It is early winter. The mottled figures of two tall locust trees are revealed in a courtyard with white walls and red walls. Yellow leaves fall on the ground inside and outside the walls. The branches are sparse, revealing most of the crescent moon in the sky, making the two corridors of white and pink walls as clear as water. There is a slight west wind in the air. People who are drunk and hot, are blown by the wind, and are refreshed.

The moon sets and the stars are sparse, and it is already the third day of the weather. There is a small building near the East Pavilion near the Big Locust Tree, which stretches out the roof. Lights are shot out in the lush flowers and rocks. From time to time, there are the sound of wine and teasing, laughter, and silk and bamboo zither. With a creaking sound, the closed window lattice that was originally close to the Big Locust Tree was suddenly pushed open, and a thin back was revealed in the dim candle shadow. She stood by the window and seemed to have been mentally prepared for a long time, and repeatedly stuck her head out of the window and explored in the darkness, and remained unresolved.

"Little bitch who doesn't know how to lift up, you jump. As long as you dare, the master will dare to prepare a good coffin for you." After a fat man like a wall said this, the sound of cheering in the building was heard one after another. When he stretched out his hands covered in grease and was about to pull the woman back, something unexpected happened. The woman really fell into the darkness that might make her doomed.

The woman stretched out her hand randomly to grab the branches that seemed to be only one step away from her. Unfortunately, things went against her wishes. The sparse thin branches could not bear the weight of nearly a hundred pounds. The branches she grabbed in her hand were broken as much as possible, but the speed of the woman's decline did not decrease at all. Just when she was about to accept death calmly, an unexpected scene happened. She actually fell on a soft thing. She was facing back to the ground and unconsciously looked down on her whole body. Her arms were still arms, legs were still legs, and heads were still heads. She was so happy that she was almost unable to control herself. She was not dead. She was still alive and lived well. This could even be said to have thrown a beautiful big mouth from the other party, making her feel comfortable all over.

At this moment, a conversation came from the small building that made her cold again: "Brother, it may not be good if such a murder case has been caused."

"She fell down, but her small body was not enough to have the 'big insect' in my garden. When the government found out, she would say that she fell down accidentally. What's the matter with us? What's more, she still died without evidence."

After the other party finished speaking, a series of sinister smiles sounded, and compliments were heard around him one after another. When the sound of miraculous sounds sounded again, it seemed that everyone had completely forgotten the scene just now.

Before the woman came, she heard that the master of this household liked to raise some particularly fierce beasts, such as tigers, lions, leopards, etc., called the "Tiger and Leopard Garden". Before entering this yard, she secretly beat the drum. After hearing what the other party said, did she accidentally escape from the wolf's den and then enter the tiger's den with bad luck?

The woman twisted her body and had already flashed to the side. A few steps away, she took advantage of the lights and lights from the building to look at the land where she had just saved her life by accident. She found that there was indeed a colorful tiger lying there. The woman's bang down and seemed to be unable to wake it up. It was still squatting there and sleeping sounds, making a thrilling sound. At this time, her hair stood up, her body became stiff and she couldn't move at all. She was shocked and stayed there for almost a stick of incense. She didn't dare to make any noise, let alone make any noise, for fear of waking up the big insect that could make her die at any time.

At that time, the originally tight moon-shaped arch creaked open, and several people dressed in military officials rushed in with a servant carrying a lantern. The woman hid in the dark corner and did not dare to say hello to these people. She thought these people were here to catch her. Fortunately, these people did not find her at all, and they would not come again. While everyone ran towards the big insect that could hurt people at any time, she flashed out along the moon-shaped fog that these people squeezed into. But before leaving, she accidentally heard the military officials shouting "Shizhong, Shizhong". As for whether the man named Shizhong had been swallowed into the stomach by the colorful tiger, she could not care about it.

The bones all over his body seemed to be disintegrated that night. He remembered that just when he was sleeping in a daze, he felt that he was beaten hard by something. Because he was not prepared at all, he almost passed away. He drank too much wine in the first half of the night, and he finally couldn't wake up from the dream. So he felt that everything was like a dream. Fortunately, the other party didn't cut off his head. This was not a big deal for him. Over the years, he had fought with people, probably a few fingers that could not count. First, he fought with the gangsters in the village, and later he practiced with the brothers in the barracks, and later he carried a gun and rode a horse in the military formation to fight against the Western barracks.

But before these people fought against him, they often drove carriages with him and never attacked him. After he was awakened by his brothers who came to save him, the man who beat him refused to admit it. His body was obviously beaten by the other party, and he would not allow the other party to deny it. He hated others to attack him most in his life and beat him back to the male owner of this family who was like that wall. It was not until the other party's head was swollen like a big pig's head that he gave up with satisfaction. When he left, the "splash Han Wu" and his people who came together naturally emptied all the good wine in the cellar of this pig's head that dared to touch his tiger's beard.

"Po Han Wu" is real name Han Shizhong. The woman who accidentally fell from the small building and fell on him was Liang Hongyu. She was Liang Hongying's sister and Ping'er's daughter. After Han Shizhong returned to the military camp, he still lived his life randomly. Recently, something made him particularly depressed. Recently, his parents told him that Liang Hongyu, who had originally been married to him, had almost no one left in the family and was beheaded. Liang Hongyu, who had played with him when he was a child, was even missing. Although he had never met her again in recent years, he and

However, there have been letters between her. They are close to each other and talk about everything. In the past few years, in addition to drinking and killing enemies in the military camp, a literate soldier under his command has almost become his other special hobby. Therefore, the military camp who is familiar with him in the military camp often only knows Mrs. Han Er, but not Mrs. Han. He has long regarded her as his own woman, and she also regards him as his own man, so most of the benefits he gained from his military achievements were subsidized for the Liang family.

Of course, Han Shizhong has always believed that Liang Hongyu is still alive. These days he kept asking someone to inquire about some possible news about her, but unfortunately all the news fell into the sea. Another thing that made him even more depressed was that his kind-hearted parents actually arranged another marriage for him. However, once he secretly climbed over the wall and entered the family. After seeing the fat woman who might have become his other wife, he seemed to have lost interest in women all over the world. Although Han Shizhong himself was as strong as a hill, he did not like women who stood side by side with him and did not distinguish between each other. He was more interested in thinner women.

The orders of his parents and the words of the matchmaker. In the face of his parents' resistance to death, Han Shizhong, who was invincible on the battlefield, was helpless about men and women. During the period when he gave the other party the "Three Books and Six Rites", he got himself drunk almost every time. Perhaps only in this way can he gradually forget those unhappy things.

But today a special guest came to the house, a matchmaker sent by the woman. If he had to settle down, he would rather marry the young matchmaker in front of him with exaggerated red rouge on his face, thin body, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, and laughing more like crying, which made Han Shizhong feel like a unique and unique young matchmaker.

After Liang Hongyu escaped from the tiger's den, she did not return to her residence where she belonged to the official prostitute. By chance, she became the matchmaker of the man who had been in private for so many years. This matter was a bit incredible, but it happened. Renewing her relationship with the heroes of the border who have repeatedly defeated Westerners and made military achievements seems to have become a luxury. When she met her "man" face to face, her heart was ups and downs, and she almost couldn't control her love and blurted out who she was. However, the irreconcilable gap between the two of them made her speech to her mouth.

"Master, the details about asking for names, Najib..."

“Can you drink alcohol?”

Liang Hongyu was stunned, not knowing how to reply, so she had to nodded randomly. What would the other party make in the end if he knew his true identity? Will he leave all the things in front of him and elope with him? I heard that this son-in-law has been making him unconscious every day recently. I heard from people around him that such situations have happened before, but that was a month before and after he won the battle. Of course, these things are worth celebrating. It is not an exaggeration to have a few drinks with the people around him. But what is his way of doing these days?

Before Liang Hongyu could figure out the man's true thoughts, Han Shizhong quickly prepared a table of dishes including white chopped chicken, stuffed geese, tear yellow beef, fruits and vegetables, and a jar of Fenjiu with fragrant aroma. Han Shizhong did not wait for Liang Hongyu to agree, and directly placed six large sea bowls in front of the two of them, and filled them with Fenjiu.

"Come on, let's have a bowl of Fenjiu." After Han Shizhong said, he first picked up a bowl of Fenjiu and drank it all in one go. Usually he had a surprising amount of alcohol. He drank like a bull's bowl. The first bowl of Fenjiu, which seemed to be a lot of serving, was poured into his throat and into his stomach. The feeling of fever and fever in his throat made him feel a little unsatisfied. Of course, he was not ready to force the other party to drink it, or it was due to some of his bones. Just when he raised another bowl of Fenjiu again to finish it, the matchmaker opposite spoke.

"Mr. Han, can we talk about the matter between us as long as I drink these three bowls of wine?"

Before Han Shizhong could speak, the ruthless matchmaker on the opposite side followed suit. He bulged his chest, which made Han Shizhong a little imaginative, and drank a drop of Fenjiu in front of him. He saw a beautiful flush on his face, which was originally covered with rouge. Han Shizhong became obsessed with an instant and didn't know what to do next? He stayed in the military camp almost all year round. Unlike other military officials, he didn't like to drink flower wine, and he was in his heart.

After being filled with the voice and appearance of another woman he imagined, of course, there is no place for another woman. He has little dealing with women, so he has never seen a woman who is as generous as the one in front of him. After the other party's first bowl of Fenjiu was as good as a man, he naturally did not resist and neglect her as before. When the two of them drank three bowls of Fenjiu at the same time, the atmosphere between them became even more erotic.

Han Shizhong directly divided the stewed goose on the table into two and handed half of it over. At this moment, Han Shizhong was almost covered in oily hands, his neck was covered with dirt, and his clothes were even more messy. He could see black mud in his nails. If he had been replaced by other women, he might not have reached out to pick it up. His appearance, which was similar to a beggar on the street, was really disgusting. But when Liang Hongyu took the half of the stewed goose and slowly pulled off the shredded meat and sent it into his mouth with a pair of beautiful fingers, Han Shizhong was left with a silly smile on his face.

"You... are you married... don't?" When Han Shizhong said this, he was as thin as a mosquito, and his mouth was even more vague. Those words seemed to be like using a dull knife to slowly cut a piece of beef with skin, which made him exhausted his efforts. His dark face began to heat up rarely. His hazel-colored eyes swept around the other person's face without any purpose. After he said it, he regretted it. He hoped that the other person would not hear the bastard he had just said. As for why he was so out of control today and said such frivolous words, even Han Shizhong himself did not understand.

"What's the point of getting married now? You're about to be the groom."

A big stone suddenly blocked his chest that made him breathless. He suddenly poured a large bowl of Fenjiu into the sea bowl, and an inexplicable sadness appeared on his face. He poured his longing for someone into his stomach with the wine. After drinking too much wine, his words naturally became more and more.

"Do you know how to like someone? I think you, a matchmaker who likes to get the right one, probably no longer feels like this, right?"

Liang Hongyu didn't say anything, silently mentioned the wine jar, and helped Han Shizhong and himself fill Fenjiu separately.

"I might as well tell you a secret. I have actually liked someone for years. You can go back and tell her that if she is going to agree to this marriage, it may not be good for both parties. Otherwise, let's stop this matter. There is some money here. You can take it back and hand it over to her. It is my compensation for her. And maybe one day I will never come back and make her a widow at a young age. I don't think she is willing to do it either."

Han Shizhong took out a breast-sticking cloth bag from his arms, and there was a cloth bag full of wine stains on it. The ground was vaguely grinded with the broken jade pattern with only the word "Good Fortune". He poured out the silver money in the cloth bag without falling off, but smoothed the cloth bag like a treasure and put it back again.
Chapter completed!