On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

There is little warmth in Xuanbei.

In the emperor's house, if he hadn't climbed to the top, his emotions and desires would be nothing but desperate things.

But for Xuanbei, the world is ruthless.

Non-Wang Zechen.

Xuanbei is just born proud and unwilling to be inferior to others.

And once caught in such disputes, you will be defeated if you are not a king.

Fortunately and unfortunately, he has endured for many years, has accumulated a lot of money, and has a hundred thousand soldiers in his hands. He is accompanied by the young prime minister Yu Qing'an on the left, and the mighty general Du Mingqing on the right, and finally achieves great things.

Three years after he ascended the throne, Ge Min and Long Duo Lun had been removed.

Back then, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince of the Worthy King, now the third-rank prince Gushara is still eyeing him covetously.

There are many open confrontations, and there are countless secret actions.

The internal affairs are unclear, and there are powerful enemies outside.

Such a chaotic situation has turned into an interesting event in Xuanbei, otherwise the memorials every morning and night would be boring.

He was originally a man on horseback, shouldn't he live in the city wall for a long time.

Unexpectedly, there is a Yu Zijin hidden in the prime minister's mansion in Shangjing, who is unparalleled in the world and full of wit and wit.

Thinking of this, the person in his arms shrank again, clinging to him tightly, as if trying to hold on to the driftwood, lest he would be submerged in the water.

Xuanbei was not without surprise: it turns out that this is how it feels to raise a little thing by hand.

Willing to pamper him, listen to his soft and waxy voice, and trace his shallow and faint two slender eyebrows; if he is not willing to let him cry, it is better to lose his temper and show his temper, and grinning is better than sickness and crookedness.

How could this be so?

Xuanbei thought: I'm afraid this little thing is born to restrain people, how can it always be loved and hated by people?

He wants to pamper him to heaven, but also always wants to punish him.

Xuanbei lowered his head, gently stroked a protruding spine of Yu Zijin with one hand, and asked without words: "Is it cold?"

Yu Zijin nodded, still hiding her head in front of Xuanbei's chest.

He refused to speak, and did not raise his eyes to look at him, as if he still hated Xuanbei, retaliating with an eye.

Xuanbei pulled a heavy quilt to cover Yu Zijin's body loosely, and noticed a piece of crumpled and emerald white paper in it with his sharp eyes.

Take a look, it is his handwriting, strong and brutal, piercing through the back of the paper.

Yu Zijin turned her head to see her, puffed up her face slightly, and looked sad, as if she had been wronged by the heavens, just like Dou E.

"Have you copied it a hundred times?" Xuanbei asked.

Yu Zijin hummed softly, "I have a headache."

How can there be a hundred times?

It is the limit for Pohou to be able to copy ten times safely, otherwise there is no need to blow a cool breeze all night to deny it.

"You can pick your own time to get a headache."

Xuanbei also snorted coldly, took his body temperature again, and glanced at the distorted words on the paper on the ground like insects, "Is that what you copied?"

Yu Zijin muttered back, "Don't tell me to punish me, I don't know how to do that. I don't like it."

Xuanbei realized that this little thing was very proficient, and his tone became more domineering and domineering because of his fever and minor illness.

"What do you like to do?" Xuanbei's voice cooled down, "You just like to watch tigers, and you sneak out of the window alone."

"If you don't take me there, I will go by myself." Yu Zijin was not convinced.

"Is it up to you or me here? Huh?"

Yu Zijin was silent for a while, then said in a low voice: "You are the master, you still don't let me eat."

The sweet and soft voice is lingering and sentimental, as if flattering and inviting pets, but it is natural and unpretentious.

"If you are not allowed to look at the tiger, you can look through the window; if I don't let you eat it, you won't eat it?" Xuanbei didn't take Yu Zijin's words seriously, but just said it along the way.

But at least it softened.

Xuanbei thought: It is a good thing to have minions, and it doesn't hurt to be stubborn and mischievous. He said that Yu Zijin was raised in the palace to relieve boredom.But if this minion is facing him, then there is no need to treat him so carefully.

How many people in this world are merciful and don't want to repay?

Xuanbei doesn't know.

He just knows he is not.

He doesn't want Yu Zijin to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, nor does he want to be loyal;

It's just a obedient dependence on him alone.

"Next time, don't come back."

Xuanbei's words of hiding the blade did not seem to be fake.

"Why don't you say you're lonely?" Yu Zijin tilted her head to look at him.The young Lang Guiling realized that although Xuanbei reprimanded him with a straight face, he was actually not angry.So Mei Huanyan smiled, "Can I eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Xuanbei was noncommittal, and ordered people to prepare porridge.

Yu Zijin looked up and stared at Xuanbei without blinking, feeling confused: What's going on here?

Last night when he looked up, he saw that he was alone, as if an evil spirit had possessed him, and he was so fierce that he didn't recognize anyone.

Looking up again today, why do you have good eyebrows and eyes again?

Yu Zijin curled up in Xuanbei's arms, the heat couldn't be blocked even by clothes, quietly slipped from Xuanbei's hand into his palm and flowed into his limbs.

He vaguely felt that Xuan Bei wanted to catch him.

Bell man is a man-made disaster, a spirit, a bird flying freely in the sky.

Nine times out of ten, they live in no fixed place, do not care about family compatriots, have no ties, and never marry within the clan.

Shocking beauty is a gift from God, and selfishness is his nature.

Lingren is not a mortal, let alone a mortal.

There are few bell people in the world who are dedicated to matters, but there are not a few scrambles and fights.

And Xuanbei seemed to want to restrain him, like tying a canary to a thin iron chain.

This is wrongdoing.

There is no need for others to know, let alone teach, Yu Zijin knows it from birth: this is a willful and reckless act.

At the age of 14, he knew two bell people.

Kou Dan, a brothel dancer who shocked the world, is famous far and wide, attracting countless heroes to bend their knees, and she is as beautiful as a fairy with every frown and frown.16 years ago, Shili red makeup married into the Zhuangyuan Mansion, and the red candle wick flickered every night.

This is a good home, but why is the bell person.

In less than three years, the deep affection disappeared, and the eyebrows and eyes dimmed.

His wife, Kou Dan, is disheartened and no longer dances, losing her former glory.No matter how panicked the champion man is, he is like a withered flower.

The second is the maidservant of Koudan, whose face was destroyed by the fire when she was young, and she was gloomy and seldom spoke.Like a moth to a fire, he devotes himself to love, and does not hesitate to sacrifice himself to the number one scholar by the following three indiscriminate means. Later, he was convicted of intentionally causing Kou Dan to conceive, and he was thrown into the abandoned courtyard with his son, and no one cares about him.

Yu Zijin has a good memory.

He remembered that Kou Dan was leaning on the casement, with her broken hair winding down, unable to conceal the various amorous feelings in her bones.His eyes were dull and dull, and with one bare hand under his face, he asked slowly: But is it spring?

At that time, Yu Zijin looked at the elegant spring breeze rolling the petals, flying all over the sky, tenderly loving all things.

Kodan turned a blind eye.

She set her eyes on the desolate winter.

Also keep in mind Qiqige's drunkenness, dreams and death, his eyes are blurred.

She laughed, she sobbed, she cursed, she whipped, she never looked at him.

It was another unattainable man who lived in her eyes, covering her life in spring, summer, autumn and winter.She lay on the cold and hard wooden couch day and night, if she was not dreaming, she was chewing on the old dreams and dreaming new ones.

Become also love.Defeat is also love.

Yu Zijin is not Kou Dan, nor is it Qiqi.It cannot be.

He has to go all the time.

If Xuanbei hadn't stretched out his arms to embrace him again, he would have left.Whether it is alive or dead, he wants to leave with all his heart, and no one can force him to keep him.

But Xuanbei is so warm.

Yu Zijin thought: It's freezing and snowy outside, I can't find such warmth anymore.

So he decided to stay for the time being.

He got up at night and stared at the bronze mirror with bright moonlight.

No.

There is no Xuanbei.

The young man is ignorant of love, so he has no worries.

Yu Zijin tiptoed onto the bed, got into the quilt, skillfully rubbed into Xuanbei's arms, and closed her eyelids with peace of mind.fell asleep soundly.

The author has something to say:

Yu Zijin I love it so much

The king also likes it very much.

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The messy name also inexplicably likes 23333

This is the first time I challenge an ancient prose, I always want to write poetic and picturesque

However, I also think that the disadvantage may be that it is not very verbal.

Also, the skills are not enough... Chinese is really broad and profound

The reason why I want to try ancient Chinese is because I think oh my mother, why is every word and every sentence so delicate and artistic?

This pig girl is very yearning