Love is like defecation. When it comes, you can't stop it no matter how hard it comes. It comes right after you try hard! No matter how hard you clamp it, you can't hold it in your crotch.
Obviously, Zhou Yu now has the kind of poop that he can't control himself, can't hold his crotch, and is about to spurt out.
The famous generals in the world are also human beings, and their emotions and desires are unstoppable.
Tao Shang just woke up in the morning. After washing and tidying up, he stretched and just came outside to prepare for morning exercise. He saw Zhou Yu who had been standing outside his door waiting quietly and said with a smile: "Master, you are welcome."
Are you up? But you slept for too long."
Tao Shang was startled when he heard this. He almost jumped up in confusion. He turned to look at Zhou Yu in horror and said in disbelief: "You came to squat outside my door so early in the morning?"
Zhou Yu blushed at Tao Shang's words and said in a low voice: "No, no... I have just arrived, so please don't misunderstand me."
Pei Qian, who was guarding the door, rolled his eyes and said: "General Zhou, please don't be too modest. I heard from the Tiger Guard soldiers who guarded the Taifu last night that General Zhou came to the gate of Taifu's sleeping quarters at three o'clock.
I was tossing and turning outside and pacing anxiously. Calculating carefully, you must have stayed here for nearly two hours at least."
Zhou Yu's wounds were exposed by Pei Qian, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
The potter made some calculations and found that Zhou Yu ran to his door to wait before three o'clock in the morning, while he got up at about seven o'clock.
He is such a perseverant child...so worthy of praise.
The potter reached out and patted Zhou Yu on the shoulder and said: "Young man, you are so persistent, I think highly of you... It seems that you are determined to get acquainted with my sister?"
Zhou Yu sighed and said helplessly: "Yu also knows that this move is really Meng Lang's. Please ask the master to do it. Zhou Yu will definitely repay you in the future."
The pottery merchant looked him up and down: "Can you follow me to Jinling?"
"I'm afraid this won't work."
The pottery merchant chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter. If you don't go, I won't go. It's easy to talk about it! Then let's do it now..."
After Zhou Yu heard this, he was immediately eager to give it a try. He stood outside the door for four hours, waiting for the potter's words.
"I'll have breakfast and exercise first before we talk," the potter said calmly.
Zhou Yu's face suddenly sank.
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After breakfast, the pottery merchant was not in a hurry to introduce Xiaoqiao to Zhou Yu. He then came to an open space in front of a bamboo building and Shi Shiran slowly played the Five Animal Opera he had learned from Hua Tuo in Pengcheng.
These days, striving for hegemony is important, career is important, and ambition is important, but health care is also important.
Why was the Sima family able to finally seize the Cao family's foundation and lay a solid foundation for the return of the Three Kingdoms to Jin?
Because Emperor Xuan Sima Yi can rely on him and survive!
Living bastard!
A group of princes are fighting for the world, and all the princes have been killed. Only one is left alive, and the one left is the right one. Whatever he says, it will matter.
Everything he farts is true.
The potter was maintaining his health and practicing boxing there in an orderly manner, but Zhou Yu was so bored that he fainted.
If it were someone else playing a five-animal show in front of him, pretending to be various small animals to delay time, he would have gotten angry a long time ago.
The problem is that he is facing a pottery merchant, the current prince, and the Prince of Taiping.
No matter in terms of status or status, he cannot do that, is not qualified to do that, and does not have the strength to do that.
Being bored, Zhou Yu could only go back and bring the guqin, then he sat on the ground in the open space next to the pottery shop practicing Wu Qin Xi, and started playing the guqin to kill the boring time.
Little did he know that by sitting down like this, he was playing into the potter's hands.
Tao Shang glanced at Zhou Yu sideways from the corner of his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Behind the place where the pottery merchant played Wu Qin Xi and Zhou Yu played the harp was a two-story simple residence built of bamboo. Gou Yi, King of Yue in Jiangdu, asked the pottery merchant to accommodate his female family members.
At the moment, Daxiaoqiao, Tao Ying, Hua'er and others are all in that small building.
This was the method that the pottery merchant had discussed with Xiaoqiao last night. Today, he would personally think of a way to guide Zhou Yu to the small building, and then let the people in the building plan it.
Below the bamboo tower, the sound of Zhou Yu's piano came up, and the people on the second floor of the bamboo tower quietly looked down.
But under the bamboo building, a strange situation fell into everyone's eyes.
The pottery merchant was downstairs listening to the chicken dance, while Zhou Yu was playing the piano and playing music. The two of them played and danced, and they complemented each other perfectly.
If it were a man and a woman, it might look more pleasing to the eye. Now, the piano player and the dancer are both men, and everyone who looks at it can't help but feel chills all over.
It looks disgusting and makes my eyes dangle.
Hua'er saw Zhou Yu's position clearly, then picked up a pole that was skewed by the window, walked to the window, closed one eye, and carefully aimed at the back of Zhou Yu's head, who was playing the piano.
Tao Ying couldn't help being surprised when he saw this, and said: "Madam, what are you doing?"
Xiao Qiao explained to Tao Ying on the side: "Last night, Taifu brother said, there is a saying since ancient times: no luck, no luck... He said that today he would lead Zhou Yu to stay downstairs and let me hold the bamboo pole for the window.
Hit him on the head, which will attract Zhou Yu's attention, and his plan will be successful...The problem is that I am clumsy and can't aim well, so I can only have Mrs. Laohua to help me."
Daqiao nodded aside: "Yes, this is the Taifu's order, saying that...what, what, thousands of years later, the ultimate romantic way to seduce a man is to hit the head with a bamboo pole."
Tao Ying blinked and wondered: "If you hit a man on the head with a bamboo pole, you can still tell right and wrong? What kind of world is this?"
Daqiao hesitated and said: "Anyway, it was the Taifu's order, and I don't understand it very well..."
While talking, Hua'er had already gathered all her strength and swung it with her rough big hand!
Then the bamboo pole spread out like an atomic bomb and hit Zhou Yu on the head.
Hua'er is so powerful that throwing the pole was like a blow to the head of Zhou Yu who was playing the piano...
"ah!"
Then Zhou Yu roared in fear, then covered his head, rolled his eyes and lay back.
This pole actually knocked him unconscious and killed him.
Everyone on the second floor was stunned.
The potter who was practicing Wu Qin Xi was also a little confused. The claws in his hands were stiff in the air and he could not move.
"What's going on?"
its not right!
The script you design yourself should not follow this development model!
Zhou Yu was hit by a bamboo pole that fell from the window. Shouldn't he look up, see the small bridge, and then fall into deep obsession? Then turn to himself, the "grandmother", to stir up trouble inside and outside?
The script was modeled on the encounter between Ximen and Xiao Jinlian. How could it go so wrong?
How could a situation like this happen... where he fainted directly?
Is this the bamboo pole thrown by that bastard?
The potter gritted his teeth and looked up at the second floor of the bamboo building, hoarsely saying: "What the hell are you throwing away?"
Tao Ying did not expect such a situation. He wiped his sweat and shouted to the pottery merchant: "Brother, my wife's strength was a bit out of control. The bamboo pole was thrown a bit too heavy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Too heavy? Is that a bamboo pole you threw? The bamboo pole is wrapped with bricks, right?"
After saying that, the pottery merchant stretched out his hand, pinched Zhou Yu's man hard, and kept calling him: "Gong Jin! Gong Jin! Wake up quickly? Don't scare me? Tao is joking with you."
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It doesn't matter that Zhou Yu died...but in the clear sky and in broad daylight, in full view of everyone, what was going on when he was allowed to die by his side?
When the news reaches Sun Ce, he will probably have another sworn enemy.
No matter what, you can't let Zhou Yu die...at least not in this way.
Mizuro was killed by a forked window pole... The potter himself felt sorry for history.
What happened to the potter's side naturally alarmed the guards not far away and some residents of Jiang Duyue.
Then I saw some Hanyue people, Pei Qian, Ji Ling and others rushing over.
Seeing Zhou Yu like this, everyone immediately panicked, especially the Hanyue people, who were all extremely nervous.
You must know that the pottery merchants could afford to offend Sun Ce, but they could not afford to offend him. When they were in Changsha, they had heard about Sun Ce's father's bravery and were deeply afraid of it.
As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog sons. Back then, they couldn't afford to offend Sun Jian, and naturally the same was true for Sun Ce.
Everyone was panicking, some called doctors, and some were ready to report to Gou Yi, King of Yue in Jiangdu.
Among everyone, only Ji Lingqi was calm and calm.
He strode up to Zhou Yu, rolled his eyelids, felt his breath, and smiled.
"Don't worry, Grand Master, this little boy Zhou Gongjin will not die! Just give him to Ji."