The Flirtatious Scheme of the Vicious General’s Daughter

A few days later, Jiang Liang’s words were a little more.

Chun Xin and Lu Yi were suspicious of this sudden increase, and asked for a long time.

After all, she has not gone out these days, so many words come from.

Jiang Liangxi had a good time: "This is what I found for Yunting. He is locked in the yard every day. It is boring. I am not the other. I will read it for him first. Check if there is any injustice." Something to pick out, so as not to harm him."

Chun Xin and Green were reluctant to be persuaded by her, and they no longer asked more, just to prevent her from staying up late to watch the day.

Her eyes were black and green, and she was so worried that she was sick and she thought that she was sick. She was also called a doctor. She was told by the doctor that she was only working and going, and she was hurt.

Jiang Liangyu nodded and said that the spring heart was right. After they went out, they quietly touched the words under the pillow.

In her room, there was always a faint candlelight in the night. It used to be used for lighting at night, and now it has new uses.

When the night watch is asleep, she can continue to watch.

She also doesn't want to stay up all night, but there is no way to put it out.

She was so sleepy during the day and night, but those words were too irritating. When she thought about letting go and not seeing it, she threw a hook and hung her.

She thought about going back to sleep again, but I looked back and had another one.

I have read one and have one.

The children and grandchildren are endless.

Jiang Liang smashed a book under the pillow and looked at the dark circles in the bronze mirror, and his heart made another determination.

Just look at this time today!

Stayed up late for the last time!

I will not stay up late tomorrow, change myself and re-do people.

Jiang Liang's guilty conscience is good, and the words are hidden. She also sees the stack of letters in the middle of several words.

Yes, she took all the letters she had sent to her and collected them well.

There is a hidden sweetness in my heart, like something stolen from me, I can only look around and no one, and I will relive it alone.

In fact, take a closer look, Shen did not say anything, these sweet, should be because of her own pink bubble filter blessing, so he is over-interpreted by every word, imagine what is only a secret between them Come.

I feel that I am so shameless and unable to control.

If you let Shen know, I thought of him so much, I am afraid that my brothers and friends have not done it?

She turned back and tried to find a way to scatter a fog in front of him and cover up her own thoughts that should not have been.

As for now...

She secretly thought about it, did not know how to put it, should it be irrelevant?

When Jiang Liangyu was ready to put the letterhead back, he suddenly glanced at the top one.

Under his paintings, he wrote the date.

She looked at that date and always felt a little familiar.

When she was about to give up, she suddenly remembered.

At this time, only a few days have passed since the time when the fan was killed.

Jiang Liangyu stayed in place and was awake.

At night, Jiang Liang turned to the opposite side, and the words under the pillow did not open, but did not fall asleep.

On the second day, Jiang Liangqi went to the mother to ask for an appointment in the morning. When he came back, he passed through the courtyard of Jiang Yunting and routinely knocked on the wall.

Jiang Yunting is probably also tired of fighting with the masters who are besieging him. Before he heard Jiang Liangyu shouting outside, feeling her freedom and happiness, she must be thundering.

Today, Jiang Liangyu knocked for a long time, but Jiang Yunting was very stable and quiet like a chicken.

It seems that I realized that my jumped feet brought happiness to my sister and decided to switch to silent therapy.

Jiang Liangxi had a heart, and he had no intention of teasing him out. He walked away silently.

She returned to her room and thought for a long time and made a decision.

She decided to go to the painting fan and talk to her.

When it was put down that day, although it gave her a big impact, she also gave her a little courage.

She can feel that he wants to change something that is determined.

Even if he is not sure what he wants to change.

She will either try it or try it.

What if?

She always felt that she was blind to painting, but what if the painting fan did not mean men and women?

When she found the inn, the painting fan was just right.

When I saw her, the fan was restrained and respectful. After asking the tea, I asked the **** to wait for it.

Jiang Liangzhu quickly pressed her: "You don't want to be busy, I just came to talk to you."

The fan only dared to sit on the front of the chair, sitting opposite her in uneasiness.

Seeing this is not like being able to talk about it. The fan is now treating her with the attitude of treating the benefactor.

Ginger cool coughed and cried, just open the door: "Draw a fan, do you have someone you like now?"

The fan is so shy and shy, I am embarrassed to see her.

Jiang Liang’s heart snorted and he calmed down and asked: “Who is this?”

After all, she did not stabilize, and added another sentence: "Is it a sink?"

The original fan shy with a look of sorrow stopped, and looked at her with amazement: "Shen Gongzi?"

Her eyes are all question marks: "How do you think so, Shen Jinzi is cold and strong, so difficult to approach, which girl can approach him?"

It doesn't matter.

I am afraid that it is still true.

Jiang Liangyu noticed the signal conveyed in the fanatic speech and he jumped up.

The fan likes it, it is indeed the gentle man who Jiang Gangyan happened to have seen in the same day, and went to the theater with the fan.

I learned that I had been seen by Jiang Liang, and the fan was red.

However, at that stage, I did not go to the extent that Jiang Liangyu thought it was green.

The son of the son is the eldest son of a second-class clerk. He never appeared in a place like a brothel. It was an accident and was taken by a friend.

In the girls who are friends, there is just a fan.

On that day, the fan of painting felt that this son seemed to her to be different from others.

Sure enough, the son himself came back several times. When he came, he only looked for her. If she was not there, he would leave.

Later, she was invited to go to the theatre together.

The fan has the sensitivity that a normal girl will have. The son has a feeling for her, she has a feeling.

However, she did not dare to be tempted.

After all, the identity of two people is too big.

The fan has always warned himself that he is always a guest, such as a little water, a little bit scattered.

However, for a long time, the thick psychological defense line will also be removed by a piece of brick.

He was always gentle and considerate, and when she smiled at her, she felt that the flowers were all open.

The wall in the heart of the fan was finally opened into a wall of flowers.

Until one day, the son asked her by the words, and when he was willing to follow him, the fan could not be completely stretched, and Songkou nodded.

Jiang Liangzhu held his chin and asked inexplicably: "Since he likes you, why do you still leave you in the place of Hunchun House?"

The long lashes of the painting fan hang down: "His family does not agree that he is with a brothel woman. He is arguing with his family. It is not convenient to pick me up now."

"I thought I had to wait for three or two years, but I didn't expect that Miss Jiang was generous and kind, and saved me from it first." She pouted, smiled very happily, and was very embarrassed," he said. Miss Jiang’s love was taken, and he was paid for the redemption for me. When he could get out of the house, he would come to Jiang’s house.”

Hey, what about money and money?

Jiang Liang said: "When he came, let the concierge directly report it. I have been in the government recently. If I am not there, let him find my brother Jiang Yunting."

The fan is laughing at the lips, and it should be.

Knowing that the painting fan has a marriage, Jiang Liangyu has a lot of ease in his heart and has a mood.

She looked around the room with the fan and asked, "How can you not show your cream?"

The inn is no more than the home, there is no place to design anything, and everything is outside.

Painting the fan's way: "When I came out from Hunchun House, except for a little clothes, everything else was buckled by my mother. I haven't had time to add it."

Jiang Liang sees her face is also plain, and my heart understands.

This is what it means.

It is estimated that the aunt took the money and blew her out directly, and did not let her take anything.

Jiang Liang said with enthusiasm: "You will wait, I have a lot of things there, and give you some."

She is a big man, and she will find that she doesn't like to let go. The mood is even more open. I want people to share their joy with themselves, but they are also welcome to bring a painting fan back to Jiang House.

She waited for the fan to look outside and went inside to find something.

No one in the inner room, she was looking for something to send a fan, and she wanted to turn the circle.

I don’t like to draw a fan when I put it in. I didn’t have a fan of the original painting.

It’s good, they don’t have any emotional entanglements.

This main line seems to be really being demolished.

She was worried when she said it on the same day.

Afraid that the main line was demolished, the whole story collapsed.

But is there still a word, is it not broken?

Maybe it is another result?

Maybe, will you go in the right direction?

Perhaps, the death plot of the original fan will disappear, and the death node of Jiang Liangyu will not exist.

Those who have been created by the words have had life, have consciousness, and are rewriting their own destiny.

Jiang Liangxi wants to jump up and shout a few times, and forcibly restrained it.

When people are happy, sending things is also very generous.

She put the rouge powder she hadn't taken apart, a stack of silk satin, found out a bunch, took a bag and stuffed it in.

When I left, I thought about it and took out a box. I pulled it a few times and saw some incense and sachet inside. It seemed to be won by the little chicken glutinous rice figure last time. She couldn’t use it either. Come out a box and draw a fan.

After the painting fan was embarrassed, thank you again and again, carrying the bag and left.

Ginger cool and happy, went to the mother to sit with her mother for a while, sprinkled with her, and stayed in the yard for a long time.

When she came back, she didn't do anything. She turned around and saw the model she took back from the sink.

The model was only half cut and stopped.

After knowing that her identity was unusual, she once went to see and played, and saw that she was sinking into the study of the model, and she told her about her intentions.

This model is done by Duan Rong, and Duan Rong may be the only descendant of the already extinct Rong.

The Rong government is the best in the world, but although the organs are ever-changing, there is a unified system.

I want to use this model as a template, find the core of that system, and open the things left to him after the mother.

Shen is also very good at organs, but in the final step, it is not allowed.

For centuries, the family of the institution, even if it is done and left to be studied, no one can crack it.

Jiang Liangxi has also studied the model many times, and it is the same. It has not been allowed to enter the core periphery. It has not been studied for a long time.

Today she is in a good mood, looking at everything happy, dragging the model, and squinting her head.

Suddenly, she stared at a place on the gray wall and moved her gaze to several other places in the model.

Different colors, different shapes, different sizes, no similarities, usually did not notice anything, but at this moment, Jiang Liangxi suddenly felt that if these things that would not be connected at all were turned into points, they would be interwoven in the air. A weird pattern.

She has an intuition, this pattern, maybe the problem.

And this pattern, there must be a solution.

Many different lines began to cross and separate in her mind, a kind of solution gradually formed, and then traveled to different places to get stuck, broken and disappeared.

The new solution is re-formed, disappears again, overlaps constantly, and is constantly erased because of such errors.

Until the end, a solution appeared clearly and vividly in the mind.

The pattern, connected to a point, seems unbelievable, but it is meticulous and meticulous.

Jiang Liangxi immediately started, using the line to simulate the connection in the brain on the model.

Then follow it and, in an incredible angle, draw a slender black line from her hair in the model.

She held her breath and embedded the black line in the gray ground according to the pattern in the solution.

Hey.

The model is open.

Jiang Liangyu almost jumped up.

Today is definitely a ecliptic auspicious day.

When she screamed and screamed, the door was pushed open.

Green is almost rushing in.

She was scared and she was still in the door: "Miss Miss, the big thing is not good, the young master is missing!"

Jiang Liang’s eyes widened. Fortunately, he remembered to wrap the model on the table in the locker and then ran out.

Before I ran to the entrance of the hospital, I met Chunxin.

Chunxin frowned and walked in a hurry, but also came to report: "Miss, something happened. I just went to the inn to check out. I took a look at it and found that the girl who painted the fan seemed to be attacked. It fell in a pool of blood. I let people put it. She first sent to the medical center next to the inn, and asked the doctor, now life and death... indefinite."

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