General Television And Cinema: The Female Partner Has A Golden Thread

Ling Bu intellectually understood what Emperor Wen did, after all, the Yue family had killed many people in battle for Emperor Wen, and Xiao Yuehou was the only trace of bloodline now, and he was not directly involved in the affairs of that year.

But emotionally unacceptable, he rode his horse and ran round and round in the suburbs, drizzling in the sky until he soaked his clothes and slowly returned to Hefu.

At that time, it was already dark, and Huo Junhua had already fallen asleep, only He Zhaojun had deduced from the time what Ling Bu had done today.

Knowing that Emperor Wen was punishing Xiao Yue, she was worried that Ling Bu had not yet fallen asleep.

Hearing the movement outside the house, she put on her coat and saw Ling Busu, who was embarrassed.

He Zhaojun: "Wipe quickly, why don't you come back by car, it's still raining outside, what can I do if I catch a cold?" "

Cold fever is enough to kill people in this era.

Ling Bu undoubtedly took the cloth towel from the servant's hand and wiped the rain off his face.

Ling Bu doubted: "It's okay, Zhaojun doesn't have to worry."

He Zhaojun gave him a blank look, turned to the servant and instructed

, "Go and make a cup of thick ginger soup." He

Zhaojun: "Ling Zisheng don't want to come here if he is in good health, the kitchen has been boiling hot water, you go to take a hot bath first."

She pushed and shoved Ling Buji, but Ling Busu remained motionless like a pillar and stood in place.

He Zhaojun: "What's wrong Zi Sheng?" Ling

Bu was tall, taller than many people, and much taller than He Zhaojun, who was born a maid, and he looked down on He Zhaojun condescendingly.

Ling Bu doubted: "Is Zhaojun concerned about me?" The

night was like ink, the room was not bright, only the dim candle flame was faintly bright, and Ling Bu undoubtedly turned his back to the light, and He Zhaojun could not see his expression clearly.

He Zhaojun knew that he was hit today, after all, although he did not say anything, he had always had hope for Emperor Wen and regarded Emperor Wen as half a father.

But Emperor Wen's actions today undoubtedly broke his heart, and now he is at a time when his heart is fragile.

The little girl who cares about him in the original book has successfully married someone else because of He Zhaojun, and Ling Bu doubtfully cannot complain to Huo Junhua, who is in a bad state.

Can only digest by themselves, as soon as he thought of this, He Zhaojun pursed his lips and smiled

He Zhaojun: "Of course, we are friends~"

Ling Bu undoubtedly hugged He Zhaojun violently, absorbing the body temperature on her body, friend? As long as she stays by her side like this, friends can too....

He Zhaojun's figure froze, and she was about to push him away, but she felt wet on her neck, and she couldn't tell whether it was the rain that Ling Bu undoubtedly brought from outside or the tears that flowed.

She thought of the extinct Huo family full of doors, and couldn't help but think of the scene when her father and brother died, hesitated for a while, she wrapped her arms around Ling Buji, and said softly He

Zhaojun: "Zi Sheng, don't be afraid, I'm here, no matter what happens, you can tell me, I will always be on your side." They

had similar experiences, and she could understand the other party's hopelessness for revenge.

Feeling his hug, Ling Bu undoubtedly hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into her bones and blood.

He Zhaojun: "Zi Sheng, it will get cold if it goes on like this, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere, you first go to the bath and change into clean clothes, go to my house and say." It

was late autumn, and it was naturally cool at night, and He Zhaojun's house had plenty of charcoal, and she regarded Ling Busu as a family and friend from the bottom of her heart, and did not pay attention to how ambiguous it was for a woman to invite a man to her boudoir.

In her heart, Ling Bu doubted that she still loved Cheng Shaoshang at this time, and she only felt that Ling Bu Sui's actions were the product of emotional loss of control.

Ling Bu's ears and neck were red, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Ling Bu doubt: "Good"

When Ling Bu Su came, he saw He Zhaojun holding a bamboo simple, crooked next to the book, He Zhaojun

as the head of the He family, her bedroom is naturally large, with a delicate screen in the middle, Ling Bu undoubtedly can not peek into her bed,

so it is not rude.

He Zhaojun: "Zi Sheng, come and drink the ginger soup first, I also asked someone to cook a bowl of Jiaoer soup, you can use some later." Ling

Bu did not sit down opposite He Zhaojun, but sat next to He Zhaojun extremely naturally, and the distance between the two was no more than a punch.

He Zhaojun could even smell the water vapor on his body, and she twisted her body uncomfortably, but seeing the other party's calm expression, she felt that she was too fussy.

Ling Bu doubted: "What is Zhaojun looking at?" Ling

Bu undoubtedly thought a lot during the bath, the most was his own thoughts, and after that hug, he finally understood that he liked Zhaojun, which is why he had this scene now.

He Zhaojun: "Bingshu, I always feel that I still have too little experience and need to study more.

Ling Bu doubted: "But what don't you understand?"

He Zhaojun: "Here, I don't understand why I use this formation, obviously it's better to use another one."

Ling Bu undoubtedly approached closely, and the two were so close that each other's breaths seemed to be entangled.

Ling Bu doubted: "Is it here?" To

be honest, He Zhaojun had never been so close to a man other than her father and brother, and her face suddenly turned red, and under the orange candle fire, it was like a plump and juicy peach

that seemed to overflow with sweet juice with a light poke.

Ling Bu's eyes were deep, and he only felt that his mouth and tongue were dry, so he distanced himself, drank a glass of water, and explained slowly and methodically.

He Zhaojun breathed a slight sigh of relief and listened carefully to his explanation.

Jiaoer soup, invented by Zhang Zhongjing, Zhang Zhongjing is a person at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Xinghan is about the same period, but it must be the beginning of the Eastern Han Dynasty, here it should be

I'm a native dog, I love to write this kind of plot, Sihasia ~