Pretty Her

Yanyu stared at the bellyband, embroidered with peaches on the bellyband, smoking the familiar Luo Guihanlu, and he recognized who his bellyband was at a glance.

The words were almost red-eyed, gritted teeth: "Holy." The hands under the sleeve squeezed the black pawns and crushed them into gray, which finally blocked the urge to kill.

The boy frowned, as if thinking about the next thing. For a moment, he put away the appearance of hanging out, "This is stolen."

One of the sayings is rampant.

Boy: "The reason why I stole this is to show Yan Qing how strong He is determined to be, so that he can slip into the palace to steal the bellyband." He truthfully told him: "I originally wanted to get this angry at you Yes, but I can't make you misunderstand her, so I want to change it now. "

The cold eyes of speech swept past. The young man was a little scared. When he was abolished by the utterance in the third generation, the utterance also looked at him with such eyes.

But now he couldn't care less.

He wants to be gentle. I really want to. He wants to drink her soup every day, and wants to taste her lips every day. He didn't want to keep the promised palace alone.

The teenager took a deep breath and trembled out his hole card, but this time, not to restrain anyone, but to get someone.

Eyes widened. Without waiting for him to speak, the young man's eyes were firm, word by word, and his eunuch's life was made clear.

He not only broke through her life, but also explained his plans: "She was the golden branch and the leaves, and I married her to be the queen. In the future, she will give birth to the emperor. Both men and women will pass the throne to her children. In the end, she was returned to her. "

After a few seconds of pause, the young man continued, "No one is better than you to marry her. He is not afraid of any deception, because he is the king."

The parable sits there, with no consciousness in all parts of the body except the ears.

The moment the little emperor told Awan's life, there was no doubt that he moved to kill, but the next second, the little emperor took out another word, and he told him that he wanted to completely resolve his life. .

The teenager learns to be smart, knows how to attack, and presses tightly, staring at the words, "I know Yan Qing likes her, but Yan Qing, can you really keep her forever? She is guarding her and can give her a decent reputation. "

The words were so stuffy that they couldn't breathe, and all remaining emotions froze.

The words of the little emperor were so clear that he was unable to fight back.

He dragged this crippled body and would have lived for one day, and nominally, she is his four sisters. If she cannot restore her status, even if she marries him in the future, she will be destined to be instructed by the world.

At this moment, the teenager came up with something that could prove her euphemism, and said righteously: "As long as Yan Qing promised to marry her, he immediately announced the world and restored her princess identity in the name of the royal family. "

The young man finished his breath, panting slightly, his body tightening, staring at the words.

In the eyes of Yan Yu, there was no anger, only hesitation.

Juveniles rarely play games with words. At this time, they have the courage and are aggressive: "Yan Qing, since you like her, you should give her the best. Even if you are not willing now, even if you want to dismiss you, you have to Think carefully about where she should go after you're done. "

He dazzled him with his eyes, a strong teenager, and a sick man, who can give a happy speech.

For a long time, Shen Zhiyan said: "Is this Holy Threat a threat to the minister?"

The boy shook his head: "No, hey, this is trying to win the girl you like."

In words: "Are you not afraid of death?"

The teenager bit his lower lip.

He thought that he had already died a few times, and it would be no big deal to die again. But this life is when he first met her. For him, it has special meaning. If he can, he still hopes to live longer.

With her company, live as long as possible.

"afraid."

"Afraid, dare you come to me and say you want to take my heart?"

The teenager stabilized himself as much as possible. He was really afraid before the words. "Because I want her, even if I'm afraid, I can only bear it. I'm not afraid of myself."

"Have you asked her will?"

The boy treated him honestly: "She said you came first."

The words raise their eyes.

The boy's tough and handsome face was full of vigor, innocence and self-confidence, with the momentum of not hitting the south wall and turning his head.

When he was 14 years old when he first came to assist the teenager, the teenager was still a six-year-old little prince. He taught him how to put in a good degree, how to be a high-ranking person, how to quietly **** what he wanted, but the little prince. He was so bad that he taught him to the end, and even he himself was impatient, so he had to give up and handle everything himself.

He thought that the young man would never learn what he taught in his life, but now he realized afterwards that the young man had already started teaching, grabbed people, and was clean.

When he left, the young man still said behind him, "Yan Qing, there are some things that come first and foremost. He didn't lie, really only He can stay with her forever."

Words came out of the hall, and the person who lifted the car came to help each other. He swung open and tried to lift up his stiff feet. Where can he walk, fell down violently, spit blood in his mouth, and rushed into his heart. Closed and passed out.

As soon as the speech was carried home, the news spread to the young man's ears.

The teenager was frightened, he was restless, thought about it, and decided to go for words.

He knew that Yan Wan valued the elder brother very much, after all, she could turn around in this life, and it all depended on words. She gained the heart of words, and almost turned words into weapons.

If he was her, he would probably be grateful for the words. However, no matter how grateful you are, you can't give it up.

After getting along with these days, she should understand that her happiness from generation to generation is tied to him. Although he is not as deep-hearted as words, he will grow up. One day, he will meet all her conditions and become her most suitable lover.

There was no light in the temple. The boy looked forward and saw her reclining on the screen. He heard him coming without raising his head. He said coldly, "Are you planning to lock me up?"

He half lay down on her leg and buried his head in guilty conscience, "I'm afraid you'll run away."

She reached out and stroked his chin, and lifted her fingertips against him. He was forced to look at her, seeing her eyes slid into a line, her voice was very soft, not tender, but soft With a knife: "Isn't there an afterlife, what are you anxious for?"

He lifted his neck eagerly, "I like people for the first time, so I want to be together every life and every life. From this life, I am a new life and have no past."

His affection did not move her, she asked coldly, "Brother vomits blood today."

The boy swallowed, "Well, because I told him he was going to marry you."

She pushed him away, and he refused to get up from the ground to hold her. "You should be with you."

She struggled, and slapped him on the face with a slap, crisp and loud.

The boy froze, covered his face, and looked at her in disbelief, "You ... are you snoring?"

She slapped past her again.

The boy stood up and threw her straight to the ground. He looked for her lips in anger, and kissed her over and over again. He kissed her mouth swollen, and then he let go of her. You are not allowed to be so fierce. "

She lay on the ground, her breath calming down, "I've always been so fierce, especially those who hate myself."

The teenager asked with a quivering eyebrow, "Who hates you, who do you mean? He is the one you hate. He is your only companion."

She shook her head: "How many times do you want me to tell you that I don't need a companion."

He trembled and hugged her, "I don't listen. I must be the one you like, because I like you, so you must like him."

She poked mercilessly into his heart, "You tied me around and locked me up like a bird. I can never like you. I hate you forever, and I will hate it forever."

The boy fell down and gradually choked, his voice was reluctant, and he seemed to be biting his teeth to prevent himself from getting too out of control. "What if he wants your like?"

Her voice became enchanted, completely softened into a puddle of water: "Give me what I want, I am happy and happy, and I will naturally like you."

Douda's tears burst into tears, and the teenager cried: "You just want to lie to you, you have to hold the things in your hand, so that you can live in harmony with the words."

She was silent.

The teenager sat up, crying sadly, grieving, and shaking her gently: "You deny it. If you want to lie to someone, you must lie to the end, how can you stop it halfway."

She lowered her eyebrows: "In the next life, you will meet the euphemism you want, as long as you find her earlier."

He wiped his tears, his red eyes were watery and bright, and his nasal sound was heavy. "Is this a promise to you?"

She smiled at him and said, "Oh, yes."

He stared at the floor tiles for a long time. The tears on his face had dried up. For a long time, he took her hand again and clenched his fingers. "Then you talk."

The big deal is decades of loneliness. He can learn how to be a good emperor first, and she can learn to be a good wife and mother, even if it's not his.

But one day, sooner or later, it will be his. She will accompany him to see thousands of miles and mountains, to see how he became an eternal emperor.

As long as, temporarily pay the price of a lifetime.

...

Three major events have happened in the city recently.

The first one is that the Holy One told the world that the four girls of the Yan family were princesses of the former dynasty, not the sons of Yan Fu.

The second one is the paralysis of the paralyzed speech for many years. He got legs and healed, and now he can walk normally.

The third one is that the Holy Father personally sent the newly-sealed Princess Fu'an to marry and marry a powerful leader.

Anguo has miracles every year, and this year has a lot of miracles. The mentor came to the door with double happiness. In the third year of the marriage, the princess gave birth to a pair of dragons and phoenixes, who were raised to three years old. Reenter the main palace after the age of.

This means that Princess Fu'an is not only the highly respected Mrs. Shoufu, but also the queen mother who will speak in the future. Countless women in later generations are envious, envying her wealth and wealth in her life and being held in the palms of the two most noble men in the world.

According to rumors, there was only one reason for the quarrel between Shoufu and Saint, and that was Princess Fu'an.

Princess Fu'an changed her surname and gave her a surname of He. She saved half of the Jinshan and Yinshan in her dowry for her own use and donated half to the treasury. The emperor was no longer the little emperor who knew nothing about ignorance. He gave up his love and spent all his thoughts on governing the country.

Can no longer be a "unreliable man who fell from the roof", he began to learn eagerly, learning from the power of words. The only thing not to learn is the ability to coax a woman.

It's really sweet, she has never been angry when she ran away from home. Occasionally I saw her at a palace banquet, and there was always an eloquence behind her.

Wherever she goes, her words will follow her. On the outside, Yu Zhizhi never let her go one step further. From the moment she got out of bed, the coquettish wife of the cousin was either carried on his shoulders or held in his arms.

The words are closed and their mouths are "my wife".

Occasionally, someone passed by the banquet, and heard the wife of Shoufu on the high post coquettishly, not calling the husband, "brother".

Probably it was a happy life. When she was forty years old, her face was still like an eighteen girl, and every tender piece of meat on her body was white and meticulous.

When he was 50 years old, he became seriously ill and did not survive it.

She called a "brother" and woke up from the dream immediately after observing the unscrupulous words for seven days and seven nights. She was ashamed of her illness, refused to see anyone, and said to him through the curtain, "Brother, Awan Gone, in this life, when I meet you, every day is sunny. "

When she saw her, she closed her eyes. The emperor came to her quietly. It was the emperor who came to visit her. She broke through the screen and strode to her bed. She took her hand and asked, "Are you leaving today?"

She had no energy, and her voice was light and shallow. "Yes, leave today."

The spirited boy was dying now, and the emperor smiled with tears in his eyes and repeatedly emphasized: "You remember what you said." He got closer, mysteriously using two people to hear The voice said to her, "You are waiting at the Yanfu, don't go anywhere, and I will pick you up when I wake up."

She responded: "OK."

He was restless, and said, "You've had enough life with the words, so don't look at him any more, don't look at it too much."

She was dying. "Okay."

The emperor smiled and let go of her hand, and said something unintelligible to outsiders: "He decided, this life is not a new life, only the next life."

She said goodbye to him: "Goodbye."

He returned to her: "I'll see you later."

In the thirty-seventh year of Zhengming, the wife of Shoufu died. An hour later, Emperor Kang Shun proclaimed himself, the prince went to power, and the year was changed to Yuanan.

The wife of the speech became sick, and in less than half a month, he drove back to the west.

When the system sounded, Xia Ji opened her eyes, and the reminder of full marks made her rejoice.

Bai Dao was standing in the white mist and looking down, she glanced over and found that it was another quester who had just entered the quest world.

Less than a day, the mission was declared a failure.

Faced with complaints from other missionaries, Baidao frowned.

She leaned over and asked, "What's wrong, Master Baidao?"

The white knife poked away the white mist sadly.

The fourteen-year-old looked at his head crooked for a moment, and then asked disappointedly: "Aren't you Aya, Aya, where's Aya?"

Xia Ji froze, "How can he recognize?"

Baidao opened his eyes: "After you, he recognized all the taskmen. No one can pass his level."

"He's been looking for me?"

"Yes, I've been looking for you, killing the taskman, and then commiting suicide. Forever, never stop."

"Can he stop?"

"He doesn't want to stop."

What Bai Dao thought, looked up at her: "You can't go back."

She retracted her gaze from the boy and reached Baidao. "I know, so let's go."

Bai Dao choked, he thought she would say a few more words, or begged him to let her go back and take a look, he followed, curiously asked: "Are you guilty?"

She looked at him with a smile on her face: "If you have no love in your heart, how can you feel guilty? I never feel guilty about myself, so I can't learn to feel guilty to others.

He wanted to say something more. She held her hand, and her small soft voice stuck to his ear: "Master Bai Dao, don't be a **** in your mouth."

When Bai Dao shook, he immediately waved a colorful light to show that he was clear-cut: "Go, go to the next world."

At the moment of entering the new world, Xia Ji suddenly turned around, and the vision of the future and scattered old world was refracted behind him.

On the roof, the teenager cried, "Awan, where are you?"