Chen Yi took a shower happily after Chen Xiang boiled the water. After coming back, he really couldn't stand the feeling of sweating all over but not taking a bath. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a person with a cleanliness obsession. After all, the manifestations of cleanliness obsession in different eras are different. At this time, it is like Chen Yi. Taking a bath every day can be considered a cleanliness obsession. Maybe Chen Yi became the emperor and a bath every day can also cause a series of problems. This is known as the "bath disaster" in history? Chen Yi thought of it with some bad taste. (Who knew it turned out to be a real thing later, but that's a story later). Now Chen Yi just wants to take a bath.

After Chen Yi took off his clothes, he soaked his body in the bathtub, "Huh, it's still so comfortable. I enjoy it for a while now. I don't know if I can get such treatment in the future. It's definitely impossible. If I take a bath during wars in this era, it would be a sign of extreme luxury. I don't know if I will be scolded to death. I guess those Taoists will be stabbed by the backbone after being recorded. In fact, I just want to take a bath. Are those guys not taking a bath? Really, I will pick on it. Forget it, when a person reaches the highest level.

After the place where you are, your advantages will naturally be infinitely magnified, but your shortcomings will also be infinitely magnified. Your little interests or hobbies may be captured and used by others. As long as people are favored by others, they are likely to be careless, seize the handle, be threatened, and finally make a huge mistake. How can you not be careful? Life cannot be caught by others early in the future. Don’t let others’ mistakes affect you at the same time and ruin yourself. People, at that moment, aren’t like walking on thin ice in the abyss.” Chen Yi took a bath and took a good bath.

After washing, Chen Yi wiped his body clean. If he didn't dry himself in this weather, a gust of wind would blow Chen Yi and he would have to fall there. He would probably vomit, diarrhea, and fever would not stop. Doctors could not treat him. This is a tradition. If Chen Yi fell, they probably wouldn't have any solution. He was afraid that his life would be lost at that time. Chen Yi stayed in the house for a long time. After his hair was dry, Chen Yi chose to go out. After wearing it for a while, he put his tiger-skin coat on his body.

Then he walked out of the bathroom and walked quickly to his house. After entering the house, he immediately closed the door behind him, took a breath of air conditioning, and then took the brazier over, sat on the side to warm his body. After a while, it became warm. He said that the temperature is probably not allowed to go out after five o'clock. He actually acted like a dying act when he went out, but now he is in good health. He will cook some cold-removing soup here later. Otherwise, he will lie down as soon as he gets up tomorrow morning, so he will not cause trouble at this critical moment.

Chen Yi took off the big tiger skin on his body when the fire was so slightly sweating that he had taken off the big tiger skin on his body. He got up in his room and started looking for the medicinal materials he needed. After finding it, he put up the big pot and threw everything in it. He took a spoon and slowly started boiling it in the big pot. He boiled it and boiled it, boiled it, boiled it, boil it, boil it, boil it, boil it, boil it, Chen Yi felt that the medicinal materials in this big pot were very similar to his current self. He was slowly boiled in this dire era, waiting for the right time and place, waiting for the right time, waiting for the peace of mind, waiting for the heroes in the world, and when the land of China was devastated, the huge Han Dynasty was already rotten, and even if he came, he could not save him. The heart-strengthening needle could not save this dead disease.

The human brain is dead, quadriplegic, the heart is about to stop beating, and only the last bit of spiritual energy in the lungs is left. It is just that the vigorous peasant uprising will destroy the last breath of this huge empire that dominates the deserts of Asia. In that case, the empire will only be left with a broken body on the throne, waiting for the next heir to throw his body down, sit in that position, and start a new round-trip, until the next person kicks the body down. This is the appearance of feudal society. Chen Yi believes that even if he finally ascended to the Nine Five Lord, he will not be able to control the affairs of the descendants behind him. He will definitely be extravagant in the end, so that he will die in the end. Chen Yi just hopes that his dynasty can live a few more years, that's all.

Chen Yi slowly boiled medicine in the pot, looking at the medicinal materials in the pot, and gradually became enlightened. He sang in his mouth: "The boxwood pole is soft and so sister, so brother, hari, pick up white rice, so brother, so brother, hari, sister, so brother, hari, so brother, hari, so brother, hari, so brother, hari, so girl, so brother, hari, so girl, so brother, hari, you can comb her hair and feed it..." Chen Yi hummed while recalling the original one in his heart

(There are stories, there are stories, everyone is coming here, I've sold melons, I've sold melons, who wants it, now only 998), she is from Chongqing, taught herself this song, it was in her darkest moment, at that time, almost everyone around her left, and this girl who is equivalent to a transfer student crashed into her heart, leaving a rich and colorful stroke, and then hurried away, leaving only a beautiful figure, which made Chen Yi look like a

I sometimes see her when I dreamed that night. Chen Yi didn't smoke, otherwise I would probably want to smoke now. After Chen Yi finished cooking, he patted his face, rubbed his hands, and lay on the bed after drinking the soup. Today I was so tired. In ancient winter, it was a season where people didn't move. In fact, Chen Yi still didn't want Dian Wei and the others to go out. After all, the weather was too cold, but Chen Yi also knew that he was free to move.

It's been a few months, and whether it's successful depends on this period of time. At worst, the farm that Chen Yi mentioned was where he made a fortune in farming and finally conquering the world by farming. But there are some problems in that process. Chen Yi himself likes strategy games when playing games, and does not like simulation and development games. Chen Yi firmly believes that he will wait for a talent like Xiao He of the Han Dynasty to help him develop his home. Chen Yi firmly believes in this. (Well, a buck-blaming expert)

Chen Yi fell asleep and was half asleep and half awake, and saw the door in his room again. The room was pitch black. Because Chen Yi turned off the lamp himself, he did not dare to smash the lamp, for fear of wasting money, and did not dare to smash the wall. On the one hand, he felt sorry for the wall and on the other hand, he was afraid of pain. Yes, this is Chen Yi, Chen Yi, who looks the most like an ordinary person, misses all of us the most.

(End of this chapter)
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