Pretty Her

Gu Yu was heavy, and the summer heat was spreading slowly along the water vapor. There was a flower garden behind the temple, soaked with rain, the flowers bloomed like a brocade.

The girl-in-law Ziyi changed her clothes, clutching her baggage tremblingly, taking a step forward and looking back and forth, for fear of being discovered.

The goose was slippery, she was inattentive, she slipped under her feet, and she would fall when she saw it.

Fortunately, someone took it in time.

The thin white hands are like onion and jade, soft and boneless, like a pair of golden jade bracelets on the hawk of frost and snow. When supporting her, the bracelets are held together, bright and sweet. Zi Yan looked up and saw a Qiongzi flower face, wearing a girl's dress, but still difficult to cover its graceful posture.

Zi Yan covered the surprise in her eyes and shouted respectfully: "Master Yun."

Yun Zheng held her forward, her voice soft and soft: "Is everything ready?"

Zi Yan passed the baggage over: "It's all here." She remembered something and said, "The outside has already been done, and the master need not worry."

Yun Yan bowed his head with a smile, "That's good, you work hard."

At that time they went deep into the flowers and passed through the flowerbed. There was a narrow door behind the wall of the pine and cypress trees. Going out of the small gate is the way down the mountain.

The more you go forward, the more scared Aster is.

What the Lord will do today, once exposed, will be a disaster for them.

She asked, "Master, you will come back, right?"

Yun Zheng took the veil in his hand, and the thin gauze covered Ufa, hanging down to his waist. She smiled like a crescent moon across the veil, mysterious and mysterious, "Of course I will come back."

Ziyu bit her lip and murmured, "That's good." She looked at the weak Liu Mei in front of her, but she failed to look away, and she developed a courage to go to the fire and fire: "Master, you can rest assured that there is here I."

Yun Zheng reached out and touched her face, her charming voice was very charming: "Good, you remember, I will not only come back, but I will also take you back to the palace."

Amaranth nodded stupidly.

At the end of the path, Yun Zheng motioned her to stay and walk away alone.

The gray-blue sky was sinking deep, connected to the temple's white old wall, and stepped out from under the arch of flowers and vines. Finally, there was a bit of blue, which was evergreen towering pine and cypress.

She moved Lian Ning step forward, and suddenly heard someone calling her behind, her voice was clear and hesitant, she didn't know what to call her, and finally omitted the title, "What are you going to do now?"

Yun Yan smiled lowly, without turning back, "Master Baidao, you are only now appearing, is it a little late?"

The white sword rose into the air and fell to her.

He wore a new robe, a blue-and-white brocade jewellery robe, and the long hair of the 10,000-year-old shawl was worn with a jade crown, which was her fashionable dress for a man in the world.

He pursed his thin lips and held a piece of bamboo slips in his hand, which truthfully said: "I went to make a new set of clothes, and when I got back, I was a little late."

Usually he would appear in the mission world with her for the first time, but this time not. He felt that she seemed to be fully versed in the business of SMT, even if he was not there.

He glanced at her, thinking, maybe he was still too optimistic, she might not be used to it without his initial company.

The white sword moved closer.

She saw his thoughts and said something sweeter than honey: "The new clothes look good and suit you well."

Satisfied, he exchanged: "You are well worth your new host."

She tilted her eyes, a faint smile appeared in her eyes, raised her hands to the sky, just high enough to touch his placket.

She said disapprovingly, "Master Baidao, it wasn't me who matched her, it was me who matched me. No woman in the world can match my original beauty. There is a national beauty in the air, but there is no fascinating soul bone. , No matter how good-looking a woman is, she can only be one of them. It's their blessing to get me to stay in their skins. "

She is getting more arrogant.

He no longer hated it. As if by default, everything she said was true.

The white knife fluttered calmly, and the sky-eye picture she should have gotten appeared in the air. Although he came a little late, he still had to go through the form.

Before waiting for him to speak, she took his official words one step at a time, half joking and half mocking, as if complaining that he was late: "My host, Yun Yun, is the youngest daughter of the Yun family. In the old case of marriage, Father Yun loved his young daughter and intended to let his younger daughter Yun Yan sit in the queen's seat, but Yun Rong, the eldest daughter of the Yun family, begged Yun Yun in private, saying that he had been infatuated with the emperor since childhood and asked Yun Yun to queen She gave up her place. "

She glanced at him, her lips narrowed slightly, and he immediately went down with interest, and said, "Yun Yun didn't want to be involved in the struggle in the deep palace, so he let the marriage out, and set up an ordinary relationship, just asking One person was white-headed and old. But he didn't want to. Father Yun died early, and Yun Yun could get married in the future. The queen Yun Rong ordered her to delay marrying for three years. Yun Rong was called into the palace, and he was forced to become a man in the palace. Yun Xun then realized that Yun Rong, who was half-sister, had always hated her and asked for the queen so that she could one day practice her . "

Yun Zheng gave up the queen's position. He originally wanted to live a quiet life. The days of the deep palace were difficult, and she became a concubine, but never had the opportunity to face Saint.

On the day she entered the palace, Yun Rongmin told her in her ear: "You are just like your mother, except you have nothing to do with your face. I will let you die lonely all my life, crying to the mirror until dawn."

The emperor even loved Yun Rong. Yun Rong became more frightened. She was irritable and took Yun Rong as a raft. Later, she often drove Yun Rong out of the palace and rushed Yun Rong to the temple for spiritual practice. Repeated this way, Yun Yan was overwhelmed over the years, and eventually could not sustain it. A glass of poisonous wine ended his life and died with hatred.

White Sword: "To fulfill the task, one wish of the host must be fulfilled."

She had known for a long time: "Take away Yun Rong's most valued queen and the emperor's favor."

White Sword: "Yes, you can reach the passing line by completing this."

The harem was controlled by Yun Rong, and he fought alone, unable to find a chance to break out of the siege. Others in the harem knew that she was an abomination of the queen and would not form an alliance with her. To complete the task, she must find another way.

When she came to this world, she happened to meet Yun Rong and lost her temper to rush her to the temple. She lived in the temple for a month and already had plans in her heart.

The harem of the former dynasty has always been inseparable. The Yun family is now the brother of Yun Rong's father and mother. Most of Yun Rong's credit is the credit of her brother.

That was Yun Rong's brother, not hers.

She must have her own patron.

In this world where the man is in charge of controlling politics, the only thing she can do is to conquer the man and let them use it for themselves.

A monk stood near the small door of the Buddhist temple.

After a while, Yun Ji gently called the monk's common name: "Wei Shen!"

The monk turned his back, a face of Bai Jun, with a cold expression, and sighed "Amitabha Buddha", saying: "The little monk has a virtual name, and there is no guard in the world to deepen this person. The donor must not call wrong."

She ran forward in small steps, clasped her hands together, fulfilled his wish, and shouted, "Little girl has met Master Ethereal."

Ethereal opened the small door, the iron locks were already embroidered, the door was covered with dust, and two wooden doors opened, and he stunned, glancing at her as she carefully lifted her skirt, for fear of being soiled by the mud on the threshold.

This downhill road is different from Kangzhuang Avenue on the other side, hidden and narrow. They walked on the slab road, and the lush grass and trees next to it were intertwined. She kept raising her skirt and raising her feet, and walked awkwardly so as not to stain her clothes.

The Ethereal hesitated for a moment, then bent over and said, "Come up."

She froze for a while, then happily lay on her side, "Wei Shen, you are still as good as before."

Ethereal's footsteps stagnated slightly, and his clear voice showed a bit of uncomfortableness: "The Dharma is boundless, the donor should not be surprised, and the monk's law ..."

Before he finished speaking, she murmured, "Yes, you're a virtual spirit, but I'm still used to calling you Weishen. You shaved your hair and wore a hundred jackets, and Weishen."

Ethereal no longer insists on correcting her title. Anyway, after finishing today, she will still call him Weishen as usual tomorrow.

He firmly carried her down the mountain, carrying her little hands down from his shoulders, stretching her palms, and brushing the tender leaves on the branches of the road. The wind leaked from between her fingers, and she leaned sideways against his back, saying softly, "Wei Shen, I'm a little scared."

He knew what she was going to do.

Xiao Ye, who was over 10,000 people by himself, came to the temple to pray for the old mother. He didn't bring a guard, his path was mysterious, and he took only a few domestic servants.

He himself read the scriptures for the wooden fish knocked by Xiao Yue, so he knew which way Xiao Xiao would pass when he went down.

He couldn't stop her, nor could she stop her.

She has her way.

Ethereal slowed down, and casually threw out the sentence: "I will hide in the dark and keep watching you."

She shivered forward, recycling her hands and holding his neck. "Have you ever seen Xiao Yan? What does he look like? Does he look good? Is he a good person?"

Xu Ling muffled: "As soon as you see him, you will know who Xiao is, and where he stands, the momentum is like a cloud. Such a person is destined not to be a good friend." He asked: "You Are you sure this method works? In case he is not fooled by you? "

Her voice was soft and glutinous. "No, he will definitely be fooled by me."

He no longer advised.

The person arranged under the mountain was ready, Yun Yun took the silver out, and the virtual spirit looked around. He was astonished at her sophistication, where she looked half-cowardly.

It was almost time, and when he saw it, he was about to act, and Ethereal retreated to the dark. She didn't look back at him again.

I was still talking and laughing with people a second ago, and the next second I heard the sound of a horseshoe and immediately changed my look.

The wind in the forest was loud, and the sound of falling leaves rolled up in the hula. The road was covered with rain, and the horses galloped, splashing mud.

Xiao Yan galloped on the horse, his legs were fastened, his shoulders were wide, his waist was narrow, and he took on the purple-gold boots with cross-shaped flowers.

In addition to the sound of wind and horseshoes in the forest, there was a woman's cry for help.

Xiao Yan frowned, under the big tree not far away, a few hooligans were sulking around a woman. The woman was panicked, full of anger, hysterical, fearing that others would not hear it: "Help! Help! what!"

Several servants behind him asked, "Master, do you want to come forward and manage?"

Xiao Yan didn't answer.

His horse was still swift and swift, and it didn't mean to slow down a bit.

Several domestic servants immediately understood.

The host doesn't want to be nosy.

The moment Xiao Xiao brushed his horse across his shoulders, across the cap, Yun Yan suddenly raised his head and saw his tough side face and indifferent expression, crunching into the bone like frost and snow.

She remembered what Xu Ling said to her, like an unfeeling and ruthless man like Xiao Yan, who would never waste time for others.

Xiao Xun looked at the tree underneath boringly.

The wind just lifted the weak woman's bonnet.

He glanced at her stunning face. The woman was full of tears, Yan Hong's little mouth was biting and bleeding, and she was tender and pitiful.

Xiao Fang waited for a few seconds, and continued with a cold face.

A long while.

The figure disappeared completely, and even the hired landlord worried about her: "What can I do now?"

She was not in a hurry. She dyed her fingers and gently pressed her cheeks, pouting, "He will come back."

The voice just fell.

The sound of horseshoes went back.