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Lian Zhou raised his little head. looked at Meng Hui with some astonishment. Big eyes with a misty mist. It looks particularly cute. She bit her rosy lip. It's very aggrieved. "How can I have?"

Meng Hui ignored her. Continue to take her hand and clasp her waist. Said: "What tricks do you want to play with me again?"

Lian Zhou's delicate eyebrows frowned even tighter. Quite hurt and said: "Meng Hui. I'm in your heart. It's that unbearable."

Voice grumbling. Transformed into the softest yet most powerful sword. Straight to his heart.

She just looked at him. Bright eyes and autumn water. The scene is in full view. Smart and freehand when moving. Quiet and self-sustaining. When angry. Stubborn and clear. Laughing. Flower shadow in the center. Sad time. Frost Shadow Cool. But I can't be biased and this tenderness is like water. The appearance of grief to the bone.

Meng Wei sighed. The night is silent. But it is difficult to hide his elegant and introverted elegance. He said lightly: "Confuse me. I want to jump into the water while I'm shining. Or backhand me. Push me down." The white gas in his mouth condensed into a faint spring cold. Sprinkle it on Lianzhou's little face." I'm right or not. Song Lianzhou."

Lian Zhou was stunned. Suddenly lost the mood to continue acting.

Meng Hui surrounded her. continued: "Don't try to kick me with your feet. Don't be prepared to kick me on your knees. I can't guarantee that. Will my gold beads accidentally hit one of your acupuncture points. You can't even move your feet."

Lian Zhou really dispersed the state of grief. A pair of eyes are clean and innocent. The small movements that were being prepared on the feet also came to an abrupt end. But seeing the man with a slightly red face, he evoked a faint smile: "If you can't move. You're up to me."

Lian Zhou was tightly surrounded by Meng Hui. She was surrounded by the fragrance of lotus flowers. Overwhelming. From every direction. Her mind was disturbed by him. Bite the lip flap lightly. finally frowned and spoke: "Meng Hui. What the hell do you want?"

How do you want to. Hehe. He also wanted to ask himself. What do you want?

Obviously she did a lot of things that he couldn't forgive. Knowing that her mind is not on him. So much Mingming. They all shattered when they saw her. Leave sharp edges and corners. Tangled contradictions. Pierce yourself in the heart.

Wine of the Royal Palace. At first glance, the taste is very light. But the stamina is huge. Meng Hui is clear about this. What is not clear is . Su Ri is cautious and calm. What kind of scenery is confused? Wine in the stomach before you know it. Who is willing to get drunk and rest?

disturb his quietness. It's the softness and quietness of her snuggling in someone else's arms. Or the bright smile she showed to the man. Or maybe the two of them looked at each other tacitly. The mountains are long and the waters are wide. Bright and clear.

Yes and no. All turned into clouds. Ring on the surface of the lake. Finally with the flowing water of the soup.

His heart is like the deepest river. The surface is calm and wave-free. The inside is turbulent. So. He doesn't say. He doesn't show it. Who can get a glimpse of his state of mind? It's deep. It's shallow. It is a foot to the gold pen engraving. Or the smoke and clouds are lightly swept away and the cool is thin.

Maybe. Time will gradually draw the outline of his heart. It's just that. How long will it take?

Tip of the iceberg. Sharp edges and corners are exposed to the outside world. The powerful and abundant scenery is buried under the icy lake. If it's not for obsession. Who has this patience. Wait for him until dawn breaks. Restore everything to its true nature.

I'm afraid that until then. The ice has to melt too. Mountains don't make mountains. Can't be loved.

Lian Zhou looked at Meng Hui's eyes. It feels like there's light and shadow flickering inside. It was a look that was unfamiliar to her. It's like autumn grass. Stretch open. A gesture of forbearance. Shaken in the wind. Painted with desolate defeat. Still growing slowly upwards. Fallen leaves melt into the dirt. Brewing the longing for the arrival of spring.

Years have passed. Vicissitudes of anticipation.

She was distraught. Zhang Huang is like a flying butterfly. But he still forced himself to stabilize. Repeatedly, he asked, "Meng Hui. What the hell do you want to do?"

Came back to his senses. Look at the face that is close at hand. The smell of alcohol comes up. Rushing made him dizzy. In front of me, only the girl's face with repulsion appeared in front of her. He finally couldn't hold back: "What am I going to do. SONG Lianzhou. He can hug you in public. can add clothes for you. And I. Even approaching you will be met with your disdainful and repulsive gaze. SONG Lianzhou. What do you say I'm going to do?"

finally voiced his dissatisfaction. His jealousy. His desire. Finally through this wine. It depicts his inseparable friendship. It's just that. Moonshine is too cold. The timing is not right. The pavilion is too small. The location is wrong. She pondered another layer of concern. The mood is not right. His expression is unclear. It's a little broken, but it's still obscure. The way is wrong. Eventually. Nothing is right.

What comes to mind. Lian Zhou turned away from the conversation. "I know what you want to do." The wind ruffles the hair on the girl's forehead. Her eyes are like the stars in a lake in the light of the moonlight. There is a bit of a deep silence in the silence." I'll go first. It's already suspicious. And you immediately follow. It's even more speculative. Now you're clinging to me in such an ambiguous posture. If anyone sees it. It is more convincing evidence that you and I are guilty." The girl's empty eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp streamer." And this. It is what you are happy to see and learn from. Let Zhong Liyu give up on me. This dispute can be resolved without a fight. At that time. I have no one to protect me. Self-retention of Shangsheng. Ren Er cooks and slaughters. Or. Because of the glory and favor of Taijie. Lucky to avoid death. Coercion. Survive for the rest of your life."

Meng Hui was speechless. Lian Zhou lightly hooked the corners of his mouth: "In my pot of wine. Or the wine glass on my desk. Someone secretly manipulated it. Otherwise, I wouldn't be as weak as I am now." There was a sneering smile on her lips. Repeat the words that spit out." It's easy for you to take control."

Such words are not only said to Meng Hui. It is also for hiding in the shadows. In the name of protection, the Xuanyin guards who protect or spy on the truth listen. Tell them. She and Meng Hui did not cross the barrier. Tell them. She is calculated. Deep and shallow. Chana palace wine can be implemented.

Meng Hui didn't speak. Just look at her like that. The eyes are deep. No sorrow, no joy.

His mind swirled around the question that the girl wanted to ask. What the hell do you want to do? The words that opened her mouth but did not come out of her mouth dissipated in her cold eyes and words. After all, it is in a declining posture and it is in the throat of what you want to do. I just want to come. Hug you.

After all, I can't talk about it. It's going to be missed after all.

The night wind lifts the man's robe. The sound of clothes fluttering sounded. Like someone sighing helplessly.

Meng Hui just looked at her quietly. Don't speak. The night breeze swept the moisture of the lake across the corners of their eyes and eyebrows. It's like a film. It's thin. It's hazy. I can't see clearly, but I really exist in a membrane.

Lian Zhou looked at the man's eyes as dark as night. Somehow, my heart suddenly tightened. His good smell lingered around her. She struggled to squeeze her palm. in order to stabilize the mind.

Meng Hui didn't speak. No refutation. Lian Zhou frowned. Asked: "Is it. Am I not right?"