The Red Wall of the Net King

In the twilight of the setting sun, there are not many that can be folded into the window.

I thought I shouldn't be relatively silent, but I couldn't find a reason to speak.

"Where is this going?" In fact, this sentence is just nonsense.

I didn't care where I was going, I just couldn't find anything to say.

Does this count as a huge gap between us?I haven't read Shakespeare's plays, I haven't listened to Wagner's musicals, and I don't even know much about the paintings in museums.

And the so-called virtue of a woman's lack of talent, what kind of nonsense is that.

Morality—what a distant vocabulary.Or such irrelevant words as virtuous and gentle.Coupled with the indecent words.

The real Ye Jiu Qing Zhe formed by all of this is not an ideal candidate for a girlfriend.

"A woman who isn't gorgeous, guess what?" There was a touch of gold in the hair through the setting sun, which reminded me vaguely of the stunning scene when I first saw it.

The bloody king in the twilight seems to be the triumphant king returning from the battle.

"Atobe House." In fact, there is no need to guess, the driver's speed is probably too fast.I have vaguely seen the appearance of Buckingham Palace in Atobe.

It's gorgeous.

I don't like to praise its style of architecture, how and what.

"The roses are beautiful." That's what I should have said. "Can you give me one?"

As an inspiration before the battle?

I had a big smile, the way I always do when I realize what I might be missing.

It's rare for Atobe to be gorgeous once.

He gave me a white rose with traces of blood faintly printed on it.

"In return, I'll bandage you." Now, Atobe.This is the best gift I've ever received.

So bless me, let me also be a triumphant queen.

Ryoko Atobe sat leisurely on the imperial concubine's couch, unbelievably lazy.

I finally know that Atobe has inherited Ryoko Atobe's queen aura.

"Hello Mrs. Atobe." She bowed and sat down.

Uninvited, no manners.

"Are you Kishi's daughter?" The lady looked up at me.

I nodded slightly.

"Just call me Aunt Ryoko. Kishi and I are very good friends. Don't be too polite to me." The slight sadness in her eyes seemed impossible to hide.

"You must have a good relationship with her." On the scene, no matter how you don't like it, you have to learn it after all.

My attitude seems a little cold.

"Let's not talk about this, let's talk about something happy." The mother's eyes fell on her son.

How was this look similar?It's just that I was snatched away before I could grasp it firmly.

"How does Qingzhi want to plan the engagement? These are things that should be discussed in detail." Her voice was light, but rarely warm.

I was stunned for a moment, the expected battle did not start.

"Actually, I don't pay much attention to the ceremony, just do whatever you want." My politeness always seems alienated.

"Call me Aunt Ryoko." Her persistent tone made me a little puzzled. "We're about to become a family, why bother to be so restrained?"

She really intends to get engaged.

After confirming this cognition, I feel uneasy.

Probably too smooth, so smooth that I can't even guess what will happen.

So what attitude should Atobe's father take?

At meal time, the busy Tomoshige Atobe finally came back.

I saw the tear mole similar to Atobe, and suddenly smiled.

What should be faced will always be faced.

"Yejiu?" Atobe's father seemed a little surprised, then smiled, "You look a lot like your mother."

The nostalgia in his eyes suddenly made me feel uneasy.

What would they do to me if they knew that my mother's death was related to me?

What happened to Ye Jiu'an's past?

"Not only do they look alike, but they even have a similar temperament." Ryoko Atobe looked at my posture, making me think she was looking at my mother through me.

"Is that paranoid too?" Atobe Tomoshige's voice was astringent, as if sentimental.

"Women who are not gorgeous are more than paranoid." Uncle Atobe always interjected at a very good time, and I was a little moved by his sentence "women who are not gorgeous."

"Excuse me, if you insist on me marrying Atobe just because of my resemblance to my mother, have you considered your son?"

It was originally a good result, but because of what I said, there were side effects.

"Qingcheng, do you think we can barely win Jingwu?" Liangzi looked at her son confidently, "He has known the name of his marriage partner for a long time."

Like a dragonfly touching the center of the lake, faint ripples arose in my heart.

"He didn't come to make things difficult for me. It's really not easy." I looked at him, and couldn't control my sarcasm.

The smile on his face was as bright as a flower.

"I acted as a clown in front of Mr. Atobe, who has seen everything. How is it, the performance is gorgeous?"

"Well, not a gorgeous woman, my uncle reluctantly admits that you are still gorgeous." Atobe snapped his fingers, but his voice was a little dull.

That's right, isn't there still a Band-Aid on your hand?

So when did it start—Atobe, did you start caring about me?

Gorgeous as Mr. Atobe, he doesn't bother to explain these things.And I don't need to know.

"Jingwu is willing to bring you back, which proves that he agrees with you. As for us, we don't know you at all. We don't have the coquettishness of the eldest lady, we look at things calmly, paranoid but know how to measure, and most importantly, You love Jingwu too, right?"

Such a voice came from the elders of Atobe.I never thought that the first time I was affirmed by someone—it was from Atobe’s family.

How should I react?Modesty to say the scene, conceited to say thank you for the compliment?

"In the image of a businessman's wife?" I smiled, softly for the first time.

So this time the battle did not start.