"Little Joe, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Da Qiao's frightened face turned white, and he quickly covered Xiao Qiao's mouth.

No matter how down-and-out the Son of Heaven is, he is also the Son of Heaven!

We can look down on him, but the etiquette that must be there must be is no less!

If the scholars of the world know that you are going to kill the king, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame for the rest of your life.

Then Dong Zhuo didn't dare to risk such a big disapproval, how dare you be a girl?

Xiao Qiao also reacted, lowered his head, and tears fell on his toes.

People are wronged, otherwise, sister, you go to marry the Son of Heaven, and I will marry the official, and we are changing back.

Even if the official's poetry and literary attainments are not high, I don't care.

How is it?

The two sisters have never been separated since they were children, and sometimes they have a heart-to-heart connection.

Xiao Qiao thought silently in his heart, but Da Qiao listened to it really.

"Sister, but my father has already given an order, even if my sister is willing to sacrifice herself for you, but the official and the Son of Heaven, are you still willing?"

casually changed people's daughters-in-law, and changed them again and again, really treating people like mud?

One of these two people is the Son of Heaven, and the other even Dong Zhuo dares to assassinate him!

This is no ordinary person!

"Hmph, excuse!"

Xiao Qiao was resentful, only feeling that between heaven and earth, it was all gloomy.

Da Qiao was ashamed and silent, no matter what, she was sorry for her sister.

Liu Xie was still squinting there, looking at the sky, still in that concave shape.

Qin Lang felt a little strange, this poem has been completed, it is not bad, and my prejudice against you is less.

But can you change your posture?

That big Qiao and Xiao Qiao clearly have something on their minds, and no one even looks at you.

Why do I feel more and more embarrassed, my poems are still not written?

"I see everyone is tired, how about we all go back and rest?" Qin Lang asked tentatively.

"That's not going to work!" Liu Xie hurriedly shook his head.

I finally made a super-level poem, but I didn't accept worship, how could I retreat?

What's more, you haven't written your poem yet, you must be ashamed of yourself, and you're worried that you won't be able to take that poem, so you want to run away, right?

You official, you really don't have the eyesight to see, if you enter the court as an official, at most you will show me a door, and you may not live for three days!

I have to raise my eyebrows today and overpower you Qin officials once!

"Can't go!" Xiao Qiao raised his head, and his beautiful face actually had a vicious feeling.

Qin Guanren, since I am already desperate, I want to see how deep this despair can be?!

"Otherwise, let's not leave......"

Da Qiao was cautious, and now he really didn't dare to talk more.

Liu Xie is a pig's head, and he thought that Xiao Qiao's mood fluctuations were so intense because he wanted to marry him.

But Qin Lang is an understanding person, if Xiao Qiao really hangs a wisp of white silk on the beam, it will be evil!

If it really doesn't work, use a hypnotic pen to give Liu Xiecheng amnesia, and when he returns to Xuzhou, don't let him cause any trouble!

This matter was originally inconsiderate by myself, resulting in uncontrollable results.

Who would have thought that Liu Xie would peek at other people's water as soon as he came, and those two girls happened to be Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao?

It's just providential.

Then I will write a poem and leave here tomorrow with Liu Xie.

Qin Lang made up his mind, took two steps forward, raised his head and looked at each other, his eyes resolute and containing a touch of sadness.

A person's temperament stems from that person's experience.

"The ten-mile long pavilion is full of frost, and the green silk and white hair are all over the year."

There is no regret in this life, and there is a fate in the next life. ”

Qin Lang paused for a moment and shook his head slightly.

It seems that some extremely distant memories are gradually becoming clearer.

At that time, on the seaside ferry, I stepped into the dark world for you, and I didn't know how many lives and deaths I went through before I barely survived.

I was only eighteen years old that year, and I wanted to meet you again, but I don't know how many years it would take, maybe until Qingsi turned into gray hair, and I couldn't do it.

"Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

The love is thick and faint, and how to linger in Pengshan. “

Whenever I see the moon in the sky, I think of you and me, looking at each other from afar.

I envy the pairs of mandarin ducks, and I don't even want to be the immortal who has been lonely all my life.

The chance of meeting in the future has long been slim, so let my thoughts and friendship stay in the deep mountains, exhausted!

"Xiao Ai, I really want to forget you!"

Qin Lang took a long breath and recently ...... It's a little more sentimental.

Big Joe is crazy again.

While muttering the poem, he stirred the corners of his clothes with his slender fingers.

How could this man be so infatuated?

This man is so righteous!

You Qin Lang is a hero who assassinates Dong, and the identity of your cultivator outside the party is known to the world.

But for my sake, don't you even want to do that immortal?

Da Qiao swears that he will live up to the officials in this life!

Little Joe lowered his head and turned to leave.

No one could see Xiao Qiao's expression clearly, but the trembling shoulders proved that her heart was not stable.

"Yo, official, that's good!"

Liu Xie patted Qin Lang on the shoulder, "It's almost time to catch up with my demeanor, you and I will definitely leave an extremely strong mark in the history books!" ”

"Do you still want to make a face?!"

If Da Qiao hadn't left yet, he would have had to slap you with a big ear!

You are a little yellow poem, I am the most prestigious "Acacia" in the "Poetry Collection of Bai Yiqing".

It has been improved according to the current situation.

Not to mention the famous poems of the ages, it is not far off.

You deserve to be the son of heaven, you really feel good about yourself!

Da Qiao was worried about Xiao Qiao, so he saluted Qin Lang, and then turned around and chased after him.

"Stained ......"

Liu Xie let out a burst of ridicule, "Official, an older woman, but she is also full of amorous feelings, why don't we change them?" ”

"Change?"

Qin Lang smiled, "I see that you haven't been beaten for a few days, you think about it again!" ”

"Smack......

"Oops, it hurts~~"

At night, Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao were in the boudoir, looking at each other speechlessly, but everything was silent.

Is there a way to get both worlds?

"Sister, do you know what is the most perfect thing in Emperor Shun's life?"

"Little Joe, you ......"

Da Qiao bit the corner of his lip, Emperor Shun has made countless achievements in his life.

But the most talked-about thing is that he married Empress E and Nuying, a pair of biological sisters.

This is the oldest and most evidence-based example of two women serving a husband in history.

"Sister, just promise me, do you really want to watch your sister live in a dark life from now on?"

Xiao Qiao is sad, like crying blood and yellow birds.

Sister, don't you still understand Qin Guanren's poem?

He was a Qin official who clearly showed his heart to me.

"The ten-mile long pavilion is full of frost, and the green silk and white hair are all over the year."

There is no regret in this life, and there is a fate in the next life. ”

"Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

The love is thick and faint, and how to linger in Pengshan. “

For me, he didn't even want to do it to the immortal, he sighed so much, even if there was only thoughts and affection left, he had to use it up!

Sister, how can you bear it and abandon your sister.

My sister has regressed, I wish you and I would like to follow the officials together, isn't it okay?

"Huh?" Da Qiao looked at Xiao Qiao in a daze, "You girl has a fever, this poem was clearly written to me by an official, how did you become you?" ”