Chapter 424 Emperor Fanwai 1: Rong Liying and Shen Xian

The rainy days in March and April were gray, and the rain was lingering. There was some tide outside and the light and shadow were dim. There was no window closed in the Chaoyang room. Yusi floated in like a hazy layer of gauze.

The rain hit the windowsill and ticked off.

The man on the bed was startled by the dream, frowned, and had not yet woken up. In the dream, there was a peerless young man in the world. He was standing at the bridgehead, fluttering in white, and carrying the precious and handsome,

"It's just you who knocked me down?"

"Whose son are you from?"

The daughter pretended to be a male voice: "Yong'an Hou Man, son of Qin San."

He knocked down her hair and lazily carried the sword on his shoulders: "In the next son of the Seventh Family, the Prince, Rong Li, dare to ask the girl's name."

In the royal feast of the palace, beside the rockery, he still dressed in white, reaching for the flowers on the sword.

"This sword is for you. Your father said that to be your husband, you must beat you."

"Wul Najia. Ying Shen, what do you think of this King?"

Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrant, the wind is blowing the flowers all over the sky, he is under the tree, looking at the female eyebrows.

"Ying Shen, you please me."

"You are pleased with me, right?"

He took her hand: "August 28, I will wait for you in the draft of the Prince's Mansion."

"You come, I choose you as a concubine. If you don't come, I fled to find you."

"Ying Shen, I will be the emperor. I will tear down the three houses and six courtyards. Will you come on August 28? I want to marry you. I want to marry you as your wife."

The people under the tree smiled lightly: "Okay, I will be your wife."

On August 28, Frontier Express reported that all the loyal soldiers in General Dingxi's palace were killed in battle. She took off her skirt and put on her uniform and sent troops under the gate.

He drove out of the city, begging her with red eyes in front of the city gate.

"Ahe."

"Don't go okay?"

"I'll go for you, I will go to the northwest."

"I just want you, as long as you can't?"

"Don't fight to death, in any case, save your life for me. When you come back, I will marry you."

In the northwest of China, the news of defeat came to Dijing. At that time, he was already the ninety-five of a country, and he fell from the dragon chair and his eyes were flushed.

"I want to personally enlist, defy the persuader, and kill."

The soldiers were under the city, blood stained mountains and rivers.

He stood on the city, looking at her under the city through the light of the beacon, his pupils scarlet: "Wanguang, you dare to move her a hair,"

"I, slaughter your door!"

He drew his sword and pointed directly at Yongan Hou: "My beloved woman, why should she sacrifice? She is my queen, and your life is worth letting her change."

"Open the gate to me!"

"Open the city gate!"

Almost at the same time, the woman's blood-stained hand held Wan Guang's knife handle and brought the sharp blade into her throat.

"Ahe!"

"Go away, my Ahe is below, she is waiting for me!"

He was crying, and on the high wall, in front of all his courtiers, his eyes were red.

"Ahe, wait for me again, I will come ..."

In front of the Golden Dragon Hall, the hip flask fell to the ground in droves. He held the sword she sent, talking to himself, spitting blood on the sword bit by bit, curling up shouting Ahe.

"Qin San, in my life, I will live up to Jiangshan, Sheji, and Dachu's millions of subjects."

"I only lost her, I lost Ahe."

The sword fell and overturned the wine cup.

He closed his eyes and tears slipped off his pillow: "I'm leaving, I'm going to accompany her, can't make her wait any longer ..."

"Ahe."

"Ahe ..."

The person on the bed suddenly opened her eyes and awakened from her dream. She froze for a long time and touched her face, all tears.

What's wrong? Why are you crying again?

Xiao Jinghe wiped his eyes indiscriminately, put off a coat and got out of the bed, pushed the door open, and the smell of the kitchen smelled.

"I woke you up?"

He Liangqing poked his head out of the kitchen, his brows were soft, and his voice was soft and thin like the rain outside the window.

Xiao Jinghe shook his head, poured a glass of cold water, and drank: "Woke by a dream."

Her hair just over the shoulder was cut short again in the morning, with three eyes and five eyes, star eyes in the painting, Danfeng eyes, and upturned eyes, very beautiful with a seven-pointed spirit. Perhaps because of her occupation, her temperament is much calmer than her peers.

He Liangqing always said that she was too heroic, and it was easy for people to ignore the exquisiteness in her appearance.

"Did you dream of that movie again?"

"Ok."

He Liangqing came out of the kitchen, and Xiumei frowned: "If I knew it, I wouldn't pull you to watch it."

At the end of May last year, "The Empress" was released, and they went to the cinema to watch it. Since then, Xiao Jinghe has always dreamed of the scenes in the movie, and it has been repeated for a long time.

She said that probably because she was also called Ahe.

She changed the subject: "What did you do?"

He Liangqing smiled: "You love to eat winter melon ribs."

He Liangqing is a girl from Jiangnan Township. She has good temperament and good cooking skills. She is a gentle person who has no temper. She and Xiao Jinghe are university classmates. After their parents divorced, they became their own families. She became redundant and stayed after graduation. The imperial capital, shared with Xiao Jinghe.

Xiao Jinghe is a native of the imperial capital, similar to He Liangqing, and having a family means no.

The phone rang, her father called, and Xiao Jinghe raised her eyebrows and answered.

On the phone, Xiao Changshan didn't have a good tone: "Your grandma's birthday next month, you come back."

Not a negotiation, but an order.

Xiao Changshan is an authoritarian person who does not like others to disobey him.

Her daughter, who never liked him, just said: "Look again."

Sure enough, there was anger over there.

"What is your attitude?"

She tried to be patient: "I'm busy, I'm going to work."

Xiao Changshan was even more displeased when he heard it, and he sneered: "A broken firefighter, what is so busy--"

She couldn't hear it and interrupted: "Mr. Xiao," the tone was cold, "I'll just hang up if there is nothing else."

After finishing talking, she didn't wait for Xiao Changshan to say anything. She hung up the phone and rubbed her temples. Her head hurt a little.

He Liangqing took the pork rib soup out: "Your father?"

"Ok."

She went to the kitchen again to get the bowl: "He seems to have contacted you from time to time recently."

Xiao Jinghe thought about it, it was indeed: "Probably what my stepmother blew the pillow wind."

That Mrs. Xiao is really a great person. From the third year of primary school to the main room, from the woman sitting on the stage to the wife of the chairman of Xiao Real Estate, you can write a history of struggle at the level of a textbook.

"There is a signing of" The Empress "in the afternoon," He Liangqing asked her, "Go?"

She took a sip of soup and hesitated for a long time.

"Go."

Because of the monk's words in the bamboo courtyard, he stole a floating life for half a day.

The name of stealing home is taken from these two poems. The old man of Qidong Lu will be very vassal and elegant, making this stealing home a decent appearance.

Among the four superior elegant rooms of Meilanzhuju, the left is the most respected, and the Meiyuan on the far left never waits for guests to play with his group of hair.

When it comes to eating, drinking, and playing, the entire imperial city, Lu Qidong dared to be the second. Of course, the first is the youngest son of the Huo family.

Huo Changxun tilted Erlang's legs, lying boneless on the sofa in the elegant room. He poured a glass of wine for himself. A good look is more handsome than the Jiangnan woman, but with a hook in the corner of his eyes. Tianzuo had a romantic affair: "At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Lao Yao of the Lin family organized the game. Would you like to go?"

Rong Li hung up the secretary's phone: "I'm going to sign the sale."

"What are you doing?" Huo Chang laughed at him. "Don't you ask Dongzi to show your head for you? What else are you doing?"

This Dongzi, Lu Qidong, was shown up for him at the signing meeting by Rong Li. One Lu Qidong, two Huo family brothers, and Rong Jia Lao Rongli, all grew up wearing a pair of pants and grew young All are in a military compound.

Rong Li didn't speak, looking at the phone.

Huo Changxun put down the glass and kicked the table opposite with his toes: "Are you going to find someone?"

His tone was very soft: "Well."

Sure enough, still not giving up.

The film was finished, and the whole book came out again. The wind of "The Empress" was blown abroad by him. Both the old people of the Rong family thought that the young master Rong was going to give up business.

Huo Changxun knew that he was a big dream, and he was crazy.

"Rong Li, it's not bad enough, it's been so many years." Huo Changxun persuaded jokingly.

Rong Li raised his eyes: "Young man."

Jun Yi's dusty skin looked at some non-human fireworks, like a fairy coming out of the painting, his eyes cold and cold.

This guy, really!

Huo Changxun was not angry: "Who cares about you, I'm idle."

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the woman in the red cheongsam came in and brought the wine in white porcelain.

This throat alone is worth millions.

It was the first card of stealing home, calling her Hong Nong, whose real name was unknown, her style was amorous, and she played a good song. How many younger brothers could not get her a glance. This iceberg beauty Hong Nong is showing her face.

However, the falling flowers are intentional and the water is ruthless.

Rong Li got up and took the cigarette out.

Red Nun turned his head, his eyes followed him, his eyes gloomy.

Huo Changxun touched his chin and laughed: "He has a woman, don't provoke him."

Although I do n’t know where the people are, but when their younger brothers were young, which one was n’t Yan Yanhuan, he said that he had a family.

Home ghost! I haven't seen the figure now.

Huo Changxun thought it was funny. He only believed in the love of boys and girls, but not in men and women. He raised his chin and asked Hong Nong, "The guy playing Guzheng outside has never seen it before."

The door opened at a corner, and the girl playing the kite outside Meiyuan could be seen, dressed in white, hiding behind the screen.

As soon as Huo Changxun came in, he saw the white skirt. The whiteness was so clean that he wanted to make her dirty. The destruction in his bones would be small.

Red Nong replied, "She is new here."

Huo Changxun tasting wine, looking out of the house, lazy tune: "let her rest, come and accompany me for a drink."

Red Nong hesitated and refused: "Look for the younger or change yourself. Lingran gets drunk with a cup and doesn't drink with others."

Don't accompany guests.

Huo Changxun raised his eyes and smiled in his eyes, "I must ask her to accompany me?"

The Huo family's son wanted to play with any woman, and who refused again. After about three or four minutes, the girl in the white dress was taken into the room.

The girl was very restrained, her head was down, her hair was not dyed, she was very dark and straight, and she draped her shoulders well.

"Sit." Huo Changxun nested lazily.

The girl sat down and picked the furthest position.

Huo Changxun poured a glass of wine and pushed it over.

She still didn't look up, her voice was soft: "I don't drink."

It was a good voice.

"Look up." Huo Changxun rarely had teasing patience.

The girl hesitated for a long time before looking up.

I saw the pitiful, charming, and in my eyes, there were thousands of trees blooming, soft and weak, but my eyebrows were twisted two points.

Ah.

Sure enough, it was her. The crying **** the rooftop saw the ghost. He remembered it. Obviously, the girl didn't remember it.

Huo Changxun laughed, his mood unclear: "What's your name?"

She seemed displeased, her eyebrows tightened tighter: "Ji Lingran."

It looks like everyone's boudoir show, and its name is similar, but it is a bit strange to play a kite in the Fengyue Field. He asked again: "How old is it?"

"twenty two."

So tender.

Huo Changxun glanced at the wine on the table: "Drink this glass of wine and go out." With a smile in his eyes, he was cynical. "It's okay to drink it, just play a tune for me until I'm satisfied."

She pursed her lips, obviously unhappy.

He is more pleasant, should n’t the crying girl cry? But, the girl was stubborn, twisted her eyebrows and sat for a while, then went out and took Guzheng in, and began to play without a word.

Really not good.

He still likes a more docile woman. The phone on the table shakes a few times. He picks it up and feeds lazily, gazing at the pair of zither's hands intentionally or unintentionally.

On the phone, the woman's voice was gentle and shy: "Xun Shao, why can't you still come."

He threw the sentence perfunctoryly: "No time."

The woman asked carefully, with a please: "Are you busy?"

"Well." He looked at the girl opposite and scratched his lips with his finger, hooked up, "Busy playing with the woman."

"..."

Over there happily hung up the phone.

Huo Changxun's female companion did not dare to be arrogant and arrogant, because apart from buying a package and swiping a card, he never spoiled a woman.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the original author of "The Empress" held a tour signing on the second floor of the Tianguang Mall. The book fans coming from the second floor of the mall went directly to the lobby on the first floor.

Xiao Jinghe put the book down and waited for a slender hand to sign, she said: "Thank you."

The other party looked up: "No thanks."

The sword eyebrows are star-shaped, and they look very tough. The author of "The Empress" is not the same as she imagined. She couldn't help asking more questions: "Is there any prototype for" The Empress "?"

On the seat, the "original author" signed the two characters "Rongli" and raised his head: "Of course not." He smiled radiantly, "all depends on my invincible imagination and unmatched style."

He Liangqing pursed his lips and smiled. The author himself seems not very humble.

Xiao Jinghe took the book, nodded, and left.

"Go back?" She asked He Liangqing.

He Liangqing thought for a while: "I want to change the tableware."

The kitchen supplies are on the sixth floor, and the two go to the elevator together.

At this time, the ‘original author’ on the seat got up, apologized to the book fans who lined up, temporarily left the seat, walked to the aisle, and shouted: “Rong Li.”

The Lord is here.

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