The pampered women in the palace always look younger than their actual age, even the queen mother in her ancient years, and the daily offering of a deer blood makes her seem to have regained the demeanor of her youth.

In Huayang Palace, the palace maids, large and small, are happily preparing to serve the Queen Mother to return to the palace.

Going inward along the verandah, and turning a few more corners, at last crossing a small and delicate arched bridge, I saw a woman sitting upright in the depths of the vines of the pavilion.

On the woman's head, the hair seems to be full of pearls, and on the complicated bun, a unique and ingenious eight-treasure exquisite wishful hairpin seems to be ready to fly, lining the woman's forehead and corners, a pair of kind eyes and eyes are flowing, and the mouth is full of bright teeth shining in the sun, which seems to be very well maintained.

A luxurious and exquisite brown palace dress does not look old-fashioned, but a graceful appearance, with a white face and slightly red lips, only when smiling, the palace maids standing close can see the faint fine lines covered by the powder, which is the mark left on the face of the beauty of the past.

Stepping on the embroidered palace shoes, the shoes did not look very stable, but the woman seemed to have no habit of being aware of it, and the sound of walking and kicking, as if walking on the tip of people's hearts, made people's hearts beat faster.

Aunt Ji, who was beside the Queen Mother, walked around the verandah, stepped into the pavilion, and bowed down to the Queen Mother who stood up, "Niangniang, it's time for us to leave." ”

The Queen Mother turned around with the support of the palace people, looked at the palace maid in front of her and smiled, "You young people! The mourning family is incomparable, so what's so good about the palace that makes you so happy? ”

"Lafayette, what you say is tormenting the slaves and maids, where can you compare, you are tough! It's the slaves and maids who actually have a little homesickness, this is the old age! ”

The little father-in-law next to him was full of flattering smiles, and when he opened his mouth, there was a string of smooth words that made the Queen Mother laugh and tremble, and the minions around him laughed together, as if the father-in-law really said something happy.

"As far as you can speak, reward!" As soon as the queen mother's golden mouth opened, the eunuch knelt down and saluted: "Slave and maid thank Lafayette for rewarding." ”

"Princess, someone is looking for you outside the door." Ziyi said cautiously.

"Oh? Someone came so early? Please come in! ”

Le Zhengyu was eating sweet and delicious bird's nest porridge at the dinner table, and when she heard the words of the maidservant, she didn't think much about it, she just thought that the noble ladies who had moved to Tongguan City with their families these days had come to see her.

Who knew that Ziyi stood at the door and did not call the person in, but instead looked like he was spitting and spitting, and what kind of expression was on his face.

Le Zhengyu wondered, what happened to this girl today? She looked over thoughtfully.

"What's wrong? The emperor is here? "It stands to reason that except for the emperor, no one needs her to go out to greet her in person!

Ziyi had a bitter gourd face, and said in a snort: "Princess, what did you say? Be... Feng Gongzi! She simply said it.

"Hey, which Feng Gongzi is looking for this princess? Ziyi, when did this princess recognize the son of the Feng family? Le Zhengyu walked in the courtyard, his tone was a little playful, and a little difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The man standing by the door had been tense as if he was relaxed, and a smile of relief appeared on his face, she was willing to come out to see herself, that would be the best, it showed that she understood him.

This person is none other than the phoenix evil who was frozen by Jimo that day, the prince of Fengguo.

Le Zhengyu looked at him, Feng Xie also looked at her, they hadn't seen each other for three years, she married her three years ago, he was heartbroken, he found the opportunity to send Jimo, just to see her, the nourishment of love made her more beautiful and moving, he and her, after all, there is still no fate.

The woman is dressed in pure pigment clothes at the moment, with no beads on her head, only a slanted wooden hairpin inserted in the flowing cloud bun, white cheeks, good-looking forehead, deep and beautiful eyes, long eyelashes, pointed chin, these delicate parts, grow on the same face, it really makes people feel exquisite and undesecrated.

Her tall figure stood like that, her thin body seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, just as six years ago, when they first met, she smiled at him, looking at him so unscrupulously, not as eager to refuse as others.

"You're so good-looking."

Everyone present was stunned, what is this saying! It's shameless.

Feng Xie is a faint outlet, really like an old friend who has not seen him for many years, full of joy, and like a young man and woman who has just met, politely praised, this is the unique relationship between her and him, so simple, without a trace of impurities.

Just like six years ago, she stood in front of him, embarrassed, but so down-to-earth and generous, and it was such a simple sentence that floated into his heart like that, and she couldn't get rid of it for the rest of her life.

"I thought you'd never come to me again, Wind Demon, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?" The two people sitting in the flower hall, one of them mentioned his face, and the other nodded with a smile, and the time swept over the two of them so gently, without stopping for a moment.

"Yu Yu, you scolded me again, I said how I became more and more clumsy, it turned out that you were talking to me every day!"

"Beautiful death to you, hmph, are you okay?"

"What can I do? That sister was also dying, and I originally took her to you to treat her. ”

The two people in the house laughed happily, and the attendant outside the house looked at his prince worriedly, "Master, let's..." Still in there? ”

"No, you will explain to the princess later, this king has something to do at night, so he won't come to dinner."

The little guy looked at the back of Jimo Yu who turned to leave, and hurriedly answered "yes".

Jimo, who left the palace, was smiling, she finally let go! Their Mo'er, such a well-behaved villain, called him "Father..."

The iron-clad man still looked up at the sky, forced back the liquid that was about to overflow his eyes, and strode towards the mansion.

This is the eighty-first country that the Murong couple visited with Jimo Sulang, shuttling through the Madrid area of Spain, which is a fascinating place, dream-like architecture, strange and novel, making people feel like they are in a fairytale world, and they do not want to leave.

As the business center of Spain, the Murong couple had a great eye and hoped that these insights would help their son build his own business blueprint, and they approached Jimo Sulang's business management teacher, who they called the child a business wizard with excellent bones.

The sunset shrouds this ancient and mysterious city, the tall Gothic buildings seem to be oblique into the sky, the middle of the road is still busy with traffic, and the golden sun reflects the beauty of Madrid like a picture.

The three of them walked and played, Jason couldn't stop writhing in Jimo Sulang's arms, looking left and right looking very excited, the afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled behind them at the moment, and the clean and tidy sidewalks were also like gilding, softly welcoming every tourist who set foot on it.

"Momo, tomorrow you are here to learn the business management model with the teacher, your parents will go to Africa for investigation first, and they will pick you up next month, can you be here alone?" Murong Yang's voice came.

Jimo Sulang raised his head, the little child's face was resolute and handsome, just like Jimo's face, his eyes were smiling gentlemen, wearing a small suit on his body, and he didn't look like a child with smooth and bright black leather shoes.

"Dad, don't worry! Didn't I spend half a year in Florida myself? It's okay, there's Jason! Jimo Sulang showed a standard smile that was fascinated.

In the face of this mountain-like father, he seemed to see his father, very intimate, unconsciously coquettish in front of his father, and when there was no class, he would also kill Murong Yang on the chess field.

"Mom, I know, eat well, be sure to drink warm milk before going to bed, don't read more than half past ten, sleeping late is not good for children, and they don't grow tall."

When Mrs. Murong was about to speak, Ji Mo Sulang said a series of words with a small mouth, and looked at the gentle Murong Rong with a smile.

"You kid, what else can mom say, can't you give mom a chance to care about her son? What a smart guy. Mrs. Murong was robbed of her son's words, looking helpless, but her tone was full of pride, and there was a kind of admiration for my family's early growth.

"Mom and Dad, don't forget, you must take me with you next time you go to the desert, I have something left there." Jimo looked at the two adults seriously, with an expression that adults can't lie.

"Write it down, I'll take you with me next time I go to the Sahara, you have to eat quickly, you can go when you grow taller, otherwise the desert will not tolerate children."

After listening to Professor Murong's promise, the bowl of rice immediately bottomed out, and he raised the bowl for Jason to see.

"Slow down, slow down, it's not good for your stomach to eat so fast..."

"Mom, it's okay, my digestion is strong."

The sound of laughter and laughter is pervasive, and the happy scene of a family of three makes people feel warm, everything is fixed on that small back, full of childishness, coquettishness, like every child facing parents, unrestrained, happy and healthy.

A strange scene appeared in Le Zhengyu's dream, the red sky spread in front of her eyes, as if she had experienced a hundred years of war, a woman who had become a demon and became obsessed, stepping on the Manzhu sofa by the Lechuan River, three thousand long hair was scattered at will, and the corners of her lips were bloody, embellished on a plain white skirt, swaying and poignant, blurry and dazzling.

"Suffering... In the dream, she screamed, the boundless darkness and vermilion filled her only consciousness, and she couldn't move no matter how she cried, and fell heavily, as if she was about to fall into the bottomless pit of nothingness.

After a while, it became light again, what was the voice in her ears, the whirring wind, the shouting, the crying, what else, her ink? Why is her ink disappearing in a blink of an eye?

The struggling hands were waving wildly in the air, what was restraining her hands, sleeping so unsteadily, that is, Mo Yu was crying anxiously in her ear, Qi'er and Ziyi were also crying, they were terrified, in case... Like three years ago... They didn't dare to think about it.