Picking Up a General to Plow the Fields

Li Yunyue dragged Yang Wenhua to the tall willow tree in the dark night, and woke up people.

Yang Wenhua slowly opened his eyes. It seemed that his brain was still a little bit stunned. He was not used to the darkness in front of his eyes. He blinked his eyes and looked around. "Ah!" he screamed and looked up at Li Yunyue.

"You, what do you want to do!" Yang Wenhua was shocked and angry, and his voice trembled.

Where does he want to get Li Yunyue so bold? It’s not safe to stay in your own home, can he be afraid?

Li Yunyue’s glory is burning, and the night is cold and cold like a cold star. The cold road: “To make a bad breath.”

Yang Wenhua suddenly spoke, and Li Yunyue couldn’t speak.

He is the fiancé of the small county owner, it is not surprising to find himself to avenge himself! beg for mercy? This kind of thing, he can't do Yang Xiaoye, and even if he is willing to ask, will people be willing to spare?

This must report guy!

Yang Wenhua's tongue is knotted and stutters: "How do you want to vent?"

Li Yunyue said: "When you wait, you will know. Rest assured, you are doing evil, I will not take your life! You escaped at that time, the most should be thankful not her, but you, otherwise, I will take you Get it to the Otaru Museum and let you die."

"You!" Li Yunyue said calmly, but it contained a killing machine, and heard Yang Wenhua's heart tighten.

Li Yunyue’s words are beyond doubt. I think that Yang Wenhua can't help but scare a cold sweat.

Li Yunyue glanced at him and stopped talking. Instead, he picked up the rope next to the ground and tied Yang Wenhua.

Not waiting for Yang Wenhua to struggle, Li Yunyue said without hesitation: "I advise you not to struggle, or you will only eat more suffering."

Yang Wenhua was a stalemate, and sure enough, he did not dare to move. Li Yunyue, who was in a dull position, tied his own five flowers.

"You, what are you doing?" Yang Wenhua really can't figure out how he got himself here to tie up. He wants to vent his temper for the little county. Because he can't touch the bottom, the sense of ominance in his heart is getting stronger and stronger...

Li Yunyue ignored him and saw that he was tied tight enough to be strong. Then he picked up a small towel from the ground and smashed it into a ball. In the eyes of Yang Wenhua, his small eyes were stuffed into his mouth.

When Yang Wenhua reacted, he could not make a sound.

He is angry, anxious, and annoyed: hate! What kind of magic has this kid practiced? Just don't know how to resist!

Yang Wenhua rounded his eyes and stared at Li Yunyue.

Li Yunyue took the rope with one hand, and when he shook his wrist, he pulled him up and pulled it up. He jumped on the tall willow.

The blast that was brought up swept through, nose, eyes, cheeks, and the body rushed upwards, and the air was gone, and Yang Wenhua’s heart screamed upwards, then squatted, straight. I got him stunned and dizzy!

The face has long been snowy and there is no trace of color. A pair of eyes are big and round, full of panic, and heart screaming.

If he was not blocked at the moment, he had already screamed.

Li Yunyue stood on the top of a tree sill, standing behind the trunk, disdainfully glanced at Yang Wenhua, who was full of faintness, with his wrists raised, the rope in his hand at the end of the trunk, and Yang Wenhua being thrown out. He also kept up, and his speed was extremely fast. He tied the rope firmly to the trunk, Yang Wenhua? It was so suspended from the branches.

Yang Wenhua swayed in the air like a piece of wood, driving the soft branches to sway, and the feeling of ecstasy could not be said to be one in ten thousand.

He stunned and screamed in his throat, and then his eyelids turned over and fainted.

Li Yunyue spread his arms and jumped out of the tree like a big bird. He gently landed, looked up and glanced at the piece of wood that swayed in the air, leaving the Yang House silently.

The next day, Li Yunyue did not go to the garden to practice the sword, but dressed neatly sitting in the study room to read books.

When the little **** in the palace came to preach that the emperor and the queen had called, he seemed to be waiting for a long time, even if the clothes didn't have to be changed, he could get up.

Li Yunhuan, who just got up, bumped into it. He felt very strange. He made a big yawn and went to the road: "Big brother! The emperor and the empress are good at this time to call the brother to do something, it is too strange!" Li Yunhuan said.

Li Yunyue glanced at him and said: "More mouths." Then he will continue to move forward.

Li Yunhuan blinked and looked at his brother's back, scratching his head, full of confusion.

Out of the door, the small **** of the mission was only stepping forward, approaching Li Yunyue and whispering low: "Shi Ziye, Yang Jia old lady and the big lady went to the palace to find the emperor and cried. The empress of the empress made the slaves tell the world, everything has She, the son of the world does not have to be afraid."

Li Yunyue was warm in his heart, smiled and nodded to the little eunuch: "Well, my aunt has a heart!"

Into the palace, went straight to the Qing Palace. Not yet on the white marble jade, Li Yunyue fascinated and listened, and heard the crying of the old woman in the temple, picking an eyebrow and calmly entering.

In the partial hall, Guangyuan Emperor and Empress Lianfang Qingduan sat on the top, and Mrs. Yang sat in the first place in the left hand, and Mrs. Yang was standing behind her. The two mother-in-law wiped her eyes and rubbed her eyes.

Seeing that Li Yunyue came in, as if he had seen the enemy of life and death, the gaze was hating him in the past, and he could not make a big hole in him.

Lian Fangqing's pretty face was dark and dark, and he looked cold and cold.

A Xu's temperament, she is the aunt and the emperor are very clear, it is absolutely impossible to rectify Yang Wenhua for no reason. On the contrary, although Yang Wenhua is a young age, who is not known in the capital?

They are too protective for this short!

Li Yunyue did not look at the mother-in-law and looked at it. He went down to the Guangyuan Emperor and Lian Fangqing.

Seeing Ann’s words, he hasn’t said it yet, and Mrs. Yang’s wife screamed “Emperor!” The tremors supported the daughter-in-law’s hand and stood up and cried: “The emperor! You have to be the old woman! Li Shizi was mad, and he made such a means of writing to Wenhua! The poor Wenhua child was hung in the tree for a whole night! His body was bruised, his ankles were sprained by him, and his mouth was stuffed with cloth. I can't even cry out! The poor child puts it down today, and he has lost most of his soul. His face is white and cautious. Half of his life is gone! The heart is so hot! The emperor does not severely punish him, the old woman. Not alive!" said crying.

Mrs. Yang remembered her son's appearance, and her heart was sour, and she cried and cried.