Chapter 65
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In a farmyard in xucuoli, Shijia village, a woman with white hair and bent body is busy driving the chickens into the nest.
She was less than forty years old. Because of her slave life and hard life, she was just like an old man.
She had many children in her life, but either died young or was sold by her master, most of them didn't stay with her.
Dengzhu, the only son who grew up around him, died in the battle not long ago.
The shock of life had numbed her. One day is just a mixed day. The rest of life should be dark and there is nothing to look forward to.
The woman raised her turbid eyes and looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky.
It's snowing heavily this winter, but now she is wearing thick cotton padded clothes and living in a shelter. The barn is full of grain from the tenant farmers, and there is even a large pot of hen soup on the kitchen platform.
"Ganniang, the children are hungry and waiting for ganniang to cook a good meal."
"Ganniang, we're back. Six monkeys are starving to death. If there's anything delicious, hold on to me first."
"Ganniang."
"Ganniang."
Near the end of the new year, several young men who had no family were living together in Yang Sheng's big house.
They carried the firewood they had just cut into the mountain and caught pheasants and snow rabbits in their hands. Come back noisy.
Not into the yard, he was shouting.
Deng Zhu's mother wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and began to make a fuss.
This bustle, a busy heart of grief gradually diluted some, days slowly seem to be able to live.
In hojing, the capital of Wang, which was occupied by Hourong.
Zhang Fu sat in front of the brazier, looking through his letters page by page by candlelight.
He was very careful. Even if important things were written in ciphertext, he would burn them in a brazier immediately after reading and remembering them.
There is only a very thin and tiny note. He rubs it gently between his fingers. On it is a beautiful and familiar line: everything is done by the public, only the safety of the public and the show is important. Remember! Remember!
Zhang Fu looked at the few numbers several times before putting them into the charcoal pot.
The fire in the charcoal pot lights up and burns up. This is a page of short message carefully delivered from bianzhou.
This small flame brought a warm feeling to him who was alone in danger.
The young boy lay on the desk beside him. He had been overworked for days, and he fell asleep.
Zhang Fu stands up and puts a garment on Xiao Xiu.
He looked up at the snowflakes falling out of the window.
This year's snow, especially heavy.
The snow seems to cover all the ugly things in the world.
When the snow melts in the spring of next year, a new and different world may be revealed.
……
In bianzhou Xishan other courtyard.
Cheng Qianye drinks a little wine, slightly on the top. She is sitting on the edge of the corridor in another courtyard, with the brocade mat brought by Biyun, leaning against the porch pillar, holding a cup of hot strong tea.
Fine snow was falling in the sky.
In the wild courtyard.
A group of men are pushing and drinking deer meat in the snow.
Cheng Feng stood up, took a big jar of wine from Xiao Qiu, and handed her a plate of roast venison in front of her.
From time to time, Yu dunsu touched a cup with Cheng Feng, or talked to Xiao Jin in a low voice.
He Lanzhen had drunk a little too much, and was pulling Mo Qiao Sheng to talk freely. From time to time, he burst out laughing heartily.
Mo Qiao Sheng said very little, but his expression was very relaxed. With an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, he occasionally raised his eyes to look at Cheng Chiba.
"What are you looking at, Qianyu?" Yao Tianxiang comes to Cheng Qianye and sits down next to her.
"It's snowing." Cheng Chiba reaches out his hand from the corridor, and then the snowflakes fall from the sky.
"Next year, I wonder if the world will change after the snow. Can there be a little change? "
"Qianyu, you may not find it. Because of you, this place has changed a lot. " Yao Tianxiang took Cheng Chiba's arm and put her head on her shoulder. "When I first came to bianzhou, I came to the west mountain, but there were still many ruins along the way, and I could hardly see other people. Now all the way up the mountain, how many more houses do you see? Along the way, every household is smoking, and most of the children and old people have clothes to cover their bodies. It's much better than before. This is a good year. I believe that the life of the common people here will only get better and better next year, and more and more people will settle here. "
"Nothing else, just look at Qiao Sheng. When I first met him, he was in the stable. He was a slave who could not lift his head. Now, if you look at him again, he not only raised his head confidently, but even gave out light. "
Cheng Qianye looks at the people in the yard.He Lanzhen didn't know what to say. She was holding Mo Qiaosheng's neck with one hand and rubbing his hair with the other, laughing.
Mo Qiao Sheng's face is slightly red. He raises his eyes and looks at Cheng Chiba.
"No, not just because of me." Cheng Chiba gently opened his mouth, "to have today's little change, each of them, are trying their best."
"For this change, countless people have made efforts, shed blood and even died. At this moment, we all go to the common danger, only to achieve our goal of going deep into the battle alone. "
Cheng Qianye turned to look at Yao Tianxiang's bright face: "even Tianxiang, you could have enjoyed life comfortably. Recently, didn't you open a women's college to provide opportunities for those women who have never had the chance to learn writing and life skills?"
Yao Tianxiang said with a smile: "that's because you bring us hope. Once people have hope, they will not feel bitter and tired when they do anything."
"I've always felt that we women shouldn't be born as men's appendages. But I didn't have a chance to fight before. Now I think I can do a little bit for myself and the women in the world. "
"So, I must thank you very much." Yao Tianxiang is biting his teeth and his eyes are bright.
She held up her white palm and attached it to Cheng Chiba's ear. "I've prepared for you the one I said last time. It's brand new. It's on your carriage. You can try it on your way back. I promise he won't get out of the car crying. "
Cheng Qianye gave her a push and said, "don't make Tianxiang. He and I haven't been there yet. What's more, we can't go that far. If someone is not careful, what do you want me to do? "
Yao Tianxiang pursed: "but he drank so much deer blood wine tonight. If you don't pay attention to him, isn't he very pitiful?"
"Deer blood wine?" Cheng Qianye some don't understand, "it's not the thing of Invigorating Qi and expelling cold?"
Yao Tianxiang looks at Cheng Chiba with a look of mental retardation.
Cheng Chiba reaction, hate to stretch out a finger in her forehead.
"Oh, dear." Yao Tianxiang covered his forehead, "even if you don't round the house, it doesn't prevent you from bullying him."
On the way down the mountain,
Mo Qiaosheng sat in the carriage, feeling a little anxious for no reason.
The Lord sat not far in front of him. On the desk he was holding was a carved jade box.
The Lord seemed to be a little absent-minded, gently clasping the surface of the box with his fingers. From time to time, some unidentified smiles appeared on his face.
Mo Qiao Sheng looks at the face shaking his head and smiling. He feels that there is a fire in his body. What's worse is that the fire is burning more and more, and it's starting a prairie fire.
Cheng Chiba flicks open the lock of the box and wants to take a peek.
All of a sudden, she remembered what Yao Tianxiang said in her ear,
"there are three layers in total, the first layer is used in the front, the second layer..."
With a bang, Cheng Chiba covered the box tightly.
Mo Qiao Sheng seems to be startled by her. He stands up with a red face: "Lord, I'll go down for a while."
Cheng Chiba this just reaction comes over, pulled the complexion crimson Mo Qiao living.
She looked at the man at a loss in front of her and found that some part of his body had already had an undisguised reaction.
"How can you go on like this?"
Mo Qiao Sheng blushed and didn't dare to meet her eyes.
Cheng Chiba touched his nose, and his face was slightly red.
But looking at this person who is more cramped than her, she has to take the initiative.
She took Mo Qiao Sheng's hand and slowly let him sit down beside her.
He gently touched his hot face and asked,
"Qiao Sheng, do you like me?"
Mo Qiao living side face, nodded a head. It took him a lot of effort.
"There are some things I can't tell you yet."
Cheng Chiba sat up straight, broke off mohaosheng's jaw and kissed his lips.
"But if you can't help it, I can make you happy earlier."
She tugged at the struggling hand.
"Don't be afraid. I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just want to make you happy. "
Moqiao let the man push him to the ground.
He watched as the man bent over, his lips parted, and whispered in his ear, "if you don't want to, you can still refuse now."
He didn't know why he was so bold, so he put his hand around the man's neck, gently trembled, and for the first time he took the initiative to kiss the red lips he longed for every night.
Cheng Chiba holds down his hands and imprisons them on the ground. In the night, he shows a heart-catching look, and brings up the corners of his mouth that are smiling but not smiling.
"No, I'm the Lord."
The carriage drove slowly for a long way in the silent snow night.Down the west mountain, through into the bianzhou city.
Stop outside the palace gate.
Biyun looked at the motionless door, some embarrassed, had to quietly ask, "Lord, to the palace gate."
For a long time, Cheng Chiba's dry voice came from the car: "again, walk around."
Biyun's face turned red instantly. She gestured to the bodyguard to follow her and turn around the palace wall.
Xiaoqiu doesn't know why she wants to ask.
Biyun covered her mouth and whispered: "don't ask, go, the Lord didn't make a sound, don't stop."
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In a farmyard in xucuoli, Shijia village, a woman with white hair and bent body is busy driving the chickens into the nest.
She was less than forty years old. Because of her slave life and hard life, she was just like an old man.
She had many children in her life, but either died young or was sold by her master, most of them didn't stay with her.
Dengzhu, the only son who grew up around him, died in the battle not long ago.
The shock of life had numbed her. One day is just a mixed day. The rest of life should be dark and there is nothing to look forward to.
The woman raised her turbid eyes and looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky.
It's snowing heavily this winter, but now she is wearing thick cotton padded clothes and living in a shelter. The barn is full of grain from the tenant farmers, and there is even a large pot of hen soup on the kitchen platform.
"Ganniang, the children are hungry and waiting for ganniang to cook a good meal."
"Ganniang, we're back. Six monkeys are starving to death. If there's anything delicious, hold on to me first."
"Ganniang."
"Ganniang."
Near the end of the new year, several young men who had no family were living together in Yang Sheng's big house.
They carried the firewood they had just cut into the mountain and caught pheasants and snow rabbits in their hands. Come back noisy.
Not into the yard, he was shouting.
Deng Zhu's mother wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and began to make a fuss.
This bustle, a busy heart of grief gradually diluted some, days slowly seem to be able to live.
In hojing, the capital of Wang, which was occupied by Hourong.
Zhang Fu sat in front of the brazier, looking through his letters page by page by candlelight.
He was very careful. Even if important things were written in ciphertext, he would burn them in a brazier immediately after reading and remembering them.
There is only a very thin and tiny note. He rubs it gently between his fingers. On it is a beautiful and familiar line: everything is done by the public, only the safety of the public and the show is important. Remember! Remember!
Zhang Fu looked at the few numbers several times before putting them into the charcoal pot.
The fire in the charcoal pot lights up and burns up. This is a page of short message carefully delivered from bianzhou.
This small flame brought a warm feeling to him who was alone in danger.
The young boy lay on the desk beside him. He had been overworked for days, and he fell asleep.
Zhang Fu stands up and puts a garment on Xiao Xiu.
He looked up at the snowflakes falling out of the window.
This year's snow, especially heavy.
The snow seems to cover all the ugly things in the world.
When the snow melts in the spring of next year, a new and different world may be revealed.
……
In bianzhou Xishan other courtyard.
Cheng Qianye drinks a little wine, slightly on the top. She is sitting on the edge of the corridor in another courtyard, with the brocade mat brought by Biyun, leaning against the porch pillar, holding a cup of hot strong tea.
Fine snow was falling in the sky.
In the wild courtyard.
A group of men are pushing and drinking deer meat in the snow.
Cheng Feng stood up, took a big jar of wine from Xiao Qiu, and handed her a plate of roast venison in front of her.
From time to time, Yu dunsu touched a cup with Cheng Feng, or talked to Xiao Jin in a low voice.
He Lanzhen had drunk a little too much, and was pulling Mo Qiao Sheng to talk freely. From time to time, he burst out laughing heartily.
Mo Qiao Sheng said very little, but his expression was very relaxed. With an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, he occasionally raised his eyes to look at Cheng Chiba.
"What are you looking at, Qianyu?" Yao Tianxiang comes to Cheng Qianye and sits down next to her.
"It's snowing." Cheng Chiba reaches out his hand from the corridor, and then the snowflakes fall from the sky.
"Next year, I wonder if the world will change after the snow. Can there be a little change? "
"Qianyu, you may not find it. Because of you, this place has changed a lot. " Yao Tianxiang took Cheng Chiba's arm and put her head on her shoulder. "When I first came to bianzhou, I came to the west mountain, but there were still many ruins along the way, and I could hardly see other people. Now all the way up the mountain, how many more houses do you see? Along the way, every household is smoking, and most of the children and old people have clothes to cover their bodies. It's much better than before. This is a good year. I believe that the life of the common people here will only get better and better next year, and more and more people will settle here. "
"Nothing else, just look at Qiao Sheng. When I first met him, he was in the stable. He was a slave who could not lift his head. Now, if you look at him again, he not only raised his head confidently, but even gave out light. "
Cheng Qianye looks at the people in the yard.He Lanzhen didn't know what to say. She was holding Mo Qiaosheng's neck with one hand and rubbing his hair with the other, laughing.
Mo Qiao Sheng's face is slightly red. He raises his eyes and looks at Cheng Chiba.
"No, not just because of me." Cheng Chiba gently opened his mouth, "to have today's little change, each of them, are trying their best."
"For this change, countless people have made efforts, shed blood and even died. At this moment, we all go to the common danger, only to achieve our goal of going deep into the battle alone. "
Cheng Qianye turned to look at Yao Tianxiang's bright face: "even Tianxiang, you could have enjoyed life comfortably. Recently, didn't you open a women's college to provide opportunities for those women who have never had the chance to learn writing and life skills?"
Yao Tianxiang said with a smile: "that's because you bring us hope. Once people have hope, they will not feel bitter and tired when they do anything."
"I've always felt that we women shouldn't be born as men's appendages. But I didn't have a chance to fight before. Now I think I can do a little bit for myself and the women in the world. "
"So, I must thank you very much." Yao Tianxiang is biting his teeth and his eyes are bright.
She held up her white palm and attached it to Cheng Chiba's ear. "I've prepared for you the one I said last time. It's brand new. It's on your carriage. You can try it on your way back. I promise he won't get out of the car crying. "
Cheng Qianye gave her a push and said, "don't make Tianxiang. He and I haven't been there yet. What's more, we can't go that far. If someone is not careful, what do you want me to do? "
Yao Tianxiang pursed: "but he drank so much deer blood wine tonight. If you don't pay attention to him, isn't he very pitiful?"
"Deer blood wine?" Cheng Qianye some don't understand, "it's not the thing of Invigorating Qi and expelling cold?"
Yao Tianxiang looks at Cheng Chiba with a look of mental retardation.
Cheng Chiba reaction, hate to stretch out a finger in her forehead.
"Oh, dear." Yao Tianxiang covered his forehead, "even if you don't round the house, it doesn't prevent you from bullying him."
On the way down the mountain,
Mo Qiaosheng sat in the carriage, feeling a little anxious for no reason.
The Lord sat not far in front of him. On the desk he was holding was a carved jade box.
The Lord seemed to be a little absent-minded, gently clasping the surface of the box with his fingers. From time to time, some unidentified smiles appeared on his face.
Mo Qiao Sheng looks at the face shaking his head and smiling. He feels that there is a fire in his body. What's worse is that the fire is burning more and more, and it's starting a prairie fire.
Cheng Chiba flicks open the lock of the box and wants to take a peek.
All of a sudden, she remembered what Yao Tianxiang said in her ear,
"there are three layers in total, the first layer is used in the front, the second layer..."
With a bang, Cheng Chiba covered the box tightly.
Mo Qiao Sheng seems to be startled by her. He stands up with a red face: "Lord, I'll go down for a while."
Cheng Chiba this just reaction comes over, pulled the complexion crimson Mo Qiao living.
She looked at the man at a loss in front of her and found that some part of his body had already had an undisguised reaction.
"How can you go on like this?"
Mo Qiao Sheng blushed and didn't dare to meet her eyes.
Cheng Chiba touched his nose, and his face was slightly red.
But looking at this person who is more cramped than her, she has to take the initiative.
She took Mo Qiao Sheng's hand and slowly let him sit down beside her.
He gently touched his hot face and asked,
"Qiao Sheng, do you like me?"
Mo Qiao living side face, nodded a head. It took him a lot of effort.
"There are some things I can't tell you yet."
Cheng Chiba sat up straight, broke off mohaosheng's jaw and kissed his lips.
"But if you can't help it, I can make you happy earlier."
She tugged at the struggling hand.
"Don't be afraid. I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just want to make you happy. "
Moqiao let the man push him to the ground.
He watched as the man bent over, his lips parted, and whispered in his ear, "if you don't want to, you can still refuse now."
He didn't know why he was so bold, so he put his hand around the man's neck, gently trembled, and for the first time he took the initiative to kiss the red lips he longed for every night.
Cheng Chiba holds down his hands and imprisons them on the ground. In the night, he shows a heart-catching look, and brings up the corners of his mouth that are smiling but not smiling.
"No, I'm the Lord."
The carriage drove slowly for a long way in the silent snow night.Down the west mountain, through into the bianzhou city.
Stop outside the palace gate.
Biyun looked at the motionless door, some embarrassed, had to quietly ask, "Lord, to the palace gate."
For a long time, Cheng Chiba's dry voice came from the car: "again, walk around."
Biyun's face turned red instantly. She gestured to the bodyguard to follow her and turn around the palace wall.
Xiaoqiu doesn't know why she wants to ask.
Biyun covered her mouth and whispered: "don't ask, go, the Lord didn't make a sound, don't stop."
In a farmyard in xucuoli, Shijia village, a woman with white hair and bent body is busy driving the chickens into the nest. She was less than forty years old. Because of her slave life and hard life, she was just like an old man. She had many children in her life, but either died young or was sold by her master, most of them didn't stay with her. Dengzhu, the only son who grew up around him, died in the battle not long ago. The shock of life had numbed her. One day is just a mixed day. The rest of life should be dark and there is nothing to look forward to. The woman raised her turbid eyes and looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky. It's snowing heavily this winter, but now she is wearing thick cotton padded clothes and living in a shelter. The barn is full of grain from the tenant farmers, and there is even a large pot of hen soup on the kitchen platform. "Ganniang, the children are hungry and waiting for ganniang to cook a good meal." "Ganniang, we're back. Six monkeys are starving to death. If there's anything delicious, hold on to me first." "Ganniang." "Ganniang." Near the end of the new year, several young men who had no family were living together in Yang Sheng's big house. They carried the firewood they had just cut into the mountain and caught pheasants and snow rabbits in their hands. Come back noisy. Not into the yard, he was shouting. Deng Zhu's mother wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and began to make a fuss. This bustle, a busy heart of grief gradually diluted some, days slowly seem to be able to live. In hojing, the capital of Wang, which was occupied by Hourong. Zhang Fu sat in front of the brazier, looking through his letters page by page by candlelight. He was very careful. Even if important things were written in ciphertext, he would burn them in a brazier immediately after reading and remembering them. There is only a very thin and tiny note. He rubs it gently between his fingers. On it is a beautiful and familiar line: everything is done by the public, only the safety of the public and the show is important. Remember! Remember! Zhang Fu looked at the few numbers several times before putting them into the charcoal pot. The fire in the charcoal pot lights up and burns up. This is a page of short message carefully delivered from bianzhou. This small flame brought a warm feeling to him who was alone in danger. The young boy lay on the desk beside him. He had been overworked for days, and he fell asleep. Zhang Fu stands up and puts a garment on Xiao Xiu. He looked up at the snowflakes falling out of the window. This year's snow, especially heavy. The snow seems to cover all the ugly things in the world. When the snow melts in the spring of next year, a new and different world may be revealed. In bianzhou Xishan other courtyard. Cheng Qianye drinks a little wine, slightly on the top. She is sitting on the edge of the corridor in another courtyard, with the brocade mat brought by Biyun, leaning against the porch pillar, holding a cup of hot strong tea. Fine snow was falling in the sky. In the wild courtyard. A group of men are pushing and drinking deer meat in the snow. Cheng Feng stood up, took a big jar of wine from Xiao Qiu, and handed her a plate of roast venison in front of her. From time to time, Yu dunsu touched a cup with Cheng Feng, or talked to Xiao Jin in a low voice. He Lanzhen had drunk a little too much, and was pulling Mo Qiao Sheng to talk freely. From time to time, he burst out laughing heartily. Mo Qiao Sheng said very little, but his expression was very relaxed. With an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, he occasionally raised his eyes to look at Cheng Chiba. "What are you looking at, Qianyu?" Yao Tianxiang comes to Cheng Qianye and sits down next to her. "It's snowing." Cheng Chiba reaches out his hand from the corridor, and then the snowflakes fall from the sky. "Next year, I wonder if the world will change after the snow. Can there be a little change? " "Qianyu, you may not find it. Because of you, this place has changed a lot. " Yao Tianxiang took Cheng Chiba's arm and put her head on her shoulder. "When I first came to bianzhou, I came to the west mountain, but there were still many ruins along the way, and I could hardly see other people. Now all the way up the mountain, how many more houses do you see? Along the way, every household is smoking, and most of the children and old people have clothes to cover their bodies. It's much better than before. This is a good year. I believe that the life of the common people here will only get better and better next year, and more and more people will settle here. " "Nothing else, just look at Qiao Sheng. When I first met him, he was in the stable. He was a slave who could not lift his head. Now, if you look at him again, he not only raised his head confidently, but even gave out light. " Cheng Qianye looks at the people in the yard.He Lanzhen didn't know what to say. She was holding Mo Qiaosheng's neck with one hand and rubbing his hair with the other, laughing. Mo Qiao Sheng's face is slightly red. He raises his eyes and looks at Cheng Chiba. "No, not just because of me." Cheng Chiba gently opened his mouth, "to have today's little change, each of them, are trying their best." "For this change, countless people have made efforts, shed blood and even died. At this moment, we all go to the common danger, only to achieve our goal of going deep into the battle alone. " Cheng Qianye turned to look at Yao Tianxiang's bright face: "even Tianxiang, you could have enjoyed life comfortably. Recently, didn't you open a women's college to provide opportunities for those women who have never had the chance to learn writing and life skills?" Yao Tianxiang said with a smile: "that's because you bring us hope. Once people have hope, they will not feel bitter and tired when they do anything." "I've always felt that we women shouldn't be born as men's appendages. But I didn't have a chance to fight before. Now I think I can do a little bit for myself and the women in the world. " "So, I must thank you very much." Yao Tianxiang is biting his teeth and his eyes are bright. She held up her white palm and attached it to Cheng Chiba's ear. "I've prepared for you the one I said last time. It's brand new. It's on your carriage. You can try it on your way back. I promise he won't get out of the car crying. " Cheng Qianye gave her a push and said, "don't make Tianxiang. He and I haven't been there yet. What's more, we can't go that far. If someone is not careful, what do you want me to do? " Yao Tianxiang pursed: "but he drank so much deer blood wine tonight. If you don't pay attention to him, isn't he very pitiful?" "Deer blood wine?" Cheng Qianye some don't understand, "it's not the thing of Invigorating Qi and expelling cold?" Yao Tianxiang looks at Cheng Chiba with a look of mental retardation. Cheng Chiba reaction, hate to stretch out a finger in her forehead. "Oh, dear." Yao Tianxiang covered his forehead, "even if you don't round the house, it doesn't prevent you from bullying him." On the way down the mountain, Mo Qiaosheng sat in the carriage, feeling a little anxious for no reason. The Lord sat not far in front of him. On the desk he was holding was a carved jade box. The Lord seemed to be a little absent-minded, gently clasping the surface of the box with his fingers. From time to time, some unidentified smiles appeared on his face. Mo Qiao Sheng looks at the face shaking his head and smiling. He feels that there is a fire in his body. What's worse is that the fire is burning more and more, and it's starting a prairie fire. Cheng Chiba flicks open the lock of the box and wants to take a peek. All of a sudden, she remembered what Yao Tianxiang said in her ear, "there are three layers in total, the first layer is used in the front, the second layer..." With a bang, Cheng Chiba covered the box tightly. Mo Qiao Sheng seems to be startled by her. He stands up with a red face: "Lord, I'll go down for a while." Cheng Chiba this just reaction comes over, pulled the complexion crimson Mo Qiao living. She looked at the man at a loss in front of her and found that some part of his body had already had an undisguised reaction. "How can you go on like this?" Mo Qiao Sheng blushed and didn't dare to meet her eyes. Cheng Chiba touched his nose, and his face was slightly red. But looking at this person who is more cramped than her, she has to take the initiative. She took Mo Qiao Sheng's hand and slowly let him sit down beside her. He gently touched his hot face and asked, "Qiao Sheng, do you like me?" Mo Qiao living side face, nodded a head. It took him a lot of effort. "There are some things I can't tell you yet." Cheng Chiba sat up straight, broke off mohaosheng's jaw and kissed his lips. "But if you can't help it, I can make you happy earlier." She tugged at the struggling hand. "Don't be afraid. I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just want to make you happy. " Moqiao let the man push him to the ground. He watched as the man bent over, his lips parted, and whispered in his ear, "if you don't want to, you can still refuse now." He didn't know why he was so bold, so he put his hand around the man's neck, gently trembled, and for the first time he took the initiative to kiss the red lips he longed for every night. Cheng Chiba holds down his hands and imprisons them on the ground. In the night, he shows a heart-catching look, and brings up the corners of his mouth that are smiling but not smiling. "No, I'm the Lord." The carriage drove slowly for a long way in the silent snow night.Down the west mountain, through into the bianzhou city. Stop outside the palace gate. Biyun looked at the motionless door, some embarrassed, had to quietly ask, "Lord, to the palace gate." For a long time, Cheng Chiba's dry voice came from the car: "again, walk around." Biyun's face turned red instantly. She gestured to the bodyguard to follow her and turn around the palace wall. Xiaoqiu doesn't know why she wants to ask. Biyun covered her mouth and whispered: "don't ask, go, the Lord didn't make a sound, don't stop."
