Chapter 53: The First Lady Ximen is here

face."Big official of Ximen, you are also a respectable person in Yanggu County!"(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({});"you usually drink wine and visit those girls in the green house, but..."five, five, 52!" These scholars will blow up right now!

it's just that they just got up from their chairs. Wu Zhi stared and pointed: "Shaote Niang keeps talking!" If you can't afford it, get out of here! "

those who stand up sit down slowly again.

in front of talented women, even if they have no money in their pockets, they still have to borrow money on credit to eat!

and Li Qingzhao, what he was staring at at this time was not Wuzhi's people, but the words on the wooden sign!

she rushed up, snatched the wooden sign from Wuzhi and stared at it closely.

for a while, the talented woman, who is full of capital, let out a sigh.

"Beauty!" How beautiful! "

Wu Zhi looked at Li Qingzhao with a puzzled look on his face. "isn't it just Song style what's so beautiful about it"

in modern times, Song style is the most commonly used handwriting for carving and copying, because it is beautiful, neat and highly recognizable, and children practice calligraphy mostly according to the Song style.

"Song style"

Li Qingzhao grabbed the wooden sign in his hand and asked Wu Zhi, "Wuashi, who on earth are you studying from" It can be said that the "three-character Sutra" you mentioned just now and the good words you wrote are unheard of and unseen. "

Wu Zhi said without shame: "needless to say, of course I came up with it myself." My parents died when I was a child, and I lived with my brother. It was not easy to get a wife and put his head on his belt before he appeared in such a small family business. In my capacity, which scholar would like to accept me as a disciple "

"did you make it yourself" Li Qingzhao looked at Wuzhi with an unbelievable face.

"Hmm!"

"impossible!" Li Qingzhao shook his head abruptly. "it's absolutely impossible for you to make it yourself. It must have been taught by a master!"

Li Qingzhao saw what Wu Zhi did along the way and decided that he was the kind of elegant man who could not read.

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seeing is believing. These words are indeed written by Wu Zhi with Li Qingzhao's own eyes. But she could not understand that it was a miracle that a barbarian like Wu Zhi could even write, let alone such a fine handwriting!

"believe it or not, I don't have to prove anything to you anyway."

at this time Wu Yuemei and Zhao Fureng also came in. As soon as Wu Zhi saw Wu Yuemei, he immediately walked forward with a smile, clasped his fist and said, "Yo, here comes the aunt of Ximen!" There is an elegant room upstairs. Let me show you up. "

Wu Yuemei looked at Wu Zhi. Zhu's lips gently pursed, Mei Dai contained spring, and the eyes were moist, about to drip honey.

these days, all she thinks about is this man in front of her day and night, and all that comes to mind is what happened to them on Jingyanggang that day.

were chased by tigers together, jumped into the water together and rolled on the ground together.

mouth to mouth, lip to lip, cuddle and hug.

one after another very dangerous pictures, to Wu Yuemei's memory, has become extremely ambiguous.

when she went up the stairs and was almost on the second floor, Wu Yuemei suddenly stepped on the air! The body could not help but fall back, and at the critical moment Wu Zhi's hand was quickly copied to Wu Yuemei's slender willow waist.

"Hmm!"

Wu Yuemei's plump, fleshy body was tightly hugged into her arms by Wu Yuemei.

the two peaks in front of the chest are squeezed on Wuzhi's solid chest, squeezing out two tender white round balls!

Wu Zhi bowed her head and Wu Yuemei raised her head.

she breathed so much that she wanted to squeeze her whole body into Wuzhi's arms. In the purples of the lips, the incense confided is full of meaning, and it is all spring love.

"Lady Simon, are you all right"put a hand on his tongue and licked it. Then he put his finger in the air.this is how special forces snipers judge the direction of the wind. As long as there is air passing through, wet fingers can e...