The Love Equation

It was dawn and the chicken cried.

Suddenly Zhou Xiao opened his eyes, **** it! Things are big! Where is this place?

Yarn account? Openwork carved wooden bed?

She closed her eyes hard, this is a dream! It must be a dream!

Zhou Xiao, with her hands crossed and resting on her waist, closed her eyes tightly, was really a dream! She hasn't been so grateful for Zhao Fanzhou's big furry hands yet. She opened her eyes in a good mood, and Zhao Fanzhou's handsome face was unreasonable. (Xishi appears in the eyes of the lover, don't care about her)

Gee Gee, look at her husband, this eyebrow, this eye, this nose, this mouth, it looks so good, even with a strange long hair is handsome. Alas, I want to make fun of it and say, since it is so, it is better to move than to move! Zhou Xiao was close to Zhao Fanzhou, and when she was only 0.1 centimeters away from his face, Zhou Xiao finally recovered a little reason. When did Zhao Fanzhou have such a thunderous hairstyle?

She bounced off the bed like a spring, and Zhao Fanzhou (called it for the time being) was awakened by her big movements, frowning and looking at her, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Xiao shook his finger at him. Although he was covered most of the quilt, she could guess ... he, he, he ... he was undressed ... she looked at herself subconsciously, fortunately, the clothes were all in.

"Which part of clothing are you wearing?" Zhao Fanzhou looked at her dress along her eyes.

"Ah?" Zhou Xiao stared dumbfounded and digested it for a while before he understood what he was asking, but now she had no time to answer his question. She was busy looking at her surroundings, round mahogany table, round stool, oil lamp, paper Window, is it ... is this a retribution? It has been too long to watch Bawangwen online, so she has to go through it? Mother, there was a chance to give a bunch of articles a good reply before her. She did n’t cherish it until she lost it. She regretted it. If God gave her another chance, she must leave a message, if she had to leave a message Add a number, she hopes ... ten thousand.

"I'm asking you something." Zhao Fanzhou strengthened his tone.

"What dynasty is this?" Zhou Xiao returned to his mind and asked.

"Song." He didn't think her question was strange?

"Southern Song Dynasty or Northern Song Dynasty?" She asked next.

"South Song and North Song?" He finally thought her question was weird.

"Forget it." His response was the Northern Song Dynasty.

"So I'm lying with you, am I married to you?" Based on the novel's experience, she can deduce from this question: Is she going to the blue building or a normal person's house? Anyway, the layout of this room is not like that performed on TV The palace, so there is little possibility of being a deep palace complaint.

"Marry?" He asked back.

"I mean, are we married?" Zhou Xiao reluctantly threw a crepe word.

"Ma'am, did you dissatisfy your husband?" He sneered a little, but Zhou Xiao didn't hear it.

"Fuck! Lady? Are you really my husband?" Zhou Xiao couldn't help it, so she couldn't escape the fate of marrying Zhao Fanzhou through the ancient times?

"Husband?" Zhao Fanzhou raised her eyebrows and repeated her last word.

"Hey, Xiang Gong Xiang Gong, so annoying, I can't communicate with you." Zhou Xiao got angry in the stomach, what mold did she pour? Even if you pass through, you must dress up as a married woman (what qualifications do you have? You are a married woman!), Even a married woman, her husband must be the same! by! I'm really not fresh, I'm not looking! Wait ... the same one? Didn't he wear it too? No, no, he just couldn't understand even after getting married, so he is really an ancient. The ancients ... how to communicate? Fortunately, he speaks Mandarin. What she worried about most when she read through the novel is what the ancients said. Because she remembered that the teacher of ancient Chinese said that the language of the ancients is much different from modern times, so the ancient and modern sounds are completely There is no way to communicate. Now it ’s boring to think about it. God has opened her jokes even through this kind of joke. What else is it that he ca n’t do it? God, you are a master of humor!

Zhao Fanzhou sat up, the quilt slid down from him, revealing his sturdy chest, and then his hands were wrapped around his chest, looking at her thoughtfully.

Gee Gee, his dishevelled hair, crisp. The half-chest death is really **** good-looking, **** evil. Zhou Xiao saw that she was a bit stunned, and threw her head hard before waking up.

"This ... things are a bit complicated, and I do n’t know how to explain it to you. In short, I ’m not your wife ... No, I mean I ’m not your wife, I ’m from a very far away, right. It's a long, long time later, I ... "Zhou Xiao had to stop after half of it, because Zhao Fanzhou looked at her with a neuropathic look.

"Ma'am, you rest first, I'll send someone to ask the doctor." Zhao Fanzhou got out of bed and said lightly.

Zhou Xiao found that this ancient husband didn't seem to be waiting for her very much?

After he finished dressing, he said: "You first replace the strange clothes on your body, so as not to let people read jokes later." He went out without looking back.

It seems that the relationship between the body she accidentally wore and her husband is really bad. After all, no one finds that his wife can leave so coldly after talking nonsense early in the morning, or that she was originally mentally Question, so he got used to it? Should n’t she wear a neuropathy body? Speaking of body, she does n’t know what she looks like now, so go to the mirror! She quickly ran to the dressing table, and she didn't care if the dressing table looked so enchanted, just look at what she had grown like. At first glance, fortunately, it was still the same as before, it was just the bronze mirror that gave her a sallow skin. She sat down dumbly on the edge of the bed, too. She even wore her clothes, and of course she looked the same.

"Young lady?" The young girl's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in." Zhou Xiao said weakly, should the young lady refer to her?

A fifteen-six-year-old girl pushed the door in and shouted: "Young lady, young master asked me to change your clothes." The girl saw Zhou Xiao's clothes for a moment, "Young lady, what are you on?" "

"Aren't you going to change clothes, change it quickly." Zhou Xiao said angrily.

Zhou Xiao was tied tightly. This weather is very hot. Will she sweat like a river when she is dressed like this?

"Young lady, young master said, the doctor will come later, so that you don't go out." The girl said as she combed her hair.

"Huh." Zhou Xiaoying said, she is very depressed now, want to go home, want Zhao Fanzhou.

"Young lady, don't talk nonsense when the doctor comes in," the girl said.

Zhou Xiao looked up at her, and it seemed that the girl and she were from the same country. Then, barely ask the name, "Uh ... little ﹠ # ... How old are you?" She confused the word behind.

"Mrs. Hui Shaoxiao, Xiaotao is 14 this year."

"Oh, fourteen is very good." She asked her name and just acted casually.

Her hair was tossed around by a small peach plate, which was shaped into a rather inelegant shape. It looked like an old tree root in the near future, and ... stool in the distance.

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