My daughter-in-law can't be so cute

Outer Three Chapters-Two-dimensional Tongwen Pavilion (3)

Let’s say that Chen Xiangmujing met a few old friends in the small black room, and the bag of steamed buns in his hand was eaten up in an instant. The small black room is equipped with tables, chairs and beds, and the candles for lighting are removed from the table. There was nothing else outside, and several banshees looked at Chen Xiangmu eagerly, seemingly hesitating to speak, and those eager eyes were very hot.

When Chen Xiangmufu caught their sight, he couldn't help but shudder, and lighted 36 candles and 72 likes for them in his heart. It seems that such a fearless author with the spirit of food production is rare. You are really a role model for all the writers, but you really don't want to go out?She silently withdrew her gaze, and glanced at the floor of the small black room, and she could tell by looking that it was very thick.

Just inadvertently, a yellow cat slapped her calf silently. When she looked sideways, there were three black lines hanging on her forehead, but she saw that yellow cat was hugging her leg. Meowing softly while rubbing non-stop.Just when she hadn't figured out how to reprimand Huang Miao's immoral behavior, she turned her eyes and saw the cabbage spirit sitting on a chair holding the original shape of her cabbage and smoothing the cabbage.

Wait, what's the hair of a cabbage?Layers of vegetable leaves unfurled tremblingly, revealing the core of the vegetable. The cabbage essence's finger slowly stroked the core of the vegetable, and the vegetable leaf trembled slightly.Chen Xiangmu's mind couldn't help but recall the contents of the Qijin Xipi articles written by Bai Caijing, many of which were indescribable, even if he looked at it with an honest attitude now, he couldn't stand the old blush.

The owner of the Tongwen Pavilion somehow changed the album of the erotic palace, and she was already seven or eight full after eating the steamed buns, and after regaining some strength, she began to pump again.Because she was originally transformed from the Longyang Erotic Palace Atlas, these prohibited items are just handy in her eyes, even in a small black room, it does not prevent her from gathering a crowd to watch Xiao Huangwen (picture).

As for the "never getting in", he was spread out on the bed in his original form, and the satin surface of Tianshui Brocade had a suspicious faint glint of water. If you look closely, you can see that it is a pool of shallow water and water stains.Her only ambition in life is to cut herself to make clothes for Sect Master Jinguang, but she has lived until now, apart from regularly drawing a few small yellow pictures that are not suitable for viewing under the age of seven and eight, she is serious about her ambition. As if never really close.

"Do you need me to bring you a pen and paper?" Shen Xiangmu took several deep breaths, and finally calmed down her mind. She suddenly understood why these people were locked in the small black room. During the conversation, She glanced slightly at the yellow cat who was hugging her calf and rubbing against Zhenghuan, who was screaming endlessly, "You are enough!" She bent down and picked it up, "You say you are a big internal worker Why do you still do this?!"

"Meow~" Huang Miao let out a cry, broke free from her grasp, and landed lightly on the ground, "You won't understand." He replied thoughtfully, and then walked towards his own bed, Chen Xiang Looking at its background, Mu felt a little lonely for a while.

"Of course!" All the banshees said in unison.

Chen Xiangmu nodded heavily, expressing that he knew, and heard the museum owner say to himself: "If you have time, I would like to ask you to come over and bring the output of the next few days to the museum, and they will print and sell it."

"By the way, bring some steamed buns and pickled cucumbers next time." Bai Caijing blinked at Chen Xiangmu.

Agarwood can't stop churning in his heart, peat, you are squatting in a small dark room, not working in the Tongwen Museum Hey, can you be a little conscious of squatting in a small black room?However, she knew that it was useless to complain, and she still agreed to the entrustment of the museum owner, since there is food to eat, she must not waste it.

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The author has something to say: In this chapter, the original setting of "Never Entering" comes from the authorization of Mr. Liu Guang in the Chunshen Group. The author just named it "Tianshui Brocade", which is still a piece of cloth after all. , here, thank you Mr. Liu Guang for your authorization.

Outer Four Chapters-Two-dimensional Tongwen Pavilion (4)

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

It has been three months since Chen Xiangmu went to visit the banshees in the small black layer for the first time. During these three months, the operation of the Tongwen Museum has been as usual, and the latest serial periodicals are still released at the beginning of each month. Some of the authors who have been squatting in a small black room have not stopped updating.Chen Xiangmu went to the small black house every few days, on the one hand to deliver some daily food, and on the other hand to recycle the output of the banshees in the small black house, so as not to delay the Tongwen Museum's daily work. month's sale.

Because of the fearless spirit of the people in the small black house who committed crimes against the wind, they have never been pardoned. Chen Xiangmu even thinks that they will die in the small black house in this life.She thought that she was a pure and innocent monster, but she had such a group of incomprehensible teammates, and the obviously yellow and violent squatted in the small dark room, and she still wanted to flaunt herself as a small, fresh and cute monster, and the devil was born to her. For the sake of it, I really don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

The business of the tavern has always been good, and all the guests are greeted and sent away. There are no strange species growing in the vegetable field in the backyard, and they all look very honest.When he has nothing to do, Chen Xiangmu reads a book, moves a bamboo couch and puts it under the black and white apricot tree, puts a low table by his hand, and prepares refreshments on the low table. What is wandering is that the day is over.

Another hundred years passed, when Chen Xiangmu almost forgot about those people who were still squatting in the small dark room, the pardon was finally issued.A hundred years in the demon world is only a few tenths of a long life of a demon. Those like Qiye can live for at least thousands of years. It won't be long.Anyway, they were actively producing food whether they were in the small black room or not, and because of this, Chen Xiangmu had an illusion, as if they had never entered the small black room at all.

The release date of the Tongwen Pavilion happened to be the day when the amnesty order was issued, but there was not much movement in the Tongwen Pavilion, as if there was no such incident at all. In the eyes of the demons in the hall, they could squat down for Qijin Xipi's development and growth. The black room is so common that it is not worth mentioning at all.It was still Chen Xiangmu who went to pick up those who came back. She hadn’t written a single word in the past hundred years, and the article being serialized still stayed on the first paragraph of the big wedding. As for the much-anticipated bridal chamber, it can only be regarded as I have made a living year series.

"For the past hundred years, thanks to your running around." After returning to the hall, they each washed and changed their clothes and sat down, the owner of the hall said to Chen Xiangmu.

Chen Xiangmu didn't mention whether he worked hard, but said: "Everyone in the library is also troubled by the monthly serialization. I just ran an errand and passed it on in the middle."

The owner of the museum smiled when he heard the words, then revealed the matter, and said to her: "Just now I heard them say that you haven't updated your text for more than a hundred years, and now that everything is over, don't delay any longer. "

Chen Xiangmu had expected a day when he would be urged to change. As the saying goes, how can a person drift in the rivers and lakes without being stabbed, since he has dug a hole, it is even more natural to be urged.Her one-character essay has been serialized in the Tong Wen Museum for thousands of years, and the owner of the library has changed, but her essay is still being serialized.

"Good talk, good talk."

"I don't know when the manuscript can be delivered?" The curator knew her best, so he asked her immediately.

"I still remember that the owner of the museum promised to make a picture scroll. I wonder if the ink cartridge has been polished enough?" Chen Xiangmu smiled.

"Everything is negotiable." Gritting her teeth, the owner of the museum changed the words she had prepared. She is also a master who owes debts, and she is on par with Chen Xiangmu. About the other.

The two people in the hall chatted happily for a while, and it was a harmonious and beautiful day...

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