Chapter 223: Why not go to Mingjun, Qinglan Dangjinzhu 1 (2)

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Not so, Xiaotoutou also has a good appetite to get rid of two bowls of mung bean white fungus porridge, half a plate of salt and quail eggs, another large piece of golden silk jujube cake. Ming Lan is holding a rice bowl and smashing it.
Miss everyone shouldn’t have been so old like a seaweed, but Ming Lan licked her bones and hadn’t raised a few flesh, so she would not say it until now. When the old lady didn't know how much effort she spent, she raised her fat and round, and she was very white. She wanted to come to the same day, and the old lady who insisted on Sven licked her own food. It was about to endure again.
After withdrawing the dinner table, Ming Lan felt that Rong sister had eaten a lot. She took her words and briefly demonstrated her posture of holding the pen. Then she called Xiaotao to lead her to the garden and then sent it back. .
Ming Lan looked at the back of Rong Jieer’s back, and his eyes were thoughtful. Should you move Gong Hongyu out of Shuxiangyuan?
I didn't sleep well overnight, but I also had to consider this kind of problem. The headache was hidden.
Ming Lan leaned on the Xiangyu couch on the bamboo floor, and looked at the book with the light on the window. He wanted to make up the sensation, and his eyes swept away, and saw the needlework scorpion on the side. She sighed and pulled out a baby's apron from the inside that had not been finished. Although she was too lazy, she knew that she had a pregnancy. She was so embarrassed to do something interesting. Familiar with it, it is not easy to find someone to cheat.
I haven't lived for too long, and my fingers are a lot of strangers. I can embroider the outline of a cluster of green bamboos. I spend an hour and yawn, while I am in the basket, I will see the green and green colors. Silk thread comes.
At this time, the shadow of the window flashed, Gu Tingzhuo opened the curtain himself, and stepped wide.
Ming Lan was shocked and thought that he had to go to see the leaking pot.
"How come back today?" Ming Lan smiled and got up.
Gu Tingyu quickly stepped forward and pressed Minglan back to the couch: "You didn't sleep well last night, do needlework, don't thank you." Then he sat on the couch again, and said, "I will come back and change. Clothes, go back to the school."
Ming Lan is going to call Xia Zhu to come and give him a dress, but he is stopped by him: "No hurry, you will accompany me for a while."
Ming Lan had to sit on the couch, one side, seeing the sun rising outside, the light of Ming Li Xu Lie, through the new light shades of the screen window, flowing in Zhu Hongli's kimono, faintly falling on him, face On, the handsome eyebrows, but a layer of haze.
She was hesitating how to ask questions, but he spoke: "I am going to fall into the palace today."
"...oh." Minglan.
"I pleaded with the emperor and said that although they had sinfulness, they also asked the emperor to open the Internet."
Ming Lan lowered her head and asked herself why she was not surprised at all.
The room is still, the second time is also a quiet, but when they are together, we will have a very quiet whisper to go out, only to stay in the outer ear room or water room to listen to.
"...not my heart is soft. It is not because of his three-inch not bad, they are not worthy of pity! Yes, but..." Gu Tingyi was so annoyed, stood up fiercely, tall and tall, in Walking around in the room is like a sleepy beast, full of fierceness and fierceness, eager to vent something.
Ming Lan glared at the temple, and the headache was even worse.
"But, but..." He was brave and courageous. At this moment, he seemed to be full of heart, but he couldn’t say it. He could only punch a punch on the polished wooden tabletop, and the powdery celadon tea on the top. Jumped.
"I hate to let them also taste the sorrow and grievances!" In his burning gaze, his grinning resentment, after a while, his chest undulating and flattening.
"...just do it," he sat down beside Minglan. "It will be good for the future."
Ming Lan some understand his anger.
From his heart, he really wants to see death, but after thinking about it again and again last night, he weighed the pros and cons, and finally he succumbed to the temper, so he would succumb to it, only hate God too hooligan, he wants and If you don't want it, you have to bundle it.
He came back later, not to change clothes, but to groan his heart, and wanted to find a place to talk about it.
In fact, Ming Lan also thought about it for a few days. In the same year, the four-bedroom and five-bedroom rooms were directed against Gu Tingwei. There were three reasons for this: one, I looked down on the son of the salt merchant, and felt that I had squandered the threshold of my own nobleness. Second, I kept a qualification to ridicule them. The people, the white family's money they use is not at ease; three, their sons do not live up to expectations, afraid of losing face in front of the old Houye, need a top tank, there is a better target than Gu Tingzhuo.
A few times, they became more and more contemptuous of Gu Ting.
However, although these are abhorrent, they do not have profound contradictions in principle. The real battle of seeing blood is precisely in the long room itself.
"My four sisters... you know." Minglan was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "It is the one who married into Yongchang Houfu."
Gu Tingwei was slightly shocked and nodded.
"I didn't deal with her since I was a child." Ming Lan stretched out and went to pull his big hand. The tentacles were cold. She slowly said, "She doesn't like me because I grabbed her decent face in front of her grandmother and grabbed it. Her scenery with her husband, grabbed the father's care for her daughter; and I don't like her, she is a bad guy."
Gu Tingkai was on his face. Although he did not know why Ming Lan had to say this, he listened quietly.
"On one occasion, I spent half a month to give my father a new shoe. She used the excuse to look at the pattern and deliberately cut it. I had to catch up with it overnight, and spent a few nights not to sleep and redo it."
Ming Lan’s calm narrative, with his head down, a moment, softly licking Gu Ting’s big hand.
From small to big, she counted me many times. I said bad things to my father, and provoked at my wife. When I leave, I often have to work harder to get back..."
In order to guard against Muran, she never dared to send food to her father and brother. Every time, she was careful.
"Why don't you go back?"
Gu Tingyu calmed his face and held the small hand of Minglan. His palm was soft and smooth, and his heart was slightly painful. He wanted her mother to die early. Although she had a grandmother’s shelter, but the father did not talk to her, there was a bad-tempered aunt and aunt. Sister, I have a workmanship and a sister-in-law, and I don’t know how to come over the years.
"In the beginning, I couldn't think of it. I couldn't think of a good way." Ming Lan looked up at the neck and smiled with a smile. This is the truth. "It was a little bigger. I also secretly bullied her out of the air, but unfortunately, More defeat than less."
Gu Tingyu's chilly mouth, a smile, clicked on her pretty nose, scorned: "You are useless." In his opinion, the vindictiveness between the little girls is only a troublemaker.
"On one occasion, she almost broke the face with broken porcelain. At that time, I was very angry. I thought, when she is unlucky in the future, I will definitely fall down the stone." Ming Lan bites the lips, smiles small Rascal.
Gu Tingyan’s face changed and he did not wait for him to speak. Ming Lanfu returned to calm:
Currently, I don’t think so.

She paused and said faintly: "As long as I am better than her, every time she sees me, she will be uncomfortable, and she will not sleep all night."
With her understanding of Molan, she looked at her beautiful scenery and looked at the happiness of Rulan. She would be more uncomfortable than killing her. The fangs of remorse and remorse would bite her heart every night, and she would not sleep.
Gu Tingyu slightly narrowed his eyes. He is a wise man. How can he not understand the meaning of Minglan?
The four-bedroom and five-bedroom have been under the protection of the old Houye for many years. They did not know how to cope with the wind and rain outside, and the children and grandchildren did not see any special interest. The long-room Gu Tingyu’s study until now is only a twin.
In contrast to Gu Tingzhen’s current voice, the foreseeable future will surely change.
"You don't want to be angry, you don't need to be wronged. We will definitely be better than them." Ming Lan looked at Gu Tingzhen, and the tone was soft and firm. "Just let them look at us, they will be out of breath."
"Do you really think that I am doing the right thing?" Gu Ting whispered, his expression was blurred, and he was hesitant in his eyes. He looked eagerly at Minglan. He seemed to wait for a guarantee. "Abandoning the sorrow of the mother is not forgotten, only for myself... ?"
"You are right. And, the mother-in-law's grievances will not be like this." Ming Lan nodded with a firm and firm attitude. "You can ask for her, build for her, and ask the revered old family to re-establish her." The spectrum, let the descendants of Gu family know the virtues of Mrs. Bai’s wife in Gu’s. You know, after the family, you have the final say.

History is written by the victors, and the story of how many losers are drowned in the dust.
In the future, Gu Tingzhuo would like to sing praises to Bai’s. It’s hard to hear. In the future, those will inevitably have to ask for Gu Tingjun’s place. At that time, they will let them form a group to go to Bai’s spirit and confess.
"well said."
Gu Tingyan looked bright, bowed his head and thought for a while, the confusion on the face faded, the mouth was full and confident, and slowly smiled quietly. "How to sit, how do I do it, not for those who are not worthy, around The road is another."
Ming Lan knew that he wanted to open, and even praised the martial arts, and expressed his warm appreciation for his wise choice.
He is as good as a star, squinting his eyes, quietly staring at Minglan, gently stroking her soft and soft cheeks.
Ming Lan suddenly blushed and couldn't help but look out the window.
He still felt unconsciously, facing the cheeks of Ying Ting, smiling as beautiful. He whispered: "You are so good."
Ming Lan's face is even redder.
Immediately, the long sleeves were suddenly displayed, and Minglan didn't realize it, but he was densely gathered in his arms. The nose smelled the familiar man's taste, mixed with a touch of submerged water, and the cuffs wrapped around the brown gold thread. For example, the vines are attached to the flaps.
The voice of the man who slammed the drums rang in his ear. He whispered: "I want you, within this house, outside your ancestral hall, wherever I do everything, as I can, everything is as you like. , follow your heart."
Ming Lan was covered with a wide robes of the robes, and he couldn't see anything. He secretly recited the melody of the man's sweet words for eighteen times, but he could not restrain his heart from jumping.
After he changed clothes, Ming Lan was still on the soft couch, and a pot of green and tender Clivia seedlings was placed on the window sill. She looked at the slightest look.
He is so smart and sensitive, has rich experience, what ideals do not understand, and what interests are unclear. However, if you have sufficient reason, you must first pass the level of your heart.
After all, Gu Tingyu still has some skills.
She thought of the god, slowly pulling out a letter from her sleeve, which fell out of his clothes this morning.
"...I don't teach the Father to live... The truth is straightforward, the stubbornness of today is all my fault... I don't know where I am, I miss you... I don't want this child to be trapped in the cold. Dangerous... Thank you, beg..."
The paper is slightly yellowish, the paper is fragile, and it seems to be repeatedly wrinkled, and then flattened. The ink on the head has several round wrinkled water marks, one drop by drop, and the old tremble Handwriting.
She suddenly had a slight pain in her heart and a dull pain.
In fact, he is very good and very good.