The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

The licorice outside the door was obviously awakened, and Jiman told her to watch the night tonight. But a man suddenly broke into the room of his master, she was scared, did not know whether to call people or not.

The warm breath sprinkled between her neck, and Timman just started to panic, smelling the familiar taste, but calm. Stretched his hand on the soft flesh of the man's waist and twisted it hard.

Ning Yuxuan snorted, a pair of peach eyes filled with anger: "What are you doing for me?"

Ji Man was so angry that he couldn't help but glance at him: "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here? This is the old lady's yard, doing these things, not afraid she interrupts your legs."

Mo Yuhou breathed a little hot, but still awake, lying next to her, coldly screaming: "Mother has always preferred you, will interrupt my leg because I am fond of you?"

Ji Manman: "I also scored the occasion, and I came over to eat the Buddha."

Mo Yuhou chuckled and his fingers swung over her belly intentionally or unintentionally: "What kind of Buddha is eating? If you have a bad stomach, can you give it to the Buddha in two days?"

Jiman felt his hands on his stomach, and there was some coldness behind him. He quickly took the quilt to separate him. He said: "Hou Ye thinks that the body is a bad water, and the water in the stomach cannot be Ok. Just tonight, Hou Ye is not in Xuesongyuan. Why did he come here?"

Ning Yuxuan steadily breathed a bit, and the tone suddenly turned cold: "This is not all you are pretending to be clever, do you think I am very good at playing? What dirty means are dare to use it for me, and I am very good to you recently." , mulberry."

What is it about her? Jiman was so awkward that she moved to the Buddhist temple today, and did nothing else?

"Hou, can you ask why, do you convict yourself?"

Ning Yuxuan’s mouth was a little bit stunned, and he said, “I’m bragging you smart, it doesn’t mean you can count it with me, rest, I just come over and tease you, but you want to refuse it. Welcome, it’s boring to play."

After saying it, I got up and left again.

The licorice outside the door only looked at the face of Mo Yuhou by lantern. He felt awkward at the same time and felt strange. How could Hou came here?

When he was so mixed, Jiman obviously couldn't sleep. He thought about his chin for a long time, and recruited the licorice to ask: "Where did Hou Ye used his dinner?"

"Master, Hou Ye used the dinner at the Cedar Court. After dinner, I went to the non-night club. When I saw you, I went back to the Cedar Court." Licorice is well-informed and immediately goes to Ning Yuxuan. Said it.

Cedar Court, not a late court, one is a thousand snow, one is gentle. Jiman didn't figure it out. Who used what method, called Mo Yuhou, who came to her in the middle of the night to sneer? She was really buried in the soil and shot in the air, and she was almost flying ice cream in June.

The nature of the middle of the night couldn't ask anything. Jiman lay back and didn't sleep very safely. The next day he went to the old lady's yard and told the story.

The old lady immediately sank her face and called Qian Qianxue and Wen Yu together, and did not let her up in the main courtyard.

"What happened yesterday? Can anyone tell me?" The old lady looked at the two men with a sharp eye. Even if he was still ill, the deterrent was not reduced.

Thousands of pity and snow are weak. After a while, I can't support it. I barely support myself. "Go back to the old lady. Last night, Houye planned to sleep in the Cedar Court. After spending dinner, I went out and went back. I will leave after a while, and I don’t know where I offended Hou Ye."

Her tone is extraordinarily sincere, and her appearance is also sympathetic. The old lady licked her lips and waved her hand to help her get up and sit next to her.

"What did Hou Ye go to the non-night club?" The old lady stared at Wen Yu.

Wen Yan was right, he bowed his head: "The slaves don't know, when Hou Ye came to the night court, the slaves didn't go out in the house."

"Who can testify?"

Wen Hao paused and shook his head: "At that time, the wick went out for dinner."

The implication is that she is the only one who is not in the evening.

The old lady snorted, and last night, it seems that few people know. What Xuan Er qi sang in the end, it has become an unsolved mystery. I can't go directly to the stranger, so this intimate thing is not the intervention of her mother.

This yard is really not very flat, the old lady swept a gentle look, this change is also very big, and it is almost catching up with the change of the original mulberry head. It’s a clever one, but it’s not as irritating as it used to be.

After thinking for a while, the old lady waved and let them all go down, pulling Qiu Mandao: "It’s hard to prevent the bullets from hiding. You just stay in this yard and don't want to go out."

"Good." Jiman nodded.

Wen Hao hangs his head out of the main courtyard and walks slowly toward the non-night pavilion.

The firewood was closed for a month, let her figure out a lot of things, and with the guidance of the people, she now finally understands how to fight, what to fight.

I used to be stupid in the past and thought that with the favor of Ning Yuxuan, I could not worry about anything. As a result, Nie Sangyi taught her what it means, and it is useless to be pampered, and she must use pets. She ate enough stone-like hoes to sleep, enough to sleep in the wood house that nightmare her, and also to see the white eyes and indifference of the next person. The things she lost, always have to grab it back a little.

This time, she will never be anxious again.

The female lord is the female lord. The function of the dying is very powerful. She has the chips that others do not have, and the opportunity to turn the disk is naturally much larger.

How does the emperor make her life a slave? She will tell these blind people to see what a slave can do.

Passing through the pond in the garden, Wen Hao stopped to look at it. The pool had raised a lot of fish. Today, somehow, many of them turned over.

After watching it for a while, she felt a little uncomfortable. Her throat suddenly tightened and she spit out a black blood.

Wen Yu was poisoned.

The news quickly spread to the ears of Ning Yuxuan, who was talking about the six things, and rushed back without saying anything.

Dr. Li was diagnosed with a pulse for Wen, and he handed his hand to Mo Yuhou. "This is a chronic poison. After poisoning, it will erode to the lungs in January. The girl has started the attack. If the toxin is not cleared within seven days, Life is hard to protect."

Ning Yuxuan’s face was ugly, and Wen’s person, who was responsible for delivering the food at Guanchai’s house, was called, and he was screaming in the non-night cabinet: “The slaves are all taken in the kitchen every time, everyone eats. There was no problem. Only once was the lady who sent the soup, and the slave didn’t dare to stop. It’s a day, just one month.”

Mo Yuhou sank his eyes.

I don’t think about Timman’s birthday, even under the wings of the old lady, she will always be dug out and lay the gun.

For example, now, the old lady is still sitting on her head. Ning Yuxuan has already had a look on her face, and some sullenly asked: "What do you add to the soup you sent to your nephew?"

Although the old lady gave Jiman chronic poison, she was clearly thrown into the fish pond, and where did she go to the warm soup? What's more, the black lacquered thing, Wen Hao must not drink, how can I blame her head?

Ji Mandao: "Hou Ye Mingjian, there is only tonic in the soup, Fang Zi should have stubs in Dr. Li, Hou Ye does not believe, you can go and see."

The old lady licked her lips: "Wen is just a gimmick, you are poisoned by her, run to ask your wife?"

In the impression of the old lady, this poison should be Xiaman, because she told me. Therefore, in the language, it is full of the meaning of Nieman.

Jiman wants to say that she is really innocent, really, the old lady doesn't have to be so guilty.

Mo Yuhou looked at the old lady for a long time, and the nephew was somewhat hoarse and said: "Mother does not like her, she has already been wronged, why are you still not letting her go?"

The old lady sneered: "I told her to let me go. The good son was fascinated by her. In turn, she asked her mother to come."

Mo Yuhou glanced at her deeply, got up and bowed to the old lady, and then went out without saying a word.

"Mixing things." The old lady was so angry that she patted the table: "How did I get born so unpromising!"

Jiman quickly calmed the old lady a few words, and the brow was also wrinkled and not released. It’s not her hand, but who is behind the “good heart”?

Mo Yuhou lived in a non-night club for a few days, but did not step into the main house, but lived in the side hall.

The precious herbs in the palace have been dug up. Ning Yuxuan is at all costs, but also detoxification.

Wen Yan was wearing his hair and lying in the arms of Mo Yu Hou, cleverly said: "It is worthwhile to die like this."

"What are you talking about." Ning Yuxuan whispered, holding her chin and looking at her face, but she couldn't help but reveal her distress: "I will detoxify for you, you will not die."

Wen Yan smiled very happy: "If you can use this last seven days, change your feelings for me, and die without regrets."

Ning Yuxuan was shocked.

When did he start, did not love her as much as she did at the beginning? This is an appointment to be a whitehead, not to let her suffer any grievances, but now she is replaced by a slave, and her life is on the eve.

The harder heart is also softer, Ning Yuxuan is tight and gentle, whispered: "Sorry."

Wen Yan smiled and said: "I am so scared to hear you these two words, you must not tell me. Even if you really love someone in the future, don't tell me, let me always think, 钰There is only one person in Xuan’s heart."

Ning Yuxuan breathed down and bowed her head to kiss her lips.

There must be only one person in his heart. How can there be other people?

There was a gorgeous peony flashing past, Ning Yuxuan closed his eyes, pinched the shoulders of the arms, and kissed the deep kiss.

After Jiman sat in the courtyard of the old lady for three days, he finally sighed: "There is only one person in the world who can save himself. The Buddha can't save people."

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