╲_/最資zんаńɡ櫛佰dù Search ╰{好}[若] 【书】 /Bar\"The body is just right. Don't drink so much." Wen Hao's eyebrows raised lightly. Grab her white smooth little hand and snatch the wine bottle. A gentle chuckle in his voice: "You little thing is really getting more and more hypocritical. You know that this king will not reject you."

"That might be. Men are all new and hated the old. Maybe the prince will forget about the concubine in the future." Ming Shen pursed her red lips slightly. Soft eyes rolled. It seems to be angry, not angry. Drunk.

He will be emperor in the future. Surrounded by beautiful women in three palaces and six courtyards. I guess I'll never remember her again. It's okay to forget. A person is in pain. It's better than two people suffering together.

Wen Hao is full of enthusiasm. was also doused by her erratic behavior. So he angrily threw the wine bottle on the ground. His throat was hoarse and full of doubts." What the hell is wrong with you today. You have a ghost in your heart. There must be ghosts."

The ghost hiding in the heart is about to part. But she wouldn't tell him. just silently recited the mandarin duck word for him in the bottom of his heart: Hao. Please forgive me for saying goodbye to you in such a cruel way. Because I really don't want you to forget about me so easily.

Ming cautiously turned his gaze away. I can't care about the heat in my cheeks. handed over a bottle of new wine to Wen Hao's lips. I hope he forgets about what he just asked." The prince drank a glass of wine with his concubine. Mandarin ducks. Phoenix Qiuhuang. From now on, you will be my winged bird."

Wen Hao waved his hand and knocked over her wine. Dripping with an amber intoxication. He's a man. The effects of alcohol had ignited a raging fire in him.

So he picked up Ming Shen and walked to the dormitory. I also deliberately forgot about the question just now. But a hint of gloom flashed quickly under his eyes.

Wine marks on the clothes in the poem. Whoever cares about it is who is the bleak meaning.

Ming Shen obediently lay in his warm arms. Just think of such temperatures. Never feel it again. The tip of the stool is sour. I want to cry. but stubbornly did not let it slip......

The hibiscus curtain flutters lightly. Her inky green silk couldn't stand the rudeness. Loose bun. The jet-black hair flowed like the snow was melting. Soft hair like a pink butterfly stained with nectar. Gently and a little ambiguously brushed his cold cheeks.

Wen Hao looked at her with mixed feelings in his heart. Two clusters of jumping flames burned in the depths of the ink eyes." I'm not dreaming. Shen'er. Your good today makes me feel unreal."

"Life is as blurry as a dream. Hand in hand with Luan Feng. Mandarin duck lying at the bottom of the hibiscus tent. Gongjun rippling. Tonight we have this happy fate." Ming Shen smiled seductively. Stretching out her arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Eyes shining like black gems. There are dreamlike beautiful waves.

The soft timbre stirred into his heart like a frost knife. Wen Hao was dumbfounded. She's so thirsty sweet. It's like a lake in a mirage. Seductive demagoguery. It's all a nightmare.

Ming Shen was afraid that he would see the clue. Close your eyes shyly. He put his soft red lips on his dry mouth. The aroma of lotus flowers lingers at the end of the nose. An intoxicating smell more than wine. Drift through the air.

At that moment. Wen Hao was in a trance. It's just a dream. The heat rises from the abdomen. He was anti-customer-oriented and gnawed on her delicate lips. Will all unspeakable affection. Through this kiss is deeply imprinted on each other's hearts.

"You're mine. Don't play tricks on me behind my back." Wen Hao's condescending gentle warning. I can't suppress my inner impulse anymore. Wildly clinging to her hot heavy body. The brocade robe and skirt fell to the ground as the arms were raised. Two bodies overlapping each other. Inch by inch burning blazing flames.

"Hao. After tonight. I will always be your woman." Ming Shen tilted his head and gasped. Humble endurance. Tears of deep sorrow overflowed from the clear eyes. Fingertip lightly buckle carved bed rails. It turned out to be a pattern of double lotus.

How could you ask for more.

What more could you ask for.

Accompany you to enjoy 3,000 games. Let yourself do this tonight.

She shook her body jerkyly out of a glamorous mood. Collide violently with each other. Let love through friction. I want to burn even more, I want to live and die. The blazing heat doesn't seem to burn the two of them to death. Never stop.

After the joy steals. Ming Shen Shuang Jing red. I can't tell if it's shame or annoyance. Let Wen Hao surround her. Quiet night. The deep affection that can't be dissolved surrounds them. Only the sound of heartbeats crashing against each other. Pouring out the lovesickness over the years.

"Little things. You've changed."

"For better or for worse."

"It feels strange. It also scares me. It's like you're going to disappear the next moment."

"Heh. The prince is actually scared sometimes."

Wen Hao sat up slowly. Looking down at her, he looked longing: "You love me, don't you?"

"Yes. I love you." Mingshen's fair skin is light pink after love. Eye waves flow between them. With a glamorous brilliance.

Wen Hao is now full of suspicions. But she didn't want to say. He didn't ask.

If it weren't for the fact that there were a few traces of joy left on her. Traces of love. He even felt greedy for joy just in. It's just a beautiful spring dream.

...

The second day at dusk. Nightshade brought enough food and grass to last for a hundred days. Wen Hao instructed Murong Fan to take command to fight against Bai Pengfei. And let Nanan Shizi raid the various vassal kings who rushed to Kyoto to rescue along the way. Leave General Meng and Uncle Huang's men and horses. Stockpiling troops.

He arranged everything after a precise one. I went back to the dormitory early. He remembered how tempting the little thing in his arms had been last night. In an instant, a warm current quietly slipped through his chest.

But the moment he pushed the door and walked into the dormitory. Things have long been wrong. I saw the palace maids kneeling on the ground. The acacia bed has long since gone to the nest. Only a thin note was left. Lying quietly on the desk. Written on it is a line of delicate small letters: Work hard to add food, don't miss the concubine. Jinshui soup soup. Never with you.

Last night, her voice was still in my ears. The sweet vows are as beautiful and bizarre as they are spoken. Today, he left a book in a dashing manner. There is no such cheap thing in the world.

The anger in Wen Hao's heart swept up like a bobo wave. Angry shredding of the paper. The deep and sharp eyes shine directly at everyone. He asked in a deep voice, "When did your master leave?"

Moon Charm looked terrified. Timidly replied: "Hui Ye's words. When discovered. It's already dusk."

"You bunch of shit. I can't even look at a person. Do you want to die?" Wen Hao's eyes were sharp. Gritted his teeth and drank angrily. A big hand swept over the desk. Inkstone on top with teacup. All of them fell to the ground. Make a screeching sound.

The people trembled and fell to their knees. My body trembled with fear.

Only Xizi. Even if he knew that Wen Hao was angry at this time. But he still stubbornly said: "Master Shen went to see Murong Gongzi yesterday evening. I don't know if I ran away with her......"

"Go and bring Murong Fan to this king." Wen Hao's violent roar. The face is cloudy like a storm. Dare to hit his woman's idea. He found out that the man must be very strict.

It's best not to have anything to do with Murong Fan about this matter. Otherwise, it will be a good friend for many years. He will not spare it.

"Yo. What's going on. It's a big battle. His Royal Highness Prince Rui doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Which daring one. I'm mad at you like this." A playful and flirtatious ridicule came. Murong Fan wore a luxurious purple brocade robe. Walked in with a breeze.

He smiled and walked over to Wen Hao. He turned his head and looked around at the next group of minions who were on their knees. The crystal-like mysterious eyes are full of playfulness. A look of waiting to see a good show.

Wen Hao rushed to Murong Fan's side. grabbed him by the hem of his shirt. His eyes were filled with anger. Like a mighty tiger. asked, "You found Shen'er at dusk yesterday. I told her something."

Murong Fan's wrist was forced. Smashed Wen Hao's hand down. Slowly tidied up the placket. smiled like a no-nonsense person: "It's nothing more than to let her serve the prince well. Just a few words of comfort to stay by your side."

"When does the woman of this king need you to comfort her?" Wen Hao's eyes narrowed coldly. The hands hidden under the brocade sleeves are clenched into fists. The green tendons on the back of the hand are swollen. The sound of the joints "Gege".

"The minister just loves the house and the black. The prince won't even eat this vinegar." Murong Fan still had a smile on his lips. He didn't seem to pay attention to his obvious anger at all.

He knew Wen Hao's violent temper. And he treats those close to him without favoritism. But as long as he is in absolute denial. He didn't take it for himself.

"Xizi. Now go and send the night charm to the palace of Sichuan Shu and ban it. You can't go out unless you are called." Wen Hao's cold face was covered with coldness. Deliberately ordered to be tempted. Glancing at Murong Fan's expression with cold eyes. He'd better not admit it. Otherwise......

Everything just needs to mention the Night Charm. Murong Fan couldn't calm down anymore. Pick the hem of your clothes. Fall on one knee. Said anxiously: "One person does things and one person does. Concubine Shen was forced away by her ministers. The prince wants to dispose of it. Just dispose of the minister. But. Woe to your wife and children."

"You also know that woe to your wife and children is not a disaster. Then why are you still going to force this king's Shen'er away?" The green tendons on Wen Hao's forehead burst out. There was an incomparably cold aura on his body." Which way she went. Hurry up and get out."

Murong Fan is for his good. He knows. But he really shouldn't have done it. No wonder that little thing changed its normal behavior yesterday. It really hurt her heart.

"The minister won't say it." The smile on the corner of Murong Fan's lips gradually converged. His expression was rare and solemn." If the prince loves her; It's a big deal to wait until the great cause is accomplished to find her. But you can't make her your Achilles' heel at the moment. We must not lose. I can't afford to lose."

Wen Hao glared at him fiercely. I just felt that the anger had completely burned him. Suddenly pulled one of his right arms. Just listen to the sound of "card rub". Ruthlessly wrenched his arm alive.

"Ahh Severe bone pain from broken joints. In an instant, it had swept all over Murong Fan's body. It made his whole back cool all at once.

"To say it or not to say it. I am not afraid that this king will rule others in the way of others. Separate you from the Night Charm couple?" Wen Hao's voice was cold without a trace of temperature. Staring at Murong Fan's eyes. It's full of rage.

He's been merciful. If this matter is a change of people. I'm afraid he would have been broken into thousands of pieces a long time ago.

"Whoever dares to do this. Dare to bear the consequences. Anyone who knows that the prince will not send the night charm away. The prince also knew that he would never allow a disaster like Concubine Shen's. Back to you." Murong Fan lowered his head and covered his broken wrist. There was a touch of determination in his eyes that was harder than iron.

Wen Hao knew that although he was a little poor and slippery on the surface. But in his bones, he is a man who would rather bend than bend. As long as he doesn't want to say. Torture is also useless. Moreover. He couldn't let go of that heart to torture his best friend for many years. I had to reluctantly close my eyes.

After a long silence. He finally opened his eyes and looked at Murong Fan. The voice of vicissitudes of life said: "This king begs you. Where is she?"

Murong Fan looked at Wen Hao in disbelief. I even wonder if I've heard it wrong.

If he's not mistaken. This is the first time Wen Hao has begged someone. Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass. It seems that the words of the red face and the water are true.

Murong Fan sighed in mourning. The voice was almost inaudible: "Follow the route of Ninguta . It shouldn't take two hours to get her back."

"Xizi. Prepare the horses." Wen Hao gets the answer. Don't dare to delay for a moment. Turn around and walk away. A group followed. Fish out of the way.

...

Amber twilight with a faint haze. Dots of sunlight jump through the gaps in the leaves. Ming Shen wears a fiery red and vigorous military service uniform. Walk into the deep forest trail.

This time I left. After it will be indefinite. The years are bleak. Do not sue for the sake of death.

She ended a dream that haunted her life. Just to have a lifetime of stability. Abandon the chains of the world. Just for a moment of tranquility. But the memory is still ups and downs. Just for the deep and shallow love.

A few wails hovered overhead. She looked up at the sky. The flock of geese that have lost their heads. Flee in panic. Defeated army. Don't think about it. to know what fate they will face.

And what fate awaits her. Ming Shen has no way of knowing. You can only move forward step by step. Don't dare to look back.

Flowers bloom only for fate. Even tens of millions of autumn industries can't tolerate the dust of the floating world. Fortunately, God still favored her. Not only did she escape from the palace. It also allows her to reunite with her loved ones. This is already a great gift. What else could she hope for?

The twilight fades. Night is coming. The air around is eerily silent. Ming Shen is so tired that he can't walk. He sat down on a bluestone and rested. Looking at a crescent moon in the sky. Between the eyebrows, there was a touch of melancholy that cleared the smoke.

Just as her mind wandered. Suddenly a number of black people appeared in the forest and surrounded her.

Ming Shen's expression tightened. Hurriedly prepared to take the baggage and escape as soon as possible. Who knew that she had just grabbed her baggage. Turning around. I saw a cold light passing in front of her eyes. The sharp edge of the sword reached her throat.

"Who sent you?" Mingshen's face condensed. There was a chill in his eyes. Raised eyebrows asked.