The little guy is overbearing...

The two strings of sugar gourds were all eaten by herself, and she didn't give him a taste.

Jun Chen smiled, he remembered that at that time, he had a bad attack and snatched the last sugar gourd in the mouth of Jun Xi, the little group.

Just thinking about it, but found that he had become a young Junchen, he saw Xiao Tuanzi greedily bite off the last sugar gourd, and his hand stretched out uncontrollably, the villain looked back in a daze, but he held the villain's face, and then ...... Snatched the last sugar gourd in her mouth!

He kissed Junxi, and the taste was the same as the sugar gourd he snatched from her mouth back then, it was sweet.

"Wow", the little man sat on the ground with his buttocks, and began to cry at the top of his throat.

Junchen became a bystander again.

He saw that his face was a little flustered when he was a teenager, his face was flushed, and he squatted in front of the female doll: "Don't cry, I'll buy you another one." ”

The female doll did not give up: "I want that ......"

"I've already eaten it, and there's no ......" The young man was a little at a loss, and even the tips of his ears turned pink.

"That'...... Then I'm going to ride a big horse! The female doll's eyes washed with tears were amazingly bright.

The boy was silent, and the girl was about to cry again.

He slowly leaned down, and the female doll happily stepped on the young man's neck with short legs, and grabbed the young man's hair: "Horse ride!" Horses! ”

The young Junchen turned his head, his eyes were very dark, as dark as the night without stars, and he said, "Junxi, you will suffer in the future!" ”

She rode him as a big horse when she was a child, and later ...... Do you want to change it back......

The smile on the corner of Jun Chen's mouth didn't hook up for long.

In the dim living room, the palace hung with white silk, and on the tablet in the mourning hall, the words "King of Zhenbei" stabbed Junchen's eyes.

The beautiful and dignified woman, with the most tender smile in the world still on the corner of her mouth, had no luster in her eyes, she was dead, her heart was dead.

She smiled softly at him: "Chen'er, I handed over Xi'er to you, and I handed it over to you...... You have to treat her well, spoil her, and protect her......"

As soon as the picture turned, the woman who was still smiling and talking to her a moment ago was already a corpse hanging from the beam.

A lot of people were crying, and his girl was standing in the crowd blankly, not knowing what was happening. The faithful grandmother put down the princess's body, and the female doll still took the toy cloth tiger over, lying in the princess's arms, and said coquettishly: "Mother ~ play ~ go play ~"

The woman would never respond to her precious daughter again, and she went after her husband.

The old man in the house cried: "Don't call the county lord, let the princess go with peace of mind——"

The female doll was holding her toy cloth tiger, her eyes full of ignorance: "Where to go?" Where did the concubine go? Where did Daddy go? ”

The old man in the house came from sorrow and fell to the ground crying.

Jun Chen found that he had become the same as when he was a teenager again, these scenes, countless midnight dreams, he had seen them, what everyone said, he remembered, those memories had long been deeply engraved in the depths of his heart.

Everyone was crying, his female doll was stunned, threw away the cloth tiger in her hand, and began to cry with her mouth in her mouth.

He walked over, picked up his female doll, and said, "Don't cry, I'll take care of you later." ”

The people close to her ignored her, and the girl doll couldn't find a snuggle, so she shrunk in his arms helplessly, sobbing and crying: "Father and father are asleep, and mother is also asleep, and I can't ......wake up."

He was silent and gently patted her on the back and said, "Well, let them sleep." ”

The female doll cried even more fiercely: "No, I want a concubine...... I want my father, my father, my father......"

He lowered his eyes, staring at her with swarthy eyes, so focused, so serious, he said, "From now on, you will only have me." ”

The female doll was so angry that she beat him, crying while beating: "I don't want you, I want my mother...... Mother ......"

The female doll cried too fiercely, and the grandmother who took care of the female doll wanted to come over and hug her, but Junchen avoided her, and he said, "Mine." ”

This is his female doll, and it cannot be given to others.

The female doll bit his hand, he was in pain, afraid of falling the female doll, so he had to put her down, the female doll landed and ran, he followed unhurriedly behind.

The girl doll went to the mourning hall.

The body of the princess was also collected into the coffin, lying side by side with the king of Zhenbei.

Life is the same, death is the same hole.

At that moment, he thought that in the future, he and his female doll would do the same.

He was much older than his female doll, and if he died before his female doll, he would take her with him, and he would have to take her with him wherever he went, and the mother had said that she was born his.

The female doll stepped on the stool, lying on the edge of the coffin and crying. Her father, queen and mother, who loved her the most on weekdays, never comforted her again.

He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, quietly looking at his female doll.

His eyes, dark, deep, he looked at her for a long time, as if to confirm something.

The mourning music in the palace stopped, and the sound of joy sounded again, and the princess's concubine married into the Zhenbei palace in the form of a secret marriage.

In the year since she lost her mother, the girl doll has matured quickly, and she is no longer the little meat ball who can only hold the cloth tiger and find a playmate.

In her big eyes, which have always been ignorant, she has a guard, a wariness of anyone.

She knew that she had no father and no mother, she had become very strong, and she never showed weakness in front of anyone.

The new side concubine picked up the female doll's chin with her red and bright cardamom nails, and said, "How can the princess sister be willing to leave such a lovely daughter...... The gorgeous nails twisted the female doll's arms in the dark.

The female doll only stared at the woman, did not cry, and did not speak.

Junchen wanted to go over and cut the woman, but he couldn't move.

The scene turned into a corridor, and the concubine held the newly cut winter clothes and handed it to him: "The prince will be the real master of this palace in the future, and those subordinates don't take you seriously......"

At the other end of the corridor, there was Jun Xi's back with a cold snort.

His girl girl hates him.

He stood guard outside her door day and night to see her, and the sandalwood door, the few servants who stood guard outside the door with sticks, cut off his extravagant hopes.

What to do? His female doll grew up, but she didn't like him at all......

He had to get stronger, so strong that no one could snatch his doll, and he went to the barracks......

Every time he returned home, his female doll only asked people to send him leftovers and cold rice, but the side concubine sent someone to send big fish and meat. He ordered someone to throw away all the things sent by the side concubine, and little by little, he ate the leftovers and cold rice that the female doll asked people to send him, which was like eating the marrow. It's a pity that his female doll doesn't know all this.

She hated him.

The female doll is no longer the original doll, she has grown into a young girl in the capital of Yanguan.

Someone...... I'm going to snatch his female doll!

A kind of pain, spanning a hundred years, spreads in the heart. It seems that the heart is rotten and rotten, and the pain will not stop!

Red, the sight is full of dazzling red, suona, gongs and drums, so noisy that Junchen's eardrums almost burst.

The big red wedding sedan chair stopped at the gate of the palace, and the matchmaker helped the bride with a red hijab to get into the wedding sedan chair.

The wind gently lifted the corner of Xipa, and Junchen saw Junxi's beautiful face, no joy, no compassion, wooden, as if it was a porcelain doll, a porcelain doll that grew up and couldn't cry or laugh.

The groom on the tall horse, he can't see clearly, but he knows that it is not himself.

Who is that and who is that person?

Jealousy, hatred, vines generally grow madly in the bottom of the heart.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the heavens and the earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, and the eternal time stands still, and then in the inhalation and exhalation, thousands of years of time flow through the fingers.

"The osmanthus tent is hung high, and the multicolored quilt is spread all over the bed;

Mandarin duck pillows are placed on the bed, and the silk satin is filled with boxes.

The spring rain is thick and cultivates new seedlings, and the mandarin ducks play in the water into pairs;

Sprinkle a few handfuls of big red dates, and add a champion next year......"

It's the bride singing.

The lingering and sharp pain swept over without warning, and Jun Chen felt like a drowning person, and it became difficult to breathe for a moment.

The chest rose and fell violently, dull pain, indescribable, indescribable, sharp and thin like Ling Chi, stirring up the flesh, and burrowing into the bone, unable to scream, unable to cry out of pain, and the body spasmed violently.

Jun Xi –

Jun Xi –

Jun Xi –

All obsessions are left with such a name, carved into the bone marrow and rubbed into the soul......