She hugged the rabbit tightly, for fear that it would run away.
"San Prince, do you know Lutijie?"
"Lutijie??"
"Hehe, it's the monk who punched Zhenguanxi... He was drinking and meat passing through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart, and went to steal other people's dog meat every day..."
"Such a monk?"
"No, he is very good. He is the only man I like in the Water Margin... Only he looks like a man, punching Zhen Guanxi to save Jin Cuilian, punching Xiaofeng Zhou Tong to save Miss Liu, fire burning
The Waguan Temple saved the women who were hijacked... Unlike Lin Chong, he could not even protect his wife. He was almost raped by Gao Yanei. He did not dare to take revenge. In the end, he was exiled to Cangzhou and was timid all his life..."
He was no longer surprised by her strange words.
She often says something that no one understands. The third prince thought it was a play that she looked at from somewhere, so she didn't think it was surprising.
Walk along the way, chattering along the way.
The harvest this day was actually good, and I saw a wandering deer. The deer was very thin. If it was caught in summer and autumn, it would be at least 30 kilograms. When it came to winter, not only would people lose weight, but even the fat of animals was
It was absorbed cleanly in winter.
She smiled quietly, "San Prince, catch this deer... we can eat meat for a few days..." Just like a constant instigation, she finally instigated a good husband to become a murderer.
Vox spirit.
A pointed branch was thrown out, and the deer fell down.
Shui Lian ran over happily and reached out her hand, but she couldn't lift the deer. The third prince walked forward and picked up the deer with one hand.
She sighed: "Oh, people say that women in troubled times are useless, maybe it makes sense. When you encounter such a strong job, ten yellow women are not as good as one man to pick up the manure..."
The third prince laughed.
She said: "San Prince, I'm not talking about you, you're not a manure picker."
He smiled, but his brows tightened quietly because the weight of the deer strained his scar and blood flowed. Fortunately, she was dressed thickly in winter, so she didn't notice it at all.
It was like going home. Along the way, I was so happy. I went to the market with a man, returned, and made a fire to cook. He carried all the heavy things, but she was only responsible for fighting empty-handed and following him.