The world is volatile, for some it is a twist and turn, and for others, it is a waste of all the work.

Even if Dong Guo grew ten heads, he couldn't imagine this almost weird picture in front of him.

slept with his son, and the lazy woman turned out to be Xu Pingyan.

A man who should have met Hades......

He glanced at Bai Heng on the side with a confused and mixed feeling, and couldn't wait for him to answer and explain. But Bai Heng's eyes were like torches, his expression was dumbfounded, he was shocked and mourned, his pupils were constricted and enlarged without a center, and he looked at the back of the cloudy sideburns on the bed in a daze, his lips had bitten blood, and there was a wisp of faint hatred that cut his heart and bones.

How can it be?

How can it be!

He obviously attracted Lin Lixue, how could it be her?

How could it be the little sister he has admired since he was a child and has been thinking about it for a long time?

His mind was blank, his chest was dripping blood, and his eyes were covered with tears, as if he was about to die.

Before he was about to go crazy, he was hidden in the shadows, his steps staggered, and the six gods had no master, and he fled like a desert.

How is he going to face Ping Yan and how is he going to face himself?

Fight for power, cling to others, have a lot of wealth, and become a master...... These, but it's all for her, for her......

He ran out as fast as he could, shuttling through the thriving land, as if in this way he could turn back time and go back to the days when he was running around in the troupe...... At that time, he had wishful thinking for her.

A few people are happy and a few are sad.

For Lin Heng, it can be said that he cleared the clouds and mist and saw the hills again, because he and Wang Sleeve who were waiting beside him were shocked for a few moments, and he couldn't figure out how she escaped from death and how she ran to Dong Changlin's bed, but there is no point in digging into it now, in short, it is a false alarm.

The voices gradually became mixed, Dong Changlin woke up and turned around, sleepy eyes only saw a bunch of slender flower shadows, his eyes gradually widened, as if being poured down by a pot of cold water, his mind was clear, his eyes slowly moved from that slender snow-white neck, lips, nose, eyebrows, touched her whole appearance.

Dong Changlin's eyes were shocked, like a winter snow floating in the middle of summer, sincerely frightened, and faintly excited.

He immediately rolled up the futon and draped it tightly on Ping Yan's body, got out of bed barefoot, knelt down towards Dong Guosheng with a plop, leaned over the ground, and "I implore my father to fulfill it and let his son marry Tao Yan." ”

Word by word, like broken jade beads, the sound of the buckle is clear, flowing in a pair of ears.

Dong Guosheng's lips opened and closed, his face was colorless, and he raised a trembling finger and pointed at his head on the ground, and there was nothing else to say except for a depressed emotional vent.

He turned around and walked through the group with a grim face.

Lin Heng glanced at Dong Guosheng's distant back, pulled his lips coldly, his eyes sneered, and looked back at Dong Changlin who was kneeling on the ground, his face was flat, but with a little imperceptible smile, "Then I will wish Young Master Dong in advance to get what he wants, Qin Se and Ming." ”

The wind in his eyes was like a dragonfly in the water, and he deliberately fell on Ping Yan's face for a moment.

This little woman is really fateful, in just half a day, she will be in another village.

However, he never believed in the fact that fortune and misfortune were determined by heaven, and his life was in the palm of his hand, but once he became a dragon and a phoenix, or he could become a crow and a bird, the key is that things are man-made.

And today's unexpected outing, presumably she also silently made a lot of ingenuity behind the scenes.

The people outside the bamboo house gradually dispersed, and the sun was slanting and the tea was cool.

The forest is deep, like a lake boundless and blue, which seems to be calm and calm, but in fact the dark waves are surging.

She stood by the window, in front of her was the bamboo sea and bamboo waves, Tingting was like a lotus, and there was no popularity, like a cold and solemn statue in a temple, and she didn't know fireworks.

Dong Changlin slowed down his pace, the closer he got to her, the more panicked his heart became, like a war drum thunder, even if he was about to ask for a horse leather shroud, he was willing.

He remembered the first time he saw her in the Lin family's mansion, and it was also in such a bamboo forest isolated from the hustle and bustle, she was like a fox that jumped out of the agility and burrowed into the depths of the forest, and he rushed up like a lost soul.

The past is full of untouchable feelings, as if it has been a long time ago, and as if it was only yesterday.

It's just that this time, they can be regarded as having achieved a positive result.

He has been a gentleman all his life, and he is a little lucky to be a villain in this bed.

As long as he can keep her, even if he is spit on by thousands of people, what about it?

Dong Changlin leaned over, approached her body, crossed her waist with his hands behind him, and held her tightly in his arms, carefully occupying her like a priceless rarity.

His head was buried in Ping Yan's neck, like a terminally ill person longing for life-threatening medicine, and he sniffed deeply in her hair with longing and madness.

From now on, her smile will belong to him.

The hot tears in the corners of his eyes fell on Ping Yan's skin, like a cluster of fire, burning her body trembling, but her heart seemed to have fallen into layer after layer of ice holes, as if it would not beat.

She closed her eyes, tears pressed back into her heart, let Dong Changlin's slightly cool lips slowly puff her earlobe, slowly kissed her cheek, and murmured like drunk, "Don't worry, don't worry...... I love you to death, and I'll hold you in the palm of my hand no matter what......"

It's just that I can no longer see the fire burning in the cave, and his fiery lips kiss all over his body inch by inch.

How could such a beautiful promise be so heartbreaking?

......

At the end of August, the month-long trip to Mingcui Villa came to an end.

In mid-October, Lin Heng sent a telegram to the whole country, granting the military deployment right of Qingyuan Town to the Central China Army under the command of Mu Yuan, the marshal of the Mu family. According to the Times, Mu Cheng was ready to transfer all the troops of the 13th Division to Qingyuan Town, and his nephew Mu Zicheng was brave and good at fighting, and he was specially appointed to the post of commander of the sub-battlefield, and he would lead the army to set off in the near future.

October was a time of overcrowding and restlessness, and November was late, bringing the first heavy snow of winter.

Qingzhou is surrounded by the sea and the river, there has not been such a big snow for several years, and the snowflakes are fluttering, like a butterfly with silver wings, dancing in the withering of all things for several days and nights. When I opened the window again, I saw the jade tree Qiongzhi, the world and the earth were the same color, like a boundless snow-white rice paper, empty, white, clean, covering all the roads that came.

"Young grandma, on such a cold day, you are still pregnant, how dare you blow a cold wind at the window, the young master doesn't know how distressed he is when he freezes." A girl with fresh eyebrows and clever manners put down the rag in her hand, hurriedly ran over, put Ping Yan on the sofa, and waited for Ping Yan to sit down, turned around, and immediately went to close the window.

The hot water pipes in the house are boiling warm, but they can't be passed on.

Ping Yan hurriedly said: "Xiao Fan, open the window, it's not in the way, I haven't breathed for a few days, it's weird and panicked." ”

Xiao Phantom's eyes rolled, he laughed happily, ran to the inner room with a cigarette, and in a blink of an eye, he took a fluffy fox hairy hand and came over, "Young grandma has the coolest hands in Su Ri, so let's put this on first." ”

Xiao Fan is the distant cousin of Yantai, different from the honest and gentle Dongxia, she is smart and eccentric, and she has been serving her for more than two months.

Unknowingly, Dongxia has also been gone for more than two months.

That day, Shen Dashao did not go up the mountain to hunt, Dongxia was also sick and bedridden, and when Ping Yan went back, the bed was empty, leaving only an eight-character letterhead.

The road is far away, cherish it.

And if you think about it, these two months are far less than the day when I hunted horses in the mountains.

On that day, she and Lin Lixue were assassinated, lost to Shen Yuji, and happened to go to a small bamboo house, blaming Dong Changlin, until today there is no way to retreat.

She voluntarily came to such a step, in order to forget Shen Yuji, in order to cut off the back road of love, in order to forget the scene that covered up the fish and water greed, and in order to avoid being poisoned again, she could only use Dong Changlin as a shield, and she could only be the young grandmother of the Dong family.

But a bad fate has just been cut, and a bad fate has become a ......

This pain is so deep that no one can vent it, and no one can express it.

The line of sight did not flow unconsciously, and a bowl-sized flower on the white porcelain net bottle had withered at some point, and the slender petals were stacked, which had turned yellow and black from the previous blood red, and fell into mud, like a dry bone that was returned to the color of the earth.

"Throw this Manzhu Sawa away, such a flower is unlucky." Ping Yan said lightly.

Xiao Phantom answered, took away the vase, and saw that her eyes were empty and seemed to be godless, so she was very self-aware and didn't say anything, just obediently aside.

Anyway, this young grandmother is rich and noble, and she is plain and gentle all day long, but she can't see any sincere joy, no matter how persistently the young master pleases her.

was thinking about it, but saw the door creak open, Dong Changlin rubbed his hands and stomped the snow on the soles of his shoes, untied the crane feathers, and handed it to the inkstone behind him.

He happily brought a mahogany carved food box over, and baked the cool air on the fireplace with him, before sitting down beside Ping Yan, taking the bowl inside, and said with a smile: "I just bought it, eat it while it's hot." ”

In the blue and white porcelain bowl, there are round and snow-white rice balls, and there are a few white apricot petals floating on the crystal soup, which is steaming.

Through the slightly sweet steam of apricot blossoms, Ping Yan saw that he was frozen white and purple, with an expectant face.

Ping Yan smiled and asked, "Why did you remember to bring this?" ”

Yantai hurriedly said: "The young master said that yesterday I heard the young grandmother and the little phantom mention a sentence of apricot blossom dumplings, and I remembered it, early in the morning, the snow did not stop urging me to take me out, who knew that the vendors had never heard of the apricot blossom dumplings, the young master and I wandered around for a morning, and the shoes and socks were soaked, and I found ...... in a stall."

He also wanted to talk about his master's good deeds, but he was slapped by Dong Changlin in his throat and innocently shut up.

Dong Changlin didn't feel that running around all morning was a painful errand, on the contrary, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of crystalline smiles, like snow particles glittering in the sun.

Scoop up a rice ball and hand it to Ping Yan's lips.

Ping Yan looked at him in a daze, and opened her mouth obediently.

The inkstone and Xiao Huan glanced at each other, smiled secretly, and slowly retreated.

In the winter when the plants and trees are withered, the floral flavor on the tongue is a little lingering and bitter.

Dong Changlin shook her hands and said as if unintentionally: "Tao Yan, let's go back to Yiyuan City, let's go home, I want to give you a grand wedding and a warm home for you and your children." ”

Seeing that Shen Yuchen's wedding date was approaching, he was always panicked in his heart, always afraid that something would go wrong, and he was always afraid that he would snatch her away.

He just wanted to get her away as soon as possible, and even hide her properly.

Are you finally going back to Yiyuan City?

Ping Yan slowly raised her eyes, her eyes were bright, like a bone carving knife, and also like an inkstone gentle spring.