Chapter 269 The Bad Guy

The next morning, a villain came to the door.

A group of young men came over twenty, and they walked along the ridge of the field. They shouted from afar: "Chuyang, Chuyang, Liu Sanjue, is Wang Yueniang here?"

Sun Yuanhua apologized helplessly, went out to greet him and said shamelessly: "What are you shouting, don't break my field!"

Those candidates just started to cheer: "Isn't it just a few acres of broken land? Just pay for you. Let Liu Zihua and Wang Yue come out to see the guests."

"The young student has admired him for a long time and always wants to meet him."

Ma Cheng looked dark, and he came to the door to die, and he deliberately made himself a ugliness, a group of nerds who didn't know how to live or die. He looked at Wang Yue, who was a little nervous, but he was in a hurry to kill people.

The beauty always keeps her last hurdle, and she is always confused. She should be extremely entangled between devotion and departure. It is not all about the love between children, but the Han Society can't play with her.

But don’t underestimate the energy of this prostitute. The talented and beautiful women are always romantic dramas that can be passed down through the ages.

Even the dirty officials like Qian Qianyi dare to sell the Nanjing test questions, and they can still be famous throughout the ages. The Eight Beauties of Qinhuai are even more famous. Someone has also erected a biography of the monument. This is not absurd, but human nature is like this. The Han Society is in Jiangnan.

The development and growth are inseparable from the strong support of the Fengyue industry. In a few days, the two daughters of Liu Wang and Wang would arrange singing and dancing, and go through the retro style of the Han and Tang dynasties. They performed publicly on the Shili Qinhuai, and sang Wang Yue's lyrics.

To be famous for an invincible commander, it is ridiculous and not ridiculous at all. It has been like this since ancient times.

While speaking, the twenty or so candidates had already entered the garden and had a familiar introduction. Their eyes were always inseparable from the two peerless beauties.

He was bullied to the point of being bullied. Ma Cheng had a dark face and held two women's slim hands.

Liu Zihua just smiled and held it back, making the eyes of his raised children almost pop out, some of whom were stomping their feet and some of whom sighed. Wang Yueze blushed his pretty face and gently pulled his hand out, Ma Cheng was frustrated but also

I can't blame her. Of course, I can't count it before I slept together. I regretted that I didn't force myself to take the blame a few days ago, but I just wanted to learn from the playboy and play with my lover. It's not worth it. My regret is so blue.

I also feel expectant. What's the point of forcing to do that kind of thing? It's just that you have to be willing to do it.

In the exam, there was a calm and elegant voice: "Yue Niang, you have lost weight."

Wang Yueda was embarrassed and dared not look up at people, and said quietly: "Youxia, why is it you?"

The elegant and elegant son still said calmly: "I'll save you, Yue Niang, the bright world, the sun and the moon, do he dare to insult you, a weak woman? But if you have any grievances, just say it out."

Wang Yue glanced at Ma Cheng and hurriedly defended: "You are so unreasonable. I am here to accompany my elder sister. No one forces me. Mr. Tan, please be careful!"

Sun Yuanhua jumped out anxiously. Ma Cheng resisted the urge to slap him and stared at Ding Wenchao with one look. He was unhappy. This was his old lover. Although he knew that Wang Yue was still a clean and innocent servant, he was still

He was jealous, and this lover was so lingering.

When he was angry, he said in a deep voice: "Where did the mad dog bark?"

Tan's friend Xia Angran said, "Jingling's son Tan Yuanchun, please pay a visit to the Lord of the General Town. Do you want to arrest and imprisonment in the next round? Please."

Ma Cheng was choked by him. Is it too unworthy to frame a person for jealousy? If this is the case, it would become a big fame, but it would become a laughing stock. The two of them choked, and Wang Yue felt aggrieved and beautiful.

His eyes were red, and Ma Cheng felt angry for no reason. He was displeased and left with his clothes. He was not as good as a conspiracy with such a gangster. The soldiers seemed to have won the battle and started to whistle. Wang Yue finally got up in shame and left.

In the quiet room, Ma Cheng snorted coldly.

Liu Zihua apologized with a bitter face: "It's because I'm not considering it well, my husband calms down."

Ma Chengxi said: "Are you finally willing to call me husband?"

Liu Zihua glanced gently and said, "Idiot, everyone is yours, I have to ask."

Ma Cheng said that the darkness of his husband was gone, and he no longer cared about Wang Yue. If he had not wanted to marry him sincerely, he would have been in peace day and night after getting married. Those sons were so proud that they would not be able to save Ma Cheng's face.

After leaving, he actually started barbecuing in the fields. Sun Yuanhua was helpless and difficult to drive away. He couldn't drive away all the more than 20 fellow villagers. Then don't think about hanging in his hometown, he would be isolated.

The barbecue also held a poetry meeting. More than 20 scholars talked loudly about poetry and Taoism, which made Ma Cheng finally understand what a crazy child is. More than 20 scholars gathered together without any taboos, and even the government may not dare to take care of it.

Just sitting cross-legged in the fields as a villain, it was very restrained.

"The law does not prevail, and the method is based on the pen, the words are not accurate in ancient times, and the poem is forced by emotions."

Tan Yuanchun sat on the field stem, holding wine in one hand and knocking on the ridge of the field with the other hand, deliberately talking loudly and even listening clearly in the quiet room. Even Liu Zihua did not listen intently, and Ma Cheng's eyes turned black.

"We only have comrades when talking about poetry, but there are no comrades."

Ma Cheng was drowsy when he heard this, and felt like a fly was flying around in his ears.

Liu Zihua exclaimed, "Your husband knows that this person has a lot of insight into poetry. This person is the best in Jingling's poetry, and he is still a little talented in learning it."

Ma Cheng said angrily: "I don't know, are you going to get angry with me too?"

Liu Zihua pursed his lips and moved his lotus steps lightly. It was rare to take the initiative to throw himself into his arms. Ma Cheng snorted hatefully and always felt uncomfortable in his heart. He looked at her fiercely.

Qi Ku said, "Which side are you on?"

Liu Zihua hurriedly smiled: "I am standing on my husband's side. Look at me venting my anger for him, and refute him!"

Ma Cheng was satisfied at this time. The poetic Tan Yuanchun shouted loudly: "Yue Niang, I have a new masterpiece, are you here?"

After a while, Wang Yue’s soft voice came from the next room: “I listen to it the same way in the room.”

Tan Yuanchun was proudly carrying the wine pot and brewing emotions to make me think, making Ma Cheng want to kick him in the face with a big foot. It was so hateful.

"Yue Niang, listen well. The poem says, "Where is the best place to choose a stone? When the waves pass by, you must sit up and down, and slowly watch the swallowing and spitting. The fish sounds neutrally, and the flowers bloom and the shadows blow outside. I don't know if it flows away, and it sounds.

How many people know.”

There was a loud shout, and more than twenty picks looked like crazy, and patted the ridges of the fields and shouted loudly.

Ma Cheng was frustrated. Although he couldn't understand what he was saying, he felt that it was very powerful. However, this poem was too difficult to understand, and he was confused when he heard it.

Amid the cheers, Juren Tan proudly shouted: "Yue Niang, how about this poem?"

Wang Yue's soft voice came from the isolation: "Yuanchun's poetry is of great quality. This poem is strange, cold and steep, and is a masterpiece."

More than twenty candidates outside were cheering each other, and talented men and beautiful women were matched. Today is a good day for good ministers to enter the bridal chamber. With the intention of drinking, they were also sweeping the floor with polite words. I think they were used to being slutty on the Qinhuai River.

But Juren Tan said seriously: "My wife and I are in love with each other. We should have to carry a sedan chair and marry you in the house. We have no complaints or regrets in this life."
Chapter completed!