Who is Spreading Rumors That My Filial Piety to Them Has Deteriorated

"Misunderstood, I was thinking about something just now, and it was only the last point, so I didn't reply to you for the time being, because I didn't want to be distracted. I will listen to whatever you say."

Shangguan Rong was skeptical about the fact that "Chu Mingkong would seriously think about things by himself". These days, this guy thinks most about how to play with her, and really leaves all important things to her to think about.

"Then what are you thinking, tell me." Shangguan Rong gave him a chance to argue.

Chu Mingkong first took out the "doll" of Mrs. Han that he had pinched. Shangguan Rong was surprised. When he first glanced at it, he subconsciously wondered how Chu Mingkong killed them, and why? Didn't he stay with her all the time after he walked out of the room?

But holding the lamp and looking carefully, I found that there are still some differences, not exactly the same as that pair of charming women, but it can be said that they are very similar. The two "corpses" are actually a bit different in terms of facial features. nature.

"This Han Bi's eyes are a bit far from the nose, and the side of Han Jing's nose is a bit sunken, and her upper lip is a little shriveled... What is this?"

This kind of thing is very complicated to explain, but it is very simple.

Chu Mingkong said: "When I was young, I discovered something when I was exploring an ancient secret place in Xiling. It was a lump of mud. After I penetrated into it with my spiritual power, I could squeeze out this human figure. Does it look like this? I will take these two pieces directly at that time." Going out to 'dispose of the corpse' is more thorough than finding a female corpse."

Shangguan Rong accepted his statement that there are indeed many unknown things in the secret realm, but such treasures, Chu Mingkong actually wasted them in such a place!

She felt sorry for Chu Mingkong, and when Shangguan Rong was still looking at the two novel "stand-in corpses", her eyes flashed, and Chu Mingkong brought out another "female corpse".

It was Shangguan Rong's "female body substitute", which looked much more like Mrs. Han's.

Moreover, Chu Mingkong was still in front of her, checking whether the "stand-in" was realistic or not.

He checked the front and back with his fingers, and sighed: "It's quite similar, Rong'er. When I make this thing more similar, I won't have to bully your back in the future. Someone will suffer for you."

Shangguan Rong was in a complicated and shocked mood. She didn't know whether it was because she was worried about falling out of favor, or what, she said with a straight face:

"Chu Mingkong! Your hobbies are really bottomless and frightening, you can even accept corpses?!"

She took the so-called corpse in her mouth into the storage ring and refused to return it to Chu Mingkong.

Chapter 110 Six Chapters of a Floating Life (10/17)

Standing by the window, Chu Mingkong looked at the moon as round as a butt, and suddenly remembered that the middle of the month was coming, probably within a day or two.

Why does it seem that something has been forgotten?

oh!By the way, Mrs. Baili is ready to come.

At the beginning, the degenerate filial piety was squeezed out of her, and almost two thousand points were squeezed out in one breath. For Chu Mingkong, who was shy at the time, it was like a huge sum of money from a rich woman and aunt.

"Rong'er, what time is the middle of the month?" Chu Mingkong asked while he was writing a copy by the window, and turned his gaze to Shangguan Rong who was on the bed.

He really wanted to go up and hug Shangguan Rong to sleep with him, but just now, the corpse had a habit of talking loudly, which made Shangguan Rong angry, and Chu Mingkong couldn't go to bed now.

"Tomorrow, don't you even remember the date?"

"I don't remember that. It's another day after waking up and sleeping. There was nothing important in the capital that I should remember."

By the way, it has been half a month. Although Chu Mingkong is a little bit down on the thousand or so filial piety given by Mrs. Baili, but her two peach buttocks are worth savoring again. product.

"You suddenly asked Zhong Xun, is there anything urgent to do?" Shangguan Rong sat up from the bed.

"That's not true. I just asked when I saw how round the moon was."

Thinking that Chu Mingkong was just looking for something to talk about, Shangguan Rong felt that the topic was boring, so she lay back again.

Thinking about it carefully, Chu Mingkong remembered that he hadn't been with her very well. Every time he went to find her, he either squeezed her brain power or helped her broaden her path of cultivation.

This process can be said to be mutually beneficial, but most of them force her, and they don't even give her gifts.

Out of curiosity, Chu Mingkong searched in the Xiaoxin Mall to see if he had any talent for calligraphy, and he really did.

Now there is a lot of filial piety, and the cows that are distributed will be exchanged for output on a regular basis. Just like harvesting vegetables, they will be consumed without hesitation.

He didn't compare which calligraphy handwriting was suitable, and bought them all in one go.

What should I write...I just made her angry. If "Jin 〇 Plum" was written, Shangguan Rong would probably be blown away.

At this time, it's time to come up with a bland daily sweet article that can kill most of the mildly educated women—"Six Chapters of a Floating Life".

Chu Mingkong doesn't like to praise any book subjectively. He is the result of practice. This book builds a bridge for the topic between Chu Mingkong in his previous life and the head teacher who hates marrying beautiful women. .

The story is exquisite and not lengthy, with a total of less than [-] words, but the interaction between the hero and heroine of each novel is interesting, like a little luck in the plain, with a touch of sweetness that refreshes the heart, but in the end it gradually becomes sad.

In a very short story, the change of the emotional tone is completed, the sugar is given first, the knife is delivered, and then it ends directly. It is as short as the blank space in a landscape painting, and the meaning is still unfinished.

And what makes this story most suitable for Shangguan Rong is that, in one part, the hero in the story asks his wife to disguise himself as a man and go out for a tour of the mountains and rivers together.

Literary and artistic young women like Shangguan Rong and Yongzhen will probably be interested, Jinyu will probably be attracted to it, and older women will probably be more able to substitute for the tranquility of the couple in the story, but people like Zuo Qiuchi The kind that doesn't even bother to take a look.

"Rong'er came over to sit down. I suddenly remembered a story I had heard in Xiling Teahouse before. I suddenly remembered a story. It's a bit long."

"It's the Xiling Teahouse again?" Shangguan Rong was very suspicious, "It's always the Xiling Teahouse. How come I don't see how many great poets and literati have come out of Xiling?"

"Hey—I'm talking about stories this time, not poems, but there are poems too, and you've heard of storytelling."

Shangguan Rong sat up, set the rules with Chu Mingkong first, and said:

"No matter what rules you say, you can't take my 'corpse'. This is not a hobby that normal people should have!"

"That's called a substitute, not a corpse. Do you think I'm some kind of mummy...that's just joking with you. Sit down and make me tea to soothe your throat. I'm telling you about a story about Shen Fu and Yunniang's plain story."

At first, Shangguan Rong was wary of Chu Mingkong's sudden turn in the story, and asked her to take the double back for use. Listening to his story was like looking for a trap.

But listening to it, Shangguan Rong found that this was really a plain story, and soon immersed himself in it.

This story does not have too many environmental rendering statements, it is basically a dialogue between two people, but in this dialogue between you and me, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere is like a bowl of sweet tea exuding an elegant fragrance.

Shangguan Rong's body movements, from sitting with a straight waist, to gradually relaxing, holding her cheeks to listen to Chu Mingkong's story, and finally pulling the chair beside him and sitting side by side, leaning against Chu Mingkong shoulders.

It seems that Shen Fu and Yun Niang in the story appeared in front of you talking to each other.

Listening to the story Chu Mingkong told, Shangguan Rong's anger towards him inadvertently dissipated, and she felt... Chu Mingkong is a good guy when he is not bad.

To be able to come up with such a story to tell her, no matter where it comes from, it is regarded as intentional.

The tea was changed several times, and it was late at night. The atmosphere of the story changed from bland joy to bland, unstoppable sadness.

"I love you, even though you are ugly, if you only listen to this story, you will think that Yunniang is the cutest woman in the world." Shangguan Rong sighed, and when she finished feeling, she was so angry that she slapped Chu Mingkong again.

"Why are you beating someone?" Chu Mingkong looked at her with a funny face, no matter how anxious he was to hear a story.

"Shen Fu and Yunniang have such a good relationship, why do you insist on breaking them up?"

"This...others just wrote it like this, and I can't change it. If I change it, it will change the taste!"

"No follow-up?"

"No, I went to Beijing before I finished listening to the story. Maybe there is another version from the storyteller?" Chu Mingkong shrugged, grabbed Shangguan Rong who was about to go to bed, and said, "The storyteller at that time There is also a poem, do you want to read it, I will write it for you to appreciate."

"Your handwriting is ugly, you read and I write." Shangguan Rong didn't dislike it, but was just stating the fact that she had seen Chu Mingkong write.

Shangguan Rong still treasured the "wait for my return" he wrote in blood back then.

Chu Mingkong smiled, picked up the brush to stain the ink, and then wrote in regular script:

"No one stands with me in the evening, no one asks me how to warm the porridge.

......

No one to accompany me Gu Xingchen, no one to wake me up, my tea is already cold.

......

No one holds my tears in my words, no one worries about my walking alone.

Looking back at the place that has always been bleak, no one is waiting in the dimly lit place. "

Shangguan Rong was aroused by this poem and felt sad in the story, and after waiting for a while, she was surprised when Chu Mingkong's handwriting became so beautiful!

I have never seen this font before.

Shangguan Rong quietly put away the words, then looked at Chu Mingkong suspiciously, and asked:

"Say! Who are you? Ming Kong's handwriting is ugly!"

Chu Mingkong: "..."

Chapter 110 Difficult to Choose (11/17)

The disadvantages of cultivators are reflected here. Under normal circumstances, they don't need to sleep, which is outrageous.

After writing that picture to Shangguan Rong, she didn't feel like going to sleep, and spent the rest of the night copying regular script characters, muttering from time to time, wondering how he, Chu Mingkong, could write such neat and orderly characters.

Persuading her to go to bed and rest, Shangguan Rong refused. Seeing her copying there for a long time, Chu Mingkong had no choice but to resort to another kind of calligraphy, writing the three characters "Jinling Mei" in cursive.

Shangguan Rong was shocked again, Chu Mingkong thought she should be convinced, right?

"Are you convinced, you go to bed honestly and sleep with me for the rest of the night, and tomorrow I will use this cursive script to write that poem for you again, and you can think about it slowly later.

But now you can praise as much as you like, and I humbly acknowledge all of your compliments. "

Shangguan Rong looked at another calligraphy font that Chu Mingkong took out, and guessed that Chu Mingkong might have waited for this day for a long time, so she said complicatedly:

"Ming Kong, did I hurt your self-esteem when I said your handwriting was ugly last time, and then you secretly practiced handwriting for a long time?"

When you say it now, it hurts my self-esteem...

Chu Mingkong didn't care so much, he hugged Shangguan Rong from the chair, his hands could not be free, so he buried his head in her Xiangyu's soft embrace, bit open the buttons of her clothes, and tore off her waist.

It was only six or seven steps from the desk to the bed, but with every step, Shangguan Rong lost one piece of clothes, and when he ran to the bed with her in his arms, only a bellyband was left on the desolate and beautiful woman.

"Want to practice?" Shangguan Rong asked softly in his arms.

If it was placed before telling the story, Shangguan Rong would definitely ignore him. Even if he wanted to force his bow, Shangguan Rong would have to roll around in bed all night to see how he drilled into a hole.

But considering that he has been telling the story for so long, he has to work hard regardless of the credit. If Chu Mingkong wants the two of them to practice together, he will listen to him once.

Chu Mingkong shook his head:

"I don't practice, I just want to lie down and sleep with you, or do you want me to just put it in and not move overnight?"

"Dengtuzi!" Shangguan Rong nudged him, but there was nothing he could do to stop him from speaking.

"Okay, I really just want to lie down. Although you don't need to sleep, just treat it as a relaxation, as meditation."

Thinking about it carefully, today is also a very tiring day. A serious person does not write a diary, but before going to bed, you have to think about what you did today.

——I went to the Jiaofang Division in the morning, and gave Mrs. Han two rounds of essence antidote. When she was about to leave, Han Jing was afraid that the effect of the medicine would not be enough, so she begged him to give it once again.

——Stop the Xiao family's plan (too easy, skip)

——After leaving the Jiaofang Division, I went to Shangguan Rong to review the game. She learned that I gave Mrs. Han the antidote, and she was also greedy.

——Not long after returning to the mansion, Sister-in-law Huang and Cui Lian had a conflict again, and asked me to go there to relieve the hatred, and I accepted it in a daze.Then something vague happened, including?Hole... Bah!A bloody skirmish.

——But after returning to the palace to rest, I found that the daisy bud in the flower garden has bloomed again, which is very beautiful.