This is a fortunate thing. Wu Qian, the old man, didn't do harm to the little girls, but picked the old bustard in this building.
Speaking of the old bustard Luo Yuer of Qianyanlou, I think that it was one of the best beauties in the royal capital at that time, with the reputation of a flower in the royal capital, but the flower in the royal capital of the year was ruthless, and now it has not bloomed for nearly 20 years. It's over.
Luo Yu'er was also dumbfounded when she heard that Wu Qian, an old man, had chosen her, but soon she was filled with joy again, and my old lady's show bed, which had been silent for almost 20 years, was about to open again tonight.
As for whether the uncle in front of him can resist the enthusiasm he has accumulated for 20 years, Luo Yuer is not worried at all, because just now, the old man slapped the one with a palm and it took two tortoise slaves to move it. A large table made of huanghuali.
Uncle Wu Qian in Luo Yu'er's eyes was a treasured sword, and Wu Zheng also gave her two hundred taels of silver, and also said that as long as the old man is served well, there will be a great reward tomorrow.
Let’s not talk about the fact that money is not money, but if I can open it tonight, Luo Yuer will laugh from ear to ear, not to mention that there is still money to collect. If I don’t work hard tonight, how can I be worthy of the guests’ treatment to me? Trust, how can you be worthy of your carved bed if you don't work hard
So the next day, Uncle Wu, who was not old with the sword, was carried out of the Qianyanlou.
It's not that it's belching, it's that it's not that it's too weak to get up. A hundred years of skill is not said to be ruined, but the vitality is certain.
Fortunately, when his old man came to Qianyanlou last night, some people in this Qianyanlou knew him, the old man, and secretly went back and reported the letter to the Wu family. Otherwise, his old man would have to lie down in Luo Yuer’s big breast. At night, Luo Yuer would accept another wave of torture. As long as the people who returned home from Hiccup didn't know it.
Imagine that a dignified generation of martial arts masters finally died in the brothel. If this matter spreads out, let alone the Wu family shameless, maybe even Murong Jing will have to lose face with him.
So last night his old man shook the mountain upstairs, while Wu Kui led people on the building for the whole night, and finally reached the break of dawn, but there was no movement upstairs and rushed upstairs to take a look.
My God, I almost didn't scare Wu Kui, this murderous titan to death.
Wu Qian, an old man, was originally thin, but now he has black eyes and white lips when he lays down. What's the difference between a corpse and a corpse
"Damn Wu Zheng, I, Wu Kui, and you don’t share heaven..."
**It's his ancestor who is lying down! Now that Wu Zheng was harmed by Wu Zheng, it has become like this. If this matter is spread out, how can this person named Wu Family be a man in the royal capital in the future
But in the end, Wu Kui, whose eyes were completely split, got Wu Qian's scolding: "What is your kid yelling at here? What does this have to do with that kid?"
Wu Kui was dumbfounded at the time, how could this have nothing to do with Wu Zheng? If it wasn't for Wu Zheng's ghost, he would dug out his eyeballs and use it as a cannon.
Looking at the old ancestors who were almost drained by Luo Yuer, Wu Kui was even more bewildered when he could still smile at this moment.
"Old ancestor, are you always..."
"Is it something? Are you confused? Tell you the old man, I am so sober! I said that I don’t blame Wu Zheng, the kid doesn’t complain! On the contrary, the old man has to thank him. The feeling of being young. Although this feeling is not long, it is worthwhile for the old man to experience the feeling of being young before he died."
"Old ancestor, this is clearly Wu Zheng's bad intentions. He..."
"The old man said it's none of his business, the old man is coming."
"Old ancestors..."
"Okay, the old man is a little tired, let's go back!"
Wu Qian was carried from the police to the car. Along the way, Wu Kui wondered why the ancestor helped Wu Zheng speak. This was obviously Wu Zheng's conspiracy. How could it not be seen by the wisdom of the ancestor
So Wu Kui couldn't figure it out all the way.
And Wu Kui, who was lying on the carriage, staring at the roof of the car, was also thinking about things. He was not thinking about Luo Yuer, who made him show his glory last night, but about the fine wine Wu Zheng invited him to drink. Did the kid finish drinking? It's too exciting to ask the kid for another altar, because the feeling of reviving the hero is so wonderful.
This kind of wonderful young people can't experience it, only... (End of this chapter)