Chapter 42: Loyal dog breeds seventeen

The previous dispute was dissipated in this blushing kiss, and Mo Xie carefully held her in the direction of turning back.
The warmth is quietly in his arms, and the softness is as good as a cat that has been swayed.
When the two of them fell back to the other hospitals, Yan Renqing was not there. Only the purple robes that were torn on the table were torn into two pieces.
In front of him, his own 妾 妾 was taken away by the same man again, even if that person is only her hidden guard, it is a great shame for him.
He doesn't care what she is thinking, but she can't care about the outsiders.
Returning to the generals of the military, Yan Renqing did not hesitate to take off the sewed robe and throw it on the face of the subordinate, drinking him back to the woman in the other house.
Hearing the housekeeper’s expression with a blank expression, all the people in the hospital, including her, halved the number of cases in the next three months, and the temperature was just a slap in the corner, not in mind.
She does not lack that money, Wen's dowry is enough for her to feed the servants of the hospital. Yan Renqing’s stance is just to warn her. If she is interested, he will not be too careless. If she does not know how to do anything, it will make her face shameful, and he has enough rights to deal with her.
The warmth of returning to the family is a lot more honest, and the door does not come out. She is like a person, she has put away all the edge, as if a real everyone is like a show, in addition to reading a book, enjoying flowers, is to stay in the house to do a female red.
For her silent resistance, Yan Renqing did not care much, his mind was hung on the things that Wen was handed over to him that day.
In the pearl bracelet, two kinds of poisons have been found. One is to see the blood and seal the throat. It is often used in the dead soldiers who fall into the hands of the enemy. Needless to say, it must be taken after the temperature is exposed.
The other kind of chronic bone-burning poison is not something that ordinary people can get their hands. If the staff of the military government had seen this kind of poison called "Biananhua", Yan Renqing would really plant it on this thing. .
It is said that as long as this substance is taken once every seven days, it is colorless and odorless in water, and only half a finger of the fingernail cover is needed. Within three months, his essence will be completely hollowed out by this poison. Finally, the lingering sickness died. However, the most embarrassing place is not its toxicity, but its antidote.
Once the antidote to the other side of the flower is taken down, it must be taken once a month after the antidote, otherwise the poisoned person will suffer the pain of burning the bones for two hours every day.
This thing has no solution, only to fall to hell, heaven is never on the other side.
Knowing this, Huanren Qing did not care about Wen Ruyi, and his anger all pointed to the unrecognized Wen Hou.
Yan Renqing went to see Wen Ru several times. I hope she can take the initiative to find out the flaws of Wen Hou, but she is no longer as positive as she used to be. Even two months later, Wen Baoyi and Li Yun were not married, and she also stayed in the hospital and did not attend.
This kind of warmth is no longer like the smart show at the time of the showdown. Gradually, Yan Renqing is also somewhat uninteresting. I went to another hospital from five or six days, and went to ten days and a half. Slowly, he almost never came to the door again.
If she is useful to her, she only needs to let the butler know, and she will dress up and follow him to be a perfect vase.
This result, Yan Renqing is very satisfied, and Wen is very satisfied.
For the useful person, General Yan has always been particularly tolerant. Even when he saw Moxie’s bright and upright sword walking around the courtyard, he began to learn to turn a blind eye, just like never letting him wear a command. general.
The two people are so irrelevant, the well water does not make the rivers and waters have always maintained this state of affairs, not far from the strange state.
Wen Ruo spent all his time in the small courtyard, and had done the third thing for Mo Xie's gown. She did it very carefully, and all the subtleties were not fake.
Mo Xie is gradually getting used to the new way of getting along with her own lady. She no longer refuses to wear her good clothes in normal days. She is no longer turned around and flees when she plays a game. It is just a problem that she will blush when she kisses. But it seems that I can't change it.
But most of the time, Mo Xie will not give Wen Ruo the opportunity to attack him.
It’s not time to stop and enjoy a moment of warmth. He always remembers what Wen said. Only when his martial arts is so high that he can ignore all the pursuits, the lady will go with him with confidence.
He will definitely take her out of here, that is her wish and his.
Carrying Moxie, the common expectation of two people, no matter how tired the practice is, it will be as good as it is. The time spent outside is longer than a day. Only when one's energy is exhausted and I feel that my physical fitness has reached the limit, he will return to the hospital and simply take a cold shower and go to see his beloved lady.
Wen Ru will always wait until he comes to a good night, will go to sleep with peace of mind.
Mo is not talking about it, but he likes it very much. Just like a wanderer returning home, as long as he remembers how many nights there will always be a person who is waiting for his return at home with an oil lamp, his heart is full of warmth.
Usually he would push the door directly, but today, Mo Xie, who stood at the door, hesitated for a long while.
After waiting for a long time, he didn't see him coming back. He was taking a cloak and was going to look at the yard. When he opened the door, he saw him standing at the door. She screamed: "Why didn't you come back?"
Mo Xie did not answer, turned back to the door, and looked at her for a moment, and finally said: "Miss Ten is married after the day."
The day after? Wen Ruo suddenly moved to the table and sat down, muttered: "How so urgent..." The cloak on the shoulder slipped to the ground, and she did not notice.
Mo Xie licked his mouth and used to slap and patted: "Miss Shi missed her death, and she started a hunger strike three days ago. Maybe Wen Hou thinks that she will not marry her again..." He slowly stopped his mouth and said something to everyone. Knowing it, it is too cruel to say it.
Wen looked up at him, his eyes were so complicated that he couldn't help but gently raise his hand and touched her cheek: "If you want to see her, I can take you over and no one will find out."
As if he was stunned, he took the back of his hand and squinted at his palm with a thin skull.
Should I go, or not? She has some feelings, she took a long time to control herself not to think about their future sad ending. However, Xiao Shi will really be destined to die in the husband's family, as recorded in the information.
She looked up and reflected the eyes of Moxie.
Wen Ruo’s throat was slightly moving, and finally he nodded in the heart:
Go.
The toughest beginning of the past, it seems that the next thing is not as difficult to decide as imagined, she sucked her nose and continued,
I want to see her, go now."
"Good." Mo Xie's mouth slightly raised a soft arc, this is his young lady, even if the future is dangerous, he will go with him and go forward.
Wensuo Yue was not in the warm house on the mountain, she was locked in the temporary cell of the manor that went to the feast last time. It wasn't that Wen Hou didn't want to take her back, but when she went out, she would pull the door and cried.
Her future "Fan Jun" has been sent to ask several times, seeing that the wedding period is near, and Wensuo month does not mean a little soft. Fortunately, the manor is closer to the old man's house. Wen Hou really does not want to make extra-budgets. He has to agree to let her stay in the place where she died. The condition is that she is honestly married.
Wensuo Yue did not listen to the words of Wen Hou, Wen did not know.
She only knows that when she saw Wensuo’s wearing ankles, she was lying on the dark brown ground, and while holding a urn in her hand, her heart was sore and sore.
"At most, there is only a half-muscle space. You take the time to pick up the important thing. I am waiting for you outside." Mo Xie touched the warm black hair and gestured to her.
When Wen was slowly walking in front of her and standing for a long time, she did not look up at her, but she spoke to the ashes in her arms.
"...small ten." Wen Ru is slowly squatting. She is thinner than she saw last time. The little chin is sharp.
She didn't blink her eyes, just immersed herself in a world where she and her only.
When people are unbearably hurt, they will close themselves up and construct a fortress that they think is safe.
They all said that Wensuo was crazy. Yes, she is crazy, if she can forget the scars of the cone, if she is crazy, then she is crazy.
"Small ten," Wen Ru is leaning over and gently holding her in her arms. Her body is sorely sad, "Escape can't solve the problem."
She doesn't understand why people want to grow up. If they don't grow up, they won't become so terrible. If they don't grow up, she won't have to marry, and she won't die if she grows up.
She didn't understand too much. The world of Wensuo Yue still stayed in that carefree time, but she didn't expect her father to drag her to the flames without any warning. Opened the warm veil.
She doesn't understand.
Relying on the warmth of the arms, a drop of tears fell from her eyes, Wensuoyue opened, hoarse voice: "Why, why should he do this to us?!"
If Wen is tightening his arms, the black scorpion hides the faint light, and it is clearly extinguished in the dark prison: "As long as you cheer up and listen to it, he will give you a string of beads on the day of the marriage, there are two kinds of poison."
This taught her whether it was right or wrong. Wen was not sure, but she couldn’t help but watch Wensuo’s death in the hands of those bastards.
Get up and not let the whites die.

Wensuo's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she whispered: "Don't let the cockroaches die, right, can't let him die."
Half a column of incense is about to pass, Wen Ruo got up and walked to the door, could not help but stop looking back, Wensuo month tightly holding the Qing ash cans, barely gave her a smile: "Sister, thank you for coming to see me, I will live well, you can rest assured."
Wen did not speak, just returned with a more gentle smile.
I hope she can really live as she said.
It was Wen Ru, the last time I saw Wensuo.
She knew that the proud girl who had no one in her eyes was dead at the moment when Wen Hou killed her.
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