Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

In the following month, Qingchiju secretly visited many ulcer doctors. These elderly doctors were blindfolded, and they were carried into Yingge's yard one by one, and then they were carried out again. The canal water flowing out of the courtyard was stained with medicinal soup. The brown dregs last more than a day. The whole Qingchi lives in the gurgling water as silent as death. In a month of dead silence, the old sword wounds on Brother Ying's body were miraculously removed, which shows that Zheng Guo's plastic surgery technique is still very good.

It may be that Rong Xun wants Ying Ge to become a golden bird from the inside out. It's impossible to become a golden bird in the bone. At least the body must be like the body of a golden bird, that is to say, there must be no half scars. Even if there is, it cannot be cut by a long sword. It should have been accidentally cut out by a fruit knife. This is like a good woman with an innocent net worth and Rong Yuan's love at first sight.

Rong Yuan ruled that he was in peace, and it was difficult for major events to happen. Ying Ge's entry into the palace became the biggest event of Zheng's this year. The historians are very happy, you think, if Ying Ge does not enter the palace. They don't know what Zheng Shi should write this year.

Being able to lead Mu Yan through Jiemengliang into Yingge's dreamland, because Yuzhu makes us understand each other to some extent. But even so, I couldn't guess what Ying Ge, who was sitting in the Zhaoning West Hall, was thinking on the night he entered the palace.

It is clear that October is cool in autumn, and she still holds the bamboo fracture fan that she only uses in summer, and her natural cold brows are narrow and docile, and she can't see that she was once a killer. When she took the fan and knocked on the head of the little snow leopard at her feet, trying to keep it away from herself. We figured out the specific purpose of this folding fan. It was just too late to explore further, Rong Yuan had already appeared at the door of the sleeping hall.

In fact, from the standpoint of Mu Yan and I, it is really difficult to find Rong Yuan's whereabouts in the first place. I just felt a force of rushing toward him. When I raised my head, I saw Zheng Houqi's long figure close at hand, covering the front half of the hall. Round the moon.

This shows that Rong Yuan is destined to be the fate of the king of a country. A person's aura is so powerful that he can't hide it at all, then he can't be anything other than a monarch in his life. Brother Ying clings to the fan and slaps Snow Leopard's hand for a while, changing to a gentle stroke. For her, these furry things are only accessible and inaccessible, but at this time they are under Rong Yuan’s nose. In Rong Yuan’s eyes, she is the golden finches who saved the little snow leopard, even if the golden finches are against an ant on the ground. All kind and gentle. Although she is not a golden finch, she hates these furry so-called pets, but no one in the world cares, she is not a golden finch, only she knows.

Because of backlighting, even though they are only a few feet apart, I can’t see the expression on Rongyuan’s face. I can only see the moon-white dark clothes spilling a little bit of starlight, like a tree of silvery white vines. Every step of the line is swayed in the candlelight around the body. Circles with fine ripples.

Ying Geqiang hugged the sorrowful and struggling little snow leopard sitting on the edge of the bed, slightly lowered his head, seemingly shy, maybe he intended to be shy, but he forced the pretence for a long time, and his expression did not faint. Come to talk about being shy. But the beautiful face under Liuyun's temple became paler. Rong Yuan stood in front of her, his eyes as dark as a deep pool swept across the little snow leopard who was struggling in her arms, and then swept her head down: "Where is the maidservant in the house?"

The Snow Leopard finally broke away and jumped from her knees. She was stunned: "The crowd was so dazzling that I was dizzy, so let them rest first."

He responded indifferently and waved his hand over the bed curtains rolled up in front of the screen. The candlelight from the lampstand embroidered two figures very close together on the bright yellow curtain. His voice sounded deep above her head: " Then tonight, it's up to you to undress the lonely." The palace lantern is hazy. Ying Ge's slender fingers slowly grasped Rong Yuan's Shenyi belt, and the jade whispered. He suddenly shook her hand, and she looked up at him in surprise, and his lips brushed her cheek. The curtain reflects the overlapping figures on the bed, Rong Yuan's deep clothes are still properly worn, Ying Ge's long purple satin robe slips off his shoulders first, revealing a nice collarbone and large white skin.

Obviously, they kissed hard, but the eyes of the two of them were wide open, indicating that everyone is sober. Moreover, the two people who are so close to each other can sit back and relax, which is really fatal to each other. When the midfield was separated, Ying Ge gasped slightly, his pale lips seemed to be coated with rouge, showing a dense crimson, and the corners of his eyes were soaked. Rong Yuan's hand brushed the side of her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Cry?" She looked at him and said nothing. He put his slender half arm on the porcelain pillow, frowning slightly: "Afraid?" Before she could answer, he turned over and lay on his back, resting on another porcelain pillow, "Go to sleep if you are afraid."

I secretly sighed in disappointment. Before I finished sighing, I saw Brother Ying, who was half untied, suddenly turned over and sat on Rongyuan's waist: "Your Majesty, let me come by myself, I am not afraid."

The corners of the eyes are rosy, the lips are tight, and the look is firm... It doesn't look like a joke...

Although Brother Ying followed Rong Yuan's words and admitted that she was really afraid, but I know that she didn't cry because she was afraid. A person can ignore life and death, and can also ignore virginity, not to mention that Rongyuan is still a handsome guy.

The sometimes incomprehensible mind made me understand that she just suddenly thought of Rong Xun and felt sad. But what makes her sad is not that Rong Xun empathizes in love with Jinque, it is that he knows what will happen tonight and what will happen countless nights in the future, he still sent her to Rongyuan’s palace, and this is what she cried. .

Rong Yuan's dark eyes were not bottoming, and he looked at her quietly. She buried her head in his shoulders, and her hair slipped down against her back, like a black waterfall flying down the cliff. For a long time, she laughed: "There will always be a day like this with your Majesty. That night is not as early as the day before, Your Majesty Say yes?" After that, he raised his head decisively and took away Rongyuan's deep clothes without a trace of wrinkles. His hands with long and short knives trembled slightly, but they never stopped.

His expression was hidden in the shadow of her leaning down, for a long while, he said: "Will you?"

According to my original intention, I actually want to keep watching. To practice Huaxu Yin to be successful, one must not be afraid of many things, such as blood, violence, eroticism, and **** and violent eroticism.

You know that details determine success or failure. Many of the details of using Huaxu to quote others to realize their dreams are hidden in these scenes. You must have a pair of insights to distinguish them carefully. If unfortunately there is no insight like me, you must distinguish more carefully. But this time with Mu Yan next to him, he must feel that this is out of order, calmly kissed Ying Ge on the cheek, I was waiting for him to pull me out of Zhaoning Hall.

I even thought about the lines to deal with him by then. He said: "You little girl, how can you peek at other people's boudoir pleasures and go out with me." I said: "The benevolent sees benevolence, the wise sees wisdom, they bridal chamber tonight. What you see is the boudoir pleasure? Sorry, What I saw was completely different from you. What I saw trapped Ying Ge and caused her to fall into a coma and unable to wake up. He saw thousands of knots in her heart." He must be ashamed and asked me : "What is it that trapped her?" I said, "Oh, for the time being, I don't understand it comprehensively enough. Let me finish reading this paragraph."

The moment Ying Ge leaned over and hugged Rong Yuan's neck, Mu Yan finally spoke, but the lines she said were completely different from what I had imagined. He slowly shook the fan and asked me casually: "Does it look good?"

I'm really embarrassed to say it looks good, it's a long time. Said: "No, it doesn't look good."

He continued to shake the fan: "Since it doesn't look good. Should we continue to watch it?"

I said: "Still reluctantly..."

He said, "Oh? What did you say? You think this is pretty..."

I said, "No, don't read it, this is absolutely ugly, it's not suitable for a little girl like me at all."

He nodded: "Then let's go out first."

He moved towards the gate of Zhaoning Hall, walked two or three steps, turned his head to look at me with a smile but a smile: "Why haven't you followed?"

I glanced at the bright yellow curtain in front of the bed and trot two steps with hatred to follow him: "Well...coming."

Jinghou Rongyuan first met Brother Ying this year. He was twenty-five years old. The harem had eight people like his wife. One died of illness a year ago, and seven were left. Brother Ying got married, just to fill the vacancy of the two mahjong tables. The harem was full of joy and laughter, returning to harmony... The above is all nonsense. Ying Ge does not play mahjong, nor does Rong Yuan's seven little wives.

It is conceivable that if Jun Wei married eight wives at the age of twenty-five, we would all think that he is a scumbag, but Rong Yuan has eight wives at the age of twenty-five, and everyone in the world feels that Zheng Guo’s monarch is really clean. Purity. It can be seen that people in the world have very low requirements for the monarch.

But then again, even if there are only eight beauties in the harem, the competition is still fierce. Everyone is very busy. Every day, they are busy dressing, touching up, dressing up, touching up again, and taking care of the whole body, even sleeping. . Everyone wanted to wait for the monarch's luck with his best appearance. Even if Rong Yuan ran around in the middle of the night, he had to show off in front of him, even if he ran when they were in the bathroom.

Over time, they became Zheng Guo's fastest women in makeup and toileting.

This situation lasted forever and continued until Mrs. Qinliu, who gave birth to Xi and the princess, died of illness.

auzw.com Mrs. Qinliu died of illness, leaving behind the five-year-old Princess Xi and Rong Tan, who was the only child of Rongyuan.

On the one hand, it is the indifferent, pure-hearted king of a country, and the companion of the king is like a tiger, not to mention, it has never been unpredictable is the nine-fold king’s heart; on the other hand, the young princess who has lost her mother and is not threatening, just get Her custody rights can be enjoyed forever in Dazheng's harem; in the face of this situation, those with a little judgment will choose the latter.

This caused the remaining seven ladies in the harem to save the country, abandon their previous way of life, and collectively participate in the struggle for custody of the little princess. But this is destined to accomplish nothing. Sometimes, fighting is not fighting, and not fighting is fighting. As a result of the heated fight in the harem, Rong Yuan directly sent Xi and the princess to Ying Ge, who had just entered the Zhaoning West Hall.

The little princess hugged an injured little rabbit and stood worriedly in front of Ying Ge: "The father said, Madam, you will wrap the little rabbit with wounds. Here, here, and here, the little rabbit was beaten one, two, three by the bad minion, ah , There are three wounds, madam, please give the little rabbit a bag."

The two old cherry trees in front of the Zhaoning Hall had fallen out of their leaves. She raised her head to face the gaze of Shang Xi and Rong Yuan behind her. He stood tall and stood under the thin cherry tree, his eyes as black as ancient pools were calm and waveless. Unfathomable.

It’s more painful to be a stepmother before you become a mother. It’s like thinking that you’re marrying a young and beautiful girl, but the red hijab turns out to be a young and beautiful girl as his mother. This disillusionment is not ordinary. Bearable.

Fortunately, Brother Ying is different from most aristocratic ladies who don't know much about reality, and they don't have any unbelievable romantic fantasy about married life. Since stepping into Rongyuan's harem, she has been waiting for an opportunity to let her escape smoothly.

In the first half of her life, she was a killer, living for Rong Xun, but Rong Xun abandoned her in the deserted Dazheng Palace, cleanly and without hesitation. She only knew that she had lived for so many years, but in fact it was just a tool. The tool only needs to fulfill its mission. You ask the owner to be responsible for your life. Obviously this is not the attitude that a tool should have. A good tool should not ask for anything in return. In order to achieve the master's wish, before he died, he had to think about turning into spring mud and protecting flowers after death. At this time, Ying Ge thought that she had been enough as a tool, and she fell into this huge prison. If no one comes to save her, she will save herself. No one treats her well, she herself must treat herself well.

She made this seemingly good decision in the warm sun of the western Zhaoning ruined winter: once she left Sifang City, she went to find a small village with beautiful mountains and rivers, bought two acres of thin land, and also learned some ordinary women’s skills of weaving. , So you can feed yourself without killing people.

The time came soon.

On the twelfth day of the winter month, Xihe’s biological mother, Mrs. Qinliu, celebrated the anniversary. Yingge led Xihe to Lingshan to worship, and Rongyuan sent his immediate guard to follow him. The convoy went halfway up the mountain and encountered a bunch of strongman stabbings from nowhere. Despite the tight protection of the guards, it was dense and sparse, and the terrain was really dangerous. Brother Ying hugged Xi and both fell into the cliff of Lingshan. .

In fact, according to Ying Ge’s original intention, he did not want to bring Xi and this oil bottle, but there was no way, everything happened too fast, before she saw the right time, she accidentally fell off the cliff, Xihe was already shivering. Holding the little rabbit tremblingly, she fell down first. If she didn't save her, the five-year-old princess would be dead. After being her stepmother for two months, she couldn't bear it.

He fell sharply all the way, holding a half-year-old child in his arms, no matter how good his skills were, it was not easy to use a knife to slow the fall. But fortunately, although it was a high cliff, it was not too high. During the fall, he wrapped his belt around the branches and slowly, and only broke his right leg bone when he touched the ground. The little princess lay steadily on her body, still holding the little white rabbit rescued two months ago tightly in her arms. There was no injury on her body, but she fainted.

In such a situation, you should generally stay where you are waiting to be rescued. However, if Brother Ying wants to take the opportunity to escape, he cannot stay longer, but he cannot take Xihe away. If she is alone, her whereabouts are at best unknown. Shang Xihe, who kidnapped the princess and escaped in fear of crime, is bound to be pursued by thousands of miles.

The twilight in the mountains was getting thicker, she stood up, dragged Xihe to a nearby cave, raised a bonfire, and skewered the slumped rabbit in her arms to a simple dish, and skewered it on a tree fork. After it was done, the bones were carefully removed, and all the rabbit skin and rabbit bones were destroyed. Only a bunch of dry rabbit meat was wrapped and placed beside the unconscious Xihe.

In the winter, deep mountains, faint crows and dead trees, most of the living creatures have hibernated, not to mention that she is currently a lame, even if her limbs are healthy, it is difficult to find food under such barren conditions. Fortunately, Xi and Falling Cliff also brought a rabbit, so that even if she leaves, Rong Yuan's guards couldn't arrive for a while, and the little princess wouldn't be starved to death or killed by any living thing that hadn't hibernated. In short, her personal safety was guaranteed.

When leaving the cave with his injured leg, Ying Ge, who hadn't smiled sincerely for a long time, held on to his freshly cut cane, and a light smile appeared in his eyes.

But he didn't take two steps, his eyes froze suddenly with a smile.

In front of a cold pool surrounded by mist, it seemed to fall from the sky, and the white brocade flashed, and suddenly the figure of Rong Yuan who was supposed to be reviewing official documents in the palace appeared. A few tired birds hummed and returned to their nests to roost. The mountain and moon broke through the clouds, revealing half of their faces, and there was nowhere to hide. She clenched her cane tightly, her eyes darkened, and waited motionless for him to come in a hurry. The soft boots stepped on the broken leaves and dead branches, he stopped in front of her two steps, the front of the cuffs was covered with grass-colored mud, and looked somewhat depressed, but there was no discomfort in the handsome face, and a pair of deep pool-like eyes swept her. With the tree stick in her hand, she swept her right leg: "How did you make it like this?"

She raised her head to look at him, but her gaze was towards the lake in the distance: "Xi He is fine, but she is frightened and still asleep. I'll come out..." She paused, "Fetch her some water."

He looked at her without speaking.

She was stunned, and smiled reluctantly: "The legs...nothing..."

His dark eyes instantly showed an angry look, and a restraint pressed her against the cliff on the left. The broken leg moved violently without warning. You can imagine the extent of the pain, but after all, Brother Ying is Brother Ying, and even the shoulder blades are nailed through. Hum, this situation is just a reflex frown.

He trapped her between his arms, "Pain?"

She bit her lip without answering, but a faint breath escaped between her teeth. The look in his eyes darkened, and his free hand took off the hosta on his head and blocked her mouth. As the blue silk slipped down, he had bent over and held her leg: "Call out the pain."

There was a click of the bone, and a big drop of cold sweat came out on her forehead, and the pain of bones was like scraping a bone with a steel knife, but she did not hum. The anger in his eyes was deeper, almost touching her, but carefully avoiding her right leg that had just been connected: "Who taught you to do this, not to say a word when the leg is broken, and to endure it in pain?"

She stared at him blankly.

He frowned and let her look, but his fingers touched the corners of her eyes. His expression gradually eased. She was the expressionless Rongyuan before. She blinked, and a layer of mist appeared in her eyes, and she quickly raised her head.

He squeezed her head so that she could not move, and he looked straight at her misty eyes, watched tears slip from the corners of her eyes, pressed her forehead against her, and whispered in her ear: " Jin Que, cry out."

This kind of crying is out of control. It started with a low sobbing, and it was an instant crying. It is estimated that Brother Ying doesn't know why he is crying, but this at least makes us understand that there is no woman in the world. Who is born not to cry.

He hugged her tightly, and under the barren moon on the edge of the cold lake, his voice was deep: "Well, I am here."

Brother Ying cried so hard, I think half of the reason was that he finally found a chance to escape, but was destroyed by Rong Yuan and needed to vent. When I told Mu Yan this idea, he commented on it as follows: "Afu, You are a real girl."

After all, I'm just a business man. Although I still feel more sentimental, when my mind is not at the same pace, I basically don't understand what Yingge is thinking. This is the most defensive girl I have ever seen.

Because it was the dreams she created in her drowsiness, which was not made by me, she could only watch these things happen one after another like watching a comic strip, without any turning back. It's hard to say that Rong Yuan and Ying Ge's relationship has made any substantial progress after the fall. This is really difficult to judge. It seems that the progress of the two of them should be progressed early. It's just that after Brother Nightingale was carried back to Official Zheng, the place where he stayed was not Zhaoning West Hall, but Rongyuan's bedroom Qingliang Hall.

The name of Zheng Hou's sleeping hall is cool, and the furnishings in the hall are also cool and simple. Only two bunches of dried white cherry flowers in a glass bottle next to the lampstand show a touch of emptiness and silence in the deep winter. The wound on Brother Ying's leg was carefully bandaged by the doctor in the palace, but it was basically no problem, but after too long toss, before entering, he went into the bed with a tired face. The maid straightened the wick, and Rongyuan was sleepy, holding a book and leaning against the bed. There was nothing to say.

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