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On Tuesday, the young master walked around, not knowing where to go.

A few white fat deer, sometimes running happily in the snow, sometimes bowing their heads, arching the thin snow with their beaks, looking for grass stalks under the snow.

From the Flying Deer Park, go a few pavilions and pavilions, flying bridges, is the small western-style building where Mrs. Zhang lives.

Mrs. Zhang looked hesitant, not even in the mood to drink coffee:

"The marriage proposal of the third prince, why am I a little unoptimistic, the statement in the newspaper, I feel a little strange in my heart, why if Xi'er does not agree to this marriage, she will become a sinner who destroys the diplomatic relations between the two countries? Only when she agrees can she be regarded as knowing the overall situation and thinking about the country and the people. This kind of thing, there seems to be an idiom, what is it called? ”

Beside her, the beads are surrounded by Miss Huang.

A Miss Huang said:

"The third prince, you also saw the photo aunt. It's heroic. Yesterday we went to a banquet, and although we were noble, he was very humble and kind when he saw that he was a real person, and he flattered us and asked us to introduce our cousin to see him again. ”

Mrs. Zhang shook her head:

"I can't agree to this, I want to say that before, I introduced some young people to meet your cousin, but it was all free to socialize. We are confident, suitable or not, depending on your cousin's own mind, now like this, it seems to be some arranged persecution, I feel that something is wrong. No matter what others say, for Xi'er, I only hope that she can have free love. ”

Miss Wong,

"It's been a few days, why don't you ask Xi'er's opinion directly?"

Mrs. Zhang sighed:

"I'm also afraid that Xi'er will be stupid and hurt myself for the rest of my life."

Miss Huang said:

"Then my aunt should call my cousin over and communicate well."

……

On Tuesday, the young master passed through the flank of the small western-style building of the vine flower, followed the aqueduct of the Yuquan River, and walked further until there was no road, and then sat down under a rockery of Taihu Lake.

Dumbfounded.

He remembered that when the eldest lady was a child, she couldn't write well, and her homework was too far behind him. He often teased her and threw her writings everywhere. Let her know that it's a shame.

But when she was ten years old, she suddenly found that she had become clear and clear, and although she had studied chemistry and pharmacy, she had also learned it, but it was not as good as her.

And that's not surprising, because there are still too many people who are stupid and stupid enough to see themselves as one in a hundred geniuses this Tuesday. The eldest lady is one of the geniuses in a hundred, and one in a hundred geniuses.

Fools look up to themselves, and they look up to the eldest lady.

Later, he accompanied her to Shanghai for refuge and study. The eldest lady complained that the Huang family's control was too tight, and he came up with a good solution:

"You marry me, be Mrs. Tuesday, and everything will be free after that."

At that time, the eldest lady's expression was a pity that it interrupted the bastard third.

Since then, Mr. Shandong has become famous, and he no longer treats her as a little girl, no longer jokes at will, and talks about serious business.

It's not like the eldest brother, who can casually stop her and pull her on horseback. is not like the third child, rushing to be a personal car driver, tired of crooked together all the time, holding his shoulders and making his hair.

Between them are big sisters, big sisters.

Unlike themselves, they have to salute each other at a distance of more than a meter. is called the most distant "second young master" and "eldest lady".

A long time ago, the eldest lady wanted to strengthen the country, and many times expressed her worries about Japan, a strong neighbor. I gave a solution so easily. Three strategies for attacking Japan.

One of them is:

"Since the Japanese, I hope you are Japanese, then you can be Japanese, you can open a factory, practice medicine and cure diseases, buy people's hearts, educate the people, let them worship you as a wise sage, first unify the language, then unify the dialect, run in for decades, Mr. Shandong waved his hand and said that Japan is Chinese, then they must be willing to listen."

Now the eldest lady is really acting according to her own plan, she first opened up trade with Japan, and then visited Tokyo. The third son of the emperor came to propose, and she immediately said that she was of the age of marriage.

The ruthlessness and affection of the eldest lady, and the broad-mindedness of the eldest lady, I can understand it myself. The eldest lady is a great sage who dominates China and all countries come to the court, and has not been met for thousands of years.

I understand all this. But why still be so sad about that?

It's because of the thoughts of a little child. A long time ago, on that early winter morning, she swayed and smiled, and she already had a heart of care, and her love was already deeply planted.

A few years ago, he passed the period of voice change, and the eldest lady said that she had a good voice and could become a singer. I really listened to her and practiced silently for a long time, but I was a little embarrassed to sing it in front of her.

A tear slid down his cheek.

On Tuesday, the young master was unaware.

So now, we should bury this already buried juvenile feelings even deeper. Accompany the eldest lady to realize her career in the Greater East Asia Co-prosperity Circle.

Although the heartache is like a knife.

……

Zhang Meixi was summoned by Mrs. Zhang to dinner in the evening, and after the meal, she bothered to comfort her mother for a long time. When I went back to my daughter's house, it was already a little late.

Snowy winter nights, bitterly cold. The sound of a piano that sounded cold in the summer. Now it sounds a little warm, someone is playing the piano and singing, "National Style? Wang Feng? Huang Li.

He is separated, and he is the seedling. The line is vigorous, and the center is shaky. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want. Hello sky! Who is this?

He is separated, and he is the spike of grass. The line is vigorous, and the center is drunk. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want. Hello sky! Who is this?

He is separated, and he is real. The line is vigorous, and the center is like choking. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want. Hello sky! Who is this?

The end of the song.

Zhang Meixi first removed the snowsuit with the help of apricots, then reached out to high-five, and walked to the piano with a smile:

"The second young master plays the piano really well, and the song is even better."

The young master's back did not move on Tuesday, and after a while, he slowly turned around, glanced at Zhang Meixi with his eyes, and quickly lowered his head.

He slowly slid down from the piano seat and stopped on the cashmere carpet, but instead of standing up, he slowly crawled forward half a step forward and grabbed the skirt of Zhang Meixi's cotton cheongsam. Zhang Meixi was taken aback.

"Thank you for the compliment, since you like it, then I will sing it to you often in the future, you can sing it in the presidential palace, or you can accompany you to marry in Japan, and sing it everywhere you like......"

Another tear, dripping down the plush carpet, hidden.

I understand your dreams and am willing to accompany you!