My Wife Is A Princess

The psychic baoyu was originally very soft and moist. It slowly melted in the ring, and it looked like ice cubes, and gradually became a stream of light water. A little black se swayed up and down on the bottom of the ring. The whole pond was blackened leisurely.

The shadow of the bamboo leaves outside the window fell on the water, and the bamboo leaves reflected by the ink se were like a green boat. Qiao Ruoyu had a gentle and quiet temperament. Standing in an antique room, it looked like the most beautiful picture of a classic lady. Scenery, she unrolled the paper roll, and the slender white and tender skin was even fairer than paper, and her fingers pressed against it, reminiscent of the old story, the scholar who read at night looked at a female ghost or demon Jing from the scroll The first scene I saw at that time was also a palm that was extremely white under the candlelight.

Qiao Ruoyu is not a female ghost or a demon jing, she is more like a fairy sister.

Li Rong is not like a scholar, he is more like a cowboy ... Of course, the one who farmed with an old cow.

Cowherd and sister Sister Fairy have a good story spreading. Li Rong and Qiao Ruoyu can only be described as a bad relationship. Fortunately, there is no need for the queen mother and mother to be ruthless. Both of them are willing to cut off the relationship.

Qiao Ruoyu is unwilling to have those incidents with Li Rongli. Of course, Li Rongli is also unwilling, but it is doomed.

For example, when two people were talking, Qiao Ruoyu's defense decreased a lot, and he forgot to cover his chest when he rolled out the rice paper.

Her ru shape is the kind of bamboo shoot tip, which is particularly easy to shake. Many gentle and charming women are mostly this shape. It has a very unique feeling in the hand, which is very unique.

Li Rong glanced at it accidentally, faintly seeing the pink as a pale peach bud, but immediately looked away, staring at Xuan paper and saying, "Then, the psychic treasure jade turned into ink, shouldn't it be I write down my question and the answer comes up on my own, which is much better than a search engine. "

"What is a search engine?" Qiao Ruoyu said unknownly.

"Nothing ..." Li routing estimated that she might know Baidu, but she didn't necessarily know the meaning of the slightly deeper term of search engine.

"Of course not like that ... you have to draw." Qiao Ruoyu didn't want to know what a search engine is.

"What to paint?" Li Dao frowned. "I'm not very good at it."

"Don't be good ... you just need to draw casually, like a child's graffiti level. After all, this is a psychic treasure, it is straight to your heart." Qiao Ruoyu walked around Li Zhirou, glanced at the pond, in the pond In the reflection, he could clearly see that his **** were raised high up in pajamas, and he could not help flushing, and hurried to the bed and picked up his coat.

"A bit cold," Qiao Ruoyu came over and explained.

Li routing is helpless, why should she explain? I also found such a bad reason.

"Draw casually, then I draw a sun, or something." Li Rong thought for a while.

Most people don't have the talent and talent to paint. When they learned to paint when they were young, they would probably draw the sun and flowers, because the simplest.

"That won't work!" Qiao Ruoyu leaned his head and looked cautiously. "There are still some requirements. There must be three elements to the picture you want to paint. Time, place, person."

"That's it?" Route Lee was ready.

Qiao Ruoyu nodded, and there were no other conditions to add. Looking at Li Rongning's pen drawing, he was curious about what he planned to draw.

Li Dawei took the precious calligraphy brush of countless famous calligraphy masters, and drew a circle on the precious rice paper with the ink formed by psychic treasures.

"Do you really want to draw the sun?" Qiao Ruoyu said uncertainly.

"This is a yard! These are the grass that grows on the yard." Li Rong is certain that Qiao Ruoyu has not been to the yard of his house. Of course, it is not to say that Qiao Ruoyu can recognize the yard of his house. The yard he painted is indeed Like a sun.

"I'm sorry." Qiao Ruoyu smiled apologetically.

"It's nothing……"

Li Rong continued to paint. Qiao Ruoyu couldn't understand it, but he didn't comment. Li Rong explained to her and told her that the jackfruit tree was attached to the stick underneath. The four sticks make up his sister, the round, the square also has four sticks for him.

"It's finished." Li Rong put down his brush. In fact, if he can draw with a pencil, it's quite good, but it's the first time to draw with a brush.

Chinese painting and western painting are completely two systems. Li Ronglu thought so and explained his work like a child's graffiti.

"The picture ... the picture is good ..." Qiao Ruoyu said very hard.

"Let you say such things against your heart, and you can see that you have put in a lot of effort." Li Dali thanked sincerely.

Qiao Ruoyu shook his body and turned away, still laughing out loud.

"What next?" Li Rong looked at the sunshine obliquely through the window and came in.

"Just go to bed and sleep." Qiao Ruoyu pointed at his bed.

Li Rong hesitated for a moment, remembering that Jia Baoyu in Dream of the Red Mansion also had some experience of too much dreamland. Sure enough, psychic Baoyu had such an effect.

Lee did not care much, took off his shoes and went to bed.

Qiao Ruoyu hesitated, but still didn't remind him to take off his pants, how could he go to bed without taking off his clothes and pants? I was just a little annoyed that I didn't remind him, which means that he would actually mind that he was lying naked on his bed, that is to say, after all, he couldn't treat him as his own child, could he really not?

Qiao Ruoyu tightened his jacket, sat at the table, and watched Li Dao's painting in the sun's oblique light rising a few invisible smoke.

Li Rong closed his eyes. He knew he must have fallen asleep to know the answer, but where did he say that he could fall asleep? Although Qiao Ruoyu hasn't been here for a while, she still has her taste on the bed.

Most men have this experience. When they lie down on their girlfriend's bed for the first time, they often can't sleep excitedly ... Although Qiao Ruoyu is not Li's girlfriend, the body fragrance of a woman is always the most direct. It stimulates the senses and makes it difficult to fall asleep.

Lee did not sleep at all, but gradually he smelled a scent of warm and peaceful aroma, which made people relax comfortably.

The drowsiness gradually came out, and Li Rong understood that this was not his normal sleeping phenomenon, but he did not resist.

When Lee Woke Woke up again, it was already dark.

Li Lu finds himself standing in the courtyard of his old house.

The tall jackfruit tree is full of huge jackfruit fruits, unlike Li Piao's previous picks. These fruits are surprisingly large and bulging, shaking on the tree like naughty children.

Lee had a feeling of taking off one and peeling off, and there would be a naked baby jumping out and running.

He didn't pick it, he just felt that everything around him was weird and awkward.

The ground under the feet was extraordinarily hard. The yard walls seemed to be twisting. The iron gate was completely black and there was no light at all. It should be a town not far away. It was completely hidden in the darkness.

Looking up, there is no starlight in the sky, which makes people feel a sense of depression.

Li Rong walked to the iron gate and glanced at it suddenly, then took a few steps back, outside the iron gate turned out to be an endless darkness, the entire old house seemed to float in this void darkness.

A lonely, deserted, and hopeless world.

This is where? Is it in your dream? Lee Route cannot be sure. If it is a dream, it is too clear. Lee Route has never had such a clear dream.

He didn't slap his head to make such a silly decision.

Li routing is not panic. This should be a world created by psychic gems, just like Jia Baoyu's too illusion.

Can I find what I want to know in this world? It's just that this world only has its own old house, some are too small, and Li Rong doubts whether he can know the answer to everything.

"Brother ... I'm hungry ..."

Li Rong turned back abruptly, this voice seemed to pop out from the depths of his memory. When he was a kid, the most helpless thing he heard was when Li said this, because it often means that there is nothing to eat at home And she couldn't help but be hungry.