"You're not my mother! No!" Long Wuyang raised his eyebrows and roared angrily, pointing his finger at Mrs. He's nose: "My son doesn't care about helping outsiders, you, you! and you! No heart, no lungs, no good thing!"

"Smack!" a slap, and the crane gong rewarded.

Of course, the eldest prince of Long is very angry, this is simply a horizontal knife to snatch the love of a third party, Sister Lin is already about to be snatched away, and the eldest prince of Long is already angry: "Fight, old crane, you will kill me! I don't live anymore Woo-" If you have something, you can find the jade beauty, and it is the best way to sprinkle and roll, but this time the jade beauty also kept a calm face and ignored her dearest grandson Long Wuyang: "Let go of me! Let go of me! I'm going to kill him, kill him!"

This is the Songfeng Palace, in front of the door, if it weren't for the fact that the eldest prince of Long was tied to the pillar, Daoist Fang would have died.

Mrs. He stood quietly aside, a pillar of incense was about to burn out.

For her biological son, Long Wuyang, Mrs. He has nothing to say. It's already spoiled, and Mrs. He can't help it, if this unfilial son is a weapon, Lin Dai will not spend it next to the family. Of course, his son is closer, and of course he wants to kiss and kiss, but no one knows Lin Dai's temperament better than Mrs. He. The time of a pillar of incense is very short, it is not a long life, and time will change everything, including love and love.

Family affection is unbreakable, compared to love, it is forever.

It is never the same, but the human heart is changeable.

One day, Lin Dai will understand that He Yi is for her good, and only for her good, nothing else.

When the flute sounded, Lao Yan flew separately.

The time of a pillar of incense is very short, but it is clearly extinguished and burned intermittently, and it is burned from generation to generation, which is a pillar of incense that cannot be burned.

It's like a drop of pine oil dripping on the little flying insect, solidifying the happy time, which cannot be forgotten.

A piece of amber, round as a pearl, sparkling and shining.

A small insect, quietly motionless, with eyebrows like eyebrows.

The mountain alliance and the sea oath are not, there is always a love token, and Daoist Fang has already prepared: "This, for you." ”

This was picked up by Daoist Fang.

On the way.

This is worthless, neither golden amber nor blood amber, just a piece of pale yellow crystal worm amber. It can also be worth a little money, and the black insect is inside, with a delicate and vivid body, giving the soul of Po the rhyme with life. It's very meaningful, the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, and Daoist Fang's heart will never change, just like the worm in the amber. It is also very rare, Daoist Fang is already poor and white, whether it is worth it or not, this is already the most precious thing on Daoist Fang.

Fairy Lin cried.

Not impressed.

Fairy Lin burst into tears when she saw it, and this was also a person made of water: "Alone, lonely forever, is this the little plaything you said?"

Daoist Fang's eyes were dark!

Once again, I can't regret it.

That's not what it means, no! Daoist Fang wanted to explain, but Fairy Lin was already crying.

When it comes to small playthings, he can't take them after all: "No, no, it's this!

Fortunately, a red heart is ready with both hands, don't be lonely forever, and there is a heart-to-heart in your arms: "Look-"

It's a stone.

Its color is gray and white, the texture is light, the shape is like two hearts and one place, blending into three points.

This was also picked up by Daoist Fang.

In the ditch.

As a Daoist Fang who was born called Hanako, he always has a complex of picking up rags, and this one is even less valuable.

But it has extraordinary significance.

When Fairy Lin saw it, she really liked it very much, and she was very happy, and she burst into tears and laughed at the moment: "Fang Lang, Fang Lang, it's hard for you to have a heart-"

Hand in hand, heart to heart, good things are about to be done.

It's better to kiss it.

Fang Lang was confused, seeing the pair of red and lovely lips, he just wanted to lean over and kiss it.

That's it, gently, a kiss.

But it didn't work, it didn't work, Fang Lang once again seriously warned himself that he couldn't be too Meng Lang, so as not to surprise the beauty.

Indecent, indecent, indecent, come and not be rude, just when Daoist Fang's mind was in the war between heaven and man, and his heart was struggling and struggling, Fairy Lin also took out the gift that had been prepared a long time ago: "Dai'er is clumsy, and she can't embroider needlework, hey!"

It is a handkerchief.

Yellow flowers on the bottom of the plain, mandarin duck handkerchiefs, skillfully embroidered, given to Fang Lang.

When Fang Lang saw it, he burst into tears.

Needle lead, thread weaving, only because of the eight seams to mend and repair.

You ask me, and I answer him, and I think about it all by one.

That's not a mandarin duck, that's a feathered phoenix, that's not modesty, that's a fact, Lin Dai doesn't know how to embroider at all.

So the embroidered mandarin ducks are ridiculously ugly, and both are very weird.

So it will prick the hand, left hand, thumb and index finger.

The plain silk red plum is dotted, but there are no trees, no branches, no water, no waves, and nothing else, which is a little bit of mandarin ducks for painstaking efforts.

This valuable, priceless treasure, of course, is only for Fang Yin: "Dai'er, Dai'er, this is really, it's hard for you!"

Treasure and value, collect well, exchange engagement gifts, both sad and sad.

At the end of the flute, the meaning of the clear and dignified is shocking to the ears, and it goes around the beam and pierces the intestines.

"The mountains are high and the waters are long, so I cherish myself. Lin Dai had calmed down, raised her hand, stroked Fang Yin's face, and her slightly cool fingertips crossed a straight eyebrows, tenderly lit up the Dao Dao's injury: "Fang Lang, Fang Lang, don't forget it in the future." "If this is forever, how good it is, but joys and sorrows, life is like this. His face was a little itchy, and his heart was faintly melancholy, Fang Yinzi was also very reluctant in his heart, but what could he do if he was reluctant: "I know, I know, Dai'er, you are the same!"

The relationship is long, and the coming day is long.

Outside the Golden Jade Palace.

The Peony Divine Hero Dama Jindao sat on a rock, stretched his waist, and yawned: "This way, this side, lighter, lighter." "Yes, Sister Peony is tired, and she has a lot of credit, Wuchan is beating her back: "Sister Peony, Sister Peony, why hasn't Brother Fang Yin come out yet?" Peony sneered and shook her head, squinted at the empty gate, and said: "That side is bad water, there are too many flowers and intestines, and you can't get out, just wait!"

"Brother Fang Yin!" Wu Chan shouted happily, and almost beat the peony to death with one punch: "Ahhh

Fang Bad Water came out.

Seeing that he looked depressed and unlucky, Peony was overjoyed immediately: "I said, your sister Lin, have you seen it?"

"Nope. Daoist Fang's face was gloomy, and he looked pitiful and about to cry: "Hey!"

The peony girl was overjoyed, but she remained silent, hating her misfortune and angrily pointing out: "I know! You are a waste, haha! You deserve it!" In fact, Peony doesn't like Lin Dai very much, Peony can't see her cold and frosty self-pretentious and high-minded rejection of people thousands of miles away, and Peony has always been very fond of pretending people: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, come home with me, my sixth aunt's seventh cousin and eighth grandmother's cousin and niece are all great beauties, I'll tell you peace when I go back-"

Sister Peony is a warm-hearted person, this is not enough, there is that, and Daoist Fang is not shallow.

Of course, Peony hasn't been home for more than three years, and maybe the seventh cousin and cousin and niece are already married: "Finish!

An order was given, and he went home.

Of course, Peony is a filial girl, and the three of them should go to Yizhou Niu's house on this trip, so it is not a problem.

Thousands of miles to find a husband, a monk who ran away, and the little couple should also go back.

"Brother Fang Yin, Brother Fang Yin, why is this? Why does Sister Lin and Sister Lin avoid you?" Wu Chan was extremely unwilling, but he didn't know that his big brother Fang Yin had already blossomed in his heart: "No why, Wu Chan, Shangqing Mountain, Yizhou City, where are you going?" The reason why I didn't tell Peony was because Peony was an eighth woman, and she had always been more than successful and more than ruined: "Nonsense! Go to my house! Good you Fang Bad Shui'er, this is against you! I'll tell you-"

Dare to ask where the road is, and the left and right are also under your feet.

"Haha!" full of thoughts when he came, and full of spirit when he went, Fang Yin finally saw a glimmer of hope: "Let's go!"