If it is broken, it means that there is no flower on the tree, but it can be cut into flowers with colored silk and glued to the tree, and it is made of a real flower. The metaphor will seek profit from this, and others will reap it. It's like this tree has no flowers, but a tree can have flowers. The ribbon cutting is sticky, and it is not easy for those who do not observe it carefully. So that the flowers and trees complement each other, and become exquisite. This Gebu elite soldiers are in the formation of friendly forces, and they can complete their momentum to threaten the enemy. Because the situation on the battlefield is complex and ever-changing, commanders can easily be confused by illusions. Therefore, being good at arranging fake situations, skillfully arranging ecstasy arrays, and bluffing, can deter or even defeat the enemy. In this way, Hua Nu has understood. ”

"Hmm." He Dangli nodded as if he didn't understand, and pointed to another person who didn't know much about going up to the house today.

"I don't know if I understand it or what it means." The man approached with a smile, his warm breath close at hand. The big broad hands tightened the waist in the arms.

"Slaves don't understand." For things that have never been touched, let alone knowing their meanings, I am afraid that they may even recognize their words. It's also a shame to say.

"It's good that I understand, but why are the flower slaves so tricky." The man seemed to be in a good mood, hugged the person in his slightly thin arms, and then said softly; "The intention of going up to the house and drawing the ladder is to falsely instigate it to be in front of it, cut off its support, and fall into the place of death." The original intention of this scheme was to lure someone up to a tall building, and then remove the ladder and put them in a difficult situation. As a military strategy, it refers to deliberately exposing flaws, providing convenience to the opponent, luring him to go deeper, and then cutting off his reinforcements and forcing him to fall into a desperate situation. If you want to "draw a ladder", you must first "set up a ladder", so the key to using this strategy is to lure the enemy into a trap, and skillfully place the interests that are enough to attract the opponent in front of the enemy, so that it is possible to mobilize the enemy and lure him to "go up the ladder." ”

"Hua Nu likes military books so much, maybe he will become a general in the future, and when the time comes, don't forget the halfway division of Gongzi." Jasper's hands in her arms gradually tightened, as if she wanted to imprison people forever, and her warm breath was shallow and evenly sprayed on her cheeks.

"At that time, the flower slave doesn't know which kid is cheaper, and it's really enviable and jealous." The man only felt that the moonlight was very beautiful tonight, and the breeze was not dry. The roses bloomed all over the garden, and they directly bowed their heads and kissed the person in their arms.

The little man in his arms is like a tempting pastry in his eyes, the food is sweet, the aftertaste is endless, and he can't wait to swallow it in one bite.

"Whew..." He Dangli, who was accustomed to obedience and the arms of men, raised his head, stood on tiptoe, and was forced to accept a man's thin and long kiss.

The curly eyelashes were half-drooping, hiding the indifference in his eyes. The small white and thin hands grasped the man's waistline, trying not to press on the edge of the wound.

The breeze blew through the branches, blowing off a few rose petals, leaving the ground full of crimson beauty. The fragrance is still full of branches.

Tonight's moon seems to be extraordinarily large and round, intertwined with green silk, breathing close to each other, and the soft light gently shrouds the two people who hug each other tightly by the window. It's like crossing a layer of light-colored silver-gray gold edges, so beautiful that it is so unreal and dreamy.

The man was unable to sit and lie down due to a hip injury, and could only lie on his stomach or stand.

The building is still full of people coming and going, and people are full of voices, and they are acting on the spot. The guests walked with each other, and the hexagonal crystal glass lanterns hanging under the high eaves flickered on and off. The sound insulation effect of each floor of the pavilion is always a little touching, but fortunately, after listening to it for a long time, even people have a little numbness.

One doesn't care, and the other is an unenlightened elm pimple that doesn't know what it is.

From time to time, there were several embarrassing voices from the next door across the wall, and when I heard them, I couldn't help but blush, and my heart beat faster.

He Dang was lying in the bed in a daze with a half-new light cyan round-necked robe given by a man, and a man who was sleeping on his stomach outside with only his upper body and his lower pants missing. The blue hair of the crow splashed like a landscape painting is scattered at will, and the pure white embroidered gold flower obscene clothes form a strange and beautiful strange pattern.

"Hua Nu is lying on the bed with me like this, aren't you afraid of what I will do to Hua Nu?" The man lay on the bed, his half-closed peach blossom eyes were full of intense affection, and his hands seemed to be idle and hooked a few strands of hair around him to play with his fingertips.

Hook and hook, entanglement and lingering.

The white fingertips are wrapped in a few strands of black/silk. The ultimate temptation of black and white, I don't know whether it is to make people sigh the charm of black or the demon of white.

"The slave knows that the son will not." Without hesitation, he answered categorically.

He Dang was lying obediently beside the man, the two were so close that they could kiss each other as long as they were out of place, not to mention that even the breath they breathed was coming and going.

A pair of obsidian-black pupils still shone brightly even in the dark, and they didn't pay much attention to the man's movements. It's just that the movement of her tail finger slightly hooking the ice silk quilt under her body reveals a trace of her panic.

"That's right, now I'm about to become a disabled person, how can I still have the strength to force a flower slave." There were several faint wry smiles on the man's lips, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or others.

The bitter smile was quickly hidden, and then he changed into the frivolous appearance that he usually couldn't do in Jiao'erlang, and said with a smile; "But if the flower slave is worried about it one day, or is confused by the beauty of this son, I don't know how good it is to force this son, then I will lie down under me and let the flower slave move, if the flower slave is tired by the time, it is not impossible to change me to act."

He Dangli, who was as clear as a face, turned slightly sideways and looked at the jasper with autumn waves in his eyes and moisturizing his lips. Needless to say, just the hand that was clutching the sheet under him loosened a little.

"If I had known that there would be today, I might have to eat the flower slave in advance. The flower slave was born so well, and he still dangled in front of me all day long, and I don't know how I could bear it, alas. Biyu leaned sideways slightly, supporting her chin with one hand, and a pair of narrow peach blossoms looked at the person sleeping next to her with a little regret.

In a trance, I remembered the first time I saw the flower slave.

At that time, the flower slave had just been sold into the flower building, except for the face that was better, the whole person was thin and small, and the whole person was like a layer of skin and flesh wrapped in a skeleton. Do the most inferior pouring night incense and carry its heavy objects, or go to serve the sick girl and the little girl in the building. Obviously, every day, I only get two black and small steamed buns to fill my stomach, but I always give half of them to the wild cats on the wall to eat.

He didn't know whether he was stupid or because he had a pure heart, and he seemed to have reported someone to serve him because of this, who would have thought that he would pick up such a treasure casually.

The night breeze blows, blowing a string of glazed wind chimes hanging under the eaves of Zhanyan, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"The slave knows that Childe will not be this kind of person, and the slave will not be like Childe said, and Childe is a good person." He Dangli, who was a little flustered by the man's hot gaze, stared at the rain-blue tassel Keiko hanging on the side of the bed curtain with a little distraction.

Because she felt that the depths of Childe's eyes were very clean, so clean that at first she thought that she was such a dirty and rancid person who was not worthy of being by his side at all. At one point, he was so inferior that he didn't dare to speak, let alone look at the son who was as close as an immortal like now.

But sometimes fate always comes so coincidentally and unexpectedly.

The worst self meets the same bad person.

"Poof." I don't know which sentence provoked the man's smile, and even the gloomy color between his eyebrows faded a little.

"How can the flower slave be so cute and so stupid that it makes me happy. If Hua Nu and I didn't meet in this building, or if they weren't in this building, how good would it be, I would definitely ask Hua Nu to go back and be a child daughter-in-law for me to raise and give birth to seventeen or eighteen children to my son. The man took her hand and nibbled on it to his lips, a deep smile leaking from her lips.

With the strength of the sharp tiger teeth, the bite is not deep, but there is a kind of charming and restrained state.

At that time, He Dangli, who was still young, didn't know what liking was and what affection was, because no one had taught her these. Even the master, who had only taught her for three months, never told her what it was, all he knew was the coexistence of equivalent exchange and interests, and the fact that the son was very good to her.

It should be the only person she has been good to her in the past ten years, except for the mysterious master. But she didn't understand why Childe was so good to her, and he didn't even ask for the equivalent exchange from herself.

I still need to return later, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable and want to pull my hair just thinking about it.

"Childe, you've pressed the slave's hair." He Dangli's ears were licked by men / It was a little itchy, and it was wet like a layer of shiny water. couldn't help but reach out and nudge the action of pushing his feet down, and I was afraid that I would touch his wound too hard, and I would still be bitter at that time.

"Hua Nu is such a nerd who doesn't know how to have fun." Jasper, who is nearly a round older than He Dang, is only twenty this year, but the whole person feels like the vicissitudes of life after thousands of sails.

He doesn't live like the living person who greets him with a stiff mask and a smile in the middle of the building.

He couldn't explain why he had a desire for such a young child, and even he sometimes couldn't help but spit that he wasn't a person. At first, I just felt that such a good color as the flower slave should not appear in such a filthy place, but should find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, marry an ordinary rich and noble family as a wife, teach a husband and children, and hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son and live a happy life. It's not like the road ahead is unknown, the back road has been blocked, not to mention a group of jackals, tigers and leopards that are eyeing each other.