Just when he was about to move forward again, Chang Ting had already hugged the quilt, knelt on the bed and yelled at him, "From now on, you are no longer my Hua Muhan!" I don't want to see you again in this life or in this life! ”

Hua Muhan stood in front of the bed in embarrassment, as if looking at a monster. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After Chang Ting finished roaring, he shook his head again, raised his hand and pointed at his nose, and scolded, "Even if it was the Hua Muhan before, it was not a good thing!" Didn't he leave every autumn just to come back and meet these women! Big carrots! Shameless! ”

Hua Muhan stared at her crazy appearance, and her expression suddenly became strange.

He stepped forward, his eyes showing pity, "Changting, are you ......?"

"Big liar! Big liar! Chang Ting roared and pushed him hard.

The ground was full of bath water, Hua Muhan didn't pay attention, and fell heavily to the ground.

A few people outside the room listened even more, and they even held their breath.

Hua Muhan's anger, which had been extinguished, rose again.

He jumped to his feet and roared, "Didn't you lie to me?!" ”

Chang Ting was stunned.

Hua Muhan watched her sit there on her knees covered in water, forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, walked to the hanger and pulled the dry handkerchief, and walked towards her with a heavy face, "Dry your body and hair first." Don't just listen to other people's nonsense. ”

Chang Ting's dull gaze suddenly sank, her face flashed red, and Concubine Shu's words echoed in her ears.

She grabbed a pillow and smashed it at the big man, "Get out—"

Although the pillow didn't hurt when it was smashed, Hua Muhan, who had always been used to being noble, had been beaten and scolded like this.

He threw the handkerchief in his hand into the tub, shook his sleeves heavily, and strode out the door.

The door was kicked open from the inside, and several people in the courtyard fell to their knees.

He didn't say a word and walked away.

Dusty hurriedly threw a look at Lan Yue, and then trotted out after him.

(The sunset embroiders the curtain roll, and the water under the pavilion is empty.) Zhijun is a new work for me, and the windows are wet and red. Long remember that on the Pingshan Hall, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are pillowed, and there is no lonely Hong. Recognize the drunkard's language, and the mountains are in the middle of nothing. A thousand acres, all mirrors are clean, and the blue peaks are poured. Suddenly, the waves rose and danced a leaf of pulsatilla. can laugh at the son of Lantai, who has not solved the problem of Zhuang Sheng's nature, and there are male and female in Gangdao. A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind. For human nature, the words are not shocking and endless. The old poems are full of poems, and the flowers and birds are not deeply sad in spring. The rain is deep in the pass of Shu Luoguan, and the teacher is sent to Jiangxun in the rain. The gold belt is tied to the battle robe, and the horse's head rushes into the snow. There are several peaks in the small room, and one peak is clear and one peak is snowy. The green pine is even in the middle of the mountain next to the city, and the plain color is tens of millions of heavy. The scenery is oblique, and the white clouds are unbearable. Pedestrians play with me in a secluded world, and the north wind blows cold. When bidding farewell to the pontoon bridge and stationing on the horse, raise your head to try to look at the South Mountain Ridge. I want to go but I don't go. Tomorrow sunset flowers. Flying flotsam to see off the boat. The water flows eastward. The courtyard is full of greenery and thick shade, the warblers are talking, the butterflies are flying, and the roses are playing. The oblique sun leans on the wind well, and the aftertaste is embroidered. I haven't heard from Yulang, when will I return? Yellow willow silk, wet miscellaneous flower weeps. The sun is high and red makeup is lying, leaning on the late spring. Rather know the water, the golden bondage. The mulberry is on the mulberry, and the south branch is handed over to the north hall. The beauty of the golden ladder out, bare hands to carry the basket. Not only is it afraid of silkworm hunger, but it is also on the road. There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. And add a high pavilion, micro note small window. After the nest dries, the flying body is lighter. Peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City, who are flying around? Luoyang's daughter cherishes the color, and sighs when she sees the falling flowers. This year, the color of the flowers has changed, who will be in the flowers next year? I have seen the pine and cypress destroyed as a salary, and I have heard that the mulberry field has become the sea. The ancients did not recover the east of Luocheng, and today's people are still interested in falling flowers. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. Send a message to the full glory of the face, and should pity the half-dead pulsatilla. This Weng white-headed is really pitiful, when people fall around the moon in Xianggao. The oblique horizontal flower tree is small, soaked in sorrow. Who knows about the secret affairs of a spring? The east wind is cold, and the fragrant Qian skirt returns. The gulls go to the past. Pity the flower cocoa, and the dream is still there. Nine doubts broke the soul. Acacia blood, all green branches. The rain and wind are galloping, and a boat is light in the stream. There is no water near the people. The finless porpoise blows the waves, and the sand bird has to fish idle. The peerless talent is also happy, and he borrowed his hand to return to Lan. Now there is no repetition of the old word forum. Madang Mountain went down the road, and the wild clouds were returned. Zhu Yanbi is the same as before. Remember hand in hand. No matter how long you are apart. Love will eventually come when we meet. Floating jade Feiqiong, to the pavilion Jingxuan, multiply and clear. The night window is practicing, what is the use of handing over the bright moon. Hearing the Tao closely, the official pavilion Duomei, while the dark fragrance is not far away, the frozen stamen is beginning. Qian who picks and sends a lover's peach leaves. ）

Out of the Yunqi Courtyard, Hua Muhan walked straight in the long alley.

Dusty followed him and walked for a long time before he tentatively spoke, "Master......"

"Shut up!" Hua Mu is cold and angry.

Chenyan scratched his head helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "Aren't you here to see her jealous tonight......"

Hua Muhan paused at his feet, and then strode straight away angrily, "If you are jealous, you will be jealous, do you need to do it?" He who would rather believe the words of those women would not believe me! ”

Chenyan was silent for a while, and then asked cautiously: "Then the master is going to Concubine Yu tonight......

Hua Muhan's cold eyes flicked over, and he was immediately silent.

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The hour had passed, and there was not the slightest sound in the entire Yunqi Courtyard.

Fortunately, there is the light of the night pearl, so that everything in Changting is going very smoothly.

She changed into a navy blue men's dress, with a blue frost hanging from her waist, a dagger pinned to her calf, and she didn't even take a burden, and hurriedly left two letters on the table, and walked outside.

In the corner, Xiao Feibai was sleeping sweetly, and she covered her mouth as soon as she grabbed it.

Xiao Feibai opened her eyes in fright, and in an instant, she was quiet again, and obediently lay in her arms.

It's such a tacit understanding, he didn't even need to explain, Changting hugged it and walked out the door.

She knew that the secret guards around her were all top masters.

She won't go to fight with them, as long as she successfully avoids their sight, leaving the Yunqi Courtyard will be considered a success.

When she went out of the room, she clinged to the shadows under the eaves, and quietly and quickly reached the north wall under a few plane trees.

With the sycamore tree as a cover, and the very dark color of the clothes she was wearing, it should not be so easy to spot.

The only eye-catching thing is Xiao Feibai in her arms, but Xiao Feibai is very well-behaved, and she shrinks motionless under her sleeves with cooperation.

Her keen eyes swept around in the dark night, and she glanced at Lan Yue's room again, and she climbed the tree as lightly as a tanuki, and then, she jumped up the wall and disappeared outside the Yunqi Courtyard.

She left a letter, thinking that even if the man was angry again, he wouldn't embarrass the five of them.

(To be continued.) )