Chapter 170: The fate of the fate of the reincarnation

This year's winter is particularly cold, and it is very difficult to live without the light of Su. In the meantime, Ai Erer came a few times, and each time she saw her, she looked very complicated. The way that the words and the words stop, the people see the real annoyance.
"If you want to say something, you can say it. If you don't want to talk about it, don't come." Wen is impatient.
Arthur bite his teeth and hate: "How are you still alive?" Yeah, how is she still alive? Wen Ru is also very curious about this.
She turned her head and didn't want to take care of Esser. Can drag a day is a day, she has not been generous to know that Ai Erer is not good, but also take the initiative to give her a degree in advance.
Wen Ruo exchanged a topic with his mouth: "Nothing to persuade your mother, good, what to do." Arthur calmly licked her face, did not say promise, did not say no.
The surface of the capital was calm and calm, and the actual generals and the new emperor had been confronted several times in the dark. One wants to regain military power, one wants to completely control the military and politics, and no one will let anyone. Really want to say it, or Wen Xiangning fell.
Thinking of this, Wen Ru is squinting at her, and before she opens her mouth, Esser has stepped back a few big steps. The guards on both sides swarmed up and stopped between the two. Esser then let go of his heart: "You can't kill me."
Wen Ruo is laughing, thinking thoughtfully, if she smothers all her men to assassinate Esser, how much will it be successful? Then he looked up and smashed the fully armed soldiers in the yard. He shook his head and regretfully gave up the idea.
The generals are afraid of death, and Ai Erer is also afraid of death. The style of the two mothers and daughters is really the same. It is no wonder that Wen Xiangning can't pick them up.
"Don't be nervous, the first place is not as important to me as you think." Wen Ru is an understatement of the dead leaves that fall to his body.
If I want the life of Eser, she won’t stay with her last time. She just, don't want to let Su Guangchen bury her.
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There were a few heavy snowfalls in the twelfth lunar month, and the depth of the knees was accumulated one night. The room was burned with geothermal heat, and the temperature was almost no longer going out. When it was empty, I went to turn over the books that Su Xiaochen often read.
When you look at it, you will suddenly sigh. She missed him very much, sent people to send several letters, and did not see a reply with a word. Wen Ruo thought, Su Guangchen mostly does not care about her, or else how can the letter not return? Even if it is said that the hot springs are very warm.
The soup he had left before he left was still drinking. In fact, it was something that pleaded with qi and blood. He could not solve the poison and could not solve the curse. Only he wanted her to drink, and she obeyed it. It was Su Guangchen who was still supervising, so drinking the bitter medicine, and it seemed sweet in my heart.
Wen Ruo is doing what he wants her to do safely. I thought that I couldn’t hold it for a long time, but I didn’t expect her body to gradually recover.
She thought with joy and joy, maybe she could go on, and she could really drag it to the day when she went to pick up the light dust in Kaichun.
People from the hospital have come in batches and batches, and everyone has been amazed by the pulse. A group of old men gathered in a pile for discussion for a long time, and then vowed to claim that her body is no longer a problem, only need to be carefully nursed for several months to fully recover.
Even though the doctors are all eloquent, Wen still can't believe it. If they are so diagnosed, they will not be able to find out even a poison.
The more she thought about it, the worse she did, and ran to find Esser, but Esser only looked at her with mourning and said nothing.
The sky outside is very cold, and the colder is her sinking heart. Back to the Imperial Palace, Wen Ru is immediately ready to go out of the city, all the way to the hot springs and mountains.
The road was not smooth, and the wheels were always caught in the snow on the avenue. It took a few horses to stumble and entered the village at the end of winter.
When I saw Ming Feng, Wen Ru was not yet open, and she saw her kneeling down and crying.
When the warmth of the brain is inside, there is a blank space. What is Mingfeng saying, why is it crying, she can’t hear it at all, and there is only the hunting white plaque hanging in Manzhuang.
Ming Feng screamed in front of her knees, stretched her hand to the hem, tears down and slammed her mouth open, and did not know what was shouting.
The warm temple suddenly jumped, the ears creaked, and it was impossible to say that one foot flipped her and shouted: "Su Zhengjun?! Let him come out to see me!"
The people at the door smashed into the ground, and all of them cried like dead: "...the master, Su Zhengjun is gone."
Gone? how is this possible?
He made an appointment with her and went home with her in the spring. Winter is still not finished, how can Su Guangchen be so plain and without any reason?
Wen Ruo did not believe that Zhang Kou discovered that the voice was low, and he still had a shudder: "Don’t cry, big New Year, unlucky."
Attacked the ground and wiped two on his face and raised his hand to help her. Wen Ruqi closes her lips, slowly pushes her hand and walks in step by step.
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"Don't be afraid," Hou Qing's blood is dark and red, like a turbulent fall, gathering in the mud under his feet. "Warm, remember to wait for me."
His cool lips were printed on her forehead. "When you open the spring, you will pick me up. After I return to the capital, I will stay with you in the Imperial Palace and never leave."
Su Guangchen looked down and carefully watched her black and clear, "Don't be someone else, you come and pick it up."
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The white ribbons along the way were full of trees, and the overwhelming whiteness was shocking, covering all the colors with gloom.
At the end of the fog, it was a dark door, and the white lanterns on the door were swaying. There was a sap of ebony in front of the church. The spirit on the incense was solitary and clear, and Su Qingchen seemed to be standing next to it.
He also wore the white robes that he wore when he left, and he remembered clearly and warmly, and the dark lines of the mouth were the patterns she personally chose.
He stood so quietly in the center of the hall, and he was still used to the warmth and elegance. He smiled at her, as if to say, "I have been waiting for you here." His clear smile swayed and dissipated in the darkness, like the most beautiful dream in the world.
If the temperature is slowly raising his hand, blocking his eyes, his throat is already choked. She should have long thought of how the curse on her body might fail for no reason.
"The master," Ming Feng cried, and took out a small wooden donkey in her arms and raised it to her. "Su Zhengjun’s letter to the master, all in it, he said... he didn't want to be buried in the imperial tomb, let the master and the skeleton It was incinerated and sprinkled in the lake of the Imperial Palace." Just when he was with her.
The warm ten fingers clasped the little scorpion, and the legs were barely able to stand. This is not the result she wants. The night wind that passed through the church swayed the white candlelight, and the shadow reflected on the ground shook like the heart that she was suddenly emptied, full of desolateness.
"How are you so stupid?" Wen Ruo was a headache, and smiled and gently put his face on the cold sputum. The voice was soft as a lover whispered. "My life, not worth the money, Su light dust, you lose It is."
Tears fell down and hit the ebony cover that was covered with light. It was broken into several petals and immersed in fine wood. 2k novel reading network