I smiled proudly, and smiled proudly, smiling at the age of the world;

I smiled proudly and proudly, seeking happiness for the rest of my life...

The serf turned over and sang, and a small tune that was very different from that of this era appeared in the backyard of the Welcoming Building.

It is not difficult to hear from the voice that this was hummed from the boy's mouth, and there was also a smug laughter.

If you are a modern person, it is not difficult to hear that this is a popular song from later generations.

Lying comfortably on the couch, Yang Fan's big hands often passed through his skin like mutton fat, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. The ancient life was so exciting!

Of course, the premise is that you have to be powerful and beautiful...

Wu Shun is like a kitten basking in the sun in winter, completely curled up in her wide arms.

Now she didn't want to move a single finger, so she could only use her deep and confused eyes to viciously accuse the man in front of her of her cruelty.

I never expected that because of a joke, I would be revenge like such a storm again.

However, she didn't think about it. From ancient times to the present, any man could stand such a joke.

As a loser, Yang Fan has this even more self-esteem, so of course he has to get back his face.

Listening to the strange lyrics, Wu Shun opened his mouth slightly and asked softly: "Langjun, where is this song? Why hasn't I heard of the blind body before? Why is it so weird, but it's catchy and full of rhythm."

He looked down at the beauty in his arms. His white skin and smooth touch almost made Yang Fan feel excited again.

But he knew that he could no longer move. He stroked Wu Shun's messy temples with pity, and smiled and said, "What do you think of the little beauty?"

Wu Shun raised his little head and pouted his mouth to protest: "I am not young, I am still two years older than my husband."

Looking at the woman who was acting coquettish in her arms, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of a joke from later generations, and held back his smile and said, "Haha... any woman will be bigger than a man."

But Wu Shun's little head couldn't figure out how women would be bigger than men?

Looking at Wu Shun with a puzzled look, Yang Fan smiled happily, lowered his head and explained in Wu Shun's ear.

"Mr. Lang is simply too bad, how can you do this?" Wu Shun raised his weak fist and hit Yang Fan's chest, ashamed.

But Yang Fan was serious: Isn’t it?

Someone is so majestic and majestic, and the little beauty can not be accommodated either.

Doesn’t it mean that women are always bigger than men?

Looking at Yang Fan who was not adjusting, Wu Shun covered her face and did not dare to look directly.

Just as I was about to tease me again, Wan'er's voice sounded outside the door: "Mrs. Wu, have you drunk the sobering soup? The hot water is ready, and I asked the servant to put the bathtub in the outside room..."

Yang Fan raised his throat: "Young Master, I don't need to drink sober soup. But your wife is so drunk that she has to drink sober soup..."

Wan'er was stunned. Could it be that the martial lady was drinking? She hurried into the house and was stunned for a moment!

This formation made Wu Shun so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head, and buried it in the quilt like an ostrich.

The welcoming building is filled with spring, adding a touch of warmth to the cold winter, but there is a solemn and murderous spirit in the palace of the King of Wei.

The study room of the royal palace was in a mess at this time, and even the huge glass mirror he bought not long ago was broken.

The quaint and charming Huanghuali table was overturned to the ground, and the screen was even broken into several large pieces. The precious graphite inkstone rolled down a corner of the study, dyeing the light yellow fluffy carpet with a long trace of ink.

It is really hard to imagine that books, calligraphy and paintings are scattered all over the ground. This is the quiet and elegant study of the King of Wei.

Li Tai, with a big belly, leaned half on the couch, panting heavily, and completely lost his usual good face as a smiling Buddha.

The blood vessels that are buried deep in fat meat on weekdays also appear, and they are squirming like earthworms. You can imagine the anger in their hearts.

He slapped the bed with a few fingers like radish. The fat on his face was somewhat deformed due to his anger.

Maybe because of being too fat, the whole person looks very funny, but his small eyes are shining with brilliance, and a hint of ruthlessness flashes from time to time.

"Yang Fan, I will definitely make you look good..." Li Tai gritted his teeth and was so angry that he couldn't reveal his anger.

Then he glanced at Zhang Zhongye, the Minister of Rites who was standing in the lower position, and was a little nervous.

These people are really a pig's brain, and they are better off than to succeed.

I have planned something for so long and I am about to succeed, but I don’t know that something has happened now.

I originally thought that as long as Li Daozong got out of office, he could arrange his own people to serve as the Minister of Rites, and then all the people in the Ministry of Rites would be their own people.

In the court, he had the ability to wrestle the arm of the Crown Prince Li Chengqian. If he performed better in the future, coupled with his father's favor, great events would be expected.

But what about now?

It made Yang Fan so badly. What's even more annoying is that this self-righteous Gu Bingcheng directly used this naive method of fake accounts to deal with Yang Fan.

Haven't you heard that Yang Fan is superior in calculating? I remember that even the talented man Xu Zhang was defeated.

It’s really an old birthday boy who eats arsenic and seeks death!

Li Tai became more angry when he saw this thin old man thinking about it. He kept his anger in his chest and didn't know how to vent his face, and his face became more and more ferocious.

When Zhang Zhongye saw Li Tai's angry look, he naturally knew that Gu Bingcheng was a little too hasty today.

He never expected that the young Yang Fan would have such a way to easily conquer the generals of the host and guest office with lightning speed, and also caused Li Tai to lose a general.

However, Zhang Zhongye also knew Li Tai's temper, so it was useless to persuade him now, and he couldn't listen to whatever he said.

If you dare to persuade me, the jars and jars in the study may fly to your head.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhongye stood aside with his eyebrows down and said nothing, as if he was afraid of causing trouble to the fish in the pond.

He has old arms and legs, and he doesn't want to be hit by those bottles, bottles, or something like that.

Although he was a little guilty, he was not guilty or afraid. After all, he was a member of the Zhang family of the Jiangnan Chinese clan.

If you don’t look at the monk’s face and look at the Buddha’s face, even if you make a mistake, Li Tai will not really punish him after he gets angry.

However, he still has to look at it on the surface. At this moment, he looked bitter and revengeful, and kept sighing.

Every time Li Tai threw something, it became even more painful for Zhang Zhongye to blame him.

After staring at Zhang Zhongye for a while, Li Tai's fat flesh sucked. This old fox is too good at acting, so he might as well go to the stage to dub it. What kind of official is he?

In fact, Li Tai knew in his heart that although Zhang Zhongye did not report to him in advance and made a decision, he did not make any mistakes.

Who knew that everyone's praise would be so careful on the first day of taking office?

I really underestimated this slut, and I thought this person was just a little talented in poetry, but I didn't expect it.

Alas, it’s not that the ** army is too incompetent, but that the opponent is too cunning!
Chapter completed!