The man smiled and said to the bearded man, “Brother Lian, you know my feelings best. I want to see Yingying and her little lover, so you bring it to me!” His voice was very thick and sharp, neither male nor female. When I heard it in the wilderness, I was afraid I would think there was a ghost!
Brother Lian walked up and grabbed the man’s wrist: “Sister Dongfang, take a look. This is iced. I will let you bury these two people in a while. Although you can’t have the same fur, I will let them die and have a hole!”
Sister Dongfang pinned the embroidery needle on the collar of her chest, pushed open the lid of the coffin, looked at Yingying, and said, “It’s still so young and beautiful, but unfortunately I’m not here. Brother Lian, don’t you dislike me?” After asking, he turned to look at Linghu Chong: “He is pretty, not as handsome as I imagined, and he is a little unworthy of Yingying!”
Brother Lian pulled Sister Dongfang to him and smiled and said, “How could I dislike you? We are flying together, so much happier than them. I wish I could be together day and night!”
Brother Lian accompanied Sister Dongfang to look at the two and said, “This Yingying has shown goodwill to the heroes of the left and right all day long, but I don’t want to touch her, so it’s okay to be killed by the one named Ding Hao. We have a heartache. Do you want to go out for a walk and show it to everyone?”
“I haven’t figured out the double-sided embroidery technique very well, and I’m too lazy to go out.” Sister Dongfang threw a charming look at Brother Lian and smiled, “When the weather is good every day, we will go to Suhang and Hangzhou to find the local embroidery girl to see how this double-sided embroidery can look better. I’ll embroider your bellyband!” Sister Dongfang is really a good wife and mother, a model of a home girl!
Brother Lian nodded and said, “Okay, then I’ll let the people below deal with this matter. In two months, we’ll go to Suzhou and Hangzhou!”
Sister Dongfang turned around the coffin and said, “Let Yingying accompany me on the cliff. Linghu Chong is lucky. He can live and die with my Yingying. Let’s bury him together!” After saying that, he twisted his ‘skin body’ and left behind!
Brother Lian asked someone to come in and carried the coffins of the two of them out. From then on, Ren Yingying and Linghu Chong were buried together on the top of the Black Wood Cliff! (Lying happily together, waiting for the day when the butterfly becomes transformed into a butterfly, cutely after it turns into a butterfly!)
The people in the Jianghu Lake, like us, also have a circle of friends. This circle of friends has a very good relationship, and there are also common relationships. Let’s not talk about the reactions of major sects for the time being, many people decided to help Ren Yingying and Linghu Chong take revenge. Lan Fenghuang, who participated in the Wubagang Association, was a Miao person, and was not as twists and turns as Han people, and she was very persistent. She knew that her best friend, the saint Ren Yingying, was killed, and the handsome and handsome brother Linghu, who was seriously ill, was killed. She wanted to take revenge!
I was determined to take action immediately, find the ancestor of the Yellow River to ask about the situation, and search for the last place where Ding Yi and Ye Zhanqing appeared – the place where Tian Boguang died!
Work at sunrise, rest at sunrise, dig a well and drink, and cultivate fields and eat. How can I have the power of imperialism?
Ding Yi likes the atmosphere of Dong Village. It is far away from the town and is rarely visited. The people are simple and hardworking, poor and sincere. Everyone is working and living hard. Some children of seven or eight years old in the village are naked and have no clothes to wear, and have already started to help adults work. Every day, farmers start going out at dawn, even Dong Ruicun, the richest and most prestigious, is no exception.
Dong Ruicun’s family has about 200 acres of land, and also hires two long-term workers. He gets up early and carries farm tools, rolls up his trousers and goes out. He doesn’t come back until it gets dark. At noon, his family delivers food to the ground, and everyone squats on the ground to eat. In his words, if the village households dig food from the soil and throw sweat beads into eight petals, they have to make money by relying on their hands. This year, God will appreciate his face and work harder.
There are many chickens and dogs in the village, almost every family has it, and it is very lively every day. The children are full of energy and run around all day, not knowing what they are busy with!