The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

The self-blaming Xiaozhi sighed and continued to inquire with Zhao Yun: "Ms. Cai is there with Madam?"

"Yes, thanks to Mrs. Cai's frequent visits, she can make her smile."

Hearing this, Xiaozhi nodded in agreement, and said goodbye to Zhao Yun: "Then I will go in now, you are busy, but I don't know how many years the mountains have been seen here, but I still haven't seen enough."

After mumbling this sentence, Xiaozhi turned to the one leading behind him, and patted the back of the head of the teenage boy: "Go go and find your Uncle Zhao to learn two tricks. Don't be like your father, every day. Thinking about how to serve people."

"You also grew up listening to the story of the young master of the Gu family. A-niang doesn't ask you to be like mortals like the young master, but only hopes that you can learn some skills so that you can stand on it in the future!"

After finishing these instructions, the slightly fat kid under Xiaozhi's hand, with a tooth, took away the two half-old children under his command, and rushed in the direction behind Zhao Yun.

Pounced towards the small body that had leaned out from behind General Zhao Yun's white steed because of their presence...the little body that prevented them from approaching.

"Hao Yuesheng, you are another lingering fellow. You are just a named disciple accepted by General Zhao. To put it bluntly, you are a leader, dare you to prevent General Zhao from accepting a disciple?"

And the kid named Hao Yuesheng, even though he looked much thinner than the children of the Gu family, but the branch that he pulled off temporarily in his hand was not vegetarian.

I saw this thin, dry-haired child screaming at the group of puffiness on the opposite side.

"Hundred birds face the phoenix spear!"

"Boys, my General Zhao doesn't collect all waste."

"If you can't even pass this level for me, are you embarrassed to join General Zhao's side?"

"I have been under the guidance of Gu Zheng's foster father since I was a kid. It's just that his carbine reverberating through the Central Plains is too powerful, my master said, it can't be used against you."

"Right, Master Zhao?"

Hao Yuesheng turned her head to Zhao Yun's direction as if waiting for praise. This serious-faced man turned to look at those little fat people who were only long and not long-brained. After being poked repeatedly with black eyes, he finally laughed heartily. Up.

His smile gradually echoed in the mountains and rivers, and finally merged with the relieved and relieved smile of Diao Chan, who was born in Huafa's early life, and became a freeze frame, ending in a piece of darkness.

"So, this is over?"

With a calm smile on his face, he forgot to read the book, flatly returning to: "It's over."

After recovering, Gu Zheng picked up a side of the slightly wrinkled Nanjing smoke and slowly lit it for himself. Amidst the misty white smoke rising, he silently looked at the return gift that he had expected.

"Is this the trophy of the Sixteenth World?"

"Yes." In answer to his laugh and forget the book, he automatically brought a bit of flattery, and a bit curiously poked his head over, wanting to see what the world's feedback is.

The package placed on the table was huge, but Gu Zheng recognized at a glance what exactly this bright red colorful embroidered package was made of.

He held the cigarette in his mouth and carefully opened the furoshiki. After slowly opening it, he puffed it towards the bottom of the table. The whole picture of the colorful furoshiki was revealed in front of him.

This is Gu Zheng's cloak of victory, the complicated palace embroidery, and the eye-catching color scheme, which made him extremely familiar.

One of the stitches and threads was slowly embroidered by him watching Diao Chan under the lamp.

And Gu Zheng, who was holding it in his hand, kept groping, and could no longer see another gift wrapped in the package...a guqin as it was before.

Loving mother's hands are threaded, coughing coughing coughing, not right, it shouldn't be the scene.

Gu Zheng smiled self-deprecatingly, and lifted the blue cotton nightgown on his body like this, and surrounded the familiar cloak behind him.

"Haha, it's still comfortable, Superman cloak."

"Huh wait? What is this?"

When Gu Zheng was stunned and took the last set of full-standard armors that had been disassembled into his hands, under the bulbs of the incandescent lamps, they glowed with a brilliant light that surprised him.

"My silver scale breastplate?"

"Hahaha, golden bow, silver scale armor, this time the equipment is complete."

Only Xiao Wangshu spit out silently. Your main weapon, the machete, might not match these.

But for those who craze grass and play rabbits, will there be better appearances in the future?

Xiao Wangshu, who was still thinking about this question, was suddenly taken aback by Gu Zheng's next question.

"So how much life span have I achieved in this world?"

"Oh, let me see."

"Because the client of this world is himself a short-lived ghost."

Speaking of this, Xiao Wangshu was already shrouded in the red cloak, and under the gaze of Gu Zheng, who was grinning and terrifying, he began to stammer.

"So, what the world can give you feedback is that you have saved countless people of the Han Dynasty."

"Subtract the ten years you spent in that world, and the final income is five full years."

"In other words, with the income from the previous world, your life span is now 28+5=33 years old, and your maximum limit is still 40. Please keep the host's efforts."

Hey, there are a lot of them.

How many lives did he save for the Han people?

Forget it, he should be content with the vested interests.

Gu Zheng, who was too lazy to think, gently wiped the armor clean with the gauze on the side. After the assembly was completed, he put the guqin on his side on the antique rack on one side.

After looking back at this room full of memories again, he closed the study door and left quietly.

...

Wave the sleeves without taking away a little dust, it is time to return to reality and experience the chic life after the renewal of life.

It's a pity that what Gu Zheng thought was pretty good.

But he had forgotten that this place was no longer his Gu's mansion, but his pocket-sized and pristine Hongmen Village courtyard.

From the study to his own bedroom, there are several meters of outdoor space.

At first, he relied on that he had just finished the piston exercise equivalent to an eight-kilometer run, and it was full of warmth to walk into the study.

But now, the anger on his body was gone, and he could only endure the small cold wind that was already less than ten degrees at night in the capital city, and continued to wander back with the birds.

Gu Zheng shrank his neck, and subconsciously wrapped the cloak tightly.

He ran for two steps and opened the bedroom with air-conditioning. When he was about to get into his own quilt, he was taken aback by the person in his quilt.

I go!

That world has stayed too long, it must be ten years or so, right?

He had forgotten that there was still this Doctor Leng who was not mindful of his kidneys in his bed.

This strange and white flesh T finally awakened the memory he was about to forget. For a while, he seemed to have done something wrong and secretly looked out the window of his house.

He seems to have had such scenes many times, right?

Before his wedding, when Senior Sister Cai Wenji met him for the last time, was he also so worried?

Just at the moment when Gu Zheng was about to fall into the memory again, the person next to him might have felt the cold breath that Gu Zheng came back from outside, hummed twice, and slowly woke up. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What time is it? My phone rang? Have surgery? "

The woman who has been awakened has an inexplicable hoarseness and **** in her voice because she has not yet woken up.

Let Gu Zheng's memory revive again.

Oh, when Doctor Leng was about to fall asleep, he seemed to remind him.

Her cell phone, which is turned on 24 hours a day, is placed on the bedside table. If Gu Zheng is unfamiliar with anyone, help me listen. If there is a red emergency call, we must find a way to wake her up.

In retrospect, Gu Zheng answered with a softer voice. He said to Leng Shuang like coaxing a child: "It's okay, the phone didn't ring, I just had something in my mind and couldn't sleep, so I just went out for a walk."

"Well, that's good, what time is it?"

Gu Zheng subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the opposite wall, and softly returned: "Three thirty, will you go to bed again, what time are you in? I call you."