Chapter 174 3
Women are sometimes like wearing intestinal poison, which makes men unable to stop and can't put it down, just when Zhao Ze and Xiao Bailang are in love with each other.
The scholar living in the shabby alley had a gossip. Originally, it was an unintentional move. He wanted to see how Liangshan's Zhao Ze's future fortune was and whether he was flat for the rest of his life. He didn't know if he didn't see it. It was amazing and almost made the scholar faint.
He said in his heart, "This person's life is not to mention peach blossoms, and there are many hardships. He is still in danger from time to time..."
"Forget it, beauty disaster, beauty disaster, how can such words be said? Don't look at it if it's impolite."
The scholar really regretted divination and said in his heart, "Buddha is really right. All evil ** are the head. Good, good. How can I be frightened when it comes to ** evil things? Can't I accept the woman's love of fish and water, or can't stand the overturning **, or lust is not a righteous man. As the saying goes, but there is no fault in wine, sex and wealth, as long as you don't take the evil road..."
Thinking about this, if the scholar felt something, he immediately wrote a poem on the wall, and he wrote with a pen:
If you don't get drunk, you are a hero, and if you don't have sex, you are the highest
It is not advisable to have unrighteous wealth. If you are angry, you will be angry and disappear.
After finishing the question, he toss the pen, took advantage of the slight drunkenness, left the hut and came to the courtyard.
At this time, it was a cool breeze blowing from the distant mountains outside the city. The breeze sent a refreshing, and the faint fragrance of the moist air suddenly made people feel relaxed and comfortable. Unconsciously, they were intoxicated in the picturesque green mountains and floating on the long white clouds.
When I think about this, I can't help but think about it: the distant mountains are like a painting heart, intention, and love. Between heaven and earth, I can go to the end of the world. In the vast world, I am the dust; the world is floating, and I can't tell anything. Listen to the sound of silence and taste the taste of life. The shabby room is cold and warm. After talking, there is a bottle of light wine. Time is easy to pass, but regret is difficult to regret.
The scholar was intoxicated in the artistic conception of reverie and felt immortal. At this time, the book boy came closer and said, "Sir, that Zhao Ze is here again. This time he asked someone to send a few books, which were printed by the Blowing Snow Bookstore, and a large set of pearls, saying that it was to nourish his body. I don't know if I'm seeing you or not, sir!"
"No, the book is left, and the pearls are returned. I want wine. Tell him to send good wine next time."
"So, what should I tell them?" The book boy asked.
"Why haven't you made any progress with me for so long? Why did I accept you, your apprentice?" The scholar shook his head and was about to tell each other.
The book boy suddenly had an epiphany and said happily, "Well, I said that my husband went to visit his friends and would not come back until it snowed. And he didn't like vulgar things. He could leave books and didn't want pearls, but he really wanted to drink recently. If only he had some good wine."
"Oh, didn't you say this last time? If you answer the same words correctly, people will think that I deliberately shirk and find another excuse!"
"This?" The scholar scratched his head and thought hard. After a moment, he clapped his hands and said, "No, master, I said that I was sick first and wanted to drink. At this time, it was inconvenient to see the guests and wait for the illness to recover."
"You, you are obviously cursing me." The scholar wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh. He knocked hard on the book boy's head and reminded him, "I said that I went to look for plums in the snow and came back when the snow fell. Please bring him a few jars of wine."
"Oh, it's still the master. I'm going to tell Zhao Ze now."
"Go ahead, don't spill the beans!"
"Don't worry, master, I'm good at it. I won't lose your face."
The book boy turned around and left the backyard and came to Chaimen. Seeing that Zhao Ze was still standing there respectfully, he told him
: "My husband went to look for plum blossoms in the snow. He won't come back until the snow falls. At that time, please ask Lord Zhao to bring some jars of wine to drive out the cold for my husband!"
"Stepping on the snow to find plums?" Zhao Ze looked at the sky and said in his heart that there was no snow in such a warm weather. You don't have to step on the snow to find plums?
The book boy saw what Zhao Ze meant and quickly explained, "My husband will have a heavy snow in the near future when he watches the stars at night, so that's why he means it. By the way, keep the book. I'll tell him when he comes back."
"Oh" Zhao Ze was sad again.
This time, Xiaobai followed Zhao Ze. Seeing that Zhao Ze was depressed, she quickly pinched him and cheered him up, "The monk can't run away from the temple. This gentleman will always come back. Brother Zhao, you don't have to be sad."
"I'm not sad, I'm excited, excited"
"That's good. Let's go back. I think the gentleman will come back after watching the snow scene. By the way, where did your husband say he went to find plums in the snow?" Xiao Bai took the opportunity to ask the book boy,
The book boy said, and it took a long time to answer, "I'm going to step on the snow to look for plum!"
"Go east, isn't that Liang Shanshuibo?"
"Exactly, exactly, my husband said that the snow will be very big, and many people will starve to death at that time. Please be prepared. Oh, please forgive me for saying what you shouldn't have said. Well, Lord Zhao, please go well. I won't be far away."
"Ah, okay, I know. Fortunately, there is a master's clever calculation, otherwise I will still be in the dark. Thank you, brother. I don't know what to call me."
"Little nameless!"
"Nameless?" Zhao Ze wondered whether there was no name or no name.
Xiaobai saw more. He took Zhao Ze's arm and told him, "They are called nameless. Am I right, unknown brother?"
"What my sister said is exactly, a nameless is a small name"
"Oh, thank you, the unknown brother, for telling you directly. Let's send this pearl to the little brother, and the gentleman will send these books. What does the unknown brother think?"
I met someone who gave him a gift for the first time in my life. I was so happy that I couldn't express my words. After taking the plate of pearls with both hands, my cheeks turned red with excitement. I quickly said, "Thank you very much, thank you very much, my nameless will tell my husband Mr. Zhao."
"Okay, that's good. There's an unknown guy. I'll say goodbye and say goodbye!"
After saying goodbye to the book boy again, Zhao Ze and Xiaobai returned happily one after another.
Standing in front of Chaimen and looking at the lovers who were flirting just now, a feeling of inexplicable suddenly appeared in my heart. I don't know what it is and how to describe it. Anyway, it's strange, which makes people feel itchy and itchy. I just want to take off my clothes and see what's on my chest. Jumping and jumping.