The glory of the king Wang Zhaojun and the soul of the uncle

We will not mention the result of this battle for now, but to some extent, Zhuge Liang won.

He successfully took away Wang Zhaojun's "next day" in the spring.

In this way, it may be a date.

That whole day, Wang Zhaojun's eyes were full of Zhuge Liang's fancy and handsome. With his exquisite positioning, Zhuge Liang perfectly interpreted what it means to be "I am the only one in your world".

On that day, Zhuge Liang took himself to a new height.

But until the end, he couldn't see Wang Zhaojun's blush like a little girl being teased.

As expected of Wang Zhaojun, even a master of Zhuge Liang's level felt a little pressure to conquer the extremely difficult Kaolin Flower.

However, the more difficult things are to conquer, the more attractive they are to conquer.

Zhuge Liang's spirit of fighting more and more bravely has successfully aroused the resentment of the uncle Wannian who died in the house.

Uncle Wang Zhaojun: Yo~ You are handsome, you are so handsome.

Yes.

He remembered.

Now he is Wang Zhaojun, the beautiful and elegant goddess with countless auras, who fascinates thousands of boys.

Wang Zhaojun was eager to try it—come on!Come tease me!See who is flirting with whom!

The uncle's soul has awakened.

When the clouds in the sky were dyed rich red by the slanting light, Wang Zhaojun stood on the high cliff, and the whirling return wind from the high place lifted her thin skirt, as if the goddess of the sky had just landed in the world, exquisite On his face hangs the indifference that sees through everything in the world.

It was just such a face, and it was tempting to want other more vivid expressions to emerge on it.

Expressions that become more vivid because of themselves.

Wang Zhaojun, who has read many books (Xiao Huangwen, □□), knows that this is the moment, the perfect time has come.

As if moved by such a romantic scene, Wang Zhaojun's face softened a little as if the ice and snow had melted for a moment.

This looseness made the heart of Zhuge Liang, who had been observing her silently, beat wildly.

Just listen to Wang Zhaojun's soft voice blowing like a ray of breeze: "Kong Ming..."

Zhuge Liang replied softly: "I am here."

Just when Zhuge Liang was fully motivated, thinking that Wang Zhaojun was about to open his heart to him, Wang Zhaojun suddenly stopped the momentum by himself, just folded his arms in the wind, and walked back to the path: "No, it's nothing."

"It's a bit cold here, let's go back."

Zhuge Liang was a little disappointed.

But he put his arms around Wang Zhaojun's thin shoulders and answered "yes".

Wang Zhaojun: I said it was cold, can't you give me a dress?Hug what hug, my tofu is very expensive!

He wanted to avoid it purely and unpretentiously, but it was really cold in the evening.

Forget it.

——Although I don’t like seeing you, I won’t hit you because of your potential to be a stove heater.

Zhuge Liang looked at Wang Zhaojun who was obediently huddled in his arms because of the cold, and finally felt that the hard work of this day was not in vain.

He also found that although Wang Zhaojun was expressionless, he didn't dare to look up at him.

No one else has seen Wang Zhaojun like this before.

Did he understand that although she didn't show anything, she just didn't show it?

Really looking forward to it.

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Wang Zhaojun: Pills, pills, pills—my snot seems to be coming out!No paper, no paper, no paper!

The author has something to say: PS; uncle's ta is him, because the gender of uncle's soul is uncle.