Vol 2 Chapter 1053: Lonely and General's Battle Cloak (32)

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"Oh my god!"
"Oh my God!"
"My ancestors!"
A secret little corner next to the palace, a burst of screaming exclamation, a head straight and stretched, staring at the bottom, half a sigh, screaming low.
"Houye has something -"
"When is the male color that Hou Ye learned?"
"Hou Ye finally decided to take the road to the color of the prince?"
"I originally thought that Hou Ye is now famous, and he has to fill all the wives in the backyard!"
"Yes, don't say anything else, the longevity of Liu Liushang, the granddaughter of Wei University, the sister of Zhu Guogong... Which one is not the root of our Hou's love? I heard that it is awkward, in order to be the main house. I can’t wait to fight one! Who knows—"
"Who knows that Hou Ye himself took the initiative to self-recommended and applied to go to the Zhenggong Palace..."
"Hou's courage is very big, but look at how he and his majesty get along... In fact, I have been with him for a few years, and I have never seen him so gentle!"
"I have never seen it, he will be so happy to laugh at a girl."
Just when the subordinates spit in the opposite side of the hall, the girl was shy and cheeked red, and looked back: "You - bold!"
I want to be her... great courage!
I really don't know what it is, it's really daring!
She was struggling, but she was more forced to hold her hand. His palm was much bigger than her. She didn't grow up with her phalanx. She could wrap her hand in her whole body when she picked it up.
"Don't move, I will take you to write a few lines of words, and then struggle, and carefully scratched this good rice paper."
Russell has a good habit of never wasting things and respecting knowledge and culture.
Faced with the threat of men smashing the rice paper, it is as if they have been shackled, and the frowning eyebrows are weak and weak: "You let go of the solitude..."
The man turned a deaf ear, held her hand, and wrote a stroke on the paper, and the ink smudged a hearty stream of water.
"Before, I heard a word. At that time, I thought it would be a portrayal of my eternal life."
The tip of the pen is twirling, smashing ink, stagnation and whiteness, and the hard-working handwriting jumps out, with bitterness that cannot be said.
- Ten years of life and death, not thinking about it, never forgetting. Thousands of miles of graves, nowhere to be bleak. Even if you meet, you should not know, the dust is full of face, like a frost.
- Night come to sleep and return home. Xiaoxuan window, is dressing. Regardless of words, only tears are a thousand lines. It is expected that the intestines will break every year: Mingyue night, short Matsuoka.
"Chen also laughed at him, but after a decade of separation, it was all in vain. If it was a thousand years of hardship, where can it persist?"
A simple meal.
His voice suddenly and briskly, and the words in his pen are gradually full and round, and full of joy.
"I later learned that there are times when people are still running, there is still a place to live, and there is this poem -"
- The crowd looked for him thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looked back, the man was there, the lights were dim.
There are also days that can be reunited after thousands of years.
Susu raised her hand to her heart, and suddenly she felt sore in her nose, and her eyes were inexplicably a little tidal. He looked stunned and suddenly looked up at him, twisted his eyebrows, and his expression was full of incomprehensible:
"I don't know why, listen to you saying this, my heart feels sour, just like... it's like these are also written alone."
The man looked at her fixedly, the twilight was soft and soft, and the smile on his lips was deeper and deeper.
"Your Majesty, you can believe that there is a past life and a present life in this world?" He laughed. "If there is, then it must be, the predecessors and the ministers of the past world have also set a covenant of life."