The big guy who wears fast always supports me

Chapter 1045 Solitary and the General Untie the Battle Robe (32)

"Oh my god!"

"Oh my God!"

"My ancestors!"

In a small hidden corner next to the palace, there were bursts of screams, each with their heads straightened, staring dumbfounded, and after a while, low screams sounded.

"Your Majesty has something—"

"When did Hou Ye learn to be masculine?"

"Has Lord Hou finally decided to take the path of serving the king with Israel?"

"I originally thought that Lord Hou would marry a backyard full of all kinds of wives and concubines now that he has achieved great success and fame!"

"Yes, among other things, Liu Shangshu's eldest daughter, Wei Dashi's granddaughter, Zhu Guogong's younger sister... who doesn't have a deep-rooted affection for our Lord Hou? I heard that the fight was fierce. In order to be the real wife , I can’t wait to fight! Who knows—”

"Who knew that Lord Marquis recommended himself on his own initiative and applied to be His Majesty's main palace..."

"Master Hou is very courageous, but look at how he gets along with His Majesty... Actually, I have followed him for several years, and I have never seen him so gentle!"

"I've never seen him smile so happily at a girl."

Just when the subordinates were complaining, in the opposite hall, the girl's cheeks were flushed with shame, and she turned her head and reprimanded lightly: "You - bold!"

Wanting to be her... so bold!

I really don't know what to say, what audacity!

As soon as she struggled, the man grabbed her hand even harder. His palm was much bigger than hers, and every phalanx was half as long as hers. When he grabbed it, he could wrap her hand completely inside.

"Don't move. I'll take you to write a few lines. If you struggle again, be careful not to scratch this fine rice paper."

Tong Su has a good habit of never wasting things and respecting knowledge and culture more.

Facing the threat of the man threatening to scratch the good rice paper, it was really like being choked by the lifeblood, frowning his delicate eyebrows and protesting weakly: "You let go of Gu..."

The man turned a deaf ear, held her hand, and wrote stroke by stroke on the paper, the ink color smudged into a piece of flowing clouds and flowing water.

"I heard a poem before. At that time, I thought it would be a portrayal of my eternal life."

The tip of the pen is gentle, dipped in ink and brushed down, stagnant and flying white, and the vigorous handwriting jumps out, with indescribable bitterness.

——Ten years of life and death, without thinking, never forgetting.Thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation.Even if you don't know each other when you meet, your face is covered with dust, and your temples are like frost.

——Yelai Youmeng suddenly returns home.Xiaoxuan window is dressing up.Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.It is expected that the heart will be broken every year: bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

"I still laugh at him, but we have been separated for ten years, and our hearts are broken. If we have to wait for thousands of years, how can we hold on?"

Tong Su was taken aback.

His voice was suddenly light and bright, and the words under his brush gradually became fuller and more mellow, full of joy.

"It was only later that I found out that there is still time to turn around in the world, there is still life from adversity, and there is this poem—"

——Looking for him thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man is there, in a dimly lit place.

There is also the day when we can meet again after thousands of years.

Tong Su raised his hand to cover his heart, and suddenly felt his nose sore, and his eyes were inexplicably wet. He looked dazed, and suddenly looked up at him, frowned, with a puzzled expression:
"I don't know why, hearing you say this, my heart feels so sore, as if... as if these were also written by Gu."

The man looked at her fixedly, his eyes soft and soft, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Your Majesty, do you believe that in this world, there really are past lives and present lives?" He smiled, "If there is, then surely, the past lives of Your Majesty and ministers have also made a covenant from generation to generation."

(End of this chapter)