He Dangli did not go back immediately, but avoided everyone and came to a narrow path that was hidden behind a rockery. Among them, the strange rocks and forests are chaotic, and the vine branches and flowers that have not been pruned are born indiscriminately, and they are full of wild publicity.

"Childe, you're here." There was already a carriage waiting at the small door, and a tall man stood respectfully beside it. He didn't hold an umbrella, but brought a hat and a robe.

"Hmm." He Dangli took the black cloth that tied his eyes, used it to cover the light, and then got into the carriage.

The carriage was not big enough for her to put her hands and feet alone, and the extra space was gone, but the things she needed were purchased at her feet according to her instructions.

I don't know if it's ironic or ashamed, she has been out of the house only a handful of times in the past few years, except for the death day of the son every year, she can be allowed to go out for half a day. The remaining time was the last time she was sent to the carriage, and she vaguely remembered that when she returned to the eldest princess's mansion, she had been lying on the bed for more than half a month before she got out of bed.

Not to mention a piece of good meat, even a slight touch of the most serious part will hurt her physiological tears.

In the west of the city is the tomb of the child, which she built with her own hands, and even the flowers, leaves, and trees planted around it are also from her hands. She knew that her son liked to be quiet, and she even coaxed the nobles who were waiting for her, and bought this mountain and gave it to her, so that she would not disturb her son when someone came to do so.

Her son-in-law deserves the best.

"You guys go back first, and come back to pick me up later." The voice was full of suppressed sourness and bitterness, and the eyes were astringent, as if the eyes were going to turn red in the next second.

"But the eldest princess said that the little one should stay by the side of the son, and the son still don't make it difficult for the little one." The dark-skinned, tall man at the head said with a cold face.

He Dangli had already taken out all the things brought by the food box in his hand. There are wine, vegetables, pastries, and a handful of red plums.

"It's all your people around here, how can you worry about whether this son has run away."

"The little one doesn't mean that, it's just that this is the order of the eldest princess, and the little one has to obey."

"Really?" The tip of his nose sneered softly, his eyebrows were high, and his dark pupils were full of sarcasm, and the volume increased in vain, with a sharp voice; "Then what you mean is that even if the eldest princess asks you to die immediately, you will immediately draw your sword and kill yourself."

"As long as it is ordered by the eldest princess, the little one will naturally do it, and please don't let the little one be embarrassed." The man obviously didn't expect her to ask such a question, but after a pause, he immediately responded, his eyes half-drooping so that it was impossible to see the real change in his expression.

"Heh, what a joke that the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die, but according to this son, you are watching the dishes, you are not afraid that this son will go back to the eldest princess to complain that you are trying to plot against this son on the road. Or guess whether you say that the eldest princess will believe it or not. As long as she insisted, even if the eldest princess didn't believe it, she didn't believe that the noble man and the emerald eyebrow boy would not be indifferent.

After all, the current self is not in their hands to the point where they are tired of discarding it.

"What's more, my son was born so good-looking, and the eldest princess spoiled me again, if this son blew a few words of pillow wind. What do you say will happen then? The fair-skinned and slender fingers slowly caressed the delicate face that was so gorgeous that it made a hundred flowers fade, and the corners of He Dangli's lips rose slightly, until the sarcastic and threatening smile became more and more hooked, forming a strange and hideous loneliness.

"Sometimes you still need to be flexible, you're right." Step by step, the people approached, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of sharpness and coldness at the moment; "Besides, Ben Gongzi can't run, just let you wait halfway up the mountain for an hour or two, what are you worried about? Or is it true that Ben Gongzi said that you have a little bit of secret, and you want to do something wrong with Ben Gongzi. ”

"After all, the color of this son is a rare good color in the world, if you like this child, there is nothing. It's just that I shouldn't want to take advantage of the eldest princess's momentum to come to the fox and fake the tiger. ”

"Childe is too worried, even if Childe's color is good, what the little one likes has always been a woman." The black man's face turned red at this moment, and his fists were clenched slightly.

After all, anyone who is a serious old man, or a man who only likes delicate and soft women, will not be able to help but feel disgusted when he is rumored to plot against another man. Even if the man is good-looking, he is not a pervert.

"Really? Then why do you have to follow this son all the time, and what do you say that you will not leave an inch, it is more appropriate to say that it is personal protection. He Dangli's tone was aggressive, with a fierce aura that could not be ignored.

"Okay." The word 'good' seemed to be squeezed out of between the teeth, and even the green tendons between the foreheads were hideously rising.

"The little one is waiting for the son halfway up the mountain, and if the son doesn't come down after an hour, the little one will come up anyway."

"Okay." It's already very satisfying for someone to be away for an hour, after all, no one wants to tell her what she wants to whisper to her son.

It was a secret that only Childe could hear.

With the departure of the black man, He Dangli's tears in his eyes could no longer stop flowing down. It's like a wounded little beast whimpering, licking/licking/slicing its wounds from time to time.

An hour is not long, but it is not short.

Putting the bouquet of flowers he brought in his hand on the wordless tombstone, He Dangli couldn't help but kiss the cold bluestone tombstone sideways.

She thought, if it was Childe she was kissing at this time, would the body temperature be warm?

But this answer, the son who has fallen asleep will not tell her with a smile and touch her head.

Soon it was fifteen again, and as she grew older, she was like a willow branch. Even the number of nights he endures is constantly increasing, and even if he passes out, he will quickly wake up and start a new round of nightmares.

Every month, the three days she hates the most are the first day, the fifteenth and the thirtieth day of the new year. It's just because sometimes when the noble man comes to look for her, it will be either the number one or the number thirty, but the only one that does not change is the fifteenth.

If she is too busy to go out without permission, she will be ordered to be secretly brought into the palace so that people can play with her at will.

The snow seems to be getting heavier and heavier, and the snow in front of the pavilion can't be swept clean, no matter how much you sweep it. Su Xue has been heckling, and the breeze is soaring into his sleeves.

The earth dragon was burned early in the warm pavilion, and two big red lanterns leading to double happiness were hung under the eaves, and the howling cold wind was blowing. The reflections cast down from the snow were scattered, and a few snowflakes rolled in, and the carved mahogany lattices that were not completely closed were sometimes beaten to the sound of hunting.

The man in the emerald brocade feather satin cloak did not carry an umbrella, but came with a hexagonal glazed palace lamp.

The layout of the house is the same as in the past, but the original azure and elegant colors have been replaced by the bright red Zhu Jin. Even the little ones waiting in bed. It's just that it has faded away from the original childishness, and it is getting closer to the graceful and luxurious peony, but it feels more like a leafless flower blooming on the Huangquan Road, but by the bridge.

"Master, you're here." He Dangli, who was leaning against the window in a daze with his cheeks, heard the sound of pushing the door and entering, and hurriedly put away the edges and corners of his body, revealing the most well-behaved side, and wanted to come over to serve the man.

The emerald brocade satin cloak that had been soaked in snow had faded away, revealing the white sable fur jacket with a Buddha's head carved silk inside. A man who is more in love with a head than a man is busy with him.

"The appearance of the flower slave is getting better and better, and even this body is something I can't put down." With one hand, with such a gentle hug, the man took the person in his arms, hugged and kissed by the door without hesitation. The tip of the nose is filled with a faint jasmine fragrance, the slightest hint of soul, sweet into dreams, the strength of the hug subconsciously increases a little, and the breathing is aggravated.

"Can the flower slave score twice tonight?" Cui Lan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth were uncontrollably raised slightly.

He Dangli smiled a face, and struggled to push away the embrace that was a little hot for her, quite embarrassed, and said sullenly: "I don't know." ”

"Really? But if you don't try, how can Hua Nu know if you can do it. Cui Lan lowered his head and kissed He Dangli's delicate little mouth that he was still talking about.

Put the person against the door, protect the back of her head with her hand to prevent it from hurting, as if to swallow the person whole into the abdomen, into flesh and blood, into the bone and blood, this life is not separated, press the person in the arms and rub it hard, the dexterous soft tongue opens and closes the teeth, and takes the opportunity to drive straight in, and the playmate is playing, and the root of the tongue is sour.

He Dangli was forced to raise his head to accept because the whole person was half a head shorter than him. In any case, the ultimate goal is only to make yourself feel better, so that you can suffer less sin.

There are three people in one room, two windows, and obviously three people's movies, but I have always refused to have a name???

The tongue stirred flexibly and made an ambiguous and obscene sound of water, which made people's faces red and red ears when they heard it. The howling cold wind outside the window seemed to be incomprehensible, and from time to time it beat the window lattice door and hunted.

Cui Lan gently wiped He Dangli's ruddy and full red lips with calloused fingertips, and reluctantly stepped forward to peck lightly; "I don't know that compared to the bed, Hua Nu really likes this place."

He Dangli had already been kissed so that his legs were weak, and his cheeks were full of redness, and the weight of the whole person relied on the man so that it would not slide down and become a joke. The lip that was bitten slightly stinged was half-pursed, and he didn't say anything.

"Well, let's get to bed." Cui Lan loved/caressed/stroked a few strands of green silk through Lin Chaoge to the back of his ears. Looking at this long face that was obviously moistened like a peach, the scorching peach blossoms were shining all over the room, and I couldn't help but tremble.

The room is full of spring light, the candle flame is romantic, and the charming entanglement rises.

This time tonight doesn't seem to be different from the others, to say that there is. That is, the man's movements are no longer as gentle as before, but a little rough, as if he wants to completely destroy the whole person.

At the end of the night, my hands and feet were sore and weak, and many places were in a mess, which was shocking. Even after all this time, she still couldn't get used to it.

What's more, compared to this nobleman, she would prefer to be with Cui Mei. Just because the latter has concerns, it is not like such a person who ignores them.

The cold wind blows in the morning, and ice cubes hang on the treetops. Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

The sweet floral fragrance has long since faded over time, but the messy color of the bed has not been cleaned, but a new set of clean and unwet quilts has been taken out on the mattress cushion.

"Last night was a little rude, and Hua Nu was hurt in other places." Cui Lan, who tortured people until the sky was slightly bright, only stopped before he smeared the medicine on the wound at this moment, and then spoke up.

"Slave not." He Dangli buried his head in a soft pillow, and the snow-white ketone body was completely exposed to the air. The voice was muffled, with a hint of hoarseness.