In the spacious dormitory, the glazed wall lamps emit a soft white light, and the jade smoke curls in the delicate incense burner. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since Xiahou Mobing came back from the mausoleum, he began to build the Snow Ink Palace, and the decoration of the entire Snow Ink Hall is mainly made of glass, giving up luxury.

Xiahou Mobing put Murong Xue, who was sleeping in a mess, on the bed, lifted the quilt, covered her bare shoulders like white jade, and stared at her beautiful and lazy sleeping face, Xiahou Mobing hooked her lips and smiled, she was really a little lazy pig, her slender fingers stretched out and hooked her pretty nose.

Murong Xue in the dream seemed to feel it, and couldn't help frowning.

"Haha......" Seeing Murong Xue's cute side, Xiahou Mobing hooked his lips slightly and said with a low smile.

Xiahou Mo Bing got up, and his black brocade boots paced step by step to the side of the Mo Yu desk not far away.

The cold brows furrowed slightly, Xiahou Mo Bingxiu stretched out his slender hand and gently picked up the cyan brocade cloth on the outside of the object, his dark eyes flashed, scroll?

As the picture scroll opened little by little, Xiahou Mobing's brows became deeper and deeper, and in the end, it directly condensed into a Sichuan character, rising high, and the dark pupils were cold, as if condensed into thousands of feet of ice.

Under the soft light, on the ink jade desk, is an unfolded picture scroll, between the ink brush, under the moonlit night, a woman in white reclining on a tree branch, her face is cold, the jade belt is flying, wanton and chic, the corners of her red lips are slightly hooked, and her cool eyes are deep and boundless, so beautiful that she is like a moonlit night elf, like the goddess of the moon.

The woman in the painting is not Murong Xue who is sleeping sweetly on the other side.

Xiahou Mobing's hand on the painting scroll tightened more and more, his eyes were cold, and in those Ling Han's eyes, a trace of dark red gradually emerged, and the slightest cold air in his palm was swirling, and he could almost see the cold mist between his slender fingers, the temperature of the entire dormitory dropped suddenly, and Murong Xue on the opposite bed seemed to feel the subtle change in the atmosphere, and the willow eyebrows moved slightly.

A cold breath with the power of destruction suddenly struck the scroll.

"Ink ......"

Xiahou Mobing was stunned, and the movements in his hands followed, and he suddenly met the slightly cool and deep eyes of the woman in the painting, and at the same time, the dark red in the eyes gradually disappeared with this shout, as if he had just heard her calling for herself, the thin lips that were as red as blood pursed them, and the fingers were curled, covering the face of the painted woman little by little, and the eyes were slightly softer, and the fingertips moved gently along her cheeks.

In the middle of the night, the corners of Xiahou Mobing's mouth hooked a strange arc, the pitch-black heavy pupils flashed a trace of dark light, the sleeve robe was raised, and with a wave of his big hand, the scroll rolled along the Moyu desk, and it was instantly closed.

"Smack-"

Xiahou Mobing grabbed it in his hand, walked to the front of the bookshelf, and placed it in the innermost pavilion, on the edge of a very inconspicuous corner.

"Hmmm......"

Murong Xue on the couch muttered softly, and Xiahou Mobing, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, quickly withdrew his hand, a hint of haste flashed in his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss.

After a while, Murong Xue on the bed did not move, she was sleeping sweetly at the moment, and Xiahou Mobing at this time didn't know what she thought, her frowning eyebrows were relaxed, she raised her feet and walked to the bed, her steps were very light and pleasant, she tore off all the clothes on her body cleanly, got up and went to the bed, wrapped her strong arms, hooked Murong Xue into her arms, and let her lie on her chest, skin to skin, showing the posture of the two embracing each other, without any gaps.

A satisfied smile erupted on Xiahou Mobing's lips, and her big palm was drawn along her cheek.

Cher is his, no one can rob him, no matter who drew the scroll, no matter how he met Cher, no matter why he sent this scroll on the wedding day, in short, Cher is his wife, the person who is about to finish the road with him, and the mother of his child in the future, Cher is his in this life, and it will be his in the next life, and no one can snatch it.

Quiet and comfortable days always go by the fastest.

In the blink of an eye, it was already two months later, the wind was cold, it was already winter, and it was almost the time of spring.

However, in the past two months, Yuze has still been calm, and it is true that after the defeat of Anguo, it is true that he also needs to recuperate, and the current soldiers also need to rest and rectify.

The rain is calm, but the glass doesn't seem to be calm. It is said that after more than a month of recuperation, the first thing the regent Su gradually left was to carry out a major reorganization of the interior of the high-level of Liuli, and it can be said that Liuli experienced a storm during this period.

The first thing he did when he was injured was to rectify the Ouyang family, he used to fight for the Ouyang family and turn a blind eye, but he didn't expect that during his recuperation, he took advantage of Yuze to deal with Anguo, and Emperor Su, who was also Su Yanli's royal brother, had been observing Yuze's movements, and when he had no time to take care of Liuli, Ouyang Ke, the head of the Ouyang family, actually wanted to seize power!

Not to mention, his Ouyang family can't even look at the glass mountains and rivers of the society, which is a big crime, and now, he still wants to seize power, which can be described as a great ambition.

At the beginning, Su Wanli let his Ouyang family go alone, he just felt that this life was too boring, and at that time, Xiahou Mobing, he hadn't noticed the existence of this threat, at that time, Su Wanli just felt that Ouyang Mingri seemed to be a good, ambitious and courageous person, so he let his Ouyang family develop, besides, he also felt that life was too boring, and wanted to find some fun to have fun! didn't expect that in the end, he actually got into big trouble for himself.

Therefore, the first thing he did when he recovered from his injury was to eliminate the Ouyang family's position in Liuli, and now it is not what it used to be, there is Yu Ze watching fiercely, so the inside of Liuli must be stable, as long as it is stable, he can deal with Yuze and Xiahou Mobing with peace of mind.

Perhaps, from the beginning, he was wrong, he shouldn't have conceded three points to him, he shouldn't have just sent 200,000 troops, thinking about a fair competition with him Xiahou Mobing.

He was wrong, on the battlefield, on the means, talking about success or failure, not about the so-called fair competition.

By the time he realized this, it was too late, Anguo had already destroyed the country, and when it was only a day for those unknown things to be used, Anguo no longer existed. To this day, he still can't think of how to prevent that thing, if he Liuli and Yuze are on the same page, if Xiahou Mobing also uses the means to deal with Anguo to deal with Liuli, then ...... Maybe...... Liuli, he can't hold it.

Under the moonlit night, a man in white leaned on a tree branch, his face was cold, the jade belt was flying, his brows were furrowed, the corners of his red lips were pursed together, and his cool eyes were deep and boundless, staring at a certain place.

The picture is very beautiful, but it also makes people feel even more distressed, distressed by the sad man, distressed by the man who wrinkled his good-looking eyebrows for some reason.

Qiqi words:

The years are really a pig-killing knife, and many things, many people are gradually moving away from the ...... without realizing it (To be continued.) )