[Female general of the Yang family] Husband's rescue plan

"Yeluhaonan." Ren Daoan came in at some time, wearing a gray Taoist robe.The gray and white hair was tied up with a jade crown, but it was a little messy on one side.There are thick dark circles under the same gray eyelashes, making people wonder how many days he has not slept or when the last time he took a rest.With his hands behind his back, he was so calm that there was no wave.There was no reflection in those indifferent eyes, as if there was nothingness in front of him.

Yeluhaonan, who was standing in front of the desk, didn't mind Ren Daoan's almost rude behavior.In terms of seniority, Ren Daoan did ignore his qualifications and rights; but when it comes to strength... Forget it, let's not talk about it.

Yelu Haonan didn't change his expression, and asked with a smile: "Senior came to the door and thought there must be something important to discuss. It's just that Haonan didn't know when he would bother senior until now?"

Ren Daoan's extremely dull eyes still did not fluctuate, he touched his white lips lightly, his voice was low and deep unlike the usual madness: "This old man has indeed troubled me for a long time, and all the people in the world can't solve it except my nephew. "

"Senior was just joking." Yelu Haonan let out a low laugh, "You can't even solve it, what can Haonan do if he's just a flat-headed commoner?"

Ren Daoan didn't bother to chatter with him, rambling about.But it took some effort to get the answer from Yelu Shuzi.Gujing Wubo's eyes touched him, and a forced smile appeared on the corner of his stiff mouth: "The chess piece has been buried for a long time, why is it still stagnant? What if the opportunity is missed—the future Nan Your Majesty, how are you going to make an apology?" The words had come to this point, and there was already a hint of sarcasm in the tone.

The King of the South Campus?They know it.

The two of them smirked tacitly.

Empress Dowager Xiao is using them, so why aren't they using Empress Dowager Xiao to fulfill their ambitions?Mutual benefit and reciprocity, but no one can break through a layer of belly.

As far as Ren Daoan is concerned, how could he not know about Empress Dowager Xiao's indifference towards him recently?How could he not know about reusing Yelu Haonan?It's just that I don't care.Compared with Yelu Haonan's ambition - to restore the country; Ren Daoan's goal is much simpler - Tianmen Formation.

That's right, it's the Tianmen Formation.It's nonsense to say that power is power.How could he, Ren Daoan, take a fancy to such vulgar worldly filth.In his eyes, money, power, and women are nothing more than floating clouds and ants, and all he thinks about is the Tianmen Formation.

This battle has cost him his whole life, the first half of his life and the second half of his life have been devoted to it; Ren Daoan's wish is very simple, to make Tianmen Formation an invincible battle in his lifetime - the number one battle in the world!Even if he was criticized by thousands of people for this, he still insisted on going his own way!Not to mention the disaster that affects the root of the people in the world, the blessing of all living beings!

Hehe, what does this have to do with Ren Daoan?

All Ren Daoan needs is a platform.Empress Dowager Xiao's support and appreciation made him overjoyed, so he had no objection even if he attacked the Song Dynasty.It just so happens that he also needs someone to try out!

The interference from the Yang family in Tianbo Mansion made him excited but worried at the same time.Now there is a quicker, simpler and more powerful way to deal with Yangmen, but Yeluhao South Africa did not take action, but delayed again and again, which made him very annoyed.

"Senior, don't be in a hurry." Yelu Haonan caressed his temples, and said leisurely, "We will act tonight. We won't let the queen mother wait for long."

Ren Daoan snorted coldly: "This is the best." After finishing speaking, he went wherever he came from.That back figure is so arrogant and flamboyant that he doesn't take anyone seriously.

Yeluhaonan stared at his shadow, then let out a grin.

This arrogant attitude is really irritating... It reminded him of something bad... Fading away the murderous intent in his eyes, Yeluhaonan picked up a black and blue book from a wooden box on the desk. bamboo flute.He stroked the strange lines of the bamboo flute with extremely slow and delicate movements between his pale fingers, as if treating his lover with love, heart, and affection...

Time flies by, the gorgeous sun slowly sinks to the west, and the round jade plate rises to the east... The quiet night is coming, bringing countless stars and jade rabbits to decorate the world together... In a dense forest shrouded in black, there is a place where fire is dancing.

The jumping sparks kept splashing, and the handsome man at the side picked up the branches from time to time, making the bonfire bigger, the temperature more scorching, and the flames more gorgeous.In the mountains, the temperature at night in summer is still quite low. Yang Zongbao couldn't help worrying when he saw the delicate girl who was only two steps away from him leaning against the tree with her knees in her arms: "Is it still cold?" Then, he reached out and took off the silver cloak, walked under the tree and covered Wen Qing's body.

The cloak was so big that Yang Zongbao wrapped half of it around her neck.The cloak was very long and dragged on the ground, covering Wen Qing's surroundings.

Yang Zongbao wrapped her tightly, like a cocoon.Then, before the slow-witted her could react, the well-articulated Zhang passed from behind her waist to the front.He exerted a little force, and Wen Qing fell into his arms.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Yang Zongbao to make such an intimate gesture.After struggling twice, he found that his cocoon-like body couldn't break free, and Yang Zongbao ate more tofu instead.She suppressed the shyness and embarrassment in her heart, simply ignored him, naturally found a more comfortable seat in his arms and began to close her eyes and rest.

The broad palms hugged her waist tightly, and the skin on the right side of her waist became hot.She could clearly feel that the skin under her five fingers could not block the heat from Yang Zongbao's hands even through clothes.

It was scorching hot, as if it was about to burn and scald her...

Wen Qing tried her best to let herself ignore him, trying to increase the thickness of her face to avoid redness.Fortunately, her cheek was buried in his chest, no matter how fiery he was, she couldn't see...

Yang Zongbao didn't hear Qing's extravagant thoughts.He pressed his chin against her hair, smelling the fragrance from her.One hand clasped her slender waist, stroking back and forth on her waist; the other hand stroked her hair gently, extremely gentle... His rosy lips gently rubbed and kissed the top of her hair , closed his eyes and sighed lightly.

Feeling Wen Qing's discomfort, he opened the distance between them.The face is easily lowered, close to her ear, whispering like a lover: "Qing'er..."

Wen Qing moved a few times uncomfortably, and was stunned for a moment when he heard the hoarse tone of Yang Zongbao's words.

"Qing'er..." Yang Zongbao called her name in a low voice, "You know, in Mu Kezhai... I heard that your father wants to betroth you to me, how happy I am..."

Wen Qing's cheeks were flushed, and he buried his head even lower.

Yang Zongbao didn't wait for her response, he spoke on his own, intending to tell his feelings to the end.

"But I want... I want to marry you in a grand manner with three books and six hires, and eight big sedan chairs, instead of marrying me wronged as a gift of thanks as your father said. You know, you were silent that day. Speaking, how anxious and anxious I am...I'm afraid you will fall into Yeluhaonan's trick and agree to him.

Qing'er, I've always wanted to ask, but I didn't dare to ask; I've been waiting for you to say it, but you never responded to me... I don't even... don't even know about this marriage... Are you willing? He struggled to finish this sentence, afraid of hearing that the woman he liked had the same intentions as he did, afraid that the words "I don't want to" would suddenly come out of her mouth.

Wen Qing bit her red lips and continued to listen to Yang Zongbao's confession.

"I remember our first meeting, your help in Mu Kezhai, your trust when you were framed for stealing the Dragon Tree, your helplessness and..." He suddenly pressed close to her ear, and his lips moved Will touch her earlobe, "Your... help..."

He remembers the heartbeat and the pain of choice, the joy and worry of fighting against the enemy.Yang Zongbao felt that no one in this life could enter his heart like Wen Qing, so deep, so touching, so unforgettable...

Wen Qing trembled, and Yang Zongbao hugged him tightly, holding her tightly in his arms, preventing her from even the slightest possibility of breaking free.This is the first time Wen Qing saw Yang Zongbao's strength.Undeniable, unavoidable.He lightly touched her smooth forehead, caressed her willow eyebrows, slender eyelashes, and rosy cheeks, and finally landed on her delicate red lips... along the lines of the lips, his fingertips rested on them and drew Be extra careful...

Gradually, Yang Zongbao's breathing became short of breath.He forcefully suppressed the "anger" spreading in his heart, kissed her temples lightly, picked up a strand of her black hair, and wrapped it around his fingers, circle and circle... as if they could never be separated again.

"But...I'm very angry, Qing'er...I'm really angry. Why didn't you tell me about the unusual things that happened to you recently? Why? I've been waiting for you, for the day you believe in me. Do you know How worried, helpless, and scared am I?"

He held her wrist tightly, which was very thin, slippery and fragile, as if it could be broken with a single force.Yang Zongbao took her hand and interlocked her fingers, and under the light of the campfire, the white catkins glowed with luster.

"On Muke Mountain, you were attacked by the Liao people. During the confrontation, your right hand suddenly couldn't hold the weapon—you understand the danger of losing your weapon on the battlefield. You can understand my fear back then..."

Yang Zongbao spoke word by word, sentence by sentence, his hoarse and magnetic voice whispered his feelings, his love, his fears... the little things they brought together along the way.Rao even an irrelevant person would be moved by him, let alone Wen Qing who is equally affectionate towards him.She thought he knew it, but she didn't expect that not saying a word to express her heart would make him so uneasy.

She had never seen Yang Zongbao like this.

If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness.The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer... The taste of lovesickness is really uncomfortable, but why has everyone loved lovesickness for thousands of years?

The word love has existed since ancient times, and there is truth in existence.

The evil!I want to know you, and live forever...

Qingqing Zijin, take a long time in my heart, I don’t see you for a day, it’s like March...

There are so many verses describing love, and it has been the main theme of human beings since ancient times.

At this moment, Wen Qing's heart was sweet, she thought, this moment was one of the happiest moments in her life.

The two hugged each other and talked a lot intermittently before falling asleep.Leaning against a big tree, using the sky as a quilt and the ground as a bed, and being with the person you like, under such circumstances, even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, it is still warm!

The stars flicker and brighten, and then light and dark.The two who had already fallen asleep didn't know it, but, on the top of the high mountain that went straight into the sky, Patriarch Xiyi pinched his fingers and counted over and over again... After counting and counting, there was a deep gap between his brows. Wrinkles are still there and haven't gone away.

In the end, there was nothing he could do, so he had to give up, and went into the house to rest.

Mu Guiying had already fallen asleep in another room, changing her life had consumed a lot of her energy, coupled with all kinds of mental and physical exhaustion in the past few days, her body was already overwhelmed.She was breathing steadily and sleeping soundly.Patriarch Xiyi saw that she was normal, so he went back to the house.

Wen Qing's sleep was extremely restless but also extremely peaceful.

In a trance, she seemed to hear a cold and undulating mechanical voice: "Player: Wen Qing (Mu Wenqing) 'Husband Salvation Plan' has started."

After that, she fell into a deep sleep.This voice didn't seem to exist, Wen Qing only felt that she was dreaming.As for what she did, she had no idea.

On the other side of the forest, Yelu Haonan was playing a bamboo flute with a strange black and blue color, and the cold wind was blowing, making people feel bone-chilling.The sound of the bamboo flute was so unpleasant that all the birds in the surrounding trees moved and flew around, looking for another sky.

Leaning on Yang Zongbao's shoulder, Wen Qing, who was soundly asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, which glowed with a green light.Then close it again.The sound of the flute lasted for a while, and Yeluhaonan stared into the distance through the woods, showing a strange smile...

The author has something to say:... After all, the inevitable character collapse... After all, it is inevitable to change the plot randomly... No, there is no plot.

This article has gone to the blood of the dog and can't turn back... The author has died facing the wall here...

After all, I have embarked on this path - no longer bothering with chapter names...

Finally, if you forget the system, please review Chapter 1~