Chapter 65: Tyrant's blackening crisis fourteen

It is suitable for a good night's sleep in the afternoon, and the Silent Palace is quiet and silent. The cool breeze blows the gauze and flies gently, and slowly falls.
Elvis had a boring play at the couch, turned over and rolled a big tail, picked up the doll and squatted on the couch, squatting on the warm face. Was awakened by its sticky saliva. She raised her hand and licked its thick round ears. She licked the Elvis's little tiger doll and threw it away: "Hey, play by yourself, if your master knows you." The idiot put the toy on the couch and had to be caged at night."
Elvis shook her head and arched her. After she finished, she picked up her dress and pulled it. She whimpered and turned to look at the puppet who was thrown to the door. It seemed to keep saying, come on. Let's play together.
Wen was so troubled by it that he had to sneak into the stunned forehead, and got up and licked its toys to play and throw the game.
Just walking to the door, I heard a discussion from the outside of the waitress.
"Tomorrow's Queen Mother has a feast for the flowers, and the ministers' family members have received posts. Why don't you tell us to prepare for the girl?"
"I heard the sister of Ci'an Temple say that this banquet is for the election of the emperor. If it is true, it must be deliberately carrying the maiden."
"Hey, whisper, don't let the goddess hear it."
......
If Lou Jia is going to stand up?
Wen Ruo stood behind the door, still holding a rag doll in his hand. She couldn't wait for her to throw it out for a long time, and Elvis was anxious to turn around her feet.
Everyone knows that only she is kept in the dark. She slowly moved to the table and sat down. Her eyes were dry and she blinked. She thought that even if she didn't say it, his heart still loved her.
She thought that he was just shy, just couldn't pull the face - she thought that he really forgave her...
When Wen sucked her nose, how could he do this, she sinked into his gentle care, and when she unloaded all the defenses, she gave her a fatal blow!
The temperature at the end of October is cool and pleasant, but the temperature is so cold that it only feels bitter.
At night, Jia Ruo still held her as usual. Wen was crouching on his chest. He looked very docile and well-behaved. He stroked her long hair and said softly: "How is it so quiet today?"
Wen is coveted and smiling, twilight, and whispered slowly: "I just thought... If you are not an emperor, maybe, we will be happier." If he is not an emperor, she does not have to go to other women. Fight for him. She likes him and likes it very much, but because of this love, she can't tolerate sharing with others.
A warm love is very selfish and can't hold a grain of sand. She slowly squinted and no longer waited for his answer.
The woman in her arms breathed evenly and seemed to have fallen asleep. Lou Jiaruo did not have any sleepiness. Tomorrow is a flower banquet. Although everyone attending the conference has a lot of talents, in fact, the candidates have already been fixed, but they are just going to go through the game.
Tai Yun’s daughter, An Yunxin, is a 16-year-old, knowing the book, and can be able to use her. The focus is on marrying her. The military affairs in the middle can be completely controlled in his hands. Li An Yun Xin is in a position to do things. Any sensible emperor will not refuse to take control of the military.
Lou Jiaru bowed her head, her face was beautiful, her lips were like the petals of the early morning, and the thin and thin eyebrows were slightly squinting. If he is not an emperor... will she still stay with him? Lou Jiaru did not want to know the answer.
He tightened his arms and gently printed a kiss on her forehead.
When the day is not bright, in order not to disturb the warmth of the dream, Lou Jiaruo only left a candlelight, and waited for the waiters to change the suit for him. He was waiting for the step, just listen to her. Voice: "Gay."
Looking back, she saw her in the quilt, and her long black hair was on the couch. The bright and transparent eyes were extinguished under the dim light of the candlelight. The whole person was a little weak.
Lou Jiaru turned and pulled the quilt over her shoulder: "Would you wake up?"
Wen was shaking his head, pulling his cuffs and shaking it gently. The twilight was stained with misty water: "I think you will accompany me in the palace today." Just one day, one day is enough.
It’s rare to see her so attached to herself. Lou Jiaruo almost forgot all those troublesome things. He bent his lips and smiled like a sun breaking through the clouds, leaning over her lips and scorning: "Hey, sleep again." After a while, you will be back soon."
Wen Ruo lowered his head, and his eyes were too sour to bear the weight: "... How long is it?"
Lou Jiaruo sighed softly and held her into her arms. The bottom of her heart was as soft as a corner: "Before dinner, you must come back to accompany you." Maybe he shouldn’t cut her wings and lock her in In this palace, however, he has no way to convince himself to let go.
Lou Jiaruoton paused and whispered, "Change clothes at night, take you out of the palace to go to the night market." Like a real couple, holding her hand, going out shopping, buying trivial but not necessarily She can use the gadgets, she may look forward to this way like him.
Wen Ruo nodded slightly, and the voice was inaudible: "Well."
When the early morning was approaching, Lou Jiaruo patted her back in an appeaseous manner, turned and went out, and went to the palace gate to hear a clear call.
"Gailo-"
He looked back, Wen Ru is a long hair, a white uniform, a pair of feet, red feet, \' naked standing by the door, across the floating golden ginkgo leaves, her eyes seem to envelope in the morning In the mist, the glow of the dew is condensed.
"Don't forget," Wen said with a smile, but there was a clear sadness in his eyes. "I am waiting for you here."
Her thin long skirt was blown up by the morning breeze, the clothes were floating, the wind was weak, and the background of the solemn temple was dazzled.
Lou Jiaruo’s heart suddenly raised a dense tingling. He bent his mouth and softly responded:
Good.

Lou Jiaruo finally left, Wen Ruo leaned against the door, and someone put the cloak on her shoulder, listening to the sound as if it was forsythia: "The goddess, the emperor is far away, the outside is too cold, let's go in. stop."
Wen Ru is straight up, and the ink-colored satin cloak on the shoulders is turned back inside. The red \ \ 'naked white squatting feet are light-speakable floor, cool and heart-felt, her back is very straight, the voice is low: "Lian Alice, you don’t have a brother who is a gold knife guard at the emperor..."
This is a war without smoke. If someone must give in, the person will definitely not be her!
In the flower banquet, the scent of the scent of the scent of the banquet is compared with that of Yan Yan, who is the most beautiful woman. An Yunxin is wearing a long red dress, and has a natural and fresh look, especially the graceful charm of the lips. It really has the wind of everyone.
The talent show between the seats has its own merits. An Yunxin’s sword dance is soft and soft, and the body is stunned.
Lou Jiaruo sat firmly on the high position, and her eyes stayed on her heroic face for a moment. What emerged in her eyes was the lonely figure standing alone in the palace gate in the morning.
His fingertips were slightly moving, and he was waiting to get up, but he saw a red lacquered gold enamel flower tray next to his hand. The plate was decorated with gorgeous jade phoenix phoenix. The Queen Mother warmly said: "The emperor, the winner should be awarded."
Looking around, the eyes of Taihao’s face can’t hide, the shyness of An Yunxin’s Yingyingqiu’s transmission, and the faint gaze of the Queen’s sorrow, and Lou Jiaru’s fingertips over the phoenix that represents the back position. The head is sharp, and the soft, soft tone of the ear can't be lingering.
- Don't forget, I am here waiting for you.
Lou Jiaruo took a deep breath and picked up the golden dragon to slowly get up...
In the Zhaoyi Palace, Wen Ru is sitting on a large dragon couch with her knees on her knees. She is still dressed in the morning, and she is very dark. After a whole day, she is so quietly sitting on the couch waiting for him, not eating, nor speak.
The moonlight came in through the half-open window, and there was no light in the room. Only the foreman stood silently, looking at her eyes with a bit of pity.
The dinner time has passed, and Lou Jiaruo has not returned. Usually, when he was there, he still didn't think that he was sitting alone on this one, only to feel that the bed was terrible.
What is even more tragic is that the more she is at this time, the more she is more difficult to suppress the thoughts of Lou Jiaruo. Wen Ruo coveted the water mist that covered his eyes. Since he had compiled a large net, she was stuck in here, and she should stay with her to be alone. How can she leave her alone? ... what to do, she does not want to hurt alone.
Wen Ru is looking up at a white raft hanging down the beam. It is the knot that Forsythia himself played. It should be very solid. She smiled slightly, and her smile was as bright as ever: "Go out, let me be alone."

"...the goddess." Forsythia frowned, hesitant.
"Don't worry, I have a measure." Wen Ruo interrupted her words softly.
The Forsythia quits the temple silently, and the emperor is already on the way back to the palace. I hope that the elder brother’s message will not encounter any mistakes. Otherwise, I am afraid that all the people up and down the Zhaoyi Palace will be buried for the sake of the empress.
The night is getting darker, and the temperature is slowly falling down. The plain skirt is squatting across the ground, and the floor is cold and chilling, but she has nothing to do.
At this time, the night market outside the palace should have been opened. They should now walk together in the bustling city, holding the miscellaneous items in the palace, and taste the delicious snacks on the way. Two people whispered from time to time in the street alleys, smiling at each other.
They should have been in harmony, but he reneged.
The moonlight reflects the warmth of the floor, and the fiber walks barefoot. The warmth is gently stepping on the sandalwood stool placed under the white scorpion. The white scorpion is soft and silky, and she slowly explores the lower jaw. ring.
There were three long and short nights outside the window, and the sound of the night was clear, and the warmth was shallow and smiled, and he did not hesitate to kick off the stool.
The white skirt slammed her movements slightly and slowly fell.
The pain in the throat spread to the ear, and the temperature was a little suffocating. She calmly slammed her eyes - Lou Jiaruo. If I died, would you regret it?
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