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187 Pima Meng Jiang

I further felt that it was soft, smooth, tender, warm, and fragrant with nephrite—it was a girl’s skin! The blood rushed straight to my forehead, and I felt dizzy, as if I was drunk and excited.

It's chaotic, exciting, joyful, impulsive, flustered, dirty, frightening... Thousands of thoughts come one after another.

No, no! The God of Medicine warned again and again that this was not a joke, so don’t turn a deaf ear! Little Ling’er is really cool, he doesn’t say anything, he sneaks over to get under the bed, you girl promise not to do the same next time? Why do you go back on your word?

Did you fart? Wait, within three years, I will rectify the law for you!

Han Shaer didn't move, thinking about how to humiliate little Ling'er, how to spank her in a grand way, how to make her come and go quietly, then he lazily opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling with the corner of his eye.

At a glance, the bed opposite was empty!

This surprise was no small matter. Han Shaer was faster than a mouse. He got out of the bed with a "chirp" sound. The cold wind hit him and he sneezed. Don't care. His clothes were half dry. Don't care.

I got up and lit a lantern. I felt a little cold, so I closed the half-closed window. The chrysanthemums outside the window were green, fat, yellow and thin - there was an autumn rain at night, which cooled down the temperature! Ajia fell asleep quietly, with the corners of his eyes

With tears streaming down his face, Han Shaer sighed secretly, turned off the light, sat on the empty bunk, and practiced his luck.

As the sky dimmed, there was a knock on the door, and the maid called to get up, wash up, and have breakfast...

In the square, the team was ready to go. The prime minister, together with the doctor, and 20 to 30 attendants; Donghou also prepared a cart, with eight guards, eight maids, and servants as standard.

After greetings, everyone got on their horses. Han Shaer wanted to ride a horse, but Donghou pulled him into the car and said it was comfortable. When he came to the car door, his wife sat inside and greeted him with a smile: "Brother Ben, come up quickly!"

Ajia kept greeting me warmly, looking shy and gloomy, never leaving her body. The lady called again: "Ajia, come up too and go with your brother, the miracle doctor."

Ajia's little face suddenly bloomed like a peach blossom, extremely gorgeous, and two tears flew from the corners of her eyes, blooming like a flower...

The squeaking of the windlass, the clattering of the horse's hooves, the autumn frost, the startling forest birds, the majestic meandering westward.

There were four people, Han Shaer and Ajia on one side, Madam and Donghou on the other. Donghou said with a smile: "Brother Ben, you asked Xiaohou to choose a wife for Ajia. Brother Yu thought about it and accepted Ajia as his sister.

My surname is Jiang—oh, I’ll take my brother Yu’s surname of Jiang and be your side room, okay or not?”

Han Shaer said anxiously: "Brother Jiang is really good at joking! The master-disciple status has been established for a long time. Are you trapping me into being unkind and unjust?"

Dong Hou grinned: "Haha, it's quite particular! Who cares about the etiquette of the Zhou Dynasty? Male master, female apprentice, haha! Forget it, I'm sorry for being thin, just treat it like a stupid brother and you just smile." No wait.

Han Shaer replied, opened the car window, and sang: "There is a woman traveling with me, her face is like Shunhua. The general will fly, wearing jade and Qiongju. He is beautiful, Meng Jiang, Xunmei and both. There is a woman traveling with me, her face is like Shunying. The general will fly.

The general will soar, and the general will wear jade. He is beautiful, Meng Jiang, and his virtues will not be forgotten."

The song was high-pitched, resounding and moving in the clouds. Based on the breath, Han Shaer judged that Donghou was not a straw bag, and his martial arts strength was much higher than that of Yu Yanzi.

Ajia was shy again, lowering her head to braid her hair, feeling uneasy.

After hesitation, the lady seemed to have made a lot of determination and said: "Bendi, Ajia is a good girl. She is sweet-hearted, considerate, and meticulous in her work. As long as I am a man, I will not marry her...

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