Chapter 301: Ferocious

On the extremely rare "Lvhuang Xuan" paper, the woman's pen is free to move, lifelike. The fallen leaves on the bluestone plate seem to have a breeze and face.
In the octagonal pavilion, the man was blue and blue, and his eyes were cold, especially twilight, and extremely sharp. Sitting on the stone bench, the jade crown is shining, and the sleeves are embroidered with dark gold dragon dragon pattern.
On his knees, the petite woman was squinting, leaning slightly on her neck, and the water was shining straight into his eyes. A twilight smock only reveals a plush piping, below the shoulders, wrapped in a man's coat and covered in a tight body.
Behind him is Meilin who has spent the flowering period. The ground is a little bit of powder, and it is all the branches of the ball, and it falls into the mud. The background is a bit bleak, and the silence reveals the cold.
Such a scene, it should be cold and cold, just because the two people tightly held in one place, the eyes are burning, the corners of the eyes are faintly provoked, all of which show confidence and smile. The embarrassing thing makes the whole painting bright and brisk.
"His Royal Highness, in the past, Shen Jiatai Jun gave him a husband with a flower mirror, and married."
"I remember that in the day of Merlin, my Highness once said that it is not a rare sigh of sorrow, but what I want is "Han and Hee."
The cheeks are red, and the little hand holds his big palm and gently puts it on top of the painting. "Today, I will give it to my Highness with this painting. Your Highness, will you be happy?"
Like he was afraid that he didn't know that she had bothered her mind and added a thick cheek to add a sentence, "The crouching case painting, not even a three-day lunch."
The man who was quietly coveted by the side did not respond at all, and Mu Xiyao stole his head with his head.
At this point, the face burned immediately. Zong Zhenglin was so eager to catch her eye. Suddenly raised her hand and held her up. The man's eyes are deep and deep, and the depths of his eyes seem to be screaming in the wind, and the meaning of the complex is that Mu Xiyao is unclear.
"Jiaojiao." Zong Zhenglin looked at her with her eyes and breathed, and it was the eyelashes, all of which seemed to be tied together. "Shen Lao Taijun gave the mirror a thing, it is for the sake of truth." The palm slowly stroked her neck side, crisp and numb, and scratched Mu Xiyao's brain.
Gongjiao gave the paintings of the temple, but what does the hall think?

The cheeks were hot, and Mu Xiyao’s eyes were drooping, and he hurriedly avoided his sight.
"Well?" Put her face in the face and force the person to look at him. "But what does that mean?"
His face is reflected in his cold face, and his eyes are bound to be tough, and he is generally the same as Meiyuan. Mu Xiyao not only saw the from his eyes, but also if he did not ask him to be satisfied, the man’s voice flashed through the gloom.
This is another set! Zong Zhenglin couldn't be happy, and left to her, all of which was a coercive warning.
Anxious and anxious, Mu Xiyao held his arm and jumped. "It’s a resurgence, what's wrong, what's wrong!"
The power is not as good as people, and it will always be a bit worse. I am not willing.
Seeing that she was so embarrassed, even if he had stepped on the wrong foot, he did not notice it. Zong Zhenglin suddenly burst into laughter and the scorpion was flashing.
Very good, it is forcing her to come in. If you want to avoid it, you will pack it up and take advantage of his warm and soft nephrite. Sixth Highness was in a good mood, and she leaned over and hugged her waist. If she couldn’t help but say that she would forcefully open the beriboth, the two of them would sneak into the room, and the kiss would gradually spread in the house.
With such a laugh, the people outside were shocked again. Is this anger and laugh, or hate it?
Zhao Wei caressed his heart and sighed silently. Come out with the master, this heart, seven up and down, it is not practical. Fortunately, I was mad at the Highness, and this person also knows how to use it to bring people back. Not like last time, a temper is ten days and a half. With such a thought, I still feel surprised that Yao’s master has grown up?
Shake your head and clean up the thoughts that are unbelievable. As for this temper, after three days and two heads and the highness of the temple, how could it be inexplicable that the master has grown up...
The atmosphere in the house is sticky and full of musk scent. Zong Zhenglin loved her side neck, but was rejected by Mu Xiyao's soft voice.
"Not yet, haven't finished reading yet." Her painting, this man did not see her true intentions, how can I promise! "Hey, I have to work hard, you have to read it completely." Hong Yanyan's little mouth groaned, and some were unhappy.
So charming... Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes for a moment, and when he blinked, he took care of her hair and put it behind her ear.
"Where is this temple not seen?" This painting is not easy, how can he miss it?
"Yes, you turn over." The bronze mirror gave people, and the objects were filled, naturally there are two sides.
Zong Zhenglin's eyebrows are tall and high-handed. With one hand, he will lift the paintings of the two little cockroaches and flip it over easily.
The painting on the back is extremely simple. On the fine texture paper, except for one thing, it is blank. Look at it carefully, the fat bottom in the lower left corner, the back to the furry smashed into a group of things, not the cute rabbit in her yard and what? The most famous Zong Zhenglin looked at his eyes, but the rabbit had a slight side, and the three-petal mouth was still carrying the fresh radish!
I thought this woman was very difficult to correct it. I didn't want this surprise. It was so big that he could not accept it.
"Jiaojiao, why is naughty?" Such an important painting, Zong Zhenglin is extremely cherished.
Mu Xiyao did not understand him, and did not understand why this man was angry.
"There is no auspicious pattern behind the bronze mirror? His Royal Highness is the most joyful, it is that thing. I don't think it is ugly to give up the long-tailed beast. I don't want to paint it for my Highness. Isn't it bad?" The voice is a little pitiful, faint With disappointment.
"His Highness does not mean that you are quite similar to it? You have painted your own on both sides, thinking that your Highness will be happy." I thought that to escape this robbery, you must please the boss. Don't even have a face, and see him reacting at this time. Is it that she is superfluous?
Zong Zhenglin unexpectedly thought that she was thinking, and her anger was gradually dissipated. It’s only a moment, but it’s a sigh of laughter. Looking at her gaze, she directly called Mu Xiyao to have a bad feeling.
"Golden, look at some folk customs."
Mu Xiyao knows how to glare at him. What does this mean? I don’t think she has a culture.
I know that she is not sensitive to ghosts and gods, that is, the relevant books are placed in the study, and this woman rarely looks at it.
Zong Zhenglin did not know the origin of Mu Xiyao, thinking that she did not respect ghosts and gods, and did not believe in fate. Where can I expect her to be scared, and then do not want to touch the gods.
Helpless to touch her hair top, the Sixth High Court pays special attention to her reaction. "Golden, the long-tailed beast is not auspicious, it is the evil thing to avoid blood."
Avoid the evils that avoid blood? ! Mu Xiyao was on the spot and his brain was dizzy.
But seeing the woman's small face wrinkled like a steamed bun, her face turned red, and she was so shy that she hurriedly covered the painting.
Zong Zhenglin was pleasantly onlookers, and she felt that she should be a red bean stuffing... The six halls secretly made a conclusion.
It is no wonder that she privately likes to call Chengqing Chengyou "small buns" and "small peas". It is for this reason.