, She can undoubtedly plan and plan for the future more for herself.
"The cheap concubine is here, but according to the lady's order..."
Luo Zhen still replied unhurriedly and calmly: It's just that as Cui Wanting's body stretched backwards into the belt to touch and explore, she shuddered slightly and shuddered.
—I am the dividing line —
And in the hinterland of Xichuan thousands of miles away.
Has been left from the devastation of the war, and gradually recovered with the relocation of wealthy households and craftsmen’s homes from all over the country; and as the golden fields of Shino were harvested, it became a long winding convoy that stretched into the warehouse, and In Jinguan City, where the high food prices and continued hunger have disappeared for the time being, it has once again ushered in a brand new day.
Immediately afterwards, there were also the convoys of guards from all over the Sanchuan on the various roads in the Chengdu Plain. The Chengdu government rebuilt the Xishan Bieyuan, which was originally part of the Xichuan Festival. And expanded into the inauguration ceremony of the Guanghua Palace dedicated to the emperor’s enjoyment and entertainment. (End of this chapter)