"If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan?"
"It's easy to change people's hearts, but it's easy to change people's hearts."
"Lishan's words are gone until midnight, and the tears, rain and bells will not complain at all."
"How unlucky I am to be blessed by the handsome man in brocade. I wish I could have made a wish that day."
"..."
ε=(ο｀*)))Alas...
Jia Lian looked quite speechless as Wang Xifeng, a silly woman, repeated this poem and glanced at him from time to time and sighed, as if he was some Bo Xinglang.
Although this behavior is indeed a bit excessive, the awe-inspiring righteousness that keeps surging in Wang Xifeng's chest and abdomen shows that she has really read this poem into its context.
This is because Feng Lazi feels that "Song of Righteousness" is a bit too profound, and Haoran's righteousness is consumed too quickly in the process of practice. Up to now, Wang Xifeng can only write four sentences.
Although her efficiency in accumulating awe-inspiring righteousness by studying "Song of Righteousness" is much higher than that of other classics, such as "The Analects of Confucius", she will get tired of such straight-forward poems after writing them for a long time.
So today Wang Xifeng pestered Jia Lian again, trying to get some good poems from him, and gave him enough "benefits" according to someone's rules, and even drank milk in the study.
Only then did Jia Lian take out the poem "Magnolia·Ancient Juejue Ci Cambodian Friends". Speaking of it, this was a peerless poem of Wang Zha level. It only took Wang Xifeng to drink milk once. Jia Lian actually felt a little bit shortchanged in his heart.
It's just that Jia Lian's situation no longer requires the reputation of a literary giant, and it is difficult to encounter situations where this poem can be used to pretend to be a slap in the face. So since I remembered it today, I just wrote it.
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It's just that since Wang Xifeng saw this poem, she seemed to have suffered from literary youth syndrome. She also imagined Jia Lian as some unfaithful person she encountered, and would glare at him with resentment from time to time...
"Bi Yi Lian Zhi wishes that day..."
Wang Xifeng's beautiful eyes blinked, her face was rosy with a little makeup, her skin was delicate, her whole person was full of youthful vitality, and she exuded a natural and innocent charm. However, she was chanting such a poem about deep boudoir, which made her seem to be enveloped.
A trace of the intellectual beauty belonging to a female literary youth made Jia Lian feel a little moved.
"That's enough for you. If you tease me again, I'll take care of you. Believe it or not."
Wang Xifeng was shocked when she heard this, but she really didn't dare to offend Wenqing again, otherwise this bad guy might really keep his word. Although Bai Rixuan had been raped before, she quickly changed the topic.
"This poem is so well written. Husband, who is that Nalan Xingde? Why has the slave family never heard of this person?"
"Haha~ He is not in the history books. This is a piece of lost history in China. Apart from me, I am afraid that not many people will know about this person's existence."
Such poems are extremely inconsistent with Jia Lian's usual literary accomplishments, so he would naturally not act like an impostor.
As he said, "We, the Qing Dynasty," have been completely submerged and will never appear on the land of China again. Even if there is such a sign, Jia Lian would not mind taking the time to go to the northern prairie or even Tunguska to completely
Exterminate those Jurchen barbarians.
"Oh? Just like Wu Huanhua? That makes sense. I guess Mr. Nalan must have been a suave and talented man at that time."
"Well...it's almost the same."
While Jia Lian was talking, his hands went to Wang Xifeng's waist, trying to put the beauty into his arms, and once again acted wantonly and frivolously.
Although she wasn't really in ecstasy just now, it was the first time that Wang Xifeng did such an outrageous move in a scholarly and cultural place like the study room, and her pretty face still had the lingering aftertaste of a bright red color.
With the wonderful poems in hand, Wang Xifeng was no longer willing to do what he wanted. She had almost been bumped into by Ping'er and Feng'er who came in to serve tea just now. If she was treated lightly again, she, the "housekeeper young lady", would really have no shame anymore.
Got something done.
"You'd better leave my place soon!"
The water in Feng'er's eyes was flowing, and the handkerchief in Wang Xifeng's hand fell gently on Jia Lian's face, and Ping'er and Feng'er started to drive him away while they covered their mouths and snickered.
Jia Lian lamented: "Cross the river and demolish the bridge, throw it away after use, Feng Lazi, I remember you!"
"Pfft!"
At this time, even Wang Xifeng couldn't help but smile, and then quickly put on a serious face:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You can arrange it, that's all. It's time for the ancestors to talk about me. If you don't leave, I will leave!"
Wang Xifeng gave Jia Lian a cute look. She was also a little afraid that Jia Lian would become obsessed with her. She stood up and grabbed the paper on the desk that read "Magnolia·Naked Ancient Jue Ci Cambodian Friends", and led Feng'er out swayingly.
went.
Although Zhiyu can't find her happy pulse yet, Jia Lian and Qin Keqing, two god-refiners, have confirmed the tiny but extremely strong vitality in her body.
Jia Lian guessed that the pregnancy was still very early, maybe even less than a month, so ordinary doctors couldn't detect it yet.
But at this time, we need to pay more attention to it, especially since Zhiyu is pregnant with her first child, so she can't be too concerned.
Suddenly, Zhiyu became the focus of the entire Rongxi Hall. She was advised to lie in bed and rest whenever she had anything to do. Even the old lady of Rongqing Hall sent various stewed supplements from time to time.
Under such circumstances, Jia Lian naturally had to have someone by his side. Unfortunately, all the maids were waiting eagerly, but Jia Lian did not choose a new person, but took Qiao Ping'er with him.
At this moment, Jia Lian was the only one left in the study with her. Ping'er's heart could not help but feel her heart beat faster. Jia Lian looked at Ping'er's green hair, her pretty face that looked like snow, but her lips were red, and her eyebrows were green and unpainted.
, there was a strong spring charm in the corners of Shuixing's eyes, and he couldn't help but step forward and hug the beautiful lady tenderly for a while.
Fortunately, Jia Lian knew the importance of it and understood what he would do if he left Ping'er in the study at this time after Wang Xifeng left. To this girl, she would indeed be belittled.
Although he was severely beaten, he still held back in the end and never went beyond the threshold.
Jia Lian gently let go of Qiao Ping'er, picked up the tea cup, sipped a cup of fragrant tea, and asked her to tidy up her clothes. After that, the two of them came out of the study one after another.
Jia Lian didn't know that Ping'er, who was walking behind him, was looking at him with affection. Although she had been close to Wang Xifeng since childhood, her life was quite prosperous.
But after all, he was a first-class servant who served others. In terms of status and psychology, it was inevitable that he was a little conceited. After becoming Jia Lian's woman, she also secretly consulted the two old ladies who were married to Wang Xifeng for advice on matters in the house.
Naturally, we can understand how rare it is for a man in these years to endure his desires for the sake of her, a girl who is not even a concubine.
This is really the attitude of treating yourself as your pillow partner!
Ping'er followed Jia Lian out and wandered around the West Road courtyard. He used his spiritual sense to look outside Jia She's yard from a distance and found that he was meeting people from the Xie family and Niu family. Jia Lian turned around and went back to Rong.
Jubilee Hall.
Qin Keqing was still in Rongqing Hall and had not returned, and Jia Lian felt that the little guys there were too noisy, especially the five [Earth Dragon Eggs] that Baoyu, Lin Yong and others had hatched successfully a few days ago.
Newly born cubs sometimes scream endlessly, and with the addition of Lin Yong, Jia Cong, Daiyu, Xiangyun, and Qianxi, these lively ones, even the most boisterous old lady is screaming these days.
Some of them couldn't stand it anymore, so most of the time they were driven to the big flower hall in the backyard to play by themselves.
Jia Lian took the recliner and placed it next to the [Elf Tree] that had grown to more than three feet high in the courtyard. He also had someone make orange juice, put it on the small table beside it, and lay happily motionless.
Ping'er replaced Zhiyu's previous work, picked up a Taoist classic that Jia Lian had obtained from Zaoge Mountain - "Baopuzi Neipian", and began to use her voice as beautiful and refreshing as Juanjuan spring water.
The recitation began.
"Baopuzi said: The surplus of ten thousand pieces must start from a piece of baht; the beauty of the sky must start from a tiny bit. Therefore, if the lines are gathered together, Nanming will be a boundless vastness, and the ordinary accumulation will be as high as the sky.
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"Baopuzi said:..."
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In Fabresburg, Jia Min has returned to his own territory again to continue building the magic tower. Since the battle of Ironforge around the three kingdoms, the intensity of the war with the dark and chaotic forces at night has dropped by one level.
Even so, maybe enough has been accumulated, and the level promotion of warriors in [Jia Lian Legion] still began to appear in batches.
This month, there are already more than thirty legion soldiers who have broken through the innate cliff and become third-level innate masters.
There are three new warriors who have broken through and achieved the legendary realm, and Jia Xiazhou is among them!
This person was also one of the earliest people to follow Jia Lian. His breakthrough was both reasonable and expected. Everyone was happy for him.
In the afternoon, a grand banquet was held in Fabresburg. All the wealthy businessmen and minor nobles in the town with sufficient status were invited, and most of them happily attended the banquet with their own or their family's daughters.
Since Jia Lian announced Nayakina, Elif, Lilith and other seven women as concubines in Fabresburg, the high-ranking soldiers of [Jia Lian Legion] also began to follow suit on a small scale, and in the "game world" they also became
A small home.
As for why only high-level warriors choose to do this, it is naturally because the number of places to enter the "fairy world" every day is limited, and the current daily "online" number of people in [Jia Lian Legion] will only exceed one hundred.
It is true that the improvement of the legion level consumes too much soul power. With Jia Lian's current savings, even if all of them are consumed above the legion level, he can only raise the legion by two levels at most.
The improvement in the level of the two legions can only increase the number of 20 places at most, and apart from a considerable part of these precious places being used for rotation, only the dozen or so legendary level combat powers can be permanently maintained.
As there are more and more innate masters in the legion, the innate masters who had married and had children in the "immortal world" have also begun to be forced to spend less time with their women and stay away more often.
Well...this is also an urgent problem that needs to be solved!
I got home late today, so I will update a 3K chapter first, and then two updates tomorrow.
