Fifty years after signing in, I became a blood clan boss

Elizabeth has not been doing well these days.

She was in a bad mood.

It’s not that Her Royal Highness’s romance novels have been confiscated again, but because since listening to “Romeo and Juliet”, a great love story that ended in tragedy, Elizabeth can no longer read other romance novels….

To this day, whenever I think back on this story, Elizabeth is still shocked by Romeo and Juliet’s poignant love that ignores the world, fights for life, and moths to fire.

Comedy tends to laugh when you watch it, and forget when you laugh.

Yet tragedy is remembered.

“Alas~”

Elizabeth wore pink pajamas, coiled little feet, and sat on a velvety soft carpet without the image of a princess, surrounded by scattered books.

She sighed, frowning.

The delicate and beautiful facial features are hung with a touch of sadness!

“Snap~”

She threw the book far away from her.

Instead, he took a romance novel of “The Knight and the Princess” and read it.

Three minutes later, there was another “pop”, and the book was smashed by her on the door.

“Aaaaah! What kind of garbage fiction are these? Woo hoo ~ Noda a library, can’t you find a nutritious book like “Romeo and Juliet”? ”

Elizabeth exclaimed frantically.

While shouting, he slammed the floor with two white pink fists to vent his small emotions.

“Your Royal Highness, what happened?”

The count’s maid, who heard the movement, hurried over.

“Joanna, these romance novels you found me are also too vulgar, has your aesthetic level decreased?”

Elizabeth muttered, “The last time you pulled back that carriage, I could only read two or three books… Still barely watched! Can’t you just find me some good books? ”

When the countess maid named Joanna heard this, the corners of her mouth suddenly twitched… O princess! It’s not that my aesthetic level has decreased, it’s that your aesthetic has improved!

Since Her Royal Highness returned from Fort Jasonburg, she had not been able to read the novels she loved to read before.

Poor God, is a classic, soulful love story like “Romeo and Juliet” that you can find if you want to? A writer who has the ability to write such a tragedy is definitely a literary giant!

Joanna actually cried at the time….

“Alas, Your Royal Highness, you will be done, you have not fancy tens of thousands of romance novels, then it is not a problem with books.” Joanna had a serious expression, “It’s your problem!” ”

“I don’t care, I don’t care!” Elizabeth’s head shook like a rattle.

“Your Royal Highness, your research and attainment in romance novels has reached the peak of the world, it’s time to let go! Leave the book and you’ll fall in love with something else. Joanna admonished bitterly.

“I don’t listen, I don’t listen!”

Elizabeth Meimu was full of grievances, “How can love be let go?” I’d rather die without love! ”

“What I asked you to put down was a romance novel! Not love! The carrier of the former is the book, and the latter is a living man, and there is an essential difference between the two. The man’s mouth has never been kissed, you have a fart love! ”

Joanna was also a little crazy.

Why is it so bad?

“I decided!”

Elizabeth suddenly said inexplicably.

She rubbed up from the ground, her small hands crossed her waist, and her big aqua blue eyes were full of the spirit of not admitting defeat: “I want to go to the library in person to find the books I like to read… I don’t believe it, millions of books, not even a book comparable to Romeo and Juliet! ”

“Change my clothes, let’s go to the library!”

Joanna was expressionless, but in fact she sneered in her heart, and she didn’t cry when she didn’t see the coffin.

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During the day, the sun hangs high.

It’s time for vampires to rest from work and go home to sleep.

On the second floor of the library, the administrator’s room.

The windows were wide open, and the scorching sunlight poured in.

Fang Qingyan’s slender body stood straight, his hands naturally drooped, his eyes were closed, and his whole body was bathed in sunlight… He is meditating, cultivating the power of the Yang.

The skin has turned crimson gold, and the wisps of sun essence fire have separated from the sunlight, like thousands of spirit snakes, burrowing through the 48,000 pores of the body, and finally merging into the qi and blood.

Practice is like sailing against the tide and cannot be abolished in one day.

Every day at noon, at the third pole of the sun, when the sun is at its strongest, Fang Qingyan will insist on cultivating the power of the supreme sun for three hours.

No matter how strong the system is, it is only an auxiliary.

If you want to become a strong person, there is one thing that is indispensable, and that is “self-discipline”!

Especially after arriving at the Marquis, the progress of cultivation will be surprisingly slow, and even if you don’t feel that you are improving, many people will be extremely frustrated and lose patience, so that they will no longer cultivate and become salted fish.

Fang Qingyan is a very self-disciplined person who can endure loneliness.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, his eyes opened and closed, and the roaring crimson-gold flame in his eyes gradually extinguished.

The spiritual power sensed that someone was approaching the library.

He got out of impotence mode and returned to normalcy.

After letting go of his perception again and probing carefully, a beautiful silhouette of youth and liveliness appeared in his mind….

Fang Qingyan was slightly stunned, and then the corners of his mouth turned up and laughed.

“How can this house girl have time to come to the library? Just try to see if you can get the key. ”

“See you again, Elizabeth.”

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