Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 802 Sweetness (Part Two)
The night sky in the spring night was full of stars, and the two sat on a high place, looking down at the entire Ming City.

There are sporadic lights on one side, and the bright night market on the other.

Like all cities, there are fireworks in the world and lights of thousands of families here.

There are people’s homes everywhere with scattered lights. A group of children are sitting under the big banyan tree, looking through the books with the help of a few oil lamps hanging under the banyan tree. ! Mispronounced!"

The boy glanced at the old master, and then walked out, and then, stretched his buttocks and lay down on the stone beside the banyan tree, before the old master's wicker fell down, the child screamed loudly.

The old master said angrily: "You little monkey here! You'll bark before you catch him!"

The child chuckled, and then turned to look at the old master. When he turned his head, his pants were pulled off in an instant, and with a "snap", the child opened his mouth wide and couldn't even say "ouch".

The old master grabbed him and said, "You bastard! Your parents are still selling meat in the market to make money for you! You can't go through martial arts with your aptitude, so you can only study, and you don't study hard. In the future, you want to sell it for the rest of your life!" Meat?! If you can’t finish reciting tonight, you won’t be able to sleep!”

……

At the end, the old master picked up the child and put it on his lap, took out the ointment and applied it to him, and said, "Xi Mengmu, next."

The child cried and said: "Xi Mengmu, choose, choose a neighbor... Aww, I don't learn, stop, stop... Ouch, master, don't use too much force!"

Song Wanzhi looked at it and laughed instantly.

Su Mengchen's voice rang in her ears.

"This old master, when I came here four years ago, I also saw him. He looks like an ordinary person, doesn't he? In fact, this is a killer, and he was once at the top of the list of killers. He has slaughtered thousands of people. It is said that the methods are cruel, and women and children are not spared. Therefore, he was banned by the four countries, and in the entire Ming City, there is almost no one who is more powerful than him, except for the city lord, but no one knows that this old master was once frightened. half-holy killer."

Song Wanzhi looked at him.

The old man under the banyan tree was gray-haired and dressed in shabby clothes. He forced the child to study while giving him medicine, but there was innumerable love and affection in his eyes, just like an ancestor treating a child.

Could such a person be the cruel murderer back then?
Su Mengchen said: "When I first arrived at this city, I also thought about whether this city should exist, but when I walked in it, I heard and saw it. It's all human stories, so I thought, What's the difference between here and other places?"

"As you can see, there are those vicious people in the small town, but the people living in this city are more ordinary people who want to live a normal life."

Song Wanzhi looked around, and only saw dilapidated houses, not rich, but vaguely, he could hear the laughter, cursing, and anger, charging a couple of dollars more for the meat Talking about each other for money.

This is life, falling into it, clichéd and noisy, but unexpectedly vivid.

Su Mengchen clings to her hand, then wraps around her waist, and gently falls to the ground.

The two walked slowly forward.

Walking under the big banyan tree, the little boy jumped off the old master's lap when he saw Song Wanzhi.

"Ahh! Women! I don't want to be seen by women!"

Song Wanzhi: ...

The old master slapped his buttocks with a "slap": "Five or six-year-old brat! What kind of woman?! Call me sister!"

"I don't want it!" The little boy covered his butt with his backhand and said angrily at Song Wanzhi, "Don't watch!"

Song Wanzhi suddenly smiled, and Su Mengchen said to the old master: "I and Zhuo Jing passed by here, I don't want to disturb the old man, and I hope to forgive my sin."

The old master looked at Su Mengchen and asked doubtfully, "Did I meet you somewhere?"

Su Mengchen smiled slowly and said, "The old man probably made a mistake, the junior just entered Mingcheng today."

The old master's eyes turned around Song Wanzhi and Su Mengchen: "Are you the farmer and cook who entered the city today?"

Ming City is not too big, and there are not many daily news. The story of Song Wanzhi and Mrs. Qiao San spread throughout Ming City in an instant, and the old master naturally heard it too.

Su Mengchen and Song Wanzhi nodded.

The old master shook his head and said, "Not like."

Su Mengchen said with a smile: "My father lived in seclusion, and I can barely be regarded as a farmer. Zhuojing is a famous family, but I don't dislike my family's bare walls. It's my luck."

Song Wanzhi suddenly opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

What kind of clumsy, what kind of famous family, what kind of shabby family, this person actually just said it casually.

The old master looked at the two of them, at Song Wanzhi's lowered eyes and slightly red face, and laughed: "Well, well! They are a good match!"

The little kid covered his ass and gave Song Wanzhi a white look: "Don't look at me! Look at your man!"

The old master immediately slapped him down: "The language is vulgar! You should be slapped!"

Su Mengchen smiled slightly, and then said: "I and Zhuo Jing will not bother the old man."

After speaking, he bid farewell to Song Wan, and then walked forward with the girl.

Since Hwaseong, because of all the lingering things, they rarely have this feeling of sinking. The two moved forward slowly, as if they were back in Zhaodu, carrying a fish slowly forward under the night.

Dilapidated houses, outside there are grape trellises, loofah vines, entangled all the way, passing by, only smell the scent of flowers, under the night, there are still a few bees, still collecting honey, Song Wanzhi A yellow flower brushed against her sleeve, and a little bee chased after it.

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "Why are you following me? I don't have any flowers for you to pick."

Su Mengchen twisted his fingers and turned slightly, and the little bee flew away from his fingertips.

Su Mengchen looked at the girl beside him with a smile, and said, "Why not?"

Song Wanzhi froze for a moment, turned to look at him, but was caught by the man's gaze in an instant, and was swallowed by the boundless sparkle of that gaze. Su Mengchen slightly supported his hand, leading Song Wanzhi turned slightly, and instantly turned into the dark place next to it. The dilapidated half of the wall was covered with morning glories, and the buds had already been closed no matter whether they bloomed day or night under the night, and strands of silk were hanging down. It seems to have a faint aroma.

Song Wanzhi was slightly confused, and then said: "Mengchen, there is..."

But before he finished speaking, Su Mengchen bit his lips.

Su Mengchen smiled lightly and said, "Qingqing, you know, I've been waiting for a long time, and I probably couldn't wait any longer."

The word "Qingqing" hooked slightly, but the words "can't wait" flowed between the lips and teeth. Then, the man's hand moved up, gently covering her eyes, and then gently touched her down.

I'm really in a hurry.

Like the torrential rain rolling down in an instant, dripping and jumping, his hand holding her slender waist lost strength slightly, as if he wished to embed her in his arms, his lips and teeth were like fish flicking in the spring sea, hooking her, Surrounding her like flowers and willows, leaving no gaps for her.

In a daze, Song Wanzhi heard footsteps, it must be a passing villager, but his head was messed up by the person opposite, he was hugged in a daze, and fell into the deeper darkness.

"There seemed to be someone here just now..."

"Where is anyone, the old eyes are dizzy! Walk around, the child is still at home!"

He said and dragged the people around him away.

Song Wanzhi had already sweated from his delicate kisses, and her body fell limply in his arms.

Su Mengchen lowered his head, looking at her in his arms, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, like misty rain on green mountains, he lowered his head, and couldn't help kissing the corners of her eyes.

Song Wanzhi grabbed the corner of his clothes all at once.

Su Mengchen smiled lowly: "Self-control is really bad, I hope you don't blame Qingqing."

Song Wanzhi blushed and bit her lip.

Su Mengchen picked her up, then smiled softly, and carried her back to the yard.

Su Mengchen gently put her on the bed, then turned around, poured hot water, twisted the handkerchief, and came over: "Come, wash and go to bed."

Song Wan flinched, "I'll do it myself."

Su Mengchen looked at Song Wanzhi and nodded, "Okay."

Song Wanzhi took the veil and wiped her face.

Su Mengchen half-knelt down in front of her, and then went to take off her shoes.

Song Wanzhi was startled: "Mengchen..."

Su Mengchen said: "Don't be afraid, I'll just take a look."

He took off the girl's shoes, and then gently pressed the soles of the girl's feet, Song Wanzhi's brows flickered slightly.

"Does it hurt?" Su Mengchen asked.

Song Wanzhi shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, it's just, a little strange, it seems to be hot."

There seems to be a ball of heating on the soles of the feet, which is so hot that the soles of the feet are scorching hot. When Su Mengchen's fingers press it, there is an indescribable feeling.

Su Mengchen felt relieved when he heard this, he held the girl's foot, and the palm of lotus petals was in full bloom in his hand, he gently put the girl's foot into the water, then, picked up the handkerchief, and gently touched it scrubbed.

"Wan Zhi, I think, we can have a bamboo house in the future, with a field of spring leeks planted in front of the house, what do you like? We will focus on something."

"At that time, we had a little girl like you."

"After all this is over, we will leave."

Song Wanzhi also listened, looking at the man in front of him wiping her feet, a delicate sweetness and sourness suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Mengchen..."

Su Mengchen dried her feet, and then, lowering her head, she kissed the girl's snow-white instep.

The girl's insteps tensed instantly, and her toes shrank like petals.

Su Mengchen stuffed her into the quilt, covered her, and then leaned down to look at her: "Sweet dream, late night."

Looking into the man's eyes, Song Wanzhi nodded slightly, her face still hot.

Su Mengchen smiled, then stood up and walked outside.

After closing the door, he raised his head and looked at Dongfang.

There, there are two peerless sword lights coming towards Qiepo.

(End of this chapter)