I seem to have heard this kind of words. Gou Buxue matured early at a young age and liked to complain that men are like dogs and don't want to smile. Yun Jian looks from the outside to the inside, holding high the banner of practicality, marrying into a wealthy family, bowing to the strong, and seeking to maximize personal gain.
It seems reasonable, but it is actually wrong - when you are born as a human being, you should always look like a human being. If you are like a dog, begging for mercy, being willing to be enslaved like a cow, and cannibalizing your mate like a female mantis... As the master of all things, you are so noble.
Where? What is the meaning? Think of the sparrow. Once it is caught in a net, it refuses to be a plaything, refuses to eat or drink, and starves to death. It has been thousands of years. Is the sparrow extinct?
Just when I was about to say something cool, I bumped into Bahen. This douchebag guy, he just wanted to show off on Jinguang Street, right? The sweaty BMW is so handsome, and his hair is like black gold satin, sparkling and tall.
The tall body is not bloated at all, the graceful curves, and the vigorous expression... are incomparable! If compared, the one the Eight Great Vajras pay homage to becomes a giant pig, far, far away.
Out of reach.
Ba Heng dismounted: "Brother Ben, where are you wandering? I'm looking for you!" Han Shaer teased and had fun: "You have something good to do with me? Do you still want to practice?" Yun Jian clasped his fists: "Yangzhou Xiao Yunjian, fortunately
Meet the Third Prince!" Ba Heng didn't piss him off and rolled his eyelids: "Are you familiar with me?" He said to Han Shaer: "It's enough to train like a bird and become your disciple. Let's fight in the future to see who dares to mess with us.
Two!" Han Shaer glanced at him: "You should be more careful with your words! Brother Yunjian is a friend, and his father——" Baheng said in a disdainful tone: "Marquis of Huainan, right? I'll take you to play with me when I have time.
I have business with Brother Ben."
You rogue, what else can you do besides fighting and killing? Han Shaer didn't catch a cold and also tried to explain Yun Jian's embarrassment: "I have to go for a drink. He has had his daughter Hong for thirty years. Do you want to come with us?"
Go?" Ba Heng curled his lips: "What's so rare? I still have thirty-year-old Zhuangyuanhong and Jiannao Shao in my wine cellar. I don't care if you drink as much as you want." Han Shaer thought he was a trouble: "I'll drink it next time.
Home, let’s go!” Ba Heng became anxious and stretched out his hand to pull: “Don’t we have a strong odor? Dad ordered me to invite you!”
Is it true or false? Don’t use the tiger skin as a banner! Silly Han also stopped and said, "Your Highness is looking for me?" Ba Heng's childish face was serious: "How dare I lie to you? When you see him whipping me, it doesn't look like a kiss.
Like dad." The prince asked him not to act too big. Han Shaer turned around and said apologetically: "Brother Yunjian, do you think?" Yun Jian knew the importance and followed without shame: "Friends are no longer here -
—Goodbye, Third Prince!" He handed his hands and left.
Continuing to travel east, Han Shaer inquired: "Why did the prince summon me?" Baheng hesitated and said that his father was so excited that he wanted to know about horse racing and archery competition, so he immediately ordered him to invite me - you can't hide it?
Han Shaer wanted to kick him in the butt, but after thinking about it, honesty is a good quality, honesty is good - he had an idea and asked: "Are you familiar with Yuan Xingfang, the imperial doctor of Yuan?" He replied: "Not familiar, and I'm not familiar with him.
See him for medical treatment. He likes to fawn over his father, which is a bit annoying to him." Han Shaer said: "Forget it if you don't know me well. I'll ask others tomorrow." Baheng said hurriedly: "Don't, don't, I know better!
He and the head of the Ministry of Rites came from the same den of thieves, and the eldest daughter is my father's concubine. Otherwise, why would he be the chief medical officer? Everyone said that his medical skills were weird, not as good as the Han imperial doctor of the previous dynasty who had both virtue and skill -
-Ah! Brother Ben! Han Benyue! You have treated my uncle, Mr. Han is your grandfather?!"