Nightfall

The first volume of the early morning Empire] The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 218 Under the banyan tree, by the pond

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A middle-aged man is watching Junyu under the tree under the pond of a village in Daheguo. (Text-only novel)

A white cloth wrapped around his face, covering his injured eyes, he could not see the blisters of fish spit in the pond, nor the undulations of the fishing line. If he was changed to an ordinary person, he would be upset and depressed, but he The hand holding the fishing rod is still so stable, the expression is calm and not anxious.

The thin bamboo rod sags slightly, drawing into a bow-like curve, and the fishing line extends into the pond water, so that a water reptile quickly avoids it, and the bottom of the water has a tail swing.

The middle-aged man's right hand was slightly tight, and he lifted the bamboo rod. A non-fat carp was lifted out of the water, struggling like a rattle. In the fish basket in the pool, the movements are extremely skilled, and I want to do these things recently.

A woman wearing plain clothes walked behind him and looked at the fish basket with a joyful admiration. The woman's appearance was usually just beautiful, and her clothes were plain and simple, but she was clean, and her eyebrows seemed to be in her early twenties. The numbness of the falling guest in the depths of joy in his eyes is like that of his thirties. The woman said a few words to him and helped him walk towards the back of the tree.

Behind the banyan tree is a small courtyard. The fence is slightly slanted and the thatched grass is declining. It looks a little broken, but the yard and the house are cleaned up very cleanly, just like the woman feels that other book friends are watching.

"It seems that you really like fishing. If there are still fish left, Minger I will go to town to change some wine songs and come back. I heard that fish like to eat those things."

Said the woman.

The middle-aged man said: "I don't like fishing, but I can't help seeing things for so many days. I'm in a hurry, and I'm in a state of uneasiness. I want to calm my mind."

"Dr. Song said, if there is no problem with Zhongyao, it should be good today."

The woman helped him sit down on the chair and looked nervously at his face, trying to reach out to untie the white cloth that was covering his eyes, but he was afraid to move because he was worried.

The middle-aged man could not see but seemed to see her every move and smiled and said comfortably: "Even if it is not good, it will be the number of days.

The woman's fingers were twisted together nervously, blaming and said: "Don't dare to talk like this, it must be good, you can see it with your eyes."

Slightly shaking his fingers, he untied the knot of the white cloth behind the middle-aged man's head, and then carefully Xiang Tao circumvented his ear, peeling it layer by layer until it was finally untied.

The skylight spilled into the small courtyard from above the lined tree and leaked into the house. It fell on the face of the small tree and was covered with white cloth for many days. It was pale because it had not seen the sun for a long time.

His eyebrows were very tight and his eyes were closed tightly. Although he could comfort the woman that everything was a few days, although he was the first free and easy person in the world, he was still nervous and beautiful. & t; novel`]

Standing in front of him, the woman lowered her head nervously and looked at his eyes softly to cheer for him: "It's okay, open it and see, maybe you can see it."

The middle-aged man's eyes twitched slightly, and he didn't know how long it had passed. Finally he slowly opened the slightly depressed eye socket and his eyes were dull.

The woman was a little disappointed. The intense sweat drenched her clothes. She unconsciously loosened her neckline and took the last fluke to ask: "Can you look at it?"

Just then, the wind passed through the banyan tree outside the courtyard, driving the sky to shake.

A touch of skylight fell into the dull eyes of the middle-aged man, as if he would never go further away, only to stay in the middle, the light was gradually brightening, and it was like a fishing rod trembling, the surface of the pond rippled, and the breath of life came back.

The picture of Yan Tao gradually became clearer from blur.

He saw a woman with a beautiful face, a simple Confucian dress from the Dahe Kingdom, a nervous and anxious expression on her body, a crystal sweat bead slipping from her neck, and a sweat bead sliding towards her. Two regiments of white tentacles between the collars

Middle-aged male Mou Jingjing looked at her and said, "I can see it."

The woman was very pleased, and then suddenly noticed that his gaze stayed on his chest. He shyly turned sideways, sorting his clothes in a panic, avoiding his eyes.

The middle-aged man looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of gratitude to other book friends who were watching :.

If these women were not taken care of by these women these days, they would not hesitate to look for doctors and buy medicines with the strange eyes of the villagers. His eyes could not be cured so quickly.

Until now, he still doesn't know who this woman is. This is the first time he saw her. In the past days of chatting, he only knew that the other party was a widow.

"Thank you for your care these days."

The middle-aged man said sincerely.

The woman sorted her clothes, turned slowly, and said softly, "I still don't know your name."

The middle-aged man said: "My name is Chao Xiaoshu. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a small tree at the entrance of the village."

The woman looked at his Qingjun's mature eyebrows, feeling slightly panicked and a little sad. She thought that this man must be a storyteller. Maybe he would go if his eyes were cured?

"This is the remaining medicine money."

Suddenly thinking of something, she reached for a handful of broken silver in her skirt and handed it in front of Xiaoshu.

Thinking towards Xiaoshu, he took the broken silver and put it back in his clothes without saying much.

Seeing that she didn't leave the leftovers for her thanks, the woman felt a little bit happy, and told him to take a rest and don't be greedy for reading too long, so she went to boil water and cook a beautiful novel.

After dinner, I took a shower since my eyes were hurt ... I was so refreshed and refreshed towards Xiaoshu ... Then I put on my wife with some shame and anger, and handed me an ordinary farm uniform.

He walked into the courtyard, looked at the dim flowing clouds in the night vault, looked at the halo beside those clouds, and knew that although his eyes could see things, it still took time to fully recover.

Thinking of the shocking sword that struck from the outside of the cloud that day, squinting towards Xiaoshu, and then shook his head with a smile, thought with emotion, Liu Sheng Bai Jian really is the world's first strong.

Defeat under Liu Bai's sword, Chao Xiaoshu was calm and even relieved, because this is a matter of course.

Unlike the young people in Longqing, Chao Xiaoshu, who has been struggling for years in the night world of Chang'an City, although he is a real underworld king, but he never had any obsession with the world, because of this, he never Fear of failure and frustration, instead, as long as failure and frustration did not let him die, he could learn from each failure and frustration and then progress.

Thinking about the battle with Liu Shengbai, the sword saint, suddenly a sound of water rang from the house ... The sound of the water was loud ... Occasionally, it was the sound of water dripping from the woman's smooth body.

Zhao Xiaoshu looked into the house without retreat. Although Hua knew that the light was on, if he turned around, he would probably be able to see the beautiful silhouette on the window paper.

He just smiled and listened quietly, listening a little fascinatingly.

After the woman took a bath ... walked to the small courtyard and walked to his side.

Slightly wet and fragrant breath penetrates into the beautiful novel towards Xiaoshu's nose :.

There was water dripping from the woman's wet hair.

The woman's clothes were also slightly damp and warm.

This is very humid and warm.

The woman looked at his profile, suddenly hugged his waist, and said with a trembling voice: "Can you tell me your story?"

Zhao Xiaoshu looked down at her quietly and said, "My story is really boring."

The woman buried her head in his arms and murmured: "But that is the story outside. I want to hear. After you leave, I have at least some stories."

Raising his hand towards Xiaoshu ... gently stroking her wet hair, feeling the woman's body in her arms getting hotter and hotter.

The woman secretly bit her lower lip and bravely ... raised her head and hugged him tightly ... stretching her right hand into his dressing room awkwardly and tremblingly, then tipped her toes and blocked her lips Hold his lips.

"I won't obey the woman."

She murmured.

Zhao Xiaoshu gently sipped her lips, and her right hand slowly moved up from her waist, stroking the plump body with a thin wet shirt, and said, "Do you still want to listen to the story?"

The woman's shy blush gradually grew, but she stubbornly refused to leave his arms, kissed him indifferently, and murmured: "I know you are going, I don't want to listen to the story, I want you to give me The story is being read by other book friends: "

"I'm not in a hurry ..."

Gently pushed her away towards Xiaoshu and kissed her on the forehead. , Said with a smile: "Or else tell the story first?"

When the night breeze passed through the leaning fence and brushed on the thin wet clothes, the chill made the woman awake, only to realize what shameful actions she had done before, only to feel that her cheeks were too hot, but her lips The residual taste, the warmth of the chest Tao made her reluctant to leave.

"Is not you going home?"

"Not urgent."

Chao Xiaoshu replied that although Chang'an City is good, there are friends and His Majesty and an old father, but he doesn't want to go back now, because it is very calm here, because there are tree-lined trees, there are women who care for themselves.

The woman said softly: "But your family will worry."

Zhao Xiaoshu said: "I will write to them."

The woman was brave enough to give her a hug, but was refused, but she was a little shy, turned her fingers around, and hurried into the house on the grounds of making the bed.

Dim oil is the beautiful scenery under the woman's skirt reflected in the light.

Chao Xiaoshu's eyes have just recovered, looking at the scenery, he feels more beautiful and beautiful novels.

That night, the little tree and the woman were still sleeping in separate beds. As to who is tossing, who is on the opposite side, and who is regretting, then it is unknown, only knowing that the bugs in the fence in the night are better than Usually it seems to be a lot of gentleness, and the bed board in the room creaks like a moan.

"In the early morning," there was a sudden noise outside the upper house, breaking the peace and ambiguity here.

Dozens of villagers held things like steel **** hoes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ led by a few gray-haired old men, surrounded the small courtyard, and then overthrown the already inclined fence extremely brutally .

The woman who was cooking breakfast wiped off the sweat beads on her forehead, looked nervously at these tribes, and said with a trembling voice: "Four lords, what do you ask?"

The object of her speech is the white-haired old man of the tribe Tao Fang. The old man is the patriarch, and he has the authority to speak up throughout the village and even the town.

The patriarch did not answer her words, looking at her indifferently was like looking at a dead man.

She was answered by a strong man and some muddy mud.

"Don't obey women."

The strong man said viciously.

A few groups of muddy and smelly mud were smashed **** her by the clan, making the clean ceremonial dress she was deliberately wearing extremely dirty.

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