Transmigrating Into A Cannon Fodder

Ye Shaoqing's cold star-like scorpion picked up slightly, and he bent down: "That's good, with the mother, you fight for three years and hold two."

Lin Qing's words: "..."

The eyeballs turn left and right, and the vacant hand licks the tip of the nose: "But I am only fifteen, the body is still growing. It is easy to cause damage to the child. Your medical skills are superb. Should you understand?"

She is also telling the truth, she is only 20 years old, and she does not agree with her parents.

Not to mention having children, it’s scary to listen to.

Ye Shaoqing did not make a sound, but his hand broke free.

Lin Qing’s words couldn’t hold any more, and hurriedly said: “I am born! I am born.”

Ye Shaoqing withdrew his strength.

Lin Qing’s words want to smash the table.

The big man in his twenties and her look at the appearance of a little girl who is only fifteen or six, is it like this?

The wife of Yongxiao Houfu loves to drink tea for everyone: "How do you **** tea?"

After everyone’s polite thankful taste, she asked Lin Qing’s words: “What is the tea in our Houfu compared to the military office?”

Lin Qing’s words looked at Mrs. Yong Xiaohou’s wife, a light purple robes. The skin was white, looks good, and the makeup was exquisite. At about forty years old, her eyes were savvy.

When the public asked her this, she would say that the tea in the military office is good, that is, not to give people face.

If you say that this is good now, will you not lower the generals?

Smiled: "It's all very good."

The wife of Yongxiao Houfu looked at Zhou Yuji: "How does Jier think of comparing Wangfu?"

Lin Qing’s heart suddenly raised an unknown hunch.

Just listen to Zhou Yuji: "This tea soup is orange and red, and the smell is like the orchid. It is the best in tea. It is rare. According to the juniors, this is the tribute tea of ​​this year. The lady can come out and give us tea. It is Love me and wait."

Lin Qing's words: "..."

I don't know if I don't know what to say!

Mrs. Yongxiao Houfu nodded: "Ji Er really has a place to see."

Lin Qing’s words are not good, and the fists are pinched.

Ponzi consciously shameful, can't wait to let her get in.

Ye Shaoqing whispered: "There are people who know more than you. You can't take it."

Lin Qing's words: "..."

Blue thin, mushrooms!

She is too difficult!

Drinking a tea also went to the routines of others, and the husband did not comfort, but also fell into the stone.

Open your hand and hold it: "You like that kind of person, you are looking for it!" Down, the mood has become low.

Ye Shaoqing’s hand was empty, his eyebrows wrinkled, and he looked at Lin Qing’s words.

Condensation leaned over and comforted: "Miss, don't be sad, nothing more than just to show off the elegance. The lady always hates those who love to pack words. It is good to drink, not to drink, not to drink poetry. Shaking his head and swaying a bunch of farts, all in one fell swoop. According to the slaves, the king of Gaoping Wang is a talented person. Do you still have to marry someone to give birth to a child? You don’t have to marry you, we are a big son. In Beijing, she is also a first-class talent. She can't find it with a lantern."

When Lin Qing’s words were heard, his face immediately smiled: “You sister will really talk. Your sister will cover you later, who will bully you, bully me!”

The tears moved by the scent of fragrance: "There is a saying that Miss, the slave is the fire on the mountain, and there is no turning back."

On the first place, Liu’s watched a lot of people talking about jokes and Lin Qing’s words.

His face is very ugly: "Mrs. Jiang is deliberately embarrassing to our family. Is it to look down on me or look down on the general?"

Mrs. Yongxiao Houfu smiled and said: "Where is Mrs. Lin, the word is your daughter. I thought she was as talented as you. I want her to show it before everyone. Who knows her... Hey, look Let's perform." She immediately clap her hands.

The sound of the beautiful music rang, obstructing Liu’s questioning and restraining the thoughts she wanted to pursue.

Twisting the slap in his hand, worrying that Lin Qing’s words would not open a big banquet, it would be more shameful.

The wife of Yong Xiaohou is distinctly deliberate!

The opening is a multiplayer dance.

Damn to the extreme!

The attention of Lin Qing's words was quickly diverted by the appearance of the dancers. The dance makeup on the stage was uniform and the movements were neat. The classical style is modern and can't be imitated.

No wonder that many rulers in ancient times loved to watch the songs and dances of the palace people, and it is indeed pleasing to the eye.

Next is the famous ladies who competed for their talents.

Shen Qiu Rong made a poem and won a good voice around the scene.

Ye Weijun is a pair of honorable expressions.

Lin Qing's words swept her, a snoring, shortsighted!

This Shen Qiu Rong pretending to look like it makes people sick, the man's eyes are confused, and he looks at such a woman.

Shen Qiurong was sitting on the edge of Lin Qing's words, separated by a meter channel. She thought that Lin Qing's words were swearing at her.

Zhou Yuji played a piece of music, and it was comparable to the master in Lin Qing.

After a song, she went to the people to salute, facing Lin Qing's words: "Mrs. Ye Dashao, I heard that you have a piano carved by a phoenix tree inhabited by a phoenix in your boudoir. Presumably your piano art should be good. How is my song? You give me a review."

Today, she is not letting this idiot lose face in front of everyone!

Lin Qing's words: "..."

Is her piano so rare?

No matter whether it is the original owner or her, she will not play the guqin. She is a piano.

She didn't want to learn from ancient poetry, but at this time she was really incompetent, she couldn't do it herself.

I dropped my eyelashes and tried to think about the poems I had learned about the piano before. The big strings are like the rain, the small strings are cut like whispers... It seems that it doesn't fit the woman's piano.

For a long silence, she seems to be able to hear the sneer from the side.

It seems that no matter what age, illiterate people are not seen.

She did not recite a poem today, and they were shocked.

She thought hard and rushed out.

Zhou Yiji smiled and said: "I don't think Mrs. Ye Shao can't evaluate it, or I..."

The voice has not fallen.

It belongs to the girl's sweet voice: "Jincheng silk tube day and day, half into the river wind and half into the cloud. This song should only be in the sky, the world can get a few times to hear, how? Is your song is the highest evaluation! ”

Zhou Yuji is silent.

The scene was silent, I don't know who opened it.

"Good poetry!"

"I didn't expect Mrs. Ye Shao to learn this way."

"Before rumors that she didn't learn nothing, it doesn't seem to be the case."

"I feel that this poem is better than the two young ladies."

Everyone is whispering and talking.

Liu took the lead in applause: "Our family's little words are hidden. This poem is comparable to the great Confucianism. Is it, Mrs. Jiang?" She glanced at the wife of Yongxiaohoufu.

Ponzi felt that he had won back his face and showed a few praises to Lin Qing’s words.

Shen Qiu-rong was very surprised. She really didn't believe that Lin Qing's poetry could make such a profound poem: "The poem is very good! I don't know who's from."

Explain to everyone that her poems are seen from other places.

Lin Qing’s words gave her a look and yelled at her: “I’m not copying your poems.”

After winning a game, he sat down with the Hungarians and sat down, staring at everything, and did not put Ye Shaoqing in his eyes. 2k novel reading network