[Red Chamber] Jagged Lin Daiyu

Ms. Zhuo was very upset about the fact that she was hugged and comforted after crying a lot. I am obviously a hero!

If it is to achieve a certain purpose, to do such a thing for a charming purpose, it is okay, but there is no purpose, no meaning, and I cried for nothing.Thinking of this, I feel like I am going to cry again.

Why did I become a crying person?Is it true that after becoming a woman, you will become weak?Could it be that I have become weak because of Wen Si?Bah, I know I'm not in love with him, just need a baby and his 'tech' is a bonus.

Indeed, he is tall, handsome, gentle and considerate. He can also be regarded as strong in martial arts. He can coax people with a sweet mouth and can tell stories. As far as women are concerned, the person who helps me with things, in this world, it is difficult to have a second man like him...so easily used by women.

Mr. Zhao's complexion has some slight decay, others can't see it, but his young and beautiful new wife can see it.

The life of a wealthy family has always been very boring. The new wife is of a high seniority. Even if the master doesn't like her very much, others dare not despise her, but no one comes to please her and talk to her. The step-daughter-in-law is twice as old as her Well, there is nothing to say.

Fortunately, Zhuo Donglai is a patient person. During the day, he reads, practices calligraphy, plays the piano, burns incense, and meditates. Ming secretly strode behind the desk to practice basic skills.

Spread the books on the table, pretend to be sitting on a chair but actually raise the buttocks half an inch. Under the cover of loose clothes, no one can see that they are walking.After taking a rest early at night, he poked the night guard maid's sleeping point and began to practice boxing and kicking.

Fourth brother Wen is also busy during the day. These days, he followed the route established by his daughter-in-law and told her what he found every day. He got new instructions and traced it carefully. He has found the person who killed her parents and brothers that day. A young man among the bandits.At night, he climbed over the wall to find his wife, and saw her wearing a goose-yellow bellyband and short underwear practicing martial arts in the open space of the house from the window. With a bun tied on her head, Wen Si's eyes lit up.

It's been a long time since I saw such a fashionable girl. There are thin white beads of sweat on her white and thin arms and shoulders. Brother Wen's eyes are fixed on the slender waist.The girl's rhythmic body played a set of fists and embroidered legs. She was already tired and sweating a little, panting slightly. The strong man outside the window felt a little wretched, and was about to knock on the window to enter.

Miss Zhuo took off her bellyband, and wiped the sweat off her body with the water in the washbasin at the door and a towel.

Brother Wen gently withdrew his hand, lying on the window watching with great enjoyment.

Zhuo Donglai didn't like others peeking at him in the shower. In his previous life, he hated peeping to the point where he would kill anyone who dared to watch it, but now he can't kill anyone.Wen Si is still very useful, and I am not disabled, so I am not afraid of being seen.

Wiping off the sweat on his body, he leaned over and sneaked to the window, and stood up abruptly: "What are you looking at!"

"Ah!" Brother Wen was taken aback, and then laughed: "Look at you~ The person you want me to arrest has been caught."

Miss Zhuo: "Where do you live now?"

"Your house is next door. I'm Lao Wen next door now." He chuckled.

Miss Zhuo didn't care about his weird jokes and jokes: "Take me there."

Wen Si's eyes lit up: "Go get dressed, you'll get sick if you sweat profusely and catch the cold."

Hmph, a woman's fragile body.

Ms. Zhuo didn't pay attention to where her clothes were put, and there was no wardrobe in the room, so she was a little at a loss.

Wen Si unbuttoned his coat and covered her inside: "Put on your sleeves." He squatted on the ground and tied the strings on both sides of the clothes for her, and then tied them with a belt: "Tsk, you look smaller in this dress .”

Miss Zhuo's face is very dark, and I'm a dwarf again!Mad!

Wen Si turned around and squatted down: "Come on, I'll carry you on my back."

The little daughter-in-law was so sweet and soft lying on his back, and even pinched my neck to flirt, it was so cute.

Miss Zhuo felt inexplicably irritated, pinched the back of Wen Si's neck by accident, she knew this place, and just a little force in this place would break the other's neck.hum.

The feeling of lying on his back is very novel, and I feel a little uncomfortable both physically and psychologically... I never knew that a man would carry his wife on his back, this is so strange.

It is generally seen that parents carry their children behind their backs.

Wen Si carried his petite and light daughter-in-law on his back, feeling full of strength all over his body. She was small, weak and cute, but very smart, and fit all his hobbies except for her small breasts.Small breasts are not a problem, I can bring her up with one hand~

After climbing over two low walls, we finally reached the wall between Zhao’s house and Wen’s house. The previous low wall was the wall in Zhao’s own yard to distinguish the masters, wives, family members and servants. It was not too high, but now this wall is really tall. High.

Miss Zhuo asked thoughtfully: "Are you tired?" Are you tired now?It's useless.

Wen Si thought for a while: "Hold my neck, put your legs around my waist, hold me tighter. I have to free my hands to climb the wall." Everything was ready, he took two steps back, jumped towards the wall, lifted Qi jumped up and pulled the top of the wall up to the top of the wall.

Ms. Zhuo looked at Wen's ladder speechlessly, you actually moved the ladder to the wall?What's the face of the people in the rivers and lakes!Qinggong is so bad!

Fourth brother Wen climbed down the ladder with her on his back: "Eat first or first..." He didn't finish his sentence.

The little daughter-in-law walked to the door of the firewood room with her long robe in her hand, pushed the door open and entered.

The captured minion was in the firewood room, tied to a thick and long wooden stick, with a few thin silver needles pierced into his hands and feet.

Miss Zhuo looked solemn, a cold light flashed in her eyes, she turned her head to look at her concubine, with a gentle surprise again: "Fourth brother, I never knew you could acupuncture?"

"Hehe." Brother Wen smiled handsomely and charmingly under the moon: "It's hard to tie people up, but is it difficult to tie them up?"

"..." I fucking don't want to talk to you!asshole!

Zhuo Donglai, who has always been elegant and reserved, was so angry that he was about to swear.

Brother Wen saw the stars in the sky reflected in her eyes, bright and rippling, very seductive.

He licked his lips: "Just ask what you want, I'll cut the meat." He happily ran to cut the meat.

In less than a moment, before he could figure out whether to show off his skills or be more practical, the little daughter-in-law ran over and hugged him from behind, and said sadly, "Go and kill that man, go."

"Good good."

Miss Zhuo said: "After killing someone, cut off the head and hang it at the gate of Zhao's house."

There are hooks for hanging door lights on the left and right sides of the gate.

"Okay, okay." After confirming that this girl is smarter than him, Fourth Brother Wen began to let go of his IQ: "It's all up to you."

Miss Zhuo suddenly felt better, and glanced at the chopping board: "I don't eat pig's trotters." You have to hold and gnaw with your hands, which is embarrassing and ugly. As long as there are other things to eat, you don't want pig's trotters and chicken feet. Things that are laborious and not easy to be full.

Brother Wen smiled and said nothing, took a knife specially for cutting cooked food, and quickly sliced ​​it into thin slices.

This trotter appears to have no bones.

Brother Wen triumphantly pulled out a bulging piece of meat from the middle, and prepared to feed it to her: "Taste it, if you don't like it, I'll make something else for you."

Miss Zhuo took a small bite gracefully, leaving a cute little tooth mark.Strange, no bones.Strong and well matched, the skin and flesh are delicious without bones, which is extremely delicious.

Brother Wen swallowed most of the slices in his hand, quickly put them on a plate, and then took the wax table: "Come, come out and eat. It tastes good."

The result of his half an hour's work, he peeled the skin of the pig's trotters, removed the bones, stuffed them with layers of fat and lean meat, wrapped the skin and tied them with grass, just like the pig's trotters, and then cooked them.

He had already eaten one and felt very good, now he cut one for her and just watched it.

Look at it, look at the red lips and white teeth biting the piece of meat, she is wearing her own satin robe, she looks more and more petite, it is convenient to roll up the sleeves twice.Wen's house was not much smaller than Zhao's house, but it was more withered. She sat in the main hall with only one candle lit and ate, but she still looked so cute.

Brother Wen couldn't help urging: "Hurry up and eat, or you won't have time to do something fun."

"You have worked so hard for so long, if I swallowed it whole, wouldn't it be a pity for your heart?"

"Huh? How do you know I did it?"

Zhuo Donglai said heartily, because I smelled the smell of prickly ash, aniseed, cinnamon, star anise, fruit, and cardamom on you. Proud, of course you did it yourself.

She laughed without saying a word.

Brother Wen thought of some books he read before time travelling, and he still remembers them vividly, so he couldn't help but smile cheaply: "You eat, I'll eat you, okay?"

"What?" I really didn't understand this time.

Brother Wen stretched out his hand to touch her thigh, and then grabbed her hand without chopsticks and put it on his dick: "I didn't do it last night, you can sit up now and eat slowly, okay?" Let's eat meat together~

Miss Zhuo's eyes widened and she tried her best to control her emotions, so she didn't hit him—it was also because she couldn't hit him now.

His expression changed, and his heart was filled with anger: "What do you think of me? Huh? You...you insult me!"

I will definitely kill you in the future!Even in the brothel, there is no such thing!

Brother Wen is a little confused, what's the matter?Can't this work?It sounds very exciting. "It's fine if you don't want to, don't be angry."

"Humph."

Fourth brother Wen is also a little angry, labor and management have worked so hard to arrest people, how far they have gone and how many things have been wasted, and a lot of money has already been answered!It's fine if you don't want to come with me, if I order anything casually, will you give me a face?He stood up and went out, labor and management went to sleep, I see how you go back!snort!If you can't go back, you have to follow me!

When I walked to the door, I felt that I was a little too much. If this chick was in modern times, she was only a freshman in high school, and she encountered so many unlucky things... She was originally a lady, so it was understandable not to accept this kind of too exciting behavior.He walked back and saw the tearful little daughter-in-law.

Then he went to kill someone, beheaded, hung it at the door, and then went back over the wall with his little daughter-in-law on his back.

Brother Wen slumped on Master Zhou's bed: "Oh, I'm exhausted, come on, little lady, sit up~"

The endless whipping, the alternative whip hit Miss Zhuo's soft heart, bringing deep humiliation and joy.

Zhuo Donglai likes to torture others, but also likes to torture himself.

Half an hour later, Miss Zhuo stared at the filth and blood on the handkerchief, cried and kicked him off: "It's bleeding! My stomach hurts, it's all your fault!"

Just now, I felt that it was too deep, and it reached the internal organs. As expected, something happened, and I was going to die... This death is really not worth it.

Why are you so long!Can't use this posture... I'm going to die... I'm going to die...

The author has something to say: No way, I'm going to die laughing.