Xian Wang Dotes On Wife

A hair as smooth as silk, instead of two buns like a girl who has not yet reached the hairpin, she has braided a small braid on both sides, and then gathered it behind her, tied it up with a water blue ribbon like her dress, which is lazy, natural and free and easy! With that always light expression, it's hard to think it's only 15 this year.

Xu is hearing the voice of Yujian and gongsangmo. Yunqianyu looks up at the source of the voice. The eyes are moist and silent, which is not suitable for her age. If nothing can make her set off a ripple!

Two people four eyes are opposite, cloud thousand language to palace mulberry Mo nods, then naturally took back the vision, continued to stare at chessboard.

Still as always cold! Gong sang, Mo Feng's eyes flashed, glanced at the chess game on the table, smiled at the waiting jade Jian and said softly, "let's finish reading it first."

He is a real gentleman who does not speak when watching chess. Yujian still knows, so he nods obediently.

Gong sang Mo lifted his robe and sat down on the other side. The waiter immediately went to pour him a cup of scented tea.

The old man was obviously addicted to the chess game and didn't find another person around him.

Gong sang Mo didn't disturb her. Her slender hand held the tea bowl gracefully, and she took a sip of it, glancing at the cloud thousand words beside her.

In such a quiet and pleasant atmosphere, time flies fast, and an hour passes in a flash.

The old man finally raised his head and sighed: "lost again! How does your head grow, girl? " Then she saw Gong sang Mo sitting by drinking tea.

"Sammo, when did you come?"

The old man didn't feel depressed about losing chess. Instead, he asked happily.

"I've been here for a while. It's been a long time since the emperor entered the chess game, so I didn't disturb him." Gong sangmo put down his tea cup and smiled.

Murong Cang looked at the chess game. "This girl is as cunning as a fox. She is very powerful. Fight what you have! "

Then he stroked his beard, glanced at his eyes and asked, "how about another dish, girl? I will win you. "

There is no airs of being the king of a country in words, but it's very amiable.

Cloud thousand language gently raised his head, raised the small face as beautiful as a porcelain doll, and looked over the wall to the side of a magnificent mountain villa.

"Grandpa, I'm afraid it won't be today."

"Why?" Murong Cang asked, stroking his beard.

Not waiting for yunqianyu to answer, I saw a woman in pink turning over and floating to yunqianyu's side.

First, he gave a gift to Murong Cang, Gong sangmo and Yu Jian, then he said: "master, the ceremony of situ Hanyi taking over the villa leader of Fengyun villa has been completed, and he is going to send someone to invite the master to Fengyun hall."

Cloud thousand language that does not have what expression face finally had silk wave.

"It's finally over!"

Words fall, float up, casually pick up a water blue veil on the table, cover it on the face, "dust, go and see how situ Hanyi repents."

As soon as the corner of the mouth of the woman in pink is drawn, master, are you the object to be repented? Now, can you not be so calm? Shouldn't you be matched with the expression of heartbreak and life is not like death? How to get there is like watching others.

But she also knew in her heart that it might be more difficult to see the heartbroken look of this cold-hearted little master than to see the sun rise from the West. After serving the Lord for so many years, she has never seen the second emotion of the Lord. I don't know who has the ability to make the master and his son moved? If that person appears, the dust will certainly offer him up as an immortal!

In my heart, I want to return. The movement of dust is not slow at all. I fly to follow it.

Gong sang, Mo and Feng blinked and saw that they had already flown away. They dazzled the slender blue figure as beautiful as the flower fairy, and the strength of holding the tea cup was tight.

"Grandpa, Yujian, Xianwang, Qianyu left first. In the next play, without Qianyu, situ Hanyi can't sing alone." People have gone far, but the voice of light through layers of osmanthus, is still clear as said in the ear.

Yujian touched his head, and looked at his grandfather and Gong sangmo in bewilderment: "sister Qianyu is going to be repented?"

Gong sang Mo nodded and lowered his eyes.

Murong Cang then waved his hands indifferently on his face and said, "I'm sorry. How can a strange woman like your sister Qianyu deserve his situ's cold clothes?"

Hearing this, Yujian got up and shook his hands into fists. He touched each other in front of his chest and said with a happy face, "great, granddad, can Yujian marry Qianyu sister when he grows up?"

Murong Cang didn't answer. Gong sang Mo poured cold water on him. "When you grow up, your elder sister, your son and daughter will have a thousand languages."

Yujian pouted and murmured: "where is it so hanging? Is it just five years old? I won't dislike sister Qianyu who is older than me. ""It's your sister Qianyu who dislikes you for being small!" Gong sangmo continues to strike.

Jade Jian suddenly wilted, just the excitement suddenly disappeared without a trace, discouraged to sit and play with the tea cup.

Murong Cang deeply looked at the palace mulberry Road, and the palace mulberry road naturally took up the tea cup and tasted the tea.

Murong Cang took back his eyes. "Sang Mo, you have been out for three years. When will you go back to the capital?"

Half a sound did not see palace mulberry Mo answer, Murong Cang then way: "I don't have much time, this time should be the last time to come out."

Gong sang, Mo, Feng Mou and put down the tea cup. "In the past hundred years, the leisure palace has only taken action when the country of blue mansions was invaded by foreign countries or rebelled by others. It will never take care of the change and struggle of the royal throne."

"I know, but Yujian is still small. Prince Rui's eyes are on me covetously. Once I leave, who can I trust with Yujian?"

Murong Cang's face is full of vicissitudes. None of his son has been saved. Now that the only grandson is so young, he is powerless. What should he do? He looked at Yujian helplessly and reluctantly.

Yujian immediately stood up, came to Murong Cang's side, tightly pulling his sleeve, a pair of obsidian like eyes filled with water vapor.

"Grandfather Huang, don't leave Yujian."

Murong Cang cuddled Murong Yujian in pain and patted him on the back.

Gong sangmo looked at the old and the young, and thought for a long time: "to have a person who can do it, it depends on whether the emperor recognizes it or not."

"Who?" The old face immediately burst out with a look of hope.

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