Chapter 57: Tyrant's blackening crisis five

On that day, Lou Jiaruo did not stop in the cold palace. When Wen was faintly saying that he did not want to move out, he was silent for a long time.
Although it was not until the departure, Lou Jiaruo did not say a word more, but looking at the back of his silent departure, Wen Ruo was still somewhat soft.
In the end, he is just a poor person who loves and can't.
Maybe she really should put down her prejudice early and try to reconcile with him. Although the process will be very difficult, just dragging it down will only allow outsiders to take advantage of it.
As for the humiliation suffered by that day, it is not too late to close the door and then check with him.
Wen Rumei rubbed his eyebrows and began to think about what to do next.
If there is no intervention from the executor, the original woman of the warm phase should now be trying her best to let him agree to let the prince, and then refused directly by the chilly heart.
If she has been staying in the cold house since then, and no longer mixes those things, she will finally be able to finish the end.
Unfortunately, in terms of the wisdom of the original master, it is really playing but Su Leqing. She would be stupid enough to believe that Su Leqing sent a message, thinking that as long as he can rescue the Prince to help him regain power, the other party will give way to her to be a wife.
Lou Jiaru is indeed not good for her, but she is too small to see a man's self-respect. No amount of feelings can be forbidden to betrayed three times and four times. Not every time, he will let her go indifferently.
After the incident was revealed, Lou Jiaruo was guilty of treason and personally killed the woman he had loved for ten years.
This is really a tragedy.
She must not repeat the same mistakes.
Wen Ru is sitting on the newly tied swing, and there is a ride without a ride. He made up his mind to let the forsythia keep the door. Anyone who has an unknown person dares to sneak into it, must not hesitate to grab it.
As for where she will send people, it is not the scope of Wen’s concern. Anyway, the master behind the forsythia will handle it.
In just one month, three spies who tried to catch up with Wen Ruo were found. The other man’s madness completely angered Lou Jiaruo. He directly smashed the culprit, the official position of Da Sikong, and went down to the holy decree, and let him go home and grow sweet potatoes.
The three publics went to the two public. The action of Lou Jiaruo caused the turbulent dynasty to be greatly hurt. However, he did not seem to care about this result. He successively upgraded several officials to share the duties of Wen Xiang and Da Sikong. Temporarily calmed down the dissatisfaction of the DPRK.
On the surface, the temperature is completely clear with the Linghua Palace, and Lou Jiaru is more vigilant. The more she pretended not to care, the more he wanted to poke through the true face of her hiding.
However, the report of Forsythia's three-day report was also a small matter that was not painful. He had to endure for a few days, but he still couldn't help but want to see it himself. Wen Ruru was doing something in the cold palace.
When he retired everyone into the warmth of the house as he did last time, he accidentally did not find her figure in the courtyard.
The courtyard, the front hall, and the bedroom are all invisible. The sun in the end is warm and pleasant, and the newly planted flowers are gorgeous. The mood of Lou Jiaruo is falling rapidly, and the heavy steps bring out a chill of chill.
She finally got the original shape...
In her room, she patrolled in a circle, and Lou Jiaruo was sinking into the water. She was immediately hiring to search for her whereabouts. Suddenly she heard a humming sound from the kitchen.
The voice was too familiar, and the anger of Lou Jiaruo just ascended, and unconsciously, the melody of the singer gradually stopped in the air. Her tone was easy and comfortable, and Lou Jiaru went by the sound, and had not yet reached the door of the small kitchen. The melody that came out suddenly stopped.
She has never been to the kitchen, and she is so disgusted with all misconduct that would tarnish her identity.
Lou Jiaruo stood at the door, and looked at the pink robe skirt in a complex mood. He was smart enough to do what she should not have. He didn't know when she started learning to do these things, and she didn't know what she was asking for.
However, if even the happy look at this moment is warm and deliberately pretending... such a woman is terrible.
She took out a small steamed buns from the steaming steamer and hurriedly held it in the palm of her hand. It was not like the charming lady in the impression that the ten fingers did not touch Yang Chunshui.
Wen Ruo took a bite of the bun, carefully turned and was waiting to take the plate to Sheng, and saw the Lou Jiaru who stood quietly at the door.
She groaned and immediately smiled at him: "Since I am here, I will go to the house and wait for you to craft." Her eyebrows have no trace of resentment, just like a child. There is no need, as if he has experienced a dream in these years.
Between them, they have not been so harmoniously together for a long time.
Lou Jiaruo’s eyebrows are slightly embarrassing. The first thing that comes to mind is that this woman is going to start playing new tricks.
However, despite this, for a while, he was reluctant to break the illusion, even if he knew how ugly the truth after the debunking was.
The clean and tidy kitchen, the steamer on the stove was simmering with heat, and she was in a pretty place, and Ying Ying smiled and looked back at herself. Such a warm scene makes people involuntarily weak, only hope that time can stay for a while at this moment.
Lou Jiaruo’s heart is full of miscellaneous tastes. If you reveal the falseness and tenderness of the surface, what else can be left between them?
Seeing that he stood still, he was not reluctant, and he took a few of the biggest ones into the dish and raised his face in front of him. He said softly: "Try it, it's really good. "A pair of brilliant starlight crystals are shining brightly against him."
Lou Jiaruo lowered his eyelids, and Ying Lun’s filigree jade refers to a thin porcelain plate with azure color. The round white face exudes a warm and seductive aroma. For a long while, he opens:
I don’t want to eat outside.
Discourse There has been no faint affection in the past, and the two of them have gradually drifted away.
Lou Jiaru looked up and looked at her expression more and more indifferent.
What he likes is that when he was a child, he would complain and cry in front of him. If there is a good thing, he will secretly sneak it in his arms and share it with him. Everything will be his warmth, not grow up. The three emperors, who are full of eyes, only the Prince, the right and the reality, are not the woman who has to deal with him in an unscrupulous manner in order to achieve his goal.
He should have long understood that Lou Jiaru’s heart is slightly stunned, but more, but after he has figured it out, he has to unload the burden.
"Why, are you afraid that I will poison you?" The warm smile is getting weaker, and it is also how a wife like her can easily win the trust of her.
Wen Ruan looked at his handsome face calmly, picked up the buns that had just been released and put them in the mouth. The hot soup burned the soft mouth, but she swallowed it in a sip.
"Gailuo, have you regretted it? I regret that the person I met at the beginning was me?" The pink lips began to be red and swollen. She didn't swear too much. Only he had little friendship, since he had to bear the original Lord. The mess, taking advantage of that advantage, should also charge some interest in advance.
If you miss this time, it will be even harder to rediscover his heart.
Wen Ru is smiling and looking at his clear eyes with a touch of sadness.
Regret? If the little girl I met was someone else, he may still be a leisurely and leisurely emperor. He will marry a gentle and gentle wife, and give birth to a few lovely children. When his eldest son grows up, he will succeed him as his throne.
There will be no pain, and it will not make him hate to raise the knife and force the palace to squat - perhaps, he regrets, if you do not meet her, everything will be very different.
Lou Jiaru frowned and didn't speak.
Just as she was about to get the third buns, he couldn’t help but wave his sleeves and knock over the porcelain plates in her hands. There was a hidden anger in the voice: "Enough, warm!" The porcelain plate fell to the ground and broke into a few petals. The white spots scattered everywhere were covered with dust, and the dirt was so sad.
A quarrel like this doesn't know how many times it happened, but never once, she used her own body to achieve her goal. Lou Jiaruo is really tired, and once again she feels too bad about her emotions.
That's it, he shouldn't come here to see her again. Lou Jiaru turned and walked, but was warmed by the warmth of the embroidered gold sleeves.
She stubbornly refused to let go, and the five fingers that clung to the cuffs were white, his long back was sorrowful, and his lips were moving for a long time: "... don't you want to know why I used to do these before. Didn't you do anything?"
Lou Jiaru did not turn his head, but the arm that was to be opened was stopped uncontrollably.
"There is no temptation to sway the scent of the scent, and there is no intrigue and tricks outside of the shackles. I just want to compensate for the damage that has been done to you over the years." She barely smirked and smiled. Wen Ruo lived up to Lou Jiaruo. This is what the original Lord owes to him. A sorry is not enough to erase the grievances of the past.
She only hopes that she can have a good start, "...Gail, if I say, I want to start over with you, will you believe it?"
If it was before, when I heard the confession of Wen Ruyi, Lou Jiaru might be ecstatic.
But now, he no longer wants to distinguish the authenticity of her words.
"It's too late." Lou Jiaruo's eyes were red, and he waited for this sentence for too long and too long. The love has long been consumed in the eradication of time.
Only the rest of his heart, only that little bit supports his hatred of revenge.
Lou Jiaru slowly turned, and the tears were crystal clear, condensed in his long, narrow eyes, looking at the warm eyes with deep pain, his smile gradually became a bit desolate and sad.
Lou Jiaruo reached out and pulled one of her clasped fingers one by one. "It's too late, we can't come back again."
Really not? Wen Ru is firmly gazing at his eyebrows, and as long as he has the heart, it will not be too late at any time.
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I updated it in advance because Gome wants to try it. Can you do it more... But don’t expect too much from me, um, if it can’t be updated before 12 o’clock, I will put it tomorrow morning. Face--
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