Da Bong fights more people

He raised his head and knocked on the courtyard door of Yingmei Xiaoge. After a while, the door opened, and just as a crack was exposed, the young man in Tsing Yi said:

"Yingmei Xiaoge no longer accepts alcoholics, guests should go to other courtyards"

The gate of the courtyard opened, and when the young man in blue saw Xu Qi'an, he was taken aback for a moment, then stammered: "You, you are"

"I'm your lady's senior official Xu." Xu Qi'an raised his eyebrows.

"Ghost!"

The young servant in Tsing Yi screamed, and ran away. His legs moved quickly, and then he found himself standing still, and Xu Qi'an grabbed him by the collar.

"Why are you screaming, I'm still alive." Xu Qi'an raised his other hand, gave him two loud slaps that didn't hurt, and asked:

"Is my slap warm?"

With the hot touch, the boy in Tsing Yi believed that Xu Qi'an in front of him was alive, but he was just surprised that his appearance changed so much, and he was still wearing a mink fur hat.

"You can be counted back, Fuxiang lady washes her face with tears every day, and she is depressed, and the people are much reduced." The young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly increased his favorability for his master.

Although he was very curious about the reason why Xu Qi'an came back from the dead, he didn't dare to ask.

"I'll inform her immediately that you're back."

"Just tell her that there are guests, and ask her if she can come out to accompany the drink." Xu Qi'an said.

The young man in Tsing Yi quickly entered the deep part of the courtyard, stood in the courtyard outside Fuxiang's bedroom, and shouted: "Lady, a guest has come and asked if you can go out to accompany the drink."

Fu Xiang didn't answer, and the maid's scolding came from the room: "My lady is not feeling well, so I won't accompany you to drink. Who told you to open the door, dog paw wants to want it or not."

Xu Qi'an coughed, "Miss Fuxiang won't accompany the guests, so I'll go."

There was a sudden silence in the room, and then came the trembling voice of Fuxiang: "Xu Lang?"

His voice changed so much that Fu Xiang couldn't confirm it for a while.

Xu Qi'an smiled and said, "It's me."

There was a sound of "ping pong" in the room, as if something had been knocked over, followed by a maid's exclamation: "My lady, slow down!"

The next moment, the door opened. Wearing a long white dress, bare snow-white jade feet, black hair scattered the fragrance, he pushed open the door violently and rushed out.

One person stands under the eaves and the other stands in the courtyard, the picture seems to freeze.

Xu Qi'an said helplessly: "It's cold outside, go back inside."

Only then did Fu Xiang wail, and threw herself into his arms with all her might, crying bitterly.

"That's how it happened. Not only did I not die, but I was blessed by misfortune and benefited a lot."

Xu Qi'an sat at the table, drank the fine wine from Jiaofangsi, and explained to Fu Xiang the ins and outs of his resurrection.

Fu Xiang sat on the side of the bed, her skirt was forked, revealing a long white python-like leg, and there was a bruise on the fair skin on her calf, and the maid helped to apply the ointment.

This is because I ran too fast just now and got hit.

Fuxiang's mood is very complicated now, there is joy of regaining what was lost, but also unconcealable sadness and palpitations, and her heart is always empty.

"As long as I think of Xu Lang's death in the line of duty, my heart will still be empty."

"It's okay, it's okay, you'll feel bloated later."

When the sun had completely set, a row of servant girls brought in a table full of delicacies, flying in the sky, swimming in the water, and crawling on the ground.

The two sat at the table drinking, the topic was casual and there was no theme.

"Actually, among scholars in the capital, many scholars admire Xu Lang very much. Yesterday, the servant girl heard the news of your death from the minister of the Jiaofang. Those scholars sighed sadly, saying that the future of Dafeng's poetry circle will be destroyed if Xu Ningyan is destroyed."

"Speaking of which, when I faced thousands of rebels and fought alone, when I was exhausted, I did write a poem." Xu Qi'an pinched his wine glass.

Fuxiang's wonderful eyes sparkled, and a bright smile bloomed on his face, looking forward to it: "I want to hear Xu Lang's new work."

I always feel a bit ashamed to be a copyist. I am indeed an upright man. Xu Qi'an said so in his heart, but when it was time to pretend, he was absolutely unambiguous.

He was silent for a few seconds, let his temperament become calm, and said slowly:

"Youth is chivalrous, making friends with the heroes of the five capitals. The liver and gallbladder are hollow, the hair is raised, and in the middle of a conversation, life and death are the same, and a promise is worth a thousand dollars."

Fuxiang looked at him obsessively, the rippling water in her beautiful eyes was charming and blurred.

Tasting this poem in my heart, although it is incomplete, the picture of him facing thousands of rebels and seeing death as home flashed in his mind.

She became more and more obsessed with this man, unable to extricate herself.

"Don't just stare blankly, let me tell you it has a purpose." Xu Qi'an tapped his finger on the table.

"Purpose?"

Fuxiang came back to his senses, and returned a blank look.

"Help me spread the word. The Jiaofang Division is the most suitable for spreading these glorious deeds."

Governor Zhang didn't include his words in the memorial, he was simply confused.As a result, the official circles in the capital and scholars have not read his masterpieces until now.

How impatient they must be.

"Oh."

After dinner, the servant girl boiled hot water and was ready to serve Mr. Xu to take a bath.

"You back down." Xu Qi'an sent the maid away, leaving Fu Xiang alone in the room.

After Fu Xiang put on tulle and stepped into the bathtub, Xu Qi'an tore off the sable hat on his head.

A big bare egg.

"puff"

Fu Xiang couldn't hold back, she laughed out loud, lying on the edge of the tub, the flowers trembling from her laughter.

What's so funny, although I've become bald, I've also become stronger Xu Qi'an glared at her.

His hair is estimated to take half a year to grow back.

Fuxiang's breasts are not breasts, when Xu Qi'an's head rests on it, it becomes a brain pad.

If Xu Qi'an turns over again, it will be called facial cleanser.

After taking a bath, the two were lying on the bed, talking, Fuxiang was a little stuffy, her breathing was not smooth, and she pushed away the big bald head on her chest coquettishly.