Chapter 27

Wang Yiping, this time I will protect the poetic charm and prevent her from being stained by your brother Shu. How can I see you shove Liu Yanhong into me?

But that Diao Nu, I will find a way to get her to my side.

Wang Yiping, I will treat people in their own way, and I will let you taste the wonderful taste of being betrayed by your own people.

Ziyou thought of all he had done to the rhyme of poetry in his previous life, and felt guilty.

Looking at her own girl, pointing to the stall, those handmade clay figurines, long knots, kites, paper cuts, embroidery, dough figurines, and Mr. rabbit couldn't help saying softly, "look what you like. I'll buy it for you."

Four wenches listened, looking at Ziyou gratefully, shaking their heads in embarrassment.

To be honest, their young lady has been good enough to them since she got well last time. No matter what they eat or jewelry, they are often rewarded with no words. They are also taught to read, practice martial arts, have a pleasant face and never lose their temper.

Such a young lady, they like it very much. Although the former young ladies would also reward them, there was always a mocking contempt in that look and look at them.

But now, the young lady treats them as if they were relatives. The warm and soft eyes can look straight into your heart.

See someone pinch face person, purple you and four servant girls, all walked past.

The face kneader is an old man in his sixties. He is dressed in rags. Sitting in front of a shabby bamboo burden, he picks up a dough and kneads, rubs, rubs and lifts it in his hand several times. He uses a small bamboo knife to cut, carve, carve, shape himself, hands and head. He puts on his hair ornaments and clothes. In an instant, the lifelike artistic image comes out of his hands.

Ziyou looked at the old man, his thin hand, and his eyes dimmed. Then he asked softly, "old man, can you squeeze out five of us?"

What a beautiful voice! Like a Oriole singing. The old man looked up in amazement, saw Ziyou and was stunned.

The little girl in front of her eyes is like two deep purple crystals in clear water. They are clear and bright. After a slight sweep of the eyes, they are bright and irresistible.

Wearing light blue long skirt, holy and high-quality, the skin is like a lotus.

The old man didn't speak. He put down his work, picked up a dough, and kneaded it again. After a while, he kneaded the little dough man who looked at Ziyou coldly.

Ziyou is strange. She only shows her eyes and is covered by a veil. The old man can portray her cool and elegant charm, even her tall and small nose and petal like lips.

Ziyou marvels that the folk are really crouching tiger, hidden dragon, a humble craftsman, all of them are sculpture masters.

Ziyou could not help but look at it. Before he could boast, he was robbed of the face-to-face man. "This face-to-face man, how much silver did you want?"

The voice is like a duck's voice. It's made by a man in a changing period.

I'm good at martial arts. My martial arts are better than my own. Ziyou immediately realized these two points, because he acted as fast as lightning. He had just realized that someone was coming, and the face-to-face person in his hand had been robbed by others, so he didn't even have time to deal with them.

No wonder grandpa didn't trust himself to come out. He lost the chance before he met. It is true that there are people outside, and there are days outside. There is no end to any learning. Martial arts are also true. It seems that I have to work hard!

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Thank you for your baby Miaomiao! The sick little ice feels very warm. Love you! Roll and collect.