Chapter 64: Drought

When Wang Xiaomei opened his eyes, the blooming peach blossoms shook his eyes. At that moment, he couldn't even tell where he was. It took him a while to remember that he and Wenfeng had returned to the underground palace.
Someone beside him stretched his arms and pressed it against his lower abdomen, so that his back was tightly pressed against the chest and lower abdomen of the man behind him, and there was an extra'third party' between them.
Wang Xiaoba twitched at the corner of his mouth, holding up the iron fist hammer of justice, and the man behind him hummed, his chin resting on Wang Xiaoma's shoulder, said hoarsely and stickyly, "It hurts."
"Fold it."
Wang Xiaolan sneered: "No, how good is our healing ability, and even if it is folded, it can grow!"
Smelling the wind and breathing coldly, smirking, "What should I do if it's crooked?"
Wang Xiaoma turned his head to stare at him: "It was not straight!"
"Get up, isn't today your friend's day? Although it's turned into dumplings, we'll sort it out anyway, and let people come and see what we're lying like in the coffin!"
Wang Xiaoba pushed him and slid his hand into the collar of the robe that was already loose, and touched the strong muscles inside. Wang Xiaoba was stunned, and then coughed and touched several times before leaving the coffin casually. climb up.
Wen Feng squinted to enjoy the feeling of skin contact. When the hand left, the deep pupils spread slightly, and Wen Feng silently pushed the top teeth with the tip of his tongue.
After changing to a new fiery suit, Wang Xiaoma sat on the round bench. The long and cumbersome hair was gently combed with the horns by the smell of the wind. Finally, it was with a hair band to bring the crown hairpin.
When Wang Xiaomei rode to Wenfengjin to stand and wait for the bronze mirror to tidy up his clothes, he closed his eyes and called Muyi to learn how to smell Fengfeng.
After the wind was done, Mu Yi and they also came to the side hall.
"Well...what should I use to entertain the guests?" Wang Xiaohe hesitated and arranged tasks for Mu Yimu one by one. "There are many organs in the tomb palace, Musan, you can turn off everything that can be turned off. What if someone walks to the door and falls to the corner where the horn fell off? There are also those lamplights that can be turned on as much as possible. Make it brighter..."
"We have a lot of beautiful cups in the side hall...the other party is here and they don't know where to entertain." "Where did you drink the last time?"
Rao Youxing listened to Wang Xiaozai's arrangement and laughed, "Just under the tree."
"Fine……"
Wang Xiaoma thought about it and said, "Xiaowenzi, you will first remove the coffin and put it in the side hall. It is not good to set up a'bed' when drinking, and then you put the small table and futon cushions in the side hall. , And those good-looking wine glasses."
"Right! I also said to drink, why don't we know that we have wine in the tomb!" Wang Xiaomei stared at the wind, "You still carry wine with me?"
"It was buried at the time of the burial, and I rarely drink it." Wen Feng Jin Renjun couldn't help but looked at the serious commander, Wang Xiaoma, who racked his brains to arrange the tomb palace, and said with a smile: "It really has the style of my wife and mother. "
Wang Xiaoba: "...Yuck."
Who is the mistress? You are the mistress! Believe it or not, I took off my pants and showed you my body!
Wang Xiaoma rolled his eyes at him and urged the news to go as soon as possible. Mu Yiyi got orders to happily go out and do his own job, as if he still thought it was fun, and regarded this as a game.
Even Wen Feng was directed by Wang Xiaoba to do work, with a sense of pleasure that confused Wang Xiaoba.
He didn't know how serious he was in the eyes of Wen Feng, as if he regarded the tomb palace as a home, and also had a sense of belonging to the tomb palace.
When Wang Xiaomei was busy with his work, the entire tomb was completely renovated - not at all, at least the lights were bright and gave people a warm inhabitation.
It also makes Wang Xiaomei more or less a sense of accomplishment.
He just wanted to ask Wen Fengjin when that person came, and Wen Fengjin said, "Come."
At this time, Wang Xiaoma and Wen Feng stood on the cliff pavilion connected to the high platform with their arms, and Wen Yan Wang Xiaoma stood up straight and looked out.
The non-extinguishing lights of the sharks illuminate the entire side hall in rows, and a team of people quickly appeared in their vision...
It was a young man who was holding something in the arms of a general's clothes. The beast head girdle and soft armor were draped over his body. There was a long sword around his waist, and the copper-inlaid boots came out of the ground. He didn’t wear a helmet, only his high hair with a forehead and a long feather crown. Like a little general in a game, he walked and strode wildly, relaxed and relaxed. As for the age, the face is only about 19 years old.
Wang Xiaomao: Of course it was probably 19 years old during his lifetime. As for how many years he died... It has been a thousand years since I heard the wind.
The vaguely accompanying ‘people’ behind him did not leave after approaching the side hall.
Until the young teenager continued to move forward, the other party's appearance was not as ugly and ugly as the zombie in Wang Xiaomen's imagination, but rather like a living person. When he walked in, Wang Xiaomen only saw his hands clearly. What is held is not a thing, but a person.
A man wrapped tightly, without legs...
The other party apparently saw them too, and he showed a hearty smile to Wenfeng without losing his respect. When he looked at Wang Xiaoma who was standing with Wenfeng on his arms, he showed a surprised expression.
Then he raised his eyebrows.
When he walked in front of him, he said, "Congratulations to Senior Wen, this is Mrs. Wen? I didn't expect to see you wake up the day I saw you." His eyes swept across the two of them. On the arm together, the muzzle was envious.
"The two are very affectionate. Unlike me and my wife, he only makes me angry."
Wenfeng Jinwen said with a smile in his eyes, there was so little showing off that said: "Brother really is very considerate to me."
Wang Xiaomao: ...what caring? Did you give your stern son Jue Zheng Tequan this morning?
And ma'am? Wang Xiaoma secretly looked at the stern man wrapped in the arms of the young general, "Uh, this is your wife? Why didn't she speak?"
"Speak?" The young military general grinned. "You are sacrificed by the blood of the demon king, so you have such a good body and consciousness. Both my wife and I have cultivated a little bit from ordinary zombies. I am also the first two. The red hair has disappeared for a hundred years, and it has become a'dark roe'. It has restored all human consciousness and the ability to walk freely. As for my wife's slow practice, she still can't speak.
He pulled the white cloth that wrapped the man in his arms a little, revealing a shrivelled ghost hand with purple hair like needles and black nails, almost scaring Wang Xiaola jumped up.
He caught him a little closer without smelling the wind, and let Wang Xiao spit and calm down.
The young military commander on the opposite side didn't even think that his "lady" had any weirdness. Instead, he held the man in his arms with a sweet hand, and held the ghost hand to his mouth to kiss.
Wang Xiaoma: ...!
Lying trough, this also has to talk? Does Mao not talk? I believe in true love again!
After seeing the wind, it is not strange that Wang Xiaolai led the teenager to the small table set under the acacia tree to sit down.
The low table has simmered the hot wine. I don’t know how many years of the best wine has been exuded under the heat to exude its own wine. As soon as it was seated, the young generals sniffed the wine and praised a few words. liqueur'.
Although only three futons were laid out, seeing that the young military general did not put down the ‘wife’ in his arms even though the wine was greedy, Wang Xiaozai did not call Mu Yi to come over.
"Little bastard." Wen Feng called him suddenly.
Wang Xiaoma quickly sat up straight, "What's wrong?"
Wen Feng smiled, "It has not been officially introduced. This is the friend I mentioned with you. He is the general of the Great Angkor 200 years after your death. He is named Ankai. He is surrounded by his wife, An. Cheng Jing."
Wang Xiaoma quickly nodded to Ankai.
Wen Fengjin said to Ankai: "As for my brother, you already know, I will not introduce too much."
"Ma'am, I've seen it when I last came, although you weren't awake at that time." An Kai was sitting in the arms of his arms, and said, "I'm a military officer. I mentioned that you two are famous people. I always yearned for the feelings of the two. I didn’t expect to see them when I was alive. After death, I was told that the senior did not give up meeting the two."
"...Haha passed the prize."
go down in history?
Are you sure it's not a bad smell? Wang Xiao blew the corner of his mouth, thinking about the things that Wen Feng did before his death, let alone after his death. It was strange that Wen Feng did not lift the emperor's house.
And our feelings? Wang Xiaoba thought blankly, what kind of feelings did I have with Wen Feng?
Oh, it's the kind of blood humiliation between our two horns and dogs, and in the end I died the kind that killed the wind and died?
Ha ha.
What's so good about me? I rely on it!
Regardless of how Wang Xiaozai feels guilty, but in the face of Wen Feng's friends, Wang Xiaozai can't not give others face as he usually does to Wen Feng, they are seeing them for the first time, Wang Xiaohua still wants to hear It's better in front of the windy friend.
So Wang Xiaoma sits modestly as much as possible and smiles gracefully with a smile.
The gathering of friends from the ancients is actually simpler than eating and drinking with good friends.
Even An Kai, a military general, would not brag bragantly, but would use some gorgeous rhetoric and poems to talk about business with Wen Dagang, and occasionally talk about the popular tunes of that year with his wine. Wang Xiaohe heard the fog in the clouds.
An Kai talked a little bit about the past, and then he realized that An Kai was the grandson of Qing Guogong, even if he later became a military general, it was also a wealthy man, and his education was not bad.
Even the dumplings are the tall and handsome among the dumplings.
However, the ancient magnates were more important than feelings, and 90% of them were married to their parents. Wang Xiaomei secretly glanced at the "Mrs." in Ankai's arms. There are also good men who are so inseparable to their wives even when they are dumplings.
Wen Fengjin also said that An Kai is similar to him?
Where is it similar?
Are they all men?
Wang Xiaoma secretly compared his to the wild man in his family.