Chapter 58: Tyrant's blackening crisis six

The sleeves in his hands were firmly pulled out by his heavy force. As warm as he stepped forward, he hugged his waist tightly: "I don't believe it."
Her soft body is tightly attached to his chest, one tall and one short, the man is beautiful, the woman is bright, like a pair of monks made in heaven, but the two hearts across the chest, but like a thousand miles away, in the middle The obstacles of thousands of mountains and waters.
Lou Jiaru looked up at the sky, the sky was blue and washed, the sun was golden and dazzling, and the tears that he would overflow would be forced back.
"If I never see your enemy, I will never step out of the palace. Can you promise to try again?" His chest was slightly ups and downs, and as soft as he said, he gradually gave birth to a kind of I can't bear to see the sadness of his sadness.
Lou Jiaruo took a deep breath and shook his hand gently. The beautifully curved lips slightly curved a self-deprecating arc: "If I am not sitting in this position now, will you still tell me this?"

Without waiting for her answer, he slowly continued to whisper, "Why, we have known for ten years, what kind of person are you, I know better than anyone else... When do you want me to deceive myself?"
Wen Yan, she slowly loosened her hands and stepped back to look at his bleak eyes. The voice was soft and firm: "From now on, whether you are the Nine-Five, or the pawn, where are you going, I will follow Wherever you go, don't betray, don't give up. If you swear by this oath, let the heavens punish me for being in front of you!"
Lou Jiaruo promised in the end, or did not agree, Wen did not know.
After making the vows that day, he looked down at her for a long time, and finally turned away without saying a word.
Wen Ruo thinks that her words should be the word that hits the most desirable dream of Lou Jiaruo, but he unexpectedly walks away silently, but makes her determined heart begin to pick up.
In the following period of time, Lou Jiaruo did not appear in front of her again, and even the number of missing women's forsythia was gradually reduced.
Did he really give up her? Wen is a sigh.
The swing decorated with silk flowers seems to never be able to withstand her interest, but the amount of rice is getting longer, and the temperature is sitting in the blooming garden. If we continue to make grief and anger into the food intake, it is estimated that it will not take long, her slender little waist will be fat again.
One morning, seeing her stunned and unable to lift her spirits, the forsyman who was combing her hair suddenly said: "The lotus on the shore of Lingxiangting Lake is just right. If the lady is free, she can go there."
If the eyes are bright, she is more than free, and she is almost free.
She thought about it and looked at her doubtfully: "Can the people in the cold palace go out? The emperor agrees?"
Forsythia slowly took her last glimpse of the blue silk, and then picked up a delicate palace flower buds, and then faintly returned: "The emperor did not say that the goddess can go out, but did not say can not go out."
If the temperature is awkward, is this OK? How does she feel that this palace girl is more daring than herself...
But no matter what, Forsythia is the man of Lou Jiaruo. If there is no certainty, she will not push herself into the fire pit.
When I was out, Wen couldn’t help but confirm again and again: "We really went out?"
Forsythia is speechless: "The emperor usually goes there for a while, and if you want to grind it, you won't see..."
Wen Ruo did not hesitate to pick up the skirt and step over the threshold. It was not a death. It was trapped in the cold palace and was brutally killed. She was still cheeky and beaten. She certainly chose the latter. She was so afraid of it. Who is coming? !
Lingxiang Pavilion is located on a vast artificial lake. It is said that the first emperor, that is, the grandfather of Lou Jiaruo was built for his most beloved monk. When the original child entered the palace, he often went there to play. The warmth of her memory was that she had a shortcut to know where to go. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the place with forsythia.
The clear water is in the sky, the waves are filled with lotus leaves, and the pink and white lotus flowers are blooming with shyness. If Wen went all the way, he didn't feel conscious. When he stepped into the pavilion, he felt a little asthma.
Fortunately, Lou Jiaruo has not arrived yet, she can take a break to adjust the state. Wen Ruo sat on the side of the pavilion for a moment, thinking about it suddenly felt a little funny.
So sneaking in front of others to pretend to wait, and then wait until they meet with each other, but pretend to be a coincidence, if nothing happens: "Ah, it's so good."
Such naive things can only be done at the time of reading. At that time, the boys and girls, pure love, is as simple and beautiful as the morning dew.
Unexpectedly, she was also childish today, and Wen was so pleased to enjoy the flowers, and the cool breeze blew the faint lotus fragrance.
"Forsythia, is there any water in your basket?" Appreciated for a while, she was a little thirsty, and she did not hear the response.
Wen Ruo looked back and took it for himself, but he saw the clean white and clear white robes of the building. He was calmly sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, and placed the position on the opposite seat with him. The same bright yellow cushion.
Not far from the pavilion, Forsythia was hating iron and not standing in front of Li Gonggong.
Wen Ruyi glanced at him, and Lou Jiaru did not look at her. He took the prepared spring into the tea pot and boiled it: "I still have to sit down."
Wen Ruo was somewhat flattered, and quickly got up and asked Nana to sit across from him.
Lou Jiaruo's fingers are long and white, and the skillful technique has the grace of flowing clouds. Just watching his coveted and thoughtful look quietly will also give people a heartfelt pleasure.
Lou Jiaruo added a small spoonful of green salt to the slightly bubbling water. At this time, Wen was only awake. People in this era drank sencha, but not later.
She kept a smile and mourned for her taste buds.
The more people you pay attention to, the more spices you put in, so you can achieve a rich feeling like life. Prickly ash is definitely indispensable. I hope that in addition to skin and schizonepeta, Loujia will not add more spices to the "luxury".
Wen was watching him gently remove the water film floating on the surface, and rigidly removed his eyes and put it on his face, hoping that his handsome face would make him forget the torture of later.
In a short while, when the water burns to the edge of the bubble, such as the spring and the beads, Lou Jiaru pulls out a scoop of water from the kettle and puts it into the ground, and then stirs it with boiling water in the boiling water to cultivate the soup.
The tea soup bubbles so burned in the kettle, such as the waves of the waves, when smelling the various flavors of the scent, the temperature is already not wanting to struggle, she looked at Lou Jiaruo resentfully, but he is Don't look up at her.
Lou Jiaru slowly added the scoop of water that had just been thrown out, so that the boiling stopped temporarily, and then the first tea soup was delivered to her: "The taste of the first tea is the most fragrant, since you are here today, When you drink this drink first."
Mother, she doesn't want this kind of "fragrance" at all. The warm corner of the mouth twitched slightly, and the hands were taken comfortably.
For the first time, the emperor showed his own sencha, not to mention pepper and skin. Even if it was a bowl of chili sauce, she had to hold her nose and drink it.
When Wen was strong and braved, Lou Jiaru suddenly said: "You have never been willing to drink more succulent tea before. How can you turn your temper to drink now? It’s not because the skill of the cockroach is getting better and better, and finally it can be called out. What do you like?" Feng Xingxing only glanced at her, and then hanged the second tea soup.
These words contain blame, and they are so cold that they are crying. Drinking can't be done, don't drink it, he won't be willing to let Forsythia bring her, so that she can vent her anger?
I haven't slowed down from the last one, and the second one has handed it over. Wen Ruo silently looked at the faint curvature of his lips and finally got angry.
She took her hands and slowly got up, and the lotus steps moved lightly. She walked around the stone table and went to the front of the building. She smiled shallowly and gently: "The best one has been ruined by my cow. How can this second way?" Exclusively by me?"
Lou Jiaruo raised his eyebrows, sitting in a stable and stable manner, not afraid that she dared to offend the holy car.
Unfortunately, Wen Ru is not only dare, but also offended thoroughly.
She lifted her head and took a sip in her mouth. She sat down in the arms of the building, and sat down in the arms of the building. She quickly blocked his thin lips with lightning speed!
The little friends waiting outside the pavilion were stunned. They looked down and looked down and couldn’t look at it. Only the forsythia smirked silently.
Lou Jiaruo's lips are slightly cool, with a hint of dragon scent. Wen Ruo was daring to surround his neck and tried to push the tea into his mouth.
However, in addition to being shocked to see her into a small mouth, Lou Jiaruo did not let her succeed. He quietly closed his lips and let her stick to her, not pushing her away, holding her hands. live.
It was not until Wen was helplessly swallowing that he calmly said: "You can get up."
If Wen is grinning, he will receive his tight arms and bury his head in his neck. Anyway, it is already shameful, and it is not cheap. She buried her head and muttered sadly: "If you don't get up, you will hurt yourself." If you want to fight with him, she should be shameless.
Lou Jiaruo sighed slightly, moved his lips, or did not say anything.
Committed to this kind of thing is too unreliable, he does not want to listen to Wen Ruru vowed to swear, and did not want to make any promises to her.
For what she said, Lou Jiaru has no confidence to achieve, and does not want to report any expectations.
However, it is so shameful to rely on the warmth in his arms, so that he can not help but create a kind of warmth.
The lake wind is cool, the green lotus leaves sway slightly in the wind, and the pink lotus flower that contains the cockroaches is shyly poked out from the wide leaves.
In Lingxiang Pavilion, the girl in the white robes of the white robes is cuddling with the girl in the light blue robe and the long skirt. The figure of the two seems to melt in the wind. Her gauze skirt is undulating with the wind, and it looks like a scroll. .
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