BT Western Han Dynasty Picking Chrysanthemums

The dead man came forward and said to Mrs. Wei: "You are not planning some bad idea, are you?" The old man was very familiar with the smile on Mrs. Wei's face. Every time the little bastard Wei took him to rob and eat the rich When I was there, I always smiled like this.

"You are old," Mrs. Wei put away her smile, and said to the old man, "Am I smiling? Are you dazzled?"

The old man said: "Don't try to play tricks, I will keep an eye on you."

Mrs. Wei cut it, and said: "You have this time, why don't you find me a teacher's wife as soon as possible, and you will be a good person until you die. You say you have lived so many years in the world, is there anything wrong with you?"

At this time, Dongfang Shuo had already entered his mansion.

The little book boy who came to welcome him, saw Dongfang Shuo's smiling face when he entered the mansion, and said, "What happy things happened to you today, Mister?"

Dongfang Shuo said, "Today is the same as in the past."

The book boy followed Dongfang Shuo and said, "Then why is Mr. smiling so happily?"

Dongfang Shuo smiled complacently, but didn't answer.He wanted to see what Wei Qing would do next, the days were too ordinary these days. ;

BT Western Han Dynasty Picking Chrysanthemums Volume 133 [-] Four Chicken Drumsticks

After Mrs. Wei followed Wei Qing back to the mansion, some soldiers came to see Wei Qing. Mrs. Wei had no choice but to go to the back hall to accompany the old lady Wei and gossip a few times, and then went to the backyard to watch him blacksmith. What the hell.

Laifu's butler's work efficiency is still very efficient. In less than three days, the iron furnace has been set up in the backyard of Weifu.

Wei Wei looked at the furnace and shook his head. The furnace in Han Dynasty was not well sealed.The temperature of the furnace was not up to the requirements for making refined steel, that is to say, if he wanted to make a good knife, he had to get a furnace capable of making steel.It's too difficult, Wei Wei stood in front of this big stove and sighed.

"Eldest son," Wei Qinghuan brought tea to Mrs. Wei, seeing Mrs. Wei standing there shaking her head and sighing, she asked, "Is it because the housekeeper didn't set the stove?"

"It's called Kang, my junior brother Qing Huan," Wei Kang said.

Wei Qinghuan held back for a long time before he yelled "Kang", the voice was so soft that not only Wei Kuang, but also himself could not hear clearly;

"Forget it, just get used to it in the future," Mrs. Wei gulped down the tea brought by his Qinghuan beauty, and said, "This stove can't be used, I have to make a new one."

Wei Qinghuan poured Wei Kang another glass of water.

"You have no objection?" Wei Wei asked.

"I don't know how to make weapons," Wei Qinghuan said, "My lord, you..."

"Call me."

"You can do whatever you want."

Mrs. Wei looked at Wei Qing and laughed happily, "Is that why you trust me?"

"Eldest son..."

"Fuck me!" Mrs. Wei hooked Wei Qinghuan's neck down, and directly opened his mouth to bite Qinghuan beauty's lips, not daring to kiss, fearing that it would be too sudden and scare his Qinghuan beauty up.

Wei Qinghuan yelled, covered his lips with his hand, and took a few steps back.

Mrs. Wei put on a pure and innocent look, and said: "From now on, if you call the eldest son once, I will bite you once, this time I will bite your mouth, the next time I will bite your hand, and the next time I will bite your leg. Junior Brother Qing Huan , how many times do you want me to bite you?"

Wei Qinghuan was speechless for a long time.

Mrs. Wei turned his back on his Qinghuan beauty, and then licked his lips, which tasted good.

"Big……"

"Huh?" Wei Wei turned around in a hurry, the second chance came so soon?

"Hey," Wei Qinghuan was quick-witted, and quickly changed his tune: "You, what are you going to do with the stove?"

"Sit down, let me tell you slowly," Wei Wei took his beautiful Qinghuan and sat on the steps under the corridor. If you want to win the heart of a beauty like Qinghuan, you have to talk about your ideals from time to time , when talking about life, you have to treat yourself as a young artist, and occasionally a passionate young man with ambition. It is not easy, but Mrs. and Mrs. Wei are willing to enjoy the process. If they force this trick, in Wei bt's heart, it is a sign of incompetence .Of course, to deal with non-humans like Liu Yezhu, there is no need to talk about humanity, just be shameless and obscene without limits.

Wei Qinghuan listened carefully to Mrs. Wei's words. Although like the people in this mansion, he couldn't understand most of Mrs. Wei's words, but Wei Qinghuan liked to listen to Mrs. Wei talking endlessly. Not only is he a good man, he is also a very knowledgeable man.

Mrs. Wei and Mrs. Wei Qinghuan talked about life, ideals, iron and steel making, from day to night, until the old man brought dinner for the two di'zi, and Mrs. Wei stopped talking .

The old man looked at Wei Qinghuan, then at Wei Kuang, and said quite emotionally: "Kang, why did I fall in love with you back then? Just look at Qing Huan, I was really blind back then .”

"Be content," Mrs. Wei stuffed a mouthful of braised pork, and said, "I'm only worth two chicken legs, what more do you want? I found Qing Huan for you!"

Compared with his disciple Qing Huan, the old man became more and more displeased with Mrs. Wei the more he looked at Mrs. Wei, so he pulled Wei Qing Huan and said, "Qing Huan, follow your teacher, don't be as bad as this little bastard!" Well, he's really not a good guy;

! ”

Wei Qinghuan was in a dilemma again, one was a benefactor and the other was a mentor, Wei Qinghuan didn't want to offend either side.

"Go," Mrs. Wei had already finished eating a bowl of rice at this time, and he still had serious things to do tonight, so let the old man be proud of himself, so he waved his Qinghuan beauty away.

Seeing that the old man Wei Wei let go, he pulled Wei Qinghuan and left.

Mrs. Wei sat alone in the backyard eating, and a bowl of rice still couldn't fill his stomach.

The old man brought Wei Qinghuan to the courtyard where he was temporarily staying in Wei's mansion. Wei Qinghuan was not as talented in learning martial arts as Mrs. and Mrs. Wei, but his talent was not bad, and he was serious. This made the old man secretly After making up his mind, he can no longer let the little bastard Wei continue to be proud, he must teach his disciple Qinghuan to be stronger than the little bastard Wei!

"Senior Xiao," Wei Qinghuan always respected the immortals, and asked, "Is the villain really your di'zi?"

The old man laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, and said, "Yes, don't you all know that? I'll give you two chicken legs tomorrow too, no," the old man thought about it, and said, "I'll give you two chicken legs tomorrow." Four, let you beat that bastard!"

Wei Qinghuan couldn't say anything, his senior brother Wei seemed to have mentioned the four chicken legs, these two are really a pair of master and apprentice, they think the same thing.

"Qing Huan," Huo Qubing walked into the courtyard at this moment.

"Master Biao," Wei Qinghuan hurriedly saluted when he saw Huo Qubing coming in.

Seeing Huo Qubing, the old man said, "Master Biao, I heard that you beat Mrs. Wei today?"

Huo Qubing said, "Where did you start talking about this?"

The old man said with regret on his face: "He doesn't have any injuries on his body, Young Master Biao, if you want to beat up that little bastard, how can you show mercy?"

"I'm here to look for Qing Huan," Huo Qubing didn't want to talk to this old man. Just like Mrs. and Mrs. Wei, this person is a person with abnormal brains.Huo Qubing is now worried about Wei Qinghuan, if he is a good person and enters this division, he doesn't know if he will become like these two, that would be really ruinous.

"What's the matter with Master Biao looking for the young one?" Wei Qinghuan asked respectfully, not knowing that Master Huo Biao was worried about him.

"I have nothing to do today," Huo Qubing said, "I came to see you to practice martial arts."

"No," Laobusi hurriedly said, "He is my apprentice."

"Just watch from the sidelines," Huo Qubing glanced at Old Immortal, instantly murderous, this Old Immortal is really troublesome.

The old man stood aside, he still doesn't want to mess with this General Huo, he heard that this murderer doesn't blink.

"Let's have a competition," Huo Qubing turned to Wei Qinghuan and said.

Wei Qinghuan said: "I haven't learned a little skill yet."

Huo Qubing said: "Then I can teach you too." Facing Wei Qinghuan, Huo Qubing felt that his temper seemed to have improved a lot. Thinking of him, Huo Qubing, he had never thought of teaching martial arts to anyone in his life. First. ;

BT The Story of Picking Chrysanthemums in the Western Han Dynasty Volume 134 [-] Sowing Dissension

Mrs. Wei didn't know at this time that Xiao Huo had attacked his Qinghuan beauty again. After eating alone, he thought about the furnace again, then patted the ashes off his buttocks, and went to talk to his own father. .

Wei Qing had already taken a bath at this time, and was about to send someone to find Mrs. Wei, but he was still worried about Mrs. Wei, and wanted to tell Mrs. Wei a few more words, but Mrs. Wei came here by himself.

"Father," Mrs. Wei went into Wei Qing's bedroom and took a look at the bedroom. The decoration here is not as good as that of the study room. The area is big enough, but there are not many decorations. It sounds simple at best, but shabby at worst.

"My wife," Wei Qing beckoned Wei Wei to come closer to him, "Come and sit down;

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Mrs. Wei looked at Wei Qing at this moment again. She was wearing a moon-white thin gown, her hair was loose, and her neckline was wide open. She had a beautiful shape, and her collarbone was half-exposed.Wei Wei swallowed, this is Chi Luoluo's you'huo.

"My son?!" Wei Qing watched helplessly as blood flowed from his son's nostrils.

Mrs. Wei felt the liquid in his mouth, and stretched out his hand to wipe it away. Wei Qing provoked him into a nosebleed, which set a record.

Wei Qing got up nervously and ran to Wei Wei, "What's the matter? Lift your head up!"

Mrs. Wei really wanted to tell his own father that it was wrong to look up when his nose was bleeding, but when Wei Qing put one hand on his forehead and one hand under his nose, Mrs. Wei decided to do nothing. said.

"Go find a doctor," Wei Qing shouted outside while helping Mrs. Wei to sit down.

"No, no need," Wei Wei hurriedly said, "It's been a few days