第二百二十二章鸠占鹊巢(4/4)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      当年关云长打了华雄一个冷不防，留下一段佳话，可惜小鬼杀的却是一个畜生，注定无法流芳千古。
                                                                                                                                                                少年盘膝坐在火堆前，当夜色浓烈得如同烈酒之时，帐篷里又传来恼人的声音，夫人那熟悉而婉转的娇嗔就回荡在少年耳边，经久不息……