Luo Zhongming smiled ambiguously at Luo Yunyao: "Besides, worship knows no borders." ”

Luo Yunyao didn't expect Qin Jinghao's charm to be so great, from an eighty-year-old man to a child.

Sure enough, there is no god of war in the rivers and lakes, and there are legends of the god of war everywhere.

At this time, Luo Yunyao was still infinitely emotional, and heard Luo Zhongming over there say with a straight face: "Moreover, the most important thing is that after Biluo returns to the country, it will definitely be an unavoidable war, and this god of war will be like a divine help, God bless." ”

Luo Yunyao nodded and agreed: "My daughter was like this from the beginning. ”

…… Suddenly I realized that something was wrong. It seems to be saying that it is because General Qin can help her Biluo restore the country and win the battle, so Luo Yunyao is with General Qin.

Luo Zhongming said worriedly: "However, Jing Hao is also a general of Western Qin, and it is not very convenient for Bi to come out, so it is easy to find someone to talk to." ”

This Luo Yunyao naturally thought about it, but now listening to Luo Zhongming's words, his heart was excited, and he thought: It's only been a few seconds, and Daddy Luo has already recognized his son-in-law so quickly?

Sure enough, becoming a popular male god, what can become incomparably simple.

Luo Yunyao replied to her with Qin Jinghao back then, and replied to Luo Zhongming respectfully: "It's okay, he has a way." ”

Luo Zhongming smiled and wrinkled: "Good boy." ”

Luo Yunhua stretched out his palm and touched Murong Xuan's forehead, and the not so hot temperature from his palm let him know that Murong Xuan's wind and cold were a little better. He lowered his head and chuckled, his eyes were filled with affection and tenderness that he had never noticed, his palm was reluctant to leave and gently stroked Murong Xuan's face, his fingertips crossed her fair and delicate forehead, thin eyebrows as faint as a distant mountain, a small and straight nose, and lips that should have been red and beautiful but pale and bloodless at this time. Luo Yunhua's eyes flashed slightly, with a hint of distress, and his palm gently rubbed Murong Xuan's fair face.

Murong Xuanjun, who was sleeping well, frowned slightly, and his head swayed slightly, looking like he wanted to avoid Luo Yunhua's palm, and yes, Luo Yunhua is a practitioner, and the palm of his hand is indispensable to the thin cocoons that have arisen when he has practiced martial arts over the years, and at this time, this slightly calloused palm rubs against the fair and delicate face, which naturally makes people feel uncomfortable.

Murong Xuanjun was breathing slightly, and he was about to wake up. Luo Yunhua was stunned, she never expected that her gentle stroking of her would wake her up, but in an instant, she quickly removed her palm from her face, glanced at Murong Jue deeply, and then her eyes were light, so that people couldn't see the look in his eyes.

Murong Xuanjun opened his eyes as if he was struggling and looked at the top of the bed with a little confusion. When I saw Luo Yunhua sitting safely, her pupils shrunk, and when she fell into the water, she was deeply disappointed, painful, and hopeless, and she swept in again, it turned out that she was not dead... It's really not that easy... Even if he is unwilling to participate in their relationship in every way, who knows his intentions in the end, and who knows his intentions? In the end, either his delicate and beautiful concubine came to him to swear sovereignty, or he suddenly approached the domineering and powerful...... With such a gentleness and charm that can charm people's hearts...... Murong Jue was stunned, discarded the thoughts that flashed in his mind, looked at the eldest young master Luo beside the bed, pursed his lips slightly, and smiled: "The eldest young master is not at Mrs. Qiying's place at this time, what are you doing here with me?" The decoration of this place is not as gorgeous and exquisite as the place next to it, and I am afraid that it will not be able to enter the eyes of the eldest young master. What's more, my place is very small, and I'm afraid I can't accommodate the big Buddha of the eldest young master. Her smile was gentle and delicate, as if with a glow that melted the winter snow.

Luo Yunhua stared at Murong Xuanjun deadly, and heard the sarcasm in and out of her words clearly, and anger surged into his heart, but when he saw her smile, even if there was a bit of truth and falsehood in her smile, and he knew it clearly, he was still very fascinated by her smile, and wanted to blurt out the words, but at this time, he couldn't say it anyway, so he could only sigh lightly and said with a smile: "Good, don't make trouble." I'm here to watch over you. After saying that, he seemed to feel faceless again, and added: "In this world, there are not many people who can be served by Young Master Ben." ”

Murong Xuanjun listened to his calm tone as if she wanted to take everything away, and couldn't help but feel resentful in her heart, she had never made trouble! The love between him and Zhang Qiying entangled her and she never wanted to participate, why could he bully her like this? Is he her husband? However, what kind of husband is he? She had an angry face, and the mockery in her words was no longer hidden: "Serve? The service of the eldest young master should be kept and returned to Mrs. Queying, after all, Mrs. Queying's body is delicate and weak, what kind of affection is pretending to be here with me, these feelings are long, let's go back and show Mrs. Queying. I'm strong and strong, I'm afraid I can't be served by the eldest young master! After Murong Juejun finished speaking, he struggled to get up, pulled down the cool handkerchief on his forehead and held it in his hand, looked at Luo Yunhua's slowly clenched hand, and smiled slightly, with a bit of genuine mockery......

Luo Yunhua's big hand slowly clenched, and anger slowly swept through his heart: "Murong Juejun, what else do you want?" He stared at her deadly, he Luo Yunhua had never been so aggrieved in his life! He had done his best to give her tenderness, and she was so uninteresting and unappreciative! Is this woman's heart made of iron? But his anger slowly subsided when he saw the paleness that Murong Xuanjun's face couldn't hide: That's it, she just fell into the water, and she is not in a very good mood now, besides, her temper is not known now. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at it, why should I bother with a person who is still sick: "Okay, you just fell into the water last night and contracted the wind cold, lie down quickly, don't joke about your body." He reached out to help her to lie down.

Murong Xuanjun turned sideways slightly, dodged his hand, threw the handkerchief he was holding on the ground as if he was angry, and then lay back on the bed, his face still full of sarcasm: "Young Master, please go back, I'm tired." Luo Yunhua looked at her stubborn and stubborn movements, and was angry with her for a while, and didn't know what to say, so she silently recited it in her heart several times: She is a patient, she is a patient. Looking at her cheeks that were slightly red because she had just gotten up, it was indescribably interesting and lovely, Luo Yunhua stretched out her hand and couldn't help but want to touch it. "Smack." Murong Juejun waved his hand away with the same expression: "The eldest young master, please respect yourself." There was real indifference and ruthlessness in the words.

Rao is him, no matter how good the young master Luo is, no matter how good his temper is, at this time, it is also last night's anger, mixed with the anger at the moment, rolling in his heart: "Murong Xuan! You don't have to be ashamed! Murong Jue's lips were lightly hooked, with undisguised mockery in her eyes, the disappointment and pain of falling into the water last night swept along with the anger at this time, and the cherry lips opened lightly, and she was about to speak. Young lady, drink the medicine. Bi Tao walked in with a sandalwood tray and a medicine bowl.

Bi Tao gently put the tray on the table, turned around and timidly saluted the man who was angry at the moment in the room, and then came over with the medicine bowl, "Young lady, the slave maid is waiting for you to use medicine." "Hmm." Murong Xuanjun lightly covered his eyes, and there was no anger on his face. When Bi Tao approached, Luo Yunhua reached out and took the medicine bowl, stirred it gently with a spoon, and sighed: "I'll come, you go down first." Bi Tao hesitantly glanced at her master, and after getting Murong Jue's approval, she gave a salute and then retreated.

Luo Yunhua scooped up a spoonful of medicine, put it to his lips and blew it gently, before sending it to Murong Xuanjun's lips, seeing her drink it, he sighed slightly, he really owed her: "I ...... with Que Ying" After thinking about it, he seemed to feel that it was not easy to speak, and changed his words: "I was not good before, since I married you, whether it is out of responsibility or whatever, it should not give people the opportunity to embarrass you." I'll come to you more in the future. ”

Murong Juejun lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but there were flaws everywhere in his voice, and he was strong and stubborn: "No need, without your coming, I would have lived a easier life." ”

This is true, but there is no such string, and there is no stumbling string. Murong Xuanjun is still that orchid, the flowers are blooming and breezy, quiet and arrogant, independent of heaven and earth.

The damage Luo Yunhua caused to her is not something that can be remedied by visiting her every day, and their family really owes her together.

And he, knowing that every time he held hands and moved his feet with her, he was pouring salt on the wounds, but he couldn't control his care and care for her no matter what.

Coward. Luo Yunzhen found that the word that Murong Juejun had scolded him before was so accurate.

The brown Chinese medicine couldn't see his face clearly, but Luo Yunhua lowered his head vigorously to see it clearly: "Xuan'er......"

Almost invisibly, she saw Murong Xuan's gently trembling shoulders trembling even more violently, and she tried her best to calm herself.

Ring. Linger ...... It turned out that he, like her, remembered this long-lost title.

Married into Luofu and kept the dry courtyard alone. Murong Xuanjun's thinking that she had nothing to do was scattered, and she couldn't help but think about whether it was a big dream now, and she was still in Bianzhou when she woke up. It's still a big dream before, and she didn't have a section with Luo Yunhua when she rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

The sentence "Xuanjun'er" clearly and cruelly told Murong that Xuanjun was actually not a dream.

How we looked at each other and laughed before, and now we hate each other.

Really, truly.

Luo Yunhua scooped a spoonful with a spoon, and turned it over again, his voice was deep, and it was still as beautiful as ever: "When the dust settles, I will give you back your freedom and peace." ”

Let's go apart.

Murong Juejun was silent for a while, probably suppressing his whimper, sorting out his emotions, and softly "en", but he could still hear that this was not his usual crisp voice.