Listen to music on the hook.
The oiran hangs from the attic and asks: "What is the meaning of lovesickness in this world?"
Xu Yuanxiao: "Twenty ounces of Nine-leaf Chonglou, one penny of cicada pupae on the winter solstice, fried in the next year's snow, can cure the lovesickness of the world."
The most beautiful oiran in the capital had misty eyes, and her red lips parted slightly: "Sir, I don't want to talk about poetry tonight."
Xu Yuanxiao: "If you are tired of listening to poetry, I also know how to arrange flowers and jade."
Literary and moral disputes.
Xu Yuanxiao punched out, and the golden light shone like a little sun. The scholar was hit by the punch before he could even pick up his pen, and blood spurted from his mouth.
"Young man... You, you don't respect martial ethics! It's an insult to politeness!!"
"I'm a scholar, so I know how to punch and kick, right?"
In the court room.
Xu Yuanxiao angrily scolded the ignorant king and officials, spitting like stars.
The beautiful queen pulled him to rest on her lap and stuffed a peeled grape into his mouth.
"Aiqing said you were tired, so you moisturized your voice and continued."
Xu Yuanxiao corrected angrily: "Your Majesty, please call me husband!"
The beautiful queen's cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
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A grass will survive for nine calamities, and it will go against the yin and yang to cause chaos in life and death.
A broken seal stirs up the boundless storm.
Civil and military immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas, six realms compete, and heroes rise together.
When the general trend is overwhelming, who is crying silently?
When a saint has not emerged for a thousand years, who can save the world?
This day.
There is a demon disaster at the Demon Town Pass, and the fox fairy enshrined in the village seems to be anxiously looking for something.
In the haunted Gobi desert, a modern social animal traveled through time and became Xu Yuanxiao, following his brother on a journey to keep an appointment with great trepidation.
"Brother, can the city lord's daughter really like me?"
Landscaper, Chao Yujing, singing and singing, his writing is astonishing...
Pure self-pleasure text [smile]