The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

The sky is getting colder, and the dragon is burned in the palace. Su Shi holds a cup of hot tea in his hand and plays against himself.

He is actually not good at playing chess. He only arranges for the game. The ancestors watched quietly beside him. Only when he saw that he had made a mistake, he would give a voice and one or two. Su Shi ignored him and only followed his own mistakes. The method comes.

After a few times, Zongtang did not say much, but it was inevitable that he felt hurt. He still remembers how small this small thing once was in his arms. Now it is so indifferent, it is his fault in the end.

Some injuries are not an apology to make up for, but fortunately he still has a lifetime to make up.

A rainbow pushes the door and replaces the gradually cooled tea with warmth. She is followed by a few prostitutes in peach-pink skirts, each holding Feng Jun’s dress accessories, still in bright red, but Not the previous style, the sewing is more gorgeous and dignified.

Whether it is Wu Wang, or the Feng Jun dynasty worn on the temple in that day, even the phoenix that Su Shi took, all things that remind him of the peak of the day, no longer appear in front of him. Men are better at who they are deceiving themselves than others.

Just want to forget how easy it is to talk, and don’t say that Zong’s Day is now in front of him, it’s Ah Hong, who is thoughtfully ironing, and always reminds Su Shi that everything he controls is controlled by this man. He can be comfortable. Monitor him, play with him, and he can't escape, can only be affected.

Zongtang took up the complicated Chinese costume and looked at it with a satisfactory look. He looked back at Su Shidao: "Boa, come and try to see if you don't fit."

Su Shi hesitated for a moment, obediently walked to his side, let him play.

Due to the abundance of time, this set of clothes is more intimate than the previous one. He was born with a beautiful look. At this time, wearing a feather-red peony, a phoenix-patterned brocade brocade, the temperament is more elegant and elegant, only the wooden face is not hair. In a word, the face of the white singer has already been unable to open his eyes.

Zong Yi carefully put the belt for him. Although he rarely waited for others, it was not awkward to do such a thing. It seemed to be an innate talent.

After he finished the complicated dress of the body, he lifted his eyes and looked at the wet eyes of Shang Su, and his heartbeat suddenly missed a shot. In his mind, the little girl was drunk when he was drunk, and he smiled. With his demon, he has never had the enthusiasm for him, and his heart is somewhat moving.

If the body is not hurt, the child is not good, he must fill him with a few pots.

Zong Yi raised his hand and swung the palace man, and lifted the child directly to the bed. The long black hair was scattered on the bright yellow satin, and the bright red, the three strong colors set against each other. Shows thrilling beauty.

Su Shi finally stopped calming, his eyes flashed in confusion, and his lower lip was bitten by him with deep scallops. Like a small milk cat who had been invaded by the territory, his expression was stubborn and fragile.

Zong Yili was naturally soft-hearted. He reached out and touched the lips, and frowned: "You don't have to, unless you nod, you won't move."

Su Shi’s heart was a little relieved, but the man who was pressing on him didn’t get up. Instead, he sniffed between his neck and whispered: “Boa, don’t let 朕 wait for too long, and your patience is limited.”

The voices of Zongtang’s weekdays are full of arrogance, full of hegemony and self-confidence. At this time, the voice is lowered, and it is vaguely accompanied by the meaning of being spoiled. If it is heard by the palace people outside the palace, I am afraid Be frightened.

It’s a foul to say such a hegemonic words in such a spoiled tone, but Su Shi will not easily be shaken. He pushes the man’s shoulders hard and mutters: “The clothes are crumpled.”

Zong Yi sighed and sighed, and had to get up from him and tidy up his wrinkled clothes.

Su Shi looked at his serious look, meditation in his heart, still 10% progress, and soon he was able to leave the world and leave the man's control.

Just thinking about leaving, his heart was a little uncomfortable.

Although some memories have been cleared, but the body still has the feelings of the past, it will not dissipate immediately.

Zong Yi did not know what he was thinking. He whispered: "A few days ago, I tribute a few pearls from Jiangnan. The last time you tasted the steamed food, you ordered the imperial kitchen to make the same, lunch. Eat more when you are too thin, and hold your hands."

Su Shi’s coveted, and after a long time he asked: “How to deal with His Royal Highness under His Majesty.”

Zong Yi slightly stunned, he smiled: "Intent to rebel against the squatting, hijacking Feng Jun, 朕 has already usurped his title, and will always be removed from the royal family. In the future, he is only a sinner Zongxu, not a royal family, not a royal king. If it is for you..."

When he did not finish his words, he lived in the mouth. Su Shi knew the deep meaning of it. If it was not for him, Zong Xu had already seen the king.

Because there are still sons in his body, Zong Xu’s body is a mother, and once Zongxu is killed, his life is gone. It’s just that long-term consumption will happen sooner or later, and he must make progress before that.

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On the day of the canonization ceremony, the sky was gloomy and there was a small snow drifting.

Zong Yu looked at the thin snow that had been paved in the ground and frowned. The days chosen by Si Tianjian were really not good. "Snow" and "blood". It is always unlucky to do happy things in such days.

Su Shi is very happy. In his world, he rarely sees snow, so every time he sees snow, he will be greatly surprised. He has forgotten a lot of things, and naturally he doesn't remember that he actually saw snow many times, and he has already wondered about this weather.

He reached out to pick up the falling snow, and the cold and cold touch of the palm of his hand quickly turned into a drop of water. He was happy to pick up the snow, and the luxurious clothes didn't care.

After returning from the temple ancestors, this is the first time he has revealed a happy look in front of Zongtang. The ancestors stared straight at him, only to look down a little, and it will be hard to see in the future.

Ah Hong reminded me: "Feng Jun adults, not good for solitude."

She used to call Su Shi to call the "adult", but after she came back from the dust peak, she also discovered Su Shi's alienation from her, and consciously added the word "Feng Jun" to show respect.

After all, her true master is Zongtang, and she is biased towards Su Shi in a small matter. She will listen to Zongtang when she encounters important things. It is like that on the day of the Phoenix. She had the opportunity to take Su Shi. However, because of the order, he saw him being taken away by Zong Xu.

This incident can't say who is right or wrong, but each has his own duties. Su Shi does not blame her, but can no longer trust as much as before, just like he is to the ancestors.

Su Shi heard the words and took over. Zong Yi remembered this. He used his handkerchief to wipe away the water stains on his palms. After the rubbing, he put the pai into his arms, but he refused to let go of the cold little hand.

Su Shi earned and did not break free, and said: "Let loose."

Zongtang naturally refused. He smiled and said: "You are cold, and you are warm."

Said to use his generous palm to wrap Su Shi, his internal strength, body temperature is higher than ordinary people, Su Shi is afraid of cold, he is comfortable to hold, too lazy to argue with him, so let him hold, Going together to worship the heavens.