Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 31

Rong Xun raised his head, his eyes met the strict makeup of Brother Ying, and he was stunned. I don’t know what he feels in his heart at this moment, maybe he has no thoughts at all, just like facing a cat and dog that he abandoned before. This was the first time the two met again after Brother Ying entered the palace, but they were in such a place and time.

She took the tea cup handed by the maid with ten slender fingers, and in her slightly opened palm, she couldn’t see a knife cocoon anymore. She hung her head and blew the tea foam floating on the water. Her voice was soft: “Xi He is here all day long. Swinging forward, where can I get bored.”

Rong Yuan tilted his eyes slightly: “Duplicity.”

A layer of annoyance appeared on his rouge cheeks, half blocked by the cup, his eyes narrowed, and he gave him a fierce look.

Two steps away, Rong Xun’s long and narrow eyes flashed with an indistinct expression, and when he looked closely, his head was slightly lowered. I don’t know what that is difficult to distinguish, if it weren’t for me to observe it, I wouldn’t find it.

No one in the room felt wrong, maybe they didn’t see it. I can’t ask everyone to stare like me and the boss is motionless to study Rong Xun’s facial expressions. Although most girls want to do this, they can do this. There are really few of them. Rong Xun seems to have a natural preference for purple, but in fact, he is even more contrasting with this kind of scarlet, which is a little bit brighter than blood.

Jinque has not yet entered the door of Rong’s house, but this person has already acted like a real family. When he raises his head again, he looks the same as at the beginning, looks focused, with a sense of indifference and alienation behind him. He looked at her and said slowly: “Yueniang was seriously ill a few days ago, so I didn’t go to the palace to visit his wife. It’s still too early to go to the auspicious time. Say something personal.”

She calmly put down the tea cup, glanced over his bright red dress, and smiled. It was not enough to let him have a few words in the past to hurt his body: “Your Majesty has some typhoid today, and others can’t control his head. I am still here. Just rest assured. A few days after the New Year’s Eve family banquet, there is a time to speak your own words.”

A gleam of cold light appeared in his eyes, but the corners of his lips pulled out a sincere smile: “Alright.”

Rong Yuan frowned slightly and pushed the tea cup to Brother Ying: “Let them change a cup and it’s hot.”

It is not easy to be a monarch. It is not easy to neither let the subordinates have no ideas nor make them too thoughtful. The former is a mediocre emperor, the latter is a faint emperor, and in the end they are all usurped.

In addition, a monarch with a little bit of IQ has to put up with the full analysis of himself by the people below. Even the woman who sleeps tonight is enough for the subordinates and the subordinates to analyze for a long time, maybe you have finished sleeping and they haven’t analyzed it yet. Finish. This is also quite annoying.

I mentioned earlier that the day Rong Xun married his wife was an auspicious day. Tiger blamed the general to marry as well, and Shao Fuqing also married. In order not to let the people underneath think too much, Rong Yuan had to come to favor Rong Xun’s place. Then go to hold General Hu Ben, hold Shao Fu Qing. Brother Ying didn’t need to go. He was left in the Tingwei Mansion to preside over the overall situation. Even if he wanted to get out early, he couldn’t. This behavior has risen from a normal social behavior to a political behavior. If you don’t pay attention, you can poke a basket.

Just like when the second son of Tang Guo came to propose when he was 16 years old, he was a pedophile. Seeing him babbling at my five-year-old portrait, even though he wanted to step on his feet and crush them twice, considering the diplomatic relationship Question, I endured it silently.

According to Jinque’s disregarding temperament, I thought it would be difficult to get married in the middle of the marriage. For example, on Xitang, she suddenly tore off her hijab and threw herself on Yingge’s leg and wept bitterly. Unexpectedly, nothing happened. .

Thanks to the auspicious days, everything went smoothly. The bridegroom was handsome and graceful, and the bride was gentle and quiet. The newlyweds clasped their hands in front of Brother Ying.

Mrs. Zheng Hou in the seat constricted her eyes with a smile, faintly blooming in the occasional congratulations from courtiers, like a mallow drinking enough sunshine, you can’t guess when it’s really in full bloom and when it’s not. As she gradually learned in the rain of blood after eleven years old, half true and half false. Rong Xun’s gaze was firmly fixed on this well-makeup face, as if he wanted to see something. I followed his gaze and saw that it was no different from what others saw.

As long as you don’t leave the Tingwei Mansion, there is no difficulty in finding opportunities to be alone. The heavy clouds in the distance turned into fine snow and fell to the ground, brushing past the dead wood and ancient vines, sending out a rusty Ⅱ direction, and the white plums in the forest were in full bloom, crowded in the branches, trembling in the cold wind.

Brother Ying was dressed in purple, Tingting stood under the white plum, splashing ink and green silk on the ground, the jasper on the forehead poured out the fine snow, and turned the corner of her lips slightly. Even a person like me who is accustomed to seeing beauties can’t hold it anymore. I hurriedly looked at Mu Yan and stared at him for half a cup of tea, trying to see if there was any obsession, but it was a bit difficult to judge. The footsteps gradually approached, and Ying Ge’s voice slowly sounded in the empty plum forest: “My lord has invited Jinque to come here, somehow?”

The footsteps stopped, and the man in red and happy clothes held up a plain oiled paper umbrella and settled in the falling snow: “Brother Ying…”

The purple-clothed woman’s thick eyebrows were filled with doubts: “My lord… but did you admit the wrong person?”

A smile was drawn between his lips, and he stubbornly said: “Brown bird, the brocade of a beautiful marriage, the bird with the ring of the Yang bird, Zheng Hou’s ninth is like a wife. The Ying brother among the large population, died before April. Before April, I was not Brother Ying. The girl that the adults married today is called Brother Ying.”

The mountains in the distance were silent and rustling. He stood five steps in front of her, his lips moved, but he did not speak. For a long time, he took out a strange-shaped porcelain cup from his arms. The white glaze on the cup was shiny and translucent. Several lines were cracked along the wall of the cup, and it could be seen that it was broken and repaired again.

He looked at her with a deep expression in his eyes, like a thick ink that could not dissolve: “I saw this in Qingchiju, I heard, is it a gift you want to give me?”

She stretched out her hand and took it: “Oh? Let me see.” As soon as she loosened her hand, the cup fell to the ground with a slap, clasping it on a slab of stone below her feet, and fell into a mess.

auzw.com He looked at her: “You hate me.”

Regardless of the demeanor of the king’s wife, she squatted down to study the fragments. After a while, she laughed abruptly: “I’m bringing this cup back from Zhao Guobaili in a hurry. I want to give it to you. I’m afraid it will not be in time for your birthday. Originally there was a wound on my hand, the doctor asked him to treat it first, and it would not be too late to go back after healed it. How could it not be too late? It was so silly at that time, thinking that you only have such a birthday in a year, I did not expect me to go back so early It’s still too late. I think you are too high, so high you must be treated carefully. In fact, you don’t need me to cherish and cherish. In your eyes, I am just a tool.”

She raised her hand and stroked her wet temples, smiling half-true and half-truth, “I kept my promise and completed this last thing for you, so that you can marry the golden bird as you wish today. I don’t owe you anymore. The obsession is too deep. Vulnerable. You say, don’t you?”

The plain oiled paper umbrella trembled slightly, and Meilin was silent and empty, and only the fine snow could be heard hitting the umbrella surface, like someone stepping barefoot on the dead leaves of autumn. He stretched out his hand to pull her up, but she stood up by herself.

His voice whispered under the umbrella: “I am the one who lost you.”

She nodded: “It was you who lost me. You and Jinque, you lost me.”

The oil-paper umbrella slid to the ground. He didn’t bend down to pick it up. A soft emotion appeared under his eyes. I don’t think I was wrong, but I hope I was right. The look was like the dawn when she was fifteen years old. In the swaying bamboo forest, he accompanied her to practice the knife. At that time, she was a child, afraid of thunder, and would faint. He often looked at her with a smile, and his face was genuinely gentle.

“It’s good for me to bear you and hate me.”

Some women yearn to marry a killer as their wives. They think that the killer is so cruel because they are not romantic.

It is easy to kill a killer, but too difficult to impress a killer. Their life is a tightrope walking on a cliff, a strong sense of crisis and no sense of security, their attitude towards the outside world is basically resistant to development, and occasionally anti-social.

I know how to make a killer tolerate, is to give her your life. This conclusion definitely has a strong logical basis. You think these people are accustomed to the ups and downs of life and death, and can best understand the selfishness and cowardice of human nature in the face of death. As long as there is life, nothing matters, even if it is a stingy miser. , You ask him if he wants money or he wants to kill him. He also answers whether he wants money and kills. He won’t say that I want money. I only want money. You kill me. Because I know, I love it.

If you do things you have to do what you like, if you can give her your life, let alone a killer, an assassin, even a sashimi can be instantly moved and soft. I don’t know if Rong Yuan understands it, but whether it’s clear or not, when a huge adult snow leopard in the palace rushed towards Ying Ge on New Year’s Eve, he did not take the lead in stepping aside, but facing the snow leopard, who was about to react. The brother pulled over to protect behind him.

Rong Yuan’s sword skills are the number one for Zheng. The folks describe Zheng Hou’s swordsmanship as swift and fast, and he can’t see the moves at all. The cold light flashes the knife has been scabbed, and the slashed person must at least wait for him to turn and leave before he can react. It was chopped…It is reasonable to say that with such a quick knife technique, one or two snow leopards would be slain. It was embarrassing to be embarrassed at the New Year’s Eve family banquet at this time, and Rong Yuan did not wear a knife. No matter how quick the body reacts, and holding a person in his arms, it greatly reduces the speed of dodge.

Originally, the snow leopard’s hunting movements were very swift and violent. After going mad, this swiftness was brought to the extreme. The raised claws smashed Rongyuan’s unsuspecting left shoulder, and the seven ladies at the table screamed in unison. At the same time, taking advantage of the slight pause of the snow leopard’s claws, the guards who rushed up finally stabbed the knife into the breech of the animal. The snow leopard wailed in pain, rushed forward and bit off half of the guard’s arm. Fortunately, the other guards did not respond badly, and in the blink of an eye they lined up into a wall of people, guarding behind the injured Rongyuan. But I didn’t know that the snow leopard became more frenzied after being hit by the knife, and the guards who greeted him died or were injured.

Brother Ying turned pale, and grabbed the steel knife from the guard nearby. Rong Yuan frowned. He slid sideways and seized the long knife that she had just acquired with skill. He pushed her backhand into the arms of Rong Xun who came to help. .

The palace lanterns are ten miles away, and the flowers are numerous. A rare and wonderful view in winter, but in an instant the lamp is dyed with the shadow of the sword and the flowers are bloody. The young Zheng Hou calmly holds the sword under the lingering moonlight, his body is about to fall like a meteorite, the sword is light The snow leopard struggling with a spray of blood spurted up everywhere it passed by, and its head resembled a hydrangea with a broken branch, rolling a few times when it landed.

There was a moment of silence in the court, Ying Ge’s lips trembled, and he pushed Rong Xun away, dragged the complicated long skirt for three steps, and staggered to the side of Rong Yuan who was carrying the knife. He stretched out his hand to touch his injured. The back of his shoulders seemed to be greatly frightened. Dark blood stains over Yuebai’s uniform. He looked as usual, frowned slightly and looked at her, displeased: “What do you do with the knife so quickly.” After a pause, “At this time, you just need to stand behind me. Up.”

But she could not speak, her face became paler, her lips trembled fiercely, and she hugged his arm tightly, as if all his strong appearance was brave, and he was about to fall away from her in the next moment.

“Poison, that snow leopard’s paws are poisonous.”

Facts proved that Rong Yuan was really brave and carried out this will from start to finish, until the old doctor was hurried over before showing his horse’s feet, and the moment he passed out, Ying brother clasped his ten fingers tightly, and the long knife landed. She helped him to kneel on the crimson snow, looking blankly at the blood stains on his shoulders, watching his closed eyes and the gray complexion, her purple lips trembling. Leaning over, sticking to the tips of his red ears when he gets excited, he said softly: “You are dead, I will come with you.”

Nearby, Rong Xun suddenly raised his head, his gaze facing Ying Ge, who was holding Rong Yuan tightly, and following that angle of view, the purple-clothed woman’s apricot-like eyes were dark, and the moonlight came in without a trace of bright color.

Rong Yuan was indeed poisoned. Although I believe that many people hope that he will die, it is not a virulent poison that can see blood in the throat. Although the specification is much higher than that of rat medicine, when the rescue is timely, it is also Can’t exert a greater effect than poisoning a mouse.

Brother Ying spent three nights in the Qingliang Temple without sleep. Rong Yuan finally woke up. Although his face was still pale and weak, his dark eyes showed a strange color. He leaned against the edge of the bed and looked at Brother Ying who had served the soup: “What did you say then?”

She lowered her head and held up the medicine bowl and took a sip carefully, and brought the spoon to his mouth, “Drink the medicine first, it won’t be hot.”

He lowered his eyes: “Don’t drink.”

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