Even the words that come out of their mouths revolve around what the other person wants to hear; "Brother Agarwood, don't you want to take the general Shuangsu and fly away, leave here and start again in a place where no one knows you. Go to a place where no one knows who you are anymore and no one robs you of the general? ”

That's what he even dreamed of, he thought.

And now the opportunity is in front of him, a place within reach.

It's like Satan's apple, full of temptation.

At that time, the lights of the home market, the sheng song everywhere in the building, the breeze and the sound of the trees, the starlight in the night.

The two walked on the deserted street, holding hands, like an ordinary couple.

Su Yanguang thought of that word, and his white face suddenly turned red with shyness. From time to time, I secretly looked at him, and I only felt that my heart was filled with honey.

Tonight, the moonlight is as clear and clear as soft water, and the clear light is flowing, meaning tranquility.

The interior was turned into a red tent, and the spring was endless.

This year's New Year seems to be particularly difficult, for He Dangli, but for someone, the recent period is like setting off firecrackers and lighting lanterns every day for the holidays.

Officials take a holiday on the first two days of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the holiday lasts for ten days, but if there is any major incident in it, it still needs to be dealt with.

The fine white snowflakes in the sky were still fluttering, falling on the pedestrians on the street. The overwhelmed plum branches were bent and snowflakes fell down, smashing down small puddles of snow one after another, deep or shallow, large and small.

He Dangli didn't hold an umbrella, he stood in a plum forest, and his hand was uncontrollably trying to catch the snow. It's like trying to catch the tiny fate that is almost nothing, but due to the excessive body temperature on the person's body, the snowflakes will always turn into a puddle of snow not long after touching her hand.

"When did Ah Li learn the vassal and elegant manners of the literati." The man in the white jade belt and the plum green round-necked silk robe walked out under the eaves, and the jade with distinct bones held an azure red plum oil paper umbrella in his hand.

"I'm just looking at it at random, where can I compare to the Lord Regent who came to the mountain to enjoy the plum and wine tasting." He Dang half-raised the corners of his lips and showed a sarcastic smile.

I only felt sick for the red plum branch handed over by the man, let alone reaching out to touch it, lest it look like something filthy.

"Why do you need to do this to this king, you need to know that everything this king does is for Li'er." The man sighed faintly, as if in response to her vexatious trouble.

"Huh, really? I don't know when the regent's face is so thick that he can say that he is so good for me that he is evil everywhere. "He Dangli dodged away, a pair of hibiscus faces were as cold as frost, and the eyes were so cold that they could stab people;" The regent and the general are their own masters, so it is better not to get too close, so as not to be seen by outsiders and gossip. ”

"If it's gossip between me and Li'er, what can it be called, you and I are just cultivating feelings in advance, or is Li'er actually the same as this king thinks. It's just that he's shy and thin-skinned, and it's hard to speak. Qing and ignored her coldness and vicious words, after all, it was much better than he had imagined.

As the saying goes, if there is no love, there will be hatred, and in the same way, hatred can give birth to love.

"Get out." He Dangli, who was inexplicably taken here after the next duty, was extremely uneasy, who knew that he would meet this unlucky madman.

Even though spring is now in place, there is still a little less green in Jinling City, and the snow is getting thicker. Even the gorgeous red plums on the withered brown branches did not know how much they had fallen, and they were all over the ground crimson to increase their sadness.

Even if they were far away on the mountain, they could see the festive and gorgeous red spreading from the city to the outside of the city, and the vermilion lanterns were hung high, always exchanging the new peach for the old one. However, the snow-white mountain stream at the top of the mountain is separated from it, but it is like two different worlds.

There is no age in the mountains, and even the temperature is a few points lower than elsewhere. The green buds have been seen under the mountain, but the mountain is still dry yellow and fallen leaves sweeping all over the ground, whistling cold wind sweeping, blowing all over the ground rustling.

"We've said it, you've seen it, can you let me go now." He Dangli, who was already impatient, flashed sideways past the man's physical touch, and his face was full of disgust and floated on the surface, not hiding his appearance.

Even getting closer to him was like avoiding something disgusting and unlucky.

"Li'er, do you really hate this king so much now?" Qinghe didn't pay attention to her cynicism and cold face, maybe he has met a lot in recent times, and even the degree of people's cheekiness is increasing day by day.

Bad words are better than pure hearts and few desires, and people don't know how much better if they don't know each other on the other side.

If there is no love in the heart, where is the hatred? Where does love come from without hate, after all, love and hate in this world will never come so suddenly.

"If this king does something wrong, as long as Li'er says it, this king will change it immediately, I just hope that Li'er won't look at me with this kind of eyes and eyes that look at the enemy." The man's broad and powerful shoulders did not allow her to refuse half a point, and when she had not yet reacted. Directly from behind, he hugged the person in his arms, and forcibly imprisoned him in his arms and couldn't move for half a minute.

The delicate Canaanite woody fragrance is mixed with sweet and elegant floral notes, which are intertwined and intertwined.

"Let go of me." He Dangli was directly exposed from the green tendons in her forehead, she never thought that she would be stupid twice for the same move, and both times it was the same person.

For a long time, even she couldn't help but wonder if her title of general was in name only. It's like just a good-looking embroidered pillow, but it's actually empty and full of straw bales.

And all this has increased in addition to meeting this person.

"If this king lets go of Li'er, Li'er will definitely leave my side immediately, this king is reluctant, even if you hate me and hate me." Qinghe's warm tone was even, and a shallow spray was applied to her cheeks and sensitive earlobes. It's itchy, and it feels like you want to scratch.

And this is not the most important, but the Gu worms buried in her body have long been familiar with the taste on Qinghe's body. Now just holding her, even if she doesn't do anything, it will inevitably make her legs a little crisp and her waist soft, and she can't help but hate her disgusting physique.

"I said let you let go of me, did you hear it, Qinghe." He Dangli seemed to squeeze out from between his teeth, full of cold anger, but with a rare hint of despair. The weak hand that was weak because of the drug pushed her out hard, and even her fingers were pulling her away one by one.

At this moment, she doesn't know whether she is disgusted with the / absurd/lewd/unscrupulous Gu worm in her body or she is getting worse / lewd / so that she can no longer leave the man's body, no matter which one it is, it is unspeakable, and even angry to the point of losing her mind.

And all this is thanks to the person in front of her, if it weren't for him, she would not have evolved into such a form.

A pickled existence that even she hated and didn't want to admit.

"I don't want to, I just want to hold my son like this, and I want to say sorry to you." The deep voice contained a deep apology, and even the cold and biting Wuthering Mountain wind did not blow half a sentence.

"I'm sorry, I know that you must hate me and hate me now, but I'm still greedy and can't help but want to beg you for a word of forgiveness." The man's slightly cold arm was so strong and powerful at the moment that he seemed to have to forcibly inlay her into his flesh and bones before he could give up.

Or simply hope that time can stand still for a brief moment, without passing or leaving.

But everything he said and did was nothing but self-deception.

A red plum petal in the courtyard falls with the wind, leaving the ground full of crimson beauty, and the dark fragrance comes to the face.

"Oh, I'm sorry." A sharp voice burst through the air.

He Dangli was like hearing the funniest joke, and he almost burst into tears. Why didn't she find out before that Qinghe was not only a madman who was inconsistent with the outside but also liked to deceive herself. Cheeky people.

"You think that the harm you did to me at the beginning would be gone with such a simple word of sorry, Qinghe, you really make me sick." The corners of his lips rose, evoking a sarcastic sneer.

"If it weren't for the fact that I am now under your control, I would have long wanted to kill someone and dismantle your body for thousands of pieces before I can relieve my anger, how would I accept your apology. I am not a Virgin Mary, second, I am not a living bodhisattva who saves suffering, and third, I am a fool who waits for someone to slap you, and then licks his face and slaps you again. I tell you that if you hadn't drugged me, I wouldn't have let you go so easily, even if the fish died and fell forever into hell. He Dangli, who couldn't struggle again and again, closed his eyes and couldn't see it.

"You let go of me, I don't want to see you, and I don't want to let you go." The tough tone was useless, like a soft punch on the cotton, so he began to soften his tone.

As a big husband, he naturally needs to be able to bend and stretch, as long as he achieves the final goal, he will not give up.

"If you kill me to relieve Li'er's anger, the poor monk is willing to sacrifice his head with his own hands, just hoping that Li'er can go back to the past with the poor monk, okay." Anyone can say nice love words, but once he makes it, it is difficult to reach the sky.

After all, a verbal promise is always a verbal promise, and whoever doesn't know if the other party has the opportunity to turn around will forget it all.

She was willing to believe in the past, but that was only before.

The rain in early spring is always trickling down, although the spring rain is as expensive as oil, but when there is more oil, it is also a disaster.

The eaves are slippery and ticking, splashing wet in early spring, annoying dreams, and the remnants of red and yellow are so embarrassed that they trample on the wheel for flower fertilizer, which is the beautiful scenery of dewed green branches, but the ground is a quagmire.