The Flirtatious Scheme of the Vicious General’s Daughter

The sinking took over the letter.

When he heard the painting fan say this, his first reaction was which party was this power. He wanted to start by painting the fan.

In particular, the painting fan also added: "The main reason is that the delivery of the letter also said a lot of strange words, I feel that it is not like you will say, it is a little vigilant."

At that moment, there were countless guesses in his mind.

Is it a silver eagle that wants to resist?

Still the power?

Or are those people who have been secretly not sent?

So, what methods do they use separately?

Sinking like an eagle, you must penetrate the fingers that are generally pointed at the letterhead and the fan to contact the letterhead.

No abnormalities.

At this angle, the letterhead just faces him, the paper is smooth, and there are no traces of toxic powder.

The color is light and flat, with no traces of venom.

There is no abnormality in the fingers of the fan that pinches the letterhead.

The expression of the fan is not abnormal, and there is no trace of poisoning on the neck.

Painting the frontal angle of the fan as usual, not someone brought a skin-mask like her, it is indeed me.

So, is it chronic poison, or is the problem in the content of the letter?

Still thinking about the countermeasures, his eyes suddenly saw the look of Jiang Liangyu sitting opposite.

Although she was still sitting upright, she refused to look at him.

Just looking at it, he has a strange intuition.

It seems that her inexplicable spirit has collapsed.

A face is not as good as death.

Between the electric and the flint, there was a vague guess that flashed through his heart.

When I looked at the paper in the hand of the fan, a small picture suddenly appeared.

- Not long ago, he seemed to have seen a stack of pink letters on Jiang Liang's desk.

I put my hand out and took the letter from the fan.

......

At the moment when he opened the letter, Jiang Liangzhu had given up the ** to survive.

Some people seem to be alive, but they are already dead.

Sink slowly and spread the letter.

Jiang Liangxi silently moved the position and twisted his head to the corner of the carriage.

The letter looked at the word is not a lot, but the sinking has been watching for a long time, and the look is a bit strange.

The painting fan was a little uneasy, and he asked carefully: "Shen Gongzi... Is there any problem with this?"

Putting the letter up and pinching it in his hand, he smiled softly: "No problem, it is really what I wrote. It was a bit of a thing before, I want you to help, but now things have been solved, no need to bother you."

It’s embarrassing to draw a fan: “I’m blaming me, is it a matter of delaying the son?”

I smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's a small thing."

The painting fan is gone.

The thick curtain of the carriage was put down again.

In the big carriage, the silence was restored.

It’s too quiet, so it’s too clear to let it go.

Jiang Liangxi did not move.

Just like she is no longer in this carriage.

After sinking her face, she found that she was sitting in the same place, and she had closed her eyes in peace, like a feathered stilt.

Shen asked: "Do you have anything else to explain?"

His voice is so gentle.

Gentle to make the scalp numb.

Just like asking, do you want to eat something before you go on the road?

The feathering sorghum that has already been on the road is motionless.

After staring at her for a while, she nodded and said, "You don't recognize it. Let's listen first. What did you write for me?"

He opened the letter, staring at the first sentence, his eyes smashed, like he saw it.

After a while, he read it out.

"Draw a fan, see you at first sight, I will know who you are like."

"My woman."

He glanced at Jiang Liang.

The feathering sorghum does not move.

Shen Fang continued to read: "I never lost my way, but I have always wanted to ask you a way - I ask, what should be the way to your heart?"

She still looks like that, as if she has been in the sky for a long time.

Regardless of her, sneer, and picked a sentence: "Do you know what is more painful than your hand when you learn to play the zither and cut your hand? It is my heart, It hurts more than your hand."

"There is a sentence, I want to ask for a long time, why do you want to harm me, do you like me so much?"

"Do you know how different you are from stars and flowers? The stars are in the sky, the flowers are on the ground, you are in my heart."

......

Put a word and a sentence, read the end of the letter, the last sentence.

"I warn you, don't let me see you again, or I will see you once, like you once."

"It’s really disrespectful."

Two voices, put down the letter, and took two shots.

"I don't know, the original lady still has such literary talents. When I saw Li Hongru today, I didn't let you discuss poetry with him on the spot. Isn't the talent of Miss Tai buried too much?"

The dead cannot speak.

Shen said: "It is useless to kill you, open your eyes."

Seeing Jiang Liang does not move, he thinks of something, sneer: "Right, when I agree to teach your brother, you seem to have promised me a condition, saying that it is no longer a mess. I thought about it, Since you are now violating..."

Jiang Liangyu quickly opened his eyes: "I woke up."

Sinking and throwing the letter paper to her: "Explain and explain."

Jiang Liangxi decided to dying and struggling: "I don't know what you are talking about. I think this love letter is deep and sincere, the angle is novel, very good, and the starting point is also kind. Although I don't know who made it, but this kind person It should not be punished."

"Oh? Is that true?"

Before sinking into the body, I was close to Jiang Liangyu, and almost all of her nose was on her.

When Jiang Liangyu was so scared that he wanted to scream, his hand suddenly disappeared, his enlarged face disappeared, and he settled back.

He shook the scrolls in his hand.

That is the picture of the chicken glutinous rice that Jiang Liangzhu took to Li Hongru’s inscription today. On the way back, she has always cherished her hand.

The sinking took the scroll pulled out of her hand and flattened it on her knees. The slender fingers point to the first poem on the above question: "This is your own poem on the painting, you yourself. Handwriting."

He picked up the letter and placed it next to him: "This is a love letter written by the kind person."

His lips evoke a cruel arc: "Do you think that this handwriting looks exactly the same?"

Jiang Liangxi:...

Oh, is that the case?

Then I am dead again.

Putting it on her head, I slap a slap in the face: "Don't want to pretend to die, let's talk, what's the matter?"

Jiang Liang slowly moved to the place.

Thinking about it and thinking, her slow opening: "Do you want to listen to a story? A story based on real events."

Suddenly blinked.

Jiang Liangxi started with "I have a friend" and vividly told a beautiful love story.

The actor of the story was saved by a "friend". The "friends" were gentle and moving, and gradually found the other party's co-production with their own instigation.

"Friends" first moved.

However, the male protagonist was slow, and some of the disliked female actor was not noble enough. Not only did she not find her love, but she was even harsh on her.

But "friends" know that they love him, and they are still gentle.

Later, one day, when “go friends” went out to collect herbs, they accidentally fell to the cliff and died.

The male protagonist, despite the danger, braved the heavy rain and rushed down the cliff, but only had time to find the "friend" has a stiff and cold body.

The cold ice rain hit his face, and he held a "friend" and cried in the sky.

Jiang Liangxuan said: "At this time, he discovered that he had fallen in love with her. He regretted, he was suffering, he was annoyed. He hated why he was so slow, why didn't he find his mind early?"

"He finally knew that he loved her, but it was already late."

"He lost her forever."

"Love a person is not terrible. What is terrible is that when you find your love, you have never lost your love."

Jiang Liang’s tone, trembling and mourning.

The carriage was quiet.

Even the hair of Jiang Liang’s hair is entangled in lingering sorrow.

I did not speak for a long time.

Jiang Liangzhu will feel that he is too much for him.

It’s all useless, and now he’s not moving.

After all, there are still men with flesh and blood. Whose heart is not long?

Jiang Liangyu had a bit of apologizing to him.

A long, unspoken, slow-moving opening: "It's really beautiful, is it your friend?"

Jiang Liangyu nodded hard.

Not that she is blowing, her story is really good.

Full of emotional tension and appeal, people can't help but be immersed in it and move.

This is all, her story, the characters arranged is very particular.

She did not say that she saw a story, but she said it was her friend.

The key is how much this friend looks like a fan.

Low status, saved a handsome man.

And she, the death of this friend of hers, still lingers after many years.

Even seeing a pair of similar people who are sinking and painting fans, they can't bear to do it. They use all means to push them together, saving them from leaving regrets.

What does this mean?

This shows how deep friendship she has with that friend!

Is such a one going to harm the fan of the situation like her poor friend?

of course not!

Then, again, in this case, one day, what happened to the fan in accordance with the plot, can you still blame her on the head?

That must not be!

What do people live by?

wisdom.

Sinking and casually playing with the painting axis: "You have not seen the capital in the past three years. There is no cliff near the capital and the capital. I am curious. How do you have a cliff, a cliff, and a low status? friend's?"

Jiang Liangxi:...

Sorry.

She took back her apology.

This dog forced a man.

Shen Fang felt that she was glaring at her eyes, her eyes widened, and she was much more lovely than when she had a friend who was false and false.

Oops, the little mouth is mad.

Found the law.

It turned out that the more he did not respond, the more angry she was.

Oh, it’s a story that I’ve compiled myself. She’s actually serious about it.

Ah, my nose is wrinkled.

I felt that her eyes were sore when she squatted again, and she calmed her eyes and asked: "Do you want to say that you think I am the same as the man who fell in love with your friend, you automatically put me into this story, So you have to give me a match?"

Jiang Liangxi: "... can also say so."

Sinking and throwing the reel back into her arms, said: "Okay, I like who doesn't like anyone, I have a number, you are less mixed. Then next time, your brother will take it back and teach." ”

The carriage has stopped at the gate of Jiang's house.

There is nothing to say between Jiang Liangxi and him. He will get off the train with his drawing axis.

Shen Shen stopped her: "Wait a minute, give me the picture."

In the study room, Shen Zhuo was left with the ink and brush left before Jiang Liangzhu, and she painted a few strokes on her baby's glutinous rice figure, which caused her poems to become more and more lovely.

It’s like the sky is drifting over the clouds.

Also added a few waves on the creek of the creek.

Ginger Liang is very inflated and feels that it is just like this, which is to make the painting more complete.

Also, this may not be his strengths, can understand.

Shen did not miss the look of Jiang Liang’s face that he did not agree with. He smiled and dragged her a piece of paper, cut it into a narrow one, and turned his back to write a line on it. When the ink dried up, fold it up. Handed it to her, saying: "Look at the party tomorrow."

Jiang Liang picked up the past and wanted to open the peek. He was put down and gently tapped on the back of his hand with a brush.

"Tomorrow, be good, don't bully."

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