I was awed by the fact that Cai Yong didn’t dare not follow the old man didn’t dare, didn’t dare to follow his inclinations.
Don’t take these misunderstandings to heart, I said shyly. My husband is rude and stupid, and he has to rely on his fatherinlaw to give directions.
Cai Yong braced himself and smiled reluctantly. My husband is too modest and old. Where did you get me?
I said seriously, My fatherinlaw absolutely doesn’t want me to be polite. I still need you to wake up, but you don’t have to worry about such a trivial matter as just now.
He nodded. The old man knows … so this is a small thing … He shook his head and sighed.
I pretended not to hear. Is this old man too stubborn? Still think this is an unbearable principled mistake? ! I lost this class? !
Mrs. Cai hurriedly ordered her daughter and maids to enliven the atmosphere. Yan, why don’t you play a song?
Little moths quickly put on a piano, and Wenchi didn’t say much. She adjusted her sleeves slightly and played.
The Story Of Diu Sim also pulled out a long Xiao (or flute? ) faint pharynx pharynx to blow up.
Cai Yong forgot that he had just stood still and clapped his hands and praised Yan Er’s piano skills have won the charm of fatherhood!
Only then? Although I don’t know anything about music, I can still make the most basic evaluation. The music is flowing like water, and it is like a heavenly Yue Xian. I can’t say how wonderful this piano is, but I don’t know that it is very beautiful.
A song, The Story Of Diu Sim’s Wenchi is gathering up her sleeves and gently wiping the sweat from her temples.
I didn’t expect Ma Fu, the … girl, to be better at Quyi! Cai Yong highfived.
The Story Of Diu Sim bowed his head and said, Cai’s adult has praised the fact that the young lady is good at literature and music, which is entertainment. How dare a dancer in The Story Of Diu Sim compare with the young lady?
Cai Yong smashed it and didn’t pick up the words with his mouth open.
Cicada should look down on herself. I think you are better than Yan Mei. I laughed. Yan Mei can play the piano, but you are far better at dancing than her.
The Story Of Diu Sim looked at me, sipping my mouth and not talking.
Why do I feel that those wonderful eyes imply a feeling of bitterness?
I quickly looked at the wrong topic, This piece of music touched me deeply just now, so I suddenly had an epiphany and recited a poem.
Cai Yong Cai Yan’s father and daughter have four bright eyes.
Father forced not to stay Sigh completely restored the original name.
Little moths quickly prepare pen and ink for my husband Cai Yan quickly ordered.
You’re going to pen and ink … Are you just waiting for this moment?
I meditated and pondered over the poem, then twisted up a custommade brush and put it on my wrist.
Chengdu silk tube day after day.
Half into the river and half into the clouds.
This song should be natural.
People can get a few times to smell.
Chapter seventythree The east monk
It seems that people have another wonderful article! Cai Yong twist must sigh a way
It suddenly occurred to me, Did my fatherinlaw intentionally broadcast my previous poems?
Do you know? Cai Yan said angrily. Father made great efforts to make a name for you.
I took a deep breath, but I just got angry and felt a little guilty. My fatherinlaw is a wellmeaning little husband … alas!
Cai Yong shook his head. It’s just gild the lily to recite the old days sooner or later.
At the moment, I really can’t find the right words to express my feelings, and I can respectfully and deeply worship him.
The gift of a virtuous husband … is old! Cai Yong rushed to help me is bare arms really not by scholars! Xianxu is not a village farmer in Shan Ye. Although these trips are small, they are often slandered by villains in the DPRK, so we have to guard against them!
… My words can be said that I just want to cool off. You have to link this matter with your reputation and title it as I am all hello. If I continue to refuse, it will be really embarrassing.
My fatherinlaw’s adult has married you … I arched my hand and looked at my muscles. I decided to add a gown. Does Xiao Zhao have a lighter blouse?
Xiao Zhao quickly returned to the carriage and carried out a blouse as thin as a fine gauze.
I stared eyes this ….. this is a daughter’s clothes? Besides … Is this Yan ‘er or yourself?
It’s somebody else … She tooted a cute little mouth. This is the thinnest blouse. If you’re not satisfied, you can wear your own one …
I have a good arm. Since it’s you and me, I’m very satisfied … Fortunately, she wears this sexy thin blouse with attractive fragrance.
Cai Yong still frowned and saw that he hesitated for a long time before he whispered, After going out, please also ask your husband to wear a scarf.
I shrugged naively. Yes, yes, yes, I will never travel with you again after you say that again.
Well, well, father, don’t worry about it. I’ll wake up my husband after that. Cai Yan couldn’t watch it either.
Don’t be picky when you finally come out of the house. Mrs. Cai also joined the crusade against her husband
Cai Yong finally stopped teaching me really leisurely tea.
Speaking of tea, Jingzhou and Yangzhou are better, he muttered.
I’m pielipped, and people like me who haven’t had much tea know that strong tea tastes too bitter.
Can several donors give you some water to drink? Suddenly someone behind him said
I suddenly turned around. Although I was a little relaxed just now, it is impossible for me not to feel others at such a close distance.
The other is three bald men, all in their twenties and thirties, each with a head as smooth as lard and shining in the sun.
Are you … monks? I raised my hand to keep out the sun.
Amitabha’s three poor monks and brothers are really monks, replied a bald man with his hands folded.
Xiao Zhao and Shuang’er took three small bowls filled with water and handed them.
Thank you, benefactor. The three monks bowed together and then drank it. The poor monk left in a hurry and lost his bowl.
Cai Yong watched them finish drinking water. Where are the three masters?