301: She is a tenderness that is branded in her blood.
In the night, there was a drizzle.
Banana fresh green, apricot fragrance dyeing clothes.
In the marriage room, the general Ming Jin withdrew his troops and took a break.
Yan Guogong hugged people, stroking his wife's head with his big palm. Her hair was soft and fine, like bright black satin, and slightly moist. He loved it a little bit.
"heat."
The other party disgusted and pushed Yan Guoguo's chest, signaling him to stay away.
Yan Guogong didn't move.
The other party turned neatly and moved into the bed.
Yan Guogong's chest shook slightly. "After asking for a husband, I was disgusted. My wife is not kind."
He saw that the person was really asleep and did not respond. He smiled and shook his head, stretched his long arms, shook Lin Lang into the corner of the quilt, and rolled the person over to cover her well.
The man in his arms grumbled and wanted to struggle. Yan Guogong patted her little buttocks with gentle hands.
"Don't want to cry like dumb throat just now, just point for Fu An."
As if she was aware of a certain threat, the young wife really didn't move and snuggled up snuggling her husband.
The next day, the sky was clear, and the lingering gloom turned awake.
She unconsciously reached out and touched the position next to it, and was then grasped by a pair of rough hands.
"What's your wife looking for?"
At this time Lin Lang was still a little unconscious and vaguely said, "Well ... find a bad bully husband."
Yan Guogong laughed softly and hugged the man halfway. The woman's head tilted back lazily, and the messy black hair was scattered everywhere. He opened the hair covering his face so that she could breathe smoothly.
While the man was wearing clothes for others, he said, "Mrs. Xu Shi remembered wrong, and there is no damage or bullying. A good husband is here, and the lady wakes up to claim."
The response was a pedal between his waist and abdomen.
It's really rampant.
Yan Guogong caught the thin ankles and put on thin socks.
When Lin Lang was about to wake up, she was already sitting in front of the bronze mirror, and let her maid comb her woman's bun. Yan Guogong sat beside him and watched carefully, his expression quite relaxed.
Lin Lang is nothing but the maid shakes her hands in fright.
This is a high-powered, hot man, where he is located, it can be the central court where the world 's power is highly concentrated, or it can be a border battlefield with a flame and a body wrapped in Tianma leather, but everyone ca n't think of it. This man who is almost deified has One day, it will be stored in the fragrant girl's red sleeves and watch his newlyweds put on makeup and eyebrows.
The little girl's hands were shaking even more.
"Look at how scary you are, what bluffed my girl." Lin Lang was a dare to slap the tiger's beard. He threw a box of colorful silk flowers at hand. "Count how many flowers and how many petals." Purely distracting his attention, otherwise how could the maid put on makeup for her?
Yan Guogong has no parents, Lin Lang became the biggest hostess as soon as she entered the door, so she didn't have to respect tea, but waited for others to respect tea.
This "other" is not who she is, her new step-son.
This time she was about to rush off to Mawei. What if she didn't want to crush the audience?
The older husband really did what his wife said. After careful manipulation, he reported to the superior, "Three silk flowers with nine petals and six silk flowers with twelve petals."
Lin Lang also finished her makeup.
"Is it good-looking?" She turned around and asked.
Yan Guogong listened to her and asked her, so she leaned over, holding her face in both hands, and carefully looked at it, then wiped her lips with her fingertips, and cut off some rouge. "That's fine."
He squeezed his wife's cool hand, and after confirming that she didn't need to add any more clothes, he took someone to the main hall.
Someone is already there.
Shiziye was obviously put out by his entourage. His clothes were a little messy, and he looked gloomy. Normally, they did not dare to commit such crimes, but who asked the male master of Guogongfu to speak, and for the sake of their lives, the entourage had to brave the murderous gaze of the prince of the world to raise people up.
"What are you still doing? Peer the mother to tea."
Yan Guogong's grandma sat on the throne. Since he was newly married, the grandfather wore a cardinal bat-pattern gown with an ink rhino horn hanging around his waist.
When Shen Guanjia greeted people before, he thought he had a problem with his eyes. Adults always love black linen and silver gray. Apart from the fiery wedding dress, Shen Guanjia has never seen an adult wear clothes of other colors.
Take another look at Madam Duke, who is also a crimson dress, just like Yaoyao Xintao.
Shen Guanjia still can't understand where.
"Jing tea?"
Yan Zhaolie raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "It's her alone? Also worthy?"
Lin Lang sat steadily in the position of the hostess, plucking the emerald bracelet between her wrists, which was still fit by the man while she was sleeping.
As a stepmother, what should she do in the face of the provocation of her stepson? Lin Lang didn't speak, but just turned her face slightly to see what her father-in-law's husband meant.
Yan Guogong caressed the back of Fu Linlang's hand so that she didn't have to worry about it.
Turning his head, the smile on the man's lips converged completely, and the others were squeezing their necks, daring not to look at each other half.
As a husband who has seen wind and rain and grows older, Yan Guogong is undoubtedly mature and wise. He patiently guides his wife and tolerates her nonsense.
But as a country's girders, a master of a house, and even a long-time father, men are much more demanding.
His wife is a person who wants to be with him for half his life. He is a gentle gentleman who lives on the bloodline. He has enough patience to teach her what is good, what is bad, what cannot be done, and what to be vigilant. Because of the abundant time in his life, he is not in a hurry, but is more willing to lead people in a posture of spring and rain.
And from the point of selfishness, he was not willing to blame her and scold her with a stern attitude.
Anyway, this person is going to be protected behind him, even if she stabbed Lou Zi, the husband is after the wife, it is a matter of course.
But his son is different. He will inherit the government of the country in the future. Perhaps, under certain opportunities, the juvenile should stay away from his parents, go out to study and study, understand things, build merits, etc., sooner or later, the young eagle will spread his wings and ca n't forever bless him. Under the wing, he will still be as he is now, no matter how good or bad he is, he is proud and arrogant. Sooner or later, he will be a stepping stone for others and a snack for others!
"Zhaolie, give your mother tea."
Yan Guogong said quietly, "Don't say that the masters haven't taught you, Tiandijun is a teacher, you must be unfaithful, you should not be filial, and the teacher must not be disrespectful. Do you want to be a disrespectful Xiaoxiao generation? "
"Don't be filial ... Hum! Come and go, you will use this kind of annoying etiquette to suppress people." Yan Zhaolie was really young, and only a few words were said by Yan Guogong.
Lao Tzu's face was indifferent, as immobile as a magnificent master, and he inserted a knife into his son's heart. "The number of ceremonies was set by the saints. After thousands of years of trials, you have not reached the height of the saints, nor The sage's style, if the name is unsuccessful or unsuccessful, will only be angry at the woman's hairy boy, with the useless word written on his face, what is the qualification to say that the sage's courtesy is annoying? "
Yan Zhaolie wanted to throw away a bunch of avenues to confuse his father's face, but he searched the stomach and scratched his stomach, and sadly found that there was no suitable one, so he had to hate and throw away the sentence, "devious old antiques!"
"Old antiques?" Yan Guogong twitched his eyelids, and the background was like a black pool. "Don't you know that antiques are more valuable as they grow older? The pictures of the spring and the mountains and rivers left by the former dynasty paintings are not worth 300 during the heyday. Wen, now that the dynasty has changed, do you know how much it took for the father to get it? "
Yan Zhaolie snorted, "At most, it's just golden two thousand."
Father shook his head.
He burst out of his heart, and his confidence dropped by more than half. "How much more? Do you want to reach the entire government?"
Yan Guogong still shook his head.
Others listened with two ears.
Could it be that this volume of mountains and rivers sold an incredible price?
Lin Lang supported his chin, smiling at Ying Zhaolie, and seeing how Shiziye, who caught the duck on the shelf, ended.
The other party stared at her a little angrily, obviously thinking of that absurd wedding night.
Under the eyes of all eyes, the father did not give the steps down, so that the majestic majesty of the world blew his face in front of the stepmother's eyes. Yan Zhaolie buzzed in his head, feeling like a little puppet playing in the palm of his hand.
The young man was put on the face and his eyes were stained with a thin red. In Lin Lang 's eyes, he looked a little pitiful. He gritted his teeth and said, "It is impossible to use this paper on a mountain, but another Go change? "
Yan Guogong gave his son a strange look, and seemed surprised that he would say such an answer.
Yan Zhaolie's chest rose again.
Then he heard his dad say: "How come? The other party sent me the penny without taking it."
Yan Guogong looked at him again and sighed.
As if to say, how could he have such a silly son when he was wise?
Who dares to ask for the money of the Grand Duke? Not afraid of scalding your palms!
"puff--"
Lin Lang finally couldn't hold back and smiled on the spot.
Fortunately, she still remembered that she was the wife of the Kuo Gong Mansion and covered her face with a fan, but the laughter was audible to everyone. Feelings go around a big circle, deliberately digging pits for his son.
Could it be to avenge the phrase "old antiques"?
Yan Zhaolie 's handsome face turned red, and he was ashamed and angry, "Are you deliberately making me happy?"
The man tapped his finger on the table and calmed down. Yan Guogong slowly said, "Do you really think that father is taking you to make you happy? Being a father is just to let you know that as a man, you must not be narrow-minded and not shallow-sighted , Even if you ca n't be both civil and military, you ca n't lose your temper. Well, give your mother tea. "
Yan Zhaolie suffocated an evil fire, and wanted to turn around and walk away, and finally succumbed to the wicked prestige of his laozi.
Lin Lang took out the prepared red seal and said with a complaint, "The child is still young, and I will know more in the future. There is no one like you who can't step down." She smiled at Yan Zhaolie. "You Dad has this temperament, just ignore him. "
The couple had a slick face and a sing-white face, and they cooperated perfectly.
Being so cared for by a "two-year-old" woman, "Yan Zhaolie" choked with anger in his throat, unable to go up or down, his face was extremely ugly.
Yan Guogong glanced at him, "Come on, let's go, don't go out in the past few days, and make a few articles in the house."
Yan Zhaolie had not yet refuted. The stepmother on the side persuaded, "They are all children, how can they restrain his playful nature?"
He suspiciously looked at Lin Lang, this man is so kind to plead for him?
Yan Guogong said again, "Well, since he is a child and his heart is not stable, then he should hone it. The gentleman in the simple family is still here. Examination. "He said lightly," but it's not close, don't think about going out to play, it's good to sleep on the floor in the study. "
Yan Zhaolie heard his face green.
His father ignored his son's mood and raised his hand to let him go.
Lin Lang saw the man's loss of soul and left with a shallow foot, waving a handkerchief, expressing sympathy.
Hey, a **** crime caused by an "old antique".
It seems that men are not old.
Then she said with great fear, "Old antiques, your beautiful wife is hungry, what will you eat for breakfast?"
Yan Guogong squinted at her.
"How about steaming Qingqing?"
302: The little goblin who makes waves everyday.
Lin Lang lived in Guo Gong Mansion for two days and was very relaxed.
It's the prince who is high above the earth, and every time she looks at her, she looks like a human being.
As a man who hasn't grown up yet, with a big mountain on his head, Yan Zhaolie is undoubtedly miserable by her.
When the sky was still gray, Lin Lang was embraced by the grandfather of the broad shoulders and long legs and slept in his arms. Shiziye wouldn't have this good treatment anymore. When the waiter outside heard the roar of chicken, he flew into the inner room without saying anything, and he carried the shizi, who was only wearing a blouse, and had an unreasonable look on his face, to Wenyuan Pavilion. .
Mr. Yan Guogong casually mentioned that he is a well-known contemporary Confucian. He used to be an official in the court. He was famous for his death and admonishment. The most hated thing in his life is the ignorant boy who does not know the manners and rules.
Yan Zhaolie thought to himself that he really wanted to die.
That line depends on who has spent it.
Shizi Ye looked at Mr. Daru with a sullen face, with murderous eyes.
At the first sight of Da Shiru, Ye Ziye was disheveled, like a rogue beast. He slapped his white beard, but he was very good. He said that it was just that Shi Ziye had just taken classes, and he was not very used to it. Learn another day?
Yan Zhaolie's terrible mood finally eased a little.
Fortunately, this old man is sensible!
He went back with satisfaction.
Unexpectedly, the old Confucian, who said that he understood and understood old age, turned his head and sold the prince of the world without any mercy, and it was worthless, degrading him into the mud. An old grandfather cried with tears and told Yan Guogong that Grandpa not only did not dress up, but also respected the teacher. When he glared at him, he was scary and scary. As a teacher, he was really cold. .
Yan Guogong kindly appeased Daru and waited for the people to leave. He summoned Shen Guanjia and arranged another martial artist for Yan Zhaolie. This warrior is not a small start. He is a hero who has actually drunk blood on the battlefield. The trained soldiers are known for their bravery and fighting. More importantly, the warrior likes to challenge the limit and never release water.
Lin Lang always heard the screams from the martial arts field in the afternoon.
The good day of the male host is so happy to see the beginning.
Lin Lang was lying on the man 's chest with fingers drawn in circles, and said inadvertently, "The grandfather is actually clever and clever, but he just does n't like me a little bit. It 's just a little too aggressive to act. How hard are you with a child?
Yan Guogong squeezed her nonsense hand and thought about it in her heart.
From the point of view of the heir alone, he does not deny that his son is outstanding among his peers. His talent lies in his ability to comprehend and adapt very well, and he is clever and intelligent, often able to make inferences, although sometimes his bad temperament The masters were angry enough, but the reputation of being sensitive and studious was still passed on.
Under the suppression and promotion of Yan Guogong, Yan Zhaolie was more restrained when he was acting outside. Behind it was the prestigious government office, and he was again wearing a leather sac of Zhilan Yushu Jun. The young man regarded him as the leader. Yang respected him, and the old Yuzi of the officialdom looked at Yan Guogong's face, and the whole article was also full of beautiful words.
What's more, Yan Zhaolie did have real material, but they just praised his goodness a bit.
Yan Guogong was busy with political affairs. After listening to the compliments of his father and his son, he saw that his son was really big. With his own idea, he planned to let him go to the famous hall.
After all, eighteen years old, you can already be the master.
When Yan Guogong was sixteen years old, Xiao's decline, and this impending collapse of the dynasty was caught in a hysterical struggle, ordering the princes to send their sons to Beijing, so as to pinch their blood to stabilize the imperial power. He declined Li Daotao's plan of stiffness set by his father and went alone.
In just two years, Yan Guogong, a proton, bears humiliation, bears humiliation, counterattacks, and conquers Jiangshan. By the age of eighteen, the dynasty of the Xiao dynasty was finally cut off in one day.
Yan Guogong always believes that men should be trained in the blood sea blade, otherwise how can they grow up?
But Yan Guogong did not expect that he was too relieved.
Since his son did not notify him, he forcibly went to Li's house to divorce, and now Linlang enters the door. He is disrespectful to his stepmother. His various performances have the level of a lost son, which makes Yan Guogong very unhappy.
The cleverness is there, that is, the character is arrogant, irritable and irritable, and has the trouble of a brother, and a provocation, it is easy to be used as a bird.
In the past, Yan Guogong felt that this was a young man's heart, and he might have grown up after a few years of marriage.
But now, Yan Guogong, who is not ready to marry, has married, and there is a young lady in his arms, his wife is young, and he is older, so he has to plan for the future.
So his requirements for his eldest son Yan Zhaolie became stricter.
"Have a boy." Yan Guogong said to his wife.
"Girls don't like it anymore?" Lin Lang squinted, crying, "I know, you are eccentric."
Yan Guogong nodded his wife's eyebrows, "It is natural for girls to be husbands, but there must always be a brother to help her not to be bullied."
The eldest son's character is not suitable for being a leading brother. Waiting for him to enter the soil halfway, by then, if the wife's relationship with the eldest son still can't be eased, and there are no heirs worth relying on under the knee, Yan Guogong can know how her situation is.
It's just that these annoying things can't tell her, so as not to scare people out of illness.
As a husband, if your wife is always worried, it is too incompetent.
Yan Guogong changed the subject, "Tomorrow will be back, what can my wife prepare for her husband?"
Without his command, Shen Guanjia had already prepared gifts for the return of the three dynasties, but his question was to show his respect for his wife's family.
Although he and his father are colleagues, they are in a relationship with superiors and subordinates. If Weng-son's relationship is not good, his wife will be the first to suffer. Yan Guogong tried to keep her from worrying about these things.
"Yes, there are many." Lin Lang pulled his finger and Yan Guogong raised the quilt to her thin waist. "First of all, there must be a fat big golden pig, enough for four or fifty people to eat. And my dad loves to drink tea, what is Longjing Maojian Biluo Chunjun Mountain Silver Needle, put a few cans in the past. My mother, she believes in Buddha, it is enough for her to get a few Tan Buddha Jade Buddha. Right. "
The broad chest she leaned on was slightly ups and downs, and there was a heavy laughter muffled in it. Yan Guo was fair, "Still doing it? Are you afraid to evacuate the entire Guo Gong Mansion?"
The little lady became grieved instantly, her eyes hazy and misty, as if she was about to cry. "Husband hates Qingqing? I knew that your men just like the new and the old. They coax people and throw them away when they are used up." "
Yan Guogong hissed, "Ma'am, if you have something to say, don't do it. Xiaoqing Qing, who didn't dare to throw her as her husband, didn't dare to throw him."
Lin Lang was satisfied, the sinful little hand moved away from the man's dogwood, and continued to lie on his stomach, and asked, "Is my weight heavy, husband? Is it hurting you?"
This is obviously a dug trap, waiting for the fool to jump inside.
"My wife asked for some reason, and her husband's chest will be pressed into a deep hole by his wife." Yan Guogong pretended to be in pain.
Lin Lang stared at him, "What a pit? Do you want to talk back, don't you want to live?"
Yan Guogong chuckled and patted her troubled little **** with a big palm.
"Having saved half of the river for the husband to replace you, do you say how heavy you are?"
So Lin Lang laughed again, with a bang, satisfied to kiss the man a little bit.
While whispering, the couple slowly fell asleep in the warm afternoon.
Early the next morning, Lin Lang slept sleepily and was dug out of the bed by a man. How could she beg for more sleep for a while. The father-in-law's husband put on clothes and footwear for her and helped the man get into the carriage.
"Is that so sleepy?" Yan Guogong hugged people helplessly.
"Last night I dreamed that Fu Jun was much younger, and urged the concubine to do her homework, saying that if you don't do well, you must use the board to beat your palms." Lin Lang complained and complained, "I didn't mess with you, why are you so fierce?"
Probably Yan Guogong was too cruel to his son, causing Lin Lang to think about something and dream about it at night.
The maids who were waiting next to them pressed their shoulders quickly, watching their eyes and noses.
There is no reason for this lady to be capricious.
Even a dream can anger your grandfather and convince you.
Yan Guogong answered in surprise, "Is this really the case?"
"Really, I'm here with you."
Lin Lang accused him of his ink-colored long eyebrows, "These two eyebrows are tied together and tied, which is scary."
He smiled to appease, "It may be young, this eyebrow, there are always too many trivial things, and naturally it is knotted. Now, with the wife's laughter, the scary eyebrows for the husband can finally be released. It 's time to see someone. Madam, do n't worry. Tonight, see the young man for her husband, so that he can be taught that this lady is to be supported in his heart. How can he beat his heart? Teach him for his wife. "
"This is what you said, and he is not allowed to bully me again."
"We never say anything for husband."
He tickled the other's little finger and indulged all the way to Li Mansion.
I learned that Guo Gong accompanied his newly-wed wife Gui Ning, and the family had been neatly dressed and waiting outside.
Jun is a monarch, vassal is a vassal, and even the most intimate Weng son-in-law does not dare to break it casually, at least in appearance.
Yan Guogong implemented the credo of petting his wife, and got out of the carriage and hugged Lin Lang down again. Lin Luang leaned forward halfway, and stepped on him firmly. He saw Li's face twitching. He wished to twist his daughter's ear to teach a lesson.
Yan Guogong didn't pay much attention, and he played the bomb robe and talked with Li Li.
His status is too high, except for Father Li, the others are not qualified to get too close.
Most of the people present were women, so Yan Guogong exposed his face, nodded at Lin Lang, and went to the library to discuss with his father.
Before leaving, Lin Lang blinked at him.
Yan Guogong restrained his smile a little, and blinked at her. He was shocked by Li Fuhu's body. He almost thought that the man next to him had lost his bag.
Then Lin Lang, uneasy, was carried away by her mother.
Li's heart is broken, and he has become a wife of the family. How can it be naive and naughty like a girl in a boudoir? Duke Guo is really true, how can she be fooled by Zhen Niang's little character?
Being the wife of the father-in-law, the husband and wife, Rong, Lin Lang's status came to a reversal, and the women were all careful to make laughs. Even Li Zhaoyun had to bend down and pay a courtesy to her, although she did Unwilling.
Lin Lang didn't care much about her. She waved her hand away, and happily walked into the boudoir with her skirt, and asked her mother, "Mother, how's my careful liver going? How to eat, sleep and drink well Do you miss me? Honestly, mother, you have been watching me for a long time, and you have not abused it while I was away? "
Li's chest felt a little pain.
What care about the liver, is a flat-haired beast who doesn't know what to do!
After Lin Lang got married, it shouted all day long: "Thousands of swords are defeated!"
It was more terrible than it was, and it was sad to see those who shed tears.
"Do you think Niang is you? Niang is not so stingy, and is angry with a flat-haired animal!" Li's not angry.
"I know you are generous and considerate ..."
"Go and go, how to be a virtue with your Lao Tzu! Net will say good things to coax people." Li Shi poked Lin Lang's head.
Lin Lang was surprised. "Did Dad say such a thing?" She didn't look like it.
Li's squinted, "Don't underestimate your father, he was also a handsome young man who did a good poem, otherwise, in the manner of your mother, your father's wood pimple, your mother can see it?"
Lin Lang hurriedly said that it was the mother who was really gorgeous and popular, and coaxed Li's comfortably.
After Li's recovery from his daughter's compliment, it was the evening when the sun was setting. Lin Lang got into the carriage with the help of her father-in-law's husband and returned to the house with the golden cage.
Li screamed.
Father Li quickly asked her what was wrong.
The woman said bitterly, "No wonder Zhenniang coaxed me like this, originally for the little animal!" Li thinks that this flat-haired animal is too evil, and makes her daughter obsessed with tea. The bird murmured, the gods were nagging, and finally marrying others. Li did not want the bird to harm the father-in-law, but he was detained in the house. As a result, the girl was taken away.
After listening to Father Li, he couldn't help crying or laughing.
"Okay, everyone is gone, let's go back."
Li Zhaoyun followed the crowd, looked up again, and quickly glanced at the leaving carriage.
Sooner or later, she will be more beautiful than Lin Lang!
Lin Lang returned home this time and showed love to Guo Gong's granddaughter. This made Li Chaoyun angry. In anxiety, he began to secretly plan for himself. Of course, what she planned was a big deal, not the same as Lin Lang's little boyish temperament that only showed off men.
Li Zhaoyun has always felt that she is not at the same level as the ancient indigenous women who only compete for favor.
They thought about rouge and gouache to envelop the man, and she was thinking that she was soaring!
Although Li Chaoyun regarded Lin Lang as an opponent, Lin Lang did not care what the mistress was thinking. All her thoughts were now on her baby.
"Wangcai, are you thin? The master looked so distressed."
Lin Lang touched the parrot's head with his finger.
The parrot turned her head and tweeted to peck at her palm, obviously also full of tears.
"Wangcai, the master heard that you are shouting all sorts of losers and who are you talking about?"
The little guy immediately made a faint look, as if killed in Lin Lang's palm.
Lin Lang laughed, forgiving it.
The wife grabbed a handful of fragrant sunflower seeds and put it on the palm of the Grand Duke, coquettishly said, "Husband, can you help me peel it, okay? People have brittle nails and bad peeling."
Except for the couple, there was no one else in the carriage. The main reason was that Yan Guogong felt that his wife was particularly cute and lovely when no one was there, and dared to rely on him for everything.
Well, it 's a little fun.
So Duke Yan Guo stripped me of seeds.
He thought he could get encouragement from his wife, but the little girl turned to feed the little parrot, and while feeding, said pity, "Wangcai, eat fast, don't be afraid. enough."
Yan Guogong seemed to laugh, "Is the wife too biased?"
Lin Lang thinks that there are many men who can talk, and there are not many parrots who can talk to her and please her.
Yan Guogong's black eyes flashed slightly, "You don't have to have nine cows, you can take you back as a husband."
The tall man was like Yushan dumping, pressing her under him with nowhere to escape. The two thin lips gently rubbed the corners of the mouth, the back of the ears and the collarbone, and finally landed on her chest.
Lingering and charming.
Lin Lang blinked, "What are you going to do, Husband? Could you want a car in this broad daylight ..." She quickly changed her mouth, "Cough, car show."
"What is the car scene?" Yan Guogong asked with great interest.
Lin Lang looked at the beauty that appeared in the collar of the man's clothes, "Have you never seen a car show? It's the kind of performing acrobatics in the car."
"Have you seen it?"
Lin Lang nodded, with a serious expression, "You talk, husband, what do you do to undress?"
Yan Guogong chuckled, his long fingers stretched out, elegantly untied his moire belt, and Yu Pei fell on the brocade to make a subtle sound. He separated his long legs, knelt proficiently on both sides of Lin Lang's thin waist, bent down, and gave a very low, slightly hoarse smile in her ear, as if it was some kind of breathing restrained by the host, **** and sultry. .
He threw away his clothes, and covered the golden cage with the little parrot very precisely. The little guy was so angry that he shouted a thousand swordsmen-who told the master to only teach him the swear word.
Yan Guogong bit her clavicle carefully. Lin Lang felt that the man with the clavicle and slobber was particularly irritated at this moment, which was definitely damaged by her shameless parrot.
"That's the husband, today it's a different performance for his wife, um, car show, the kind that can't close his legs, is that good?"
303: It broke his closed mantra and ruined his immortality.
Lin Lang's newlyweds were very moist, just like the oil in honey.
It has been more than five months since she was married in the government of the country. From June to November, the people in the palace have been careless from the beginning to the present. The mistress is thoughtful and acts with grace and courage, and gathers people's hearts neatly, not daring to make half a mistake.
Lin Lang is now in charge of things inside and outside the Guo Gong Mansion. If he can't solve it, he will go to Yan Guo Gong to discuss. Women can be competent, but they are too clever to behave. Occasionally watch the opportunity to worship men and let them know what important role they play in the family.
Once a man comes to heart, it is difficult to let go.
"Ma'am, it's snowing, let's go back, so as not to get cold," said a waiter girl.
Lin Lang gathered the books and looked out of the pavilion.
"Then go back."
She stood up, and someone immediately put on a thick cloak for her, and handed over a warm stove to let Lin Lang walk around.
When approaching a winding corridor, Lin Lang met Yan Zhaolie, who also returned from the snow.
It can be said that the enemy has a narrow road.
The two sides met, and the next people looked at each other, I don't know who to let first.
The results of these five months of "hell training" came out. Yan Zhaolie rolled his eyes, and Ling Leng's cold light flashed over, but he restrained himself, and said to the people under his command, "What do you do?" Do you want to avoid it? "
The followers who obeyed the orders lined up immediately.
"Mother go first, it's cold outside, don't get cold." Yan Zhaolie said lukewarmly.
Lin Lang didn't try to figure out how much hypocrisy there was in his words, nodded, and took away.
As he passed by, Yan Zhaolie glanced aside.
The lady's waist was slender, and she was less than a grip, looming in the cloak.
After a few more days, Li came to visit.
Also brought a lot of interesting news to Lin Lang.
The woman took the initiative.
Lin Lang has always known Li Zhaoyun 's ambitions. She is in line with the original Li Linlang 's goal, and she went to the queen 's position, but Li Chaoyun hid better and deeper, and fell in the eyes of others, that is, fame, fame, and glory. Treat money like dung.
This time she did a major event that shocked the government and the public.
Li Chaoyun wanted to forgive the world.
Generally speaking, the power to forgive the world is usually in the hands of the king, in the name of mercy, to pardon the prisoners. The emperor's ascension to the throne, the replacement of the year number, the establishment of the queen, and the establishment of the prince are all likely to forgive the world. The special case is the rare natural disaster. In order to appease the impetuous people, there will also be an amnesty order.
From this, we can see the terrible halo of the heroine. In this woman's inconsiderate Daqing dynasty, Li Zhaoyun successfully promoted the amnesty as a woman, won countless praises and gratitudes, and plated the path of her benevolent queen A layer of shiny golden light.
But Li did n't think so deeply, she had only one thought about the girl 's shocking move--
She is crazy!
"She's really crazy! Since my housekeeper, I haven't shortened her clothes or lost her abalone bird's nest. Does she have such a big heart that she still wants the treatment of her daughter-in-law? What a grudge? Does she want to harm your father's career like this? "Li's angry, the table was snapped by her jade bracelet.
Even the little parrot sensed the anger of this graceful lady and shrunk her head and dared not make a noise.
"Don't worry, sip tea, and slowly say." Lin Lang looked relaxed.
Li finally calmed down with her daughter's consolation. "My mother didn't want to worry, but she, wolf-hearted, pushed your father to the top of the storm! Your father came back and said that those colleagues stared at him every day and wanted to catch him wrong. Fortunately, there is an adult, otherwise your dad will be chopped down by the **** guys! "
Lin Lang listened to Li's intermittently saying the whole thing and sorted it out a little.
The main idea is that the hostess Li Zhaoyun went out one morning and saw that there were dead people on the side of the road, and Daxue buried half of the body. She was very angry and felt that the heavens were unfair. When she returned, she wrote a "Zhumen wine smells bad, the road has frozen bones". The epic poems came out and circulated wildly in the teahouse restaurant, enveloping a large number of unpopular students.
With the help of interested people, things are getting more and more fermented. Some officials walked on the road somehow and were thrown with rotten eggs and rotten leaves.
Officials had to count the debt on Li's father.
Lin Lang remembered that when the matter reached the end, Li Zhaoyun became a representative of the poor people in the folk. After being directly hired, and at the same time forgiving the world, Li Zhaoyun has since opened the life of the legendary queen.
"Miss rest assured, I will talk to adults about this matter, father will not be okay."
Lin Lang appeased again and again, and the Li family was uneasy to go back.
"When the adult comes back, let him come to me." Lin Lang ordered to the maid.
Grandpa Yan Guo came back in the middle of the night. He wanted to go to the study and heard the maid telling her that something was wrong. His footsteps naturally turned a corner.
"Why don't you sleep?"
He stepped in.
"No husband, Lin Lang can't sleep."
His wife's face became more beautiful under candlelight.
Yan Guogong seemed to laugh, "Don't you want a warm stove that warms your hands and feet?"
Lin Lang stared at him, "Don't you know what it means to see it or not?"
"Yes yes, for the husband to pay attention next time."
He stepped forward and squeezed his wife's palm. He was about to speak, and heard Lin Lang open his mouth, "How come Husband returned so late today?"
"Something has been delayed on the road." Yan Guogong evaded.
"Because of my sister?"
Yan Guogong looked at her with black eyes.
"It seems that Hu Jun appreciates her very much."
Lin Lang hurriedly gathered the beautiful silk cloth that fell.
Yan Guogong frowned slightly, and his wife's words were a little cold.
The young wife picked up a pair of slender scissors to fiddle with candlelight, with a graceful and quiet posture.
"Why do you say this?" Yan Guogong asked.
"If it were not for her appreciation, if the husband's reputation and status in the court, what would make this matter dragged on to this day and could not be resolved? Don't say that the husband is afraid of the group of sour Confucians, a woman who lives by the family's door? The wick of the candle was lightly cut by the hostess, so the interior was a little brighter. "The husband's thunder means, even after the concubine married, heard about it, why hesitated recently?"
Her body was slightly on her side, and the silhouette on the ground was thin and graceful.
"lady--"
"Hush."
Qingluo's little fan gently covered Yan Guogong's lips. She said softly, "Fujun, you know, concubine is the least interested in explaining. Some aftermath will only make the truth even more unbearable."
Lin Lang put down her scissors, and the jade bracelets on her wrists reflected the green luster. She leaned her head to look at Yan Guogong, "The husband is the sky of the concubine, the ground of the concubine, and the only place where the concubine lives. I do n't know if the concubine is the husband 's dream.
She smiled again, "These husbands would listen if they wanted to, and they would not listen to it. It was like the concubine was confused and sent a few more complaints. The husband did not have to go to his heart. The snow tonight didn't know what time to stop, husband Remember to add a few more clothes to deal with the official document. The concubine is sleepy, so she goes to bed first. "
After he finished speaking, he owed his body and opened the yarn account and went to the inner room.
Grandpa Yan Guo stood there for a while, his expression obscure.
"Ma'am, don't think too much."
Lin Lang heard it and did not reply.
The next day she had people prepare a carriage and went to the first holy place of Buddhism, Baima Temple.
Yan Guogong heard the report from Shen Guanjia, and the handwriting of the dragon snake wandered slightly.
Lin Lang wore power lizards and broke away, then Nana turned to a courtyard.
"Shusha--"
Young monks in black hats sweep snow in the courtyard. He heard the sound of snow and mud falling not far away, so he looked up, and this time, he was stunned on the spot.
"Master, Lin Lang is courteous."
The female voice is gentle, flowing across the ear like spring water.
The monk dotted with red sand between his eyebrows regained his calm color, made a ritual toward the person, and entered the house with a broom. He never said anything to her.
It's as cold as the icy ice in the cold winter twelfth lunar month, and all the snow melts in the bone.
As the youngest translator of Baima Temple, Jing Cheng 's Junxiu Wushuang was nodded by thousands of believers. It is particularly rare that he became famous in his youth, but he did not have any impetuous problems. Sentient beings.
At the same time, the young great man was also known for his good temper, which made the old monk who had been in the Buddhist temple for decades to sigh himself.
No one has seen Jing Cheng's indifferent side.
If there are, believers think, it must be wrong.
Lin Lang was sure that he had read it correctly.
The handsome monk's attitude towards her was cold, as if she had been shy and shy before her, which was an illusion in her memory.
"Why is the master so indifferent to Lin Lang?"
Lin Lang asked, pitifully, still pulling his clothes.
Jing Cheng stretched her legs to step up the stairs. When she was pulled by her, her footsteps stopped unnaturally. He didn't look back, looking directly at the lacquered, long-lived golden Buddha who was kept in the house.
"Since the donor has been married as a woman, she wishes to speak carefully. The poor monk is a monk who does not go through the red dust. If the words and actions are alienated improperly, the donor should bear more.
There was no fluctuation in his tone, and it was terrifyingly calm.
"So the master intends to forget all that day?"
Jing Cheng looked indifferent, "Everything works, like a dream bubble. In the past, the poor monk has forgotten for a long time, and the donor does not have to be too concerned."
"But if someone can't forget?"
A silver-red phoenix skirt skirted in the snow, and she raised her hand slightly, and a slender wrist bone covered with a silver bracelet engraved with a lotus pattern. When this lotus bloomed in front of the Buddha, it was Jiaoran that was not stained with fine dust. However, when it fell into the fireworks in the world, it touched the soft skin of the woman, and it was stained with water.
It seems like a Zen machine about to be broken.
Jing Cheng closed his eyes.
Despair gradually swelled under my heart.
He told himself that he cannot fall.
Otherwise waiting for him-
It 's nowhere to go.
It's gone.
"The master knows that on that noisy night, Lin Lang was sitting in the wedding room, what was she thinking about?" The woman's delicate fingertips flicked over the young Dade's cheek, and finally gently and gently rubbed the vermilion between his brows.
"I'm thinking, if the master comes in a handsome red dress, it must be grand and unparalleled."
Her eyes are like a fine net, woven with white snow and cold wind, but also soft and warm feelings.
Lin Lang slowly withdrew his hand and took a half step back.
Maintained a restrained to chilling distance.
"Master, bother today."
"Lin Lang will not come again."
She did not hold an umbrella, standing in the broken jade, the delicate lotus bloomed. She folded her hands together and made the most regular and polite Buddhist ritual, her skirt slightly raised and her body leaned forward slowly.
"May the Master arrive on the other side as soon as possible to save the sufferings of all beings-"
The tail is not dissipated in the cold air, but artificial, swallowed in the hot lips.
Lin Lang's eyes widened.
The most polite, most respectful, and most upright Buddhist monk broke the color ring that he could not break.
Lin Lang hadn't reacted yet, so he kissed him crazily in his arms, everything turned like a whirlwind, and his soul was turned upside down. Sucking and lingering, she couldn't breathe at all.
The sweet smell smelled the pure and flawless Buddha body.
With a snapping sound, I woke Lin Lin who was immersed in the kiss.
I don't know when she was dragged into the house. Just now, it was the wooden door closed by a pair of big palms. And she, a thin and powerful body, with an absolutely strong posture, pressed tightly against the waist, her long legs were squeezed into the middle of her knees, and there was no escape, and her back was covered with frost and snow.
The back is cold, but the front is hot like magma.
"Axiu."
There was a clear and gentle voice in the messy and panting breath.
"what?"
"Call me Axiu."
His legal name is Shi Jingcheng. No one except his master knew that he had a nickname of Axiu before he became a monk.
After he grew older and became famous, the master no longer called his common name from occasion to time.
He thought that during his lifetime, the name would be locked in the supreme floating turret, and slowly covered with dust, until the end, he forgot what he was originally called.
"Axiu, call me Axiu." Jing Cheng whispered inexplicably.
"Axiu--"
After this sound, the beast completely out of the box.
Lin Lang was trembling with him, like a young new peach swaying in the wind.
Jing Cheng licked the blood of the lips, and the red mole between the eyebrows was no longer that shallow mark, but rather was glamorous and geeky.
At this moment, he is no longer the son of a Buddha who is highly respected and worshipped in the audience in Brahma.
Instead, he was enchanted by the beautiful demon who fell into the abyss of evil.
The closed mouth Zen is broken.
No bad body is destroyed.
Then ...
Let this monstrous red lotus industry fire burn more thoroughly.
Lin Lang was pinched by his waist and moved all the way in the room. First, he hit the table and then the chair. Finally, she was soft and folded to the window sill.
"Boom--"
A pot of well-cultivated epiphyllum fell from the window.
"Axiu ..."
She hadn't spoken yet, her lips were sealed again, and she felt very numb.
Jing Cheng opened her mouth, her teeth bit her clothes off her shoulders, and her kisses meandered down.
Lin Lang leaned over halfway, and Qionghua swayed in the temples, as if she could not fall.
Amorous and enchanted.
Her eyes were blurred, her cheeks were dyed with peach powder, and her eyes shook with Jing Cheng's movements, and she slid somewhere casually, only to find that there was an unexpected guest in the yard.
The other person was long standing, wearing a sable-lined red cape, black hair tied with a jade crown, open and clear, and a pair of long, narrow eyes was looking at her coldly.
304: How to be gentle with the enemy.
Lin Lang looked at the man standing in the middle of the courtyard.
The other party's left hand curled up, holding the umbrella handle, and the catkins drifted like snow, and occasionally some were stained on the shoulders of the sable cloak, unexpectedly revealing a cold and expensive atmosphere.
His dark black pupil looked directly at Lin Lang, expressionless, watching her kissed by a handsome monk on the window sill.
The hairpins are chaotic and charming, and the charms are rampant.
The young monk fell in love with her neck fossa, and slowly opened the woman's brocade collar with her teeth. The clothes slid gently along the shoulders to the extreme, like a wave of water, revealing a lot of pink lotus skin and winding Slender, bright red knot on the edge of the thin neck.
She folded the window sill and looked up at her, so he could clearly see the look on her face.
Shocked, panicked, scared.
The combination of emotions became the reason for the thin red charm on her eyes.
She seemed to be a little panicked and pushed her body.
A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
But the Buddhist monk did not know that there was another person in the yard. He was trapped in the temptation of the female color, buried in Lin Lang's chest, and the intensity was not controlled, and he bit too hard.
"Well......"
So a sweet, confused moan / yin overflowed from the red sandalwood.
Extremely gorgeous.
Think of it.
Between the waist and hips, it was being stirred by an unidentified and wild gentleness, which was tempting.
His palm was tight with the handle of the umbrella.
In the sight, the woman was hugged back into the house by the young monk, and the sound of learning from the clothes rubbing gradually decreased.
Although he knew that there was a jackal, tiger, and leopard staring outside, Lin Lang was not in a hurry. Jing Cheng's movements slowed down, resting her head on her shoulders, and her body was hot and hard to rub against.
Jing Cheng didn't know what to do next.
He was born in Buddhism since childhood. Because of his talent, he was well protected by the masters. He didn't let him see anything dirty. At most, Jing Cheng saw some movements under the peach tree when the pilgrims saluted the Buddha.
Often encountering this situation, Jing Cheng's face flushed first.
Adhering to the principle of ignoring etiquette, immediately leave the land of right and wrong.
Therefore, he knew that he could kiss and touch but couldn't get in.
So he suffocated even more.
Lin Lang was also bad. She also stared at the innocent eyes.
Jing Cheng hugged her tightly, there was no gap between the two bodies, and there was a bit of rubbing for a while, he finally showed a happy and relaxed look, and then came a huge shame after sober.
The toes curled up and let go, repeating it several times.
Zhu Shayan's eyebrows were so **** that she didn't dare to look up at Lin Lang for a long time.
Madam was pillowed in front of his thin chest, and the tired, hoarse voice showed the laziness after greed, which made Jing Cheng's throat knot unconsciously shaken. Especially uncomfortable. "
"What's wrong?" Jing Cheng asked nervously.
"I don't know what happened, maybe I was scared."
Lin Lang whispered, "I do n't know what the second sister wants to do, and use some poems that intensify the contradiction to instigate those refugees who have a hard life. When they changed their previous promises, they went to the other extreme. , I saw a single official lady who was single-handed and dragged into the alley by the unkempt man ... "
She stretched her fingers out of her sleeves and tightened Jing Cheng's shirt, her teeth seemed to be trembling. "They are no longer refugees, but mad mobsters. There are still people who are conniving them to insult the officials' The lady is entertaining, I'm afraid, one day I'm afraid of getting sleepy, those people come over the wall, to me- "
Jing Cheng's warm palm covered her mouth.
"Will not."
After the scorching heat disappeared, his eyes became clean and clear again, just like a piece of ink jade enshrined in front of the Buddha, but when he looked closely, there was still a bit of arrogance.
"Don't worry, things will pass soon."
He kissed Lin Lang's forehead.
"I promise you that."
After a while, Lin Lang left Jing Jing's arms, sorting out his dress and dress, and said, "I'm going back, otherwise they should be suspicious."
"When do you ... come again ... see me?"
Jing Cheng grabbed her wrist with a silver bracelet.
The senior monk who loved her first clearly had some troubles, and was afraid that he would let go, and the other party would never look back.
Just like that day, her wedding sedan went against him and could no longer coincide.
Lin Lang surprised his anxiety.
Jing Chengxiu's bone-clear image, looks like a 17-year-old and 17-year-old young man, but when she talked just now, she learned that his real age, 26, is bigger than her body. Ten years old.
And he has no burden to be spoiled with Lin Lang.
But think about this person's experience since he was a child, without intimate contact with foreigners, his world was isolated by Buddhism Brahma Temple, and only the Buddha, Muyu, futon, scriptures, and innocent sandalwood were visible to him.
"quickly."
"wait for me."
After she finished, Jing Cheng reached out and hugged the man again. He sat on the edge of the bed, his cheek against Lin Lang's belly. She did not urge him, and touched the jade-like earlobe.
Lin Lang didn't let Jing Cheng send her out. The other party's eyes were dull. Lastly, Lin Lang coaxed him for a while to get out.
The people standing in the yard did not know when to leave. Lin Lang's mouth slightly tickled, and he slowly walked out.
Jing Cheng 's yard was set aside independently, surrounded by an area where plum trees were planted, and a lacquered corridor leading directly to the side hall.
Lin Lang had just stepped onto the corridor and saw an unexpected visitor.
She said, how can you give up with this person's personality?
It turned out that she was waiting for her here.
The other party stood tall, the oil-paper umbrella was put away, gently against the railing, and the tip was dripping with water. His ink hair was brushed up and crowned with a white jade, neat and elegant.
It was far from what she had seen before her.
In the end, Yan Guogong trained a white jade wolf to come out.
Lin Lang was amazed in his heart. Otherwise, he was a man. The potential was terrible. If he pressed him a little, he would grow fast and turn around, and there would be earth-shaking changes.
It is estimated that Li Zhaoyun saw him again, and he dared not even admit it.
Now Yan Zhaolie has initially revealed the dynamism he had only later.
Lin Lang's plan had to be adjusted.
There is only one road in the corridor. Lin Lang couldn't avoid it and had to walk over.
Yan Zhaolie looked sideways at the snow on Meizhi. When his stepmother was about to pass by without saying hello, when nothing happened, Shizi Ye suddenly stood upright.
Unexpectedly.
Lin Lang was about to hit his chest.
"Is it good to cheat with a monk carrying my father?" Yan Zhaolie asked with a smile. The special words in the words came out one by one, and they were all colorful talks that attracted the eye. However, he spoke in an understatement, as if he had just discussed with her the depth of the snow buried crops today.
Dogs who bite are usually muffled.
The real ruthless is indifferent.
Born father and son, Yan Guogong 's unmarked cruelty was inherited into his son 's bone blood. He had never felt any threat when he was buried deeply, but when this inheritance was inspired by some opportunity, it was like a torrent of eruption Packed up.
Lin Lang saw his suddenly pale face in his eyes.
"What is Shizi talking about? The concubine was confused."
She deliberately lowered her head in a panic, moved her embroidered shoes to the side, trying to walk around the man.
The other side also took a step with her body tilted, no more, no more, just stopped the person.
This is intentional.
"Confused? Not sure, my mother has always been smart." He said.
The lady who wrapped the silk did not look up and tried her best to stay calm. Yan Zhaolie heard her voice trembling, "It's getting late. The concubine should go back to prepare dinner. Please don't be embarrassed."
"Embarrassed? Zhao Lie doesn't dare." He seemed to laugh, "My father warned Zhao Lie that he should not be unfaithful, that his relatives should not be filial, and that his teacher should not be disrespected. The mother is the elder Zhao Lie should respect. Isn't it a big deal, embarrassing your mother? "He especially emphasized the word" respect ".
Madame's lips turned slightly pale, trying to maintain her crumbling body, biting her lips and saying, "Then ask Shiko to make way."
Yan Zhaolie smiled lightly and meaningfully, "Mother's waist is so short, lighter and softer than wicker, Zhaolie can hold it with one hand, and needs Zhaolie to make way?"
The other person's breath was really quick.
If it is too ambiguous, one cannot help but imagine.
Lin Lang took a deep breath and turned her body slightly, intending to walk by.
"Snapped!"
Shi Ziye slowly put up a long leg, resting on the railing, more than enough length.
Lin Lang suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes with some kind of insulted anger.
Yan Zhaolie smiled right.
The beautiful wife could not get off the stage due to the bad behavior of her step-son, so that her cheeks were faintly covered with a thin layer of red haze, which gradually deepened, like a peach fire, full of bright lips biting a deep red Traces, looks vivid and fragrant.
Yan Zhaolie stared at people intently.
I have to say, he is very happy now.
The wickedness that was once teased, ridiculed, and scorned was swallowed out, seeing her as a pitiful little pitiful, struggling to survive in his palm.
He looked down at her from a condescending position, her eyes were gloomy, and the cross-over of the women's dresses constituted a rigorous protection, showing a half neck with restraint and skimp, but he had just witnessed the beauty of this protection when it fell The long neck, the soft shoulders, and the scenery hidden in the light and obscene clothes.
When he glanced at him like this, Lin Lang's fingers shook slightly and tightened his cuffs.
She closed her eyes and calmed her emotions in her chest. "Since Shizi doesn't want to let it go, forget it." She turned and walked back.
An oil-paper umbrella lay in front of her waist, and the snow flakes turned into ice water, which immediately soaked the cloth. There was a cry in Lin Lang's mouth, and the master's hand suddenly increased in strength. She was staggered and backed away, and her back was knocked on a hard chest.
"Why do you think you have been bullied and want to sue your monk's husband ?? Or did the mother feel that if Zhao Lie knew this by reporting it to his father, guess what he would do?"
This sentence made the person struggling in his arms froze instantly. It took a long time to say in a dumb voice, "He ... was tempted, something came to me."
Yan Zhaolie shouted, "Mother is really affectionate, Zhaolie is ashamed of himself."
Lin Lang didn't speak, she waited for the second sentence.
Sure enough, he smiled lightly and said softly, "Mother is Zhaolie's elder. As a son of man, Zhaolie has no intention of embarrassing. However, if a secret does not want to be discovered, there is always a price to pay. Mother thinks, what Only then can Zhaolie be sealed? "
Gee, are you already trembling with fear?
Yan Zhaolie 's chest was against the back of the other person. It was warm and incredibly soft. She lowered her head slightly, and the collar behind her neck was empty with a nice, clean white. It made him clearly aware that he was clutching in front of him. It is a woman who can distract men.
"You, what do you want?" She gritted her teeth.
"Well, what do you want, I think about this."
Yan Zhaolie said slowly, "As a son of a father-in-law, what does my mother think I am missing?"
"Since you don't lack--"
"However, my father's control of Zhaolie's personnel is quite strict. I haven't had a room to date. I don't know what it's like." Yan Zhaolie slowly lowered his head like a slippery poisonous snake, which was stuck on her With his shoulders, he opened his **** mouth with spooky eyes toward his prey.
His red lips opened slightly, and he didn't spit out the splendid article, but the rhetoric.
She heard this animal covered in beautiful human skin say this--
"It's not as good as this. You just cried and gasped for a few more times to let me listen. Maybe it was a numb body and a soft heart, so nothing happened, how?"
305: The little bunny is pretty rude.
After a few days, the wind and snow gradually stopped.
There was a team of charities along the way, dressed in brown monk clothes, warm and peaceful all around, the turbulent crowd quietly quieted down.
After Daqing overthrew the Xiao dynasty, he quickly became the leader of the ruling ears, and many small countries depended on it for their survival. One of the reasons for this is that Yan Guogong, as the Dinghai God Needle, decides the dynasty, controls foreign enemies, and strategizes. His iron-blooded wrists are chilling.
There was once a powerful country, which was proud of its armaments. During the establishment of Daqing, the Daqing messenger who had invited to observe the ceremony was killed, and in the most important heaven-sacrifice activity of the new emperor ascended the throne, the head box was sent to Yan Guogong with bad intentions In hand.
Before the New Emperor thundered, Yan Guogong asked casually, saying that the animal sacrificed to the sky was missing the most important one.
The festival was postponed for a month.
Yan Guogong did the ideological work of the neighboring country, so that the powerful country became a turtle in the urn and boiled it alive. The relatives of the imperial family had no resistance, and were slaughtered by him like pigs and sheep. The seat was full of blood.
Since then, no one has questioned the position of the co-owner of Daqing. Even if there are opinions, they have to hold back in the intestines, fearing that they will become the next lamb to be slaughtered.
The force of Daqing is chilling. On the other hand, their spiritual penetration is also very strong.
The Central White Horse Temple, which is the capital of the country, is the first holy place for Buddhist temples.
It has been worn for thousands of years, dressed in a prosperous Chinese costume, and painted the powder and ashes of the dynasty. It is still incense today, and the believers are all over the vast land of the king. The messengers who came from far away from other places did not first go to see the king, but bowed their heads in front of the White Horse Temple and prayed pilgrimagely.
Not to mention ordinary people, even the princely generals of the moment have a very solemn attitude towards Baima Temple.
In the eyes of fanatical worshippers, the White Horse Temple is extraordinary, relief of sentient beings, and even above a certain period of imperial power.
The white horse temple with its transcendental status is like a rootless green lotus under the seat of Buddha, which rarely interferes with the world. Therefore, a group of neat and orderly white horse monks appeared in the city, especially the youngest and the most important. When the Dade in red robes released Jingcheng, it aroused speculation on the movements of all parties.
The monks disregarded the opinions of the outside world, and concentrated on giving where the refugees gathered, boiled porridge, decoction, and winter reserves. At the same time, they were accompanied by small lectures to teach the fools 'minds and help them. Provide a way of survival with cause and effect, rather than relying on the act of stealing chickens and dogs and hurting others to support yourself.
Under the Bodhisattva sound, the anger aroused by Li Chaoyun's poems gradually subsided.
Those refugees who took advantage of the chaos to do evil everywhere became the object of eloquence, or they were caught by the government and went to jail. Fortunately, they escaped with the scornful eyes and exclusion of others.
In just seven days, the giving of the White Horse Temple was a sensation in the country, from the peddler to the pawns, to the high-end princes. Some people automatically joined the team of giving, and the bigger and bigger they grew, they converged into a torrent of torrents.
For a little money, a porridge stall was set up at the door of the house, and the neighbors helped each other.
The wealthy and powerful, with a big swipe, a steady stream of supplies were sent to the ugly alley.
Under Jing Cheng 's auspices, this offering did not turn into a charity. He thought about it very carefully and placed the refugees in a small unit. He also divided them according to their personal abilities. He asked the court for help, and a group of professionals were quickly assigned to them. Under their leadership, road construction, iron smelting, well drilling, tailoring of military uniforms, winter water conservancy, etc., all places were doing a great job and overflowing everywhere. With vitality.
This new look has never been seen before, and the historians are very shocked by this. At the time of writing, he exaggerated the mirror to the sky. There was a huge halo on his forehead, this **** When the light hits the world, the pure land of bliss is everywhere.
So this winter, also known as Buddha descend.
The proportion of Yunjing's population from freezing to starvation fell to the lowest in previous years.
In the Nunnery, Lin Lang embraced the stove and listened to the report.
The tone of the next man was full of awe and admiration for the great virtue. Lin Lang suspected that the kid's mood would be sublimated again, and he would follow his idol and enter the empty gate.
The National Government also invested a lot of human and financial resources into good deeds. Unlike other wives, she did not want to have a good reputation for her husband's high-ranking official career, and naturally did not need to show her head in the snow and snow to give.
On her side, Li Zaoyun is in a bad situation.
Who would have thought that Baima Temple, who advocated birth, would suddenly shoot?
There have been some unfavourable remarks directed at Li Chaoyun, saying that her city is deep and that she has done a lot of things, inciting popular support to exert pressure on the court. After Jing Cheng's appearance, her previous behavior was quickly defined as "demon confusing the crowd" and pushed to the cusp of the situation similar to Li's situation.
Those Hanmen students who followed her shouting and cheering were also stared at by the court, and some were too much trouble. The people above were impatient and directly canceled his reference qualification for the next spring.
When the mallet knocked, they finally woke up, and then there was endless panic.
Li Chaoyun was so upset by their questioning of the future that he simply closed the door and thanked the guests.
The matter was out of her control. Li Zhaoyun was not a person who was waiting to die, and immediately set off to Baima Temple. He was determined to see the great man and give him a good discussion.
It is said that all the beings of Buddha crossing, he became the culprit that caused her misery!
Mirror Cheng really preached and interpreted the scriptures in the side hall, assaulting the cassock, the treasure phase was solemn and awe-inspiring. The Wutuo believers surrounded him, making him more and more elegant, unlike ordinary people.
Li Zhaoyun faintly felt that this person was different. What was different, she couldn't tell.
She didn't talk to Jing Cheng.
Because the great virtue had finished speaking, the believers still refused to leave, and Jing Cheng was not in a hurry. He talked patiently with them, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
Li Zhaoyun stood for a full hour, and before he squeezed in front of Jing Cheng, there were several black shoemarks on the embroidered shoes, which made her see a nameless fire.
She lost her patience and left the White Horse Temple, and asked Xiao Xiao to run errands for her, and a letter was sent to the followers of Shiko of Guogongfu.
Among the family sons she had contacted, Yan Zhaolie had the heaviest weight. His eldest son was Yan Guogong, who had more than 10,000 people under one person, and he was the heavy minister who controlled the lifeline of the court.
She desperately needs to clear up misunderstandings from the outside world, and Yan Zhaolie is a good object to reverse the situation for her.
The meeting place is about a clean tea house.
Li Zhaoyun rarely dressed up, picked up the red dress with gold thread and begonia at the bottom of the press box. She knew that men are all visual animals, and sometimes he would be too indifferent to you for too long. She would do the one she wants to do, either without makeup or with makeup, she will be amazing for a few days.
The girls repeatedly praised and said that Miss Two was like a fairy.
Li Zhaoyun smiled gently, was helped to get off the carriage, and walked into the teahouse calmly. The box was set a long time ago, and she withdrew her aunt, screened the folds of her skirt and stepped forward.
Yan Zhaolie's legs are different, and he sits leisurely, and his slender fingers play with a white jade green glaze teacup. The paper window opened a line, and the bright light refracted by the snow was reflected in his narrow and long eyebrows, and the amount of blush was like flames, and the metallographic jade was very beautiful.
She suddenly jumped faster.
Yan Zhaolie lifted his eyelids and looked at the person who came in.
The woman slowly took off her lily and showed him a smile like a spring breeze.
Shi Ziye's gaze swept away from her gorgeous pomegranate skirt, and most of her attention remained on her face.
This similar outline made him think of her easily.
The man was caught by him in the Buddhist temple not long ago.
Yan Zhaolie's eyes showed a trace of strangeness.
What Li Zhaoyun said, Yan Zhaolie did not listen too carefully, he was a little careless.
The girl 's voice is like a soft ripple of water, which is easy to make people feel good about, and he is always distracted, thinking of the low whimper of the man under the plum tree of Baima Temple, sultry, hoarse, like gorgeous brocade The burst of tears of tears.
Suddenly made him hard.
There seemed to be a fierce beast awakening in the heavy darkness.
The conversation ended abruptly with less than a tea.
Because Shi Ziye accidentally glanced down, a familiar figure was found in the crowd.
The other party obviously saw him too, panic in his dark eyes.
The feet that had originally stepped into the teahouse were taken back immediately, and the maidservants got their eyes on the carriage in amazement, and drove back to their homes as if they met some flood beasts in broad daylight.
Yan Zhaolie smiled slightly.
"Zhaolie, you help me, I'm out of good intentions, I didn't expect anything to happen-"
Li Zhaoyun tried to get him to say a few good words in front of Yan Guogong, to quell rumours of being unfriendly to her.
"Okay, I know."
He broke the ground and interrupted her abruptly. The heavy sable cloak was hung on his shoulder at will, and Shi Shiran stood up. "There is something else in this world, let's go first."
Li Zhaoyun froze at the open door, and a strong cold light poured in, making her tremble.
After returning home, Yan Zhaolie met Shen Guanjia, and the two chatted a few words. He also got the information that Yan Guogong's study room lacked pen, ink, paper and ink, and his wife went out to buy it.
Shi Zi Ye unclearly ticked the corner of his mouth.
In the afternoon, Lin Lang sorted out the four treasures of the study room in the small box and let the little maid hold it. The two went to the study room of Yan Guogong.
Yan Guogong 's study is a forbidden place for the entire government, because the case contains important political affairs submitted from various places, and it is the secret of the operation of a strong country. No one can enter unless the male host allows it. It was death on the spot.
Lin Lang got this privilege to enter the Guogong's study room arbitrarily a month after her wedding.
The maid was forbidden outside the arch of the study, and Lin Lang put the treasure chest of sandalwood and emerald green into his arms, which was not too heavy, mainly because the Yantai added a little weight.
"Squeak!"
She pushed open the door lightly, bypassing the screen and the heavy curtains, and a long and beautiful figure stood beside the table, so she was like tenderness to summon her husband.
The man turned around slowly, holding a roll of bamboo book in his hand, as if smiling at her.
"Compared to the reluctant petite pant, this husband is so sweet and so sweet that he can soak in honey juice."
Because of the panic, Lin Lang's chest suddenly fell down. She was in a hurry and didn't hold it. She flipped over the skirt with a snap, the Zhenyu small box was unlocked, and the good Yantai Guru rolled out inside.
The dragon-tailed inkstone with a relief of pine and cypress just rolled to the stepson's feet.
The father-in-law's body is stiff, and I don't know whether I should leave wisely, or stay and pick up the inkstone, and be in the same room as this terrible animal that ignores the ethical principles.
The other party bent down and slowly grabbed the Fang Yantai. His hand was as beautiful as a carved jade. The pale blue blood vessels were vaguely visible on the back of the snow-white hand, and the person he saw unconsciously raised a kind Delicate and delicate delicate beauty.
In fact, the bitter master who had really put his hands around him only knew that under the weak and windless appearance, he was even more beast than beast, and Lin Lang's waist was almost not broken by him last time.
"Well, here you are."
He stretched out his hand, and Yantai lay flat in his palm.
There were dozens of steps between the two, and he did not step up further, leaving her a safe space.
Lin Lang watched the jackal suddenly and harmlessly.
"You don't? Don't throw it without me."
Shi Ziye's tone was wrapped in a sense of laziness, and in the cold winter air of Ling, there was a sleepy look that only spring.
Lin Lang hesitated, stepped forward carefully, while sneaking a peep at his face.
Yan Zhaolie pulled a few times impatiently, and she moved faster. When there were only a few steps left, the lady leaned over slightly and raised her hand to get it. My fingertips just touched the smooth surface of the dragon-tailed inkstone, and my wrist was suddenly caught.
A hibernating snake entangled.
"You, what are you doing?"
The lady was frightened and angry, and she tried her best to shake off the stepson's hand.
"What are you doing? Of course something interesting."
Yan Zhaolie's palm squeezed hard. Lin Lang lost his balance and dragged him halfway. The jade bracelet of Hao wrist collided with the flawless jade at his waist, making a sound of Qing Yue.
Lin Lang hadn't spoken yet, and there was a sneer on the top of his head, "Huh, so quickly changed to a jade bracelet?"
This sentence can be said to be naked mocking, because Lin Lang went to Baima Temple to wear a silver bracelet with lotus pattern. His eyes were so poisonous, he spoke sharply, and immediately suppressed the disturbance in his arms.
Satisfied colors appeared in Yan Zhaolie 's ink pupils. He put his fingers together and lifted up Lin Lang 's jaw. Her eyes were slowly cruising on her wife. Today she is a narrow-green cloud-sleeve shirt with laurel embroidered waterfowl. The flap is inlaid with light blue yarn pleats, walking like a misty cloud, so beautiful.
"It's a loss, really a loss."
He said, "According to his mother's extraordinary appearance, Zhao Lie's previous business was too bad."
Hearing the stepchildren's light words, Lin Lang showed a humiliated and helpless look, with anger burning in his eyes, and he had to hold on, and said coldly, "What are you thinking about?"
"I don't want anything."
He leaned down, and the tip of his nose almost touched her face. "I think my mother's look is very good today, especially her lips are like pomegranate fire. It's tantalizingly tight. Zhao Lie wants to try something new."
Lin Lang froze for a moment, and immediately scolded him, "You despicable villain, betrayal!"
The other party's look remained the same. "I wonder if the mother notices that when the woman is angry, her face will be a lot of ruddy. It seems that she deliberately put on a layer of gorgeous makeup to confuse people. Is this an invitation?"
Madam was upset by his shameless chest, and there was a light red on the end of her eyes.
She wanted to maintain the majesty of the princess of the country, but unfortunately her trembling body leaked out her fear.
"You are just a beast--"
Yan Zhaolie lowered his eyes to see her lips opening and closing, and inside were thin white waxy teeth, neatly and neatly arranged, and he smelled some kind of fatal breath. So without thinking, he bit two thin, soft lips and plundered the spring water wildly.
"Um, you, you ..."
Lin Lang's hands were squeezed behind him with one hand, and another big palm brushed his hips. Suddenly, he lifted it up, and Lin Lang couldn't prevent it from hitting his chest. The woman was so ashamed that her cheeks were flushed and struggling hard. As a result, her body became unstable and almost fell backwards.
Yan Zhaolie seized her waist and invaded possession.
Lin Lang was kissed up and down, the air in her lungs was taken away by all, and the feeling of suffocation passed to the brain, squeezed into some kind of vague, sudden tearing pain, and her body spasmed slightly. She was struggling with no strength, and was very weak on the robber's chest.
Unconsciously, the opponent's hand slid ghostly towards the back of the neck and reached into the collar.
Untie the apron knot wrapped around the thin neck.
Lin Lang seemed to realize something and panicked to escape, but the other party did not give her the opportunity to escape, pushing her to death.
He wandered on the warm and delicate skin, and Yin Hong wiped the brow under his forehead with a faint light.
The woman's laurel coat peeled off her shoulder.
"Squeak--"
Suddenly, the door of the study was pushed open by a pair of thin cocoons.