The two returned to the palace of the King of Jin.

The Marquis of Yue has arrived, and at the same time arrived in Xintian, there are several princes of small countries, and tomorrow night there will be a banquet and a feast.

As more and more people from all over the world arrived in Nitta, the scale of the banquet grew.

Seeing that Jingling rushed to preside over the affairs, Wei Luo turned around and walked towards the Gongzi's mansion.

She had lived there for a long time, and finally got used to it.

When the swordsmen and maids saw Wei Luo approaching, they bowed their heads and called, "Madam." ”

Wei Luo walked straight inside.

She didn't walk until she walked outside the cold garden before her steps suddenly stopped.

Looking at the cold garden with trees in a daze, Wei Luo hesitated for a moment and continued to walk inside.

Several maids greeted him, and at the same time, he said, "I've seen Madame." "Streamer_Shattered Shadow" exits, and you can't enter unless you are summoned! ”

"No!"

The maids didn't dare to say a word, and at the same time retreated back and left the cold garden.

Wei Luo strode into the back garden.

It is still green and quiet, the stream is murmuring, the wind blows the leaves, and the birds are singing, and the distant mountains are empty.

Wei Luo came to the big stone and sat down on it in a daze.

Slowly, she lowered her head and pressed her forehead against the trunk.

Gradually, a barely audible whimper came out of the air and drifted into the air.

The whimper came low, and even though there was no one else around, she suppressed it, letting the cry stalk in her throat.

One drop, two drops, three drops. Hit in the wind.

Countless tears ran down her cheeks and rolled into the grass.

She was really miserable. The heart is like a knife, and it is broken inch by inch!

In the midst of her sobbing, Wei Luo gradually knelt on the grass, she held the trunk of the tree with both hands, and her sobbing gradually turned hoarse.

She couldn't bear it.

Even if she just said a word to leave, her heart ached, let alone now? She was really reluctant.

However, she can't compromise, this is her final bottom line. She really didn't know how to spend that life if she compromised. How can she believe in this love, how can she willingly be with him night after night?

She has always believed only one sentence, her heart is crushed, and her heart hurts to death, which is better than rancid! Without him, without that love, she still has herself and dignity. If Shattered Shadow compromises, she really doesn't know, what else will she have? Is there a crippled him? Do you have a love of resentment and jealousy? Let this incompleteness, this resentment and jealousy toss oneself, and let one's heart become rancid in the torment of day after day? Let yourself one day become vicious, cold-hearted, unscrupulous, indifferent and ruthless, fighting for the sake of fighting for the sake of your children?

If so, she would rather self-exile. The heart is sad, and the green mountains and bright moon can accompany them. Even if she has nothing, she can still have her own dignity, she can have this spring and autumn fruit, and she can come and go proudly and freely, roaring between the mountains and rivers.

She is selfish, she is unwilling in the end, for a love, for a man, to make herself no longer like herself, and make her heart withered, muddy and dark. Watermelon dozen.

Holding the tree, Wei Luo kept crying, crying all the time.

She didn't notice that when her choked voice came out, a swordsman strode away and walked towards the palace.

Nor did she notice the swordsmen and sages when she heard her cry. One by one, the expressions of disapproval.

Maybe it was too sad, Wei Luo, who was immersed in his thoughts, didn't feel the passage of time at all.

I don't know how long it was, but the voice of a maid came from afar: "Madam, it's time to take a bath and change clothes?" ”

It's five or six? Shower and change clothes? Wind. Yes, it's evening, and maybe there's an occasion I have to attend tonight.

Wei Luo, who was tired from crying, his little face, eyes and nose were red, and Wei Luo, who knelt weakly under the big tree, was a little sober.

She didn't look up, but replied in a hoarse voice, "Wait." ”

"No."

Wei Luo lowered his head motionlessly, covering his face with both hands, letting the heat of his palms help the red and swollen eye bubbles return to normal.

After about a quarter of an hour, she stood up.

After tidying up his hair and robes, Wei Luo turned to the maids outside the gate of the garden, and lightly ordered: "Prepare soup!" ”

This is her, her eyes are still red and swollen, and Joan's nose is also red. Streamer _ Shatter is just that her expression has returned to normal and calm.

Following behind the maids, Wei Luo walked towards the bathhouse.

Coming to the bathhouse, Wei Luo dismissed the women, closed the stone door, and walked slowly towards the bathhouse.

She untied her clothes as she walked, and after a while, Wei Luo soaked in the hot soup that was floating **, lazy and motionless, she wore her hair loose, soaked her little face in the soup, and took a breath for a long time.

Sure enough, soaked directly in hot water like this, the redness, swelling and tears on her face quickly disappeared. Shining on the water, at this time, she was still graceful and calm, and her expression was calm. Wind Girl. A footstep was heard.

Wei Luodi, who soaked her head in the water, came out, and she shouted coldly without looking back: "Retreat!" ”

Just after drinking, Wei Luo suddenly thought: No, the maids can't be so bold!

She quickly turned her head away.

Turning her head this time, she was stunned to face a black robe, Hou Guan was majestic, handsome as an ancient sculpture, staring at her Jingling Tomb tightly.

It's him, it's her man who's back. Shattered Shadow Fight.

I don't know why, at this moment, the tears that she had just endured were actually swarming up, and she only had time to look at him, and she was dazzled by tears and wet her sight.

She looked at him with a pair of black jade eyes wide, and tears rained down like this.

Jingling was heartbroken.

He threw off his robe, hurriedly took off his shoes, and jumped into the soup with a "thud".

As he jumped in, the bath hall splashed and rattled.

Jing Ling rushed to Wei Luo and stretched out his arms to hug her heavily. He put his arms around her, and he hugged her like this, trembling his hands, and gently stroking her hair.

He hugged her tightly, low, deep, and called out again and again: "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, what shall I do to you?" What should I do to you? ”

He hugged her tightly, hugged her tightly.

He called her again and again, his voice hoarse, weak, bitter.

He lowered his head, his thin lips pressed to her face, and his tongue stuck out to the tears on her face.

Feeling his tenderness, Wei Luo burst into tears.

Jing Ling hugged her tighter, he kissed her lips with thin lips, kissed her eyebrows, her eyes, and called again and again: "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, I would like to wish you a lifetime of glory and happiness." Why do you still cry? ”

In his voice, there was boundless confusion in the boundless pain.

Wei Luo shook his head desperately.

She put her arms around his neck, tears streaming down her face.

Jingling held her cheeks with both hands, ****, kiss after kiss.

He ** her tears, ** her cherry lips, kissed the tip of her nose.

His ** her jaw was vague and heart-wrenching: "Child, child, why is this so?" Why? ”

At this moment, Wei Luo's tears can't be stopped, and they can't be recovered. She just burst into tears, just shaking her head and choking.

Unconsciously, Jingling, who was holding her, had taken off her robe.

Unconsciously, his warm, body had gently pressed against hers.

Before he knew it, he gently picked her up and laid her flat on the collapse next to the bathhouse, his body gently covering hers.

Because his movements are too gentle, because his kisses are too gentle.

In tears, whimpering, Wei Luo, who was sad, didn't realize that he and he were defenseless.

And his dense kiss had turned to the side of her neck, to her collarbone.

It wasn't until he ** her milk cherry blossom gently ** got up, making her shiver with excitement that Wei Luo opened his teary eyes and looked at him puzzled.

At this look, she looked at the black head that Jingling buried on herself, licking and kissing endlessly.

Wei Luo was stunned.

Suddenly, she was annoyed.

She glared at him, opened her mouth, and cried out with a "wow".

Her cry was loud and loud, full of energy, and it vibrated in the grand stone hall.

This cry was so sudden and loud that Jing Ling was shocked.

He quickly looked up at her and asked urgently, "Xiao'er, Xiao'er?" ”

When he met his eyes, Wei Luo's mouth flattened, and his cry was even more mentioned, and he howled in pain. Jingling was shocked, he hurriedly put his hands on the side of her head, propped up his weight, lowered his head and looked at her face carefully, and asked painfully: "What, what?" But it hurts you again? I've been very gentle. ”

Wei Luo was angry and annoyed.

She held back the tears that poured out of her frenzy, and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Why are you still thinking about love when you are sad? ”

Jingling was stunned.

In the blink of an eye, he chuckled.

In the laughter, he lowered his head, stretched out his tongue - ** her tears, thin lips to her ear, and said bitterly: "Only by hugging the child inside, rubbing the child into the body, for the husband's heart." ”

After a pause, he lowered his head and took her long eyelashes, and sighed lowly: "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, why are you crying like rain, don't your heart harden again, and you have a sense of separation?" ”

His voice was very soft, and it was so vague that he didn't spit out the words clearly. Therefore, Wei Luo did not understand.

She was about to be asked, Jingling's head moved, and she had ** on her milk cherry blossoms and **her** on the other hand.

In Wei Luo's trembling violently, Jing Ling had already separated her ** with one hand and pressed her body against her gap. Cappella.

Wei Luo's eyes widened and he gasped.

Jing Ling looked up, his face flushed, his eyes staring at her deeply, he opened his thin lips and kissed her deeply, swallowing all her protests.

At the same time, he leaned down and squeezed into her body heavily.

In the bathhouse, the fire flickered.

Outside the bathhouse, the spring breeze carries the feeling of heat.

The maids stood motionless outside the hall, listening to the low gasps inside, and the ** sound kept coming.

Jingling, who had made up her mind, gently possessed her again and again. Later, Wei Luo, who loved him to the bone, took the initiative to hug him, kissed him one after another, and took the initiative to ** him again and again.

She loves him, no matter what happens in the future, and it's just tonight!

This love is endless.

Wei Luo didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she opened her eyes again, she found that she had slept in Dahei** in Jingling. It was pitch black outside, silent in the four fields, and beside her, Jingling hugged her sideways, snorting heavily. （）