after marrying the prince

Xi Zi'an got off the bed and stood aside, pointing with his slender fingertips at a large courtyard beside the street, with two lanterns hung in front of the courtyard gate, and said: "This is my home, there is a tailor's shop on the left when you go out the door. , on the right is a steamed stuffed bun shop, along the main street to the shore of Xunyang, there is a tofu stand, the owner of the shop is Li Daxiang, we all call him Grandpa Li, his tofu nao is fragrant and soft, sprinkled with a little sugar, soft and tender mouth……"

As he spoke, Dou Da's tears fell down like pearls and hit the fan, smearing a piece of damp.

Song Ri looked up and saw a tear-stained face, eyes overflowing like a lake overflowing with water.

All the words are pale, two people sit and stand, the world is silent, only the sound of tears dripping.

Song Ri thought of the smoldering flames, the spears were hit by cold arrows, and the killing sound shook the sky. This man stood in front of everyone, facing him, and said fearlessly: "If you want to break the city, pass me."

With a wave of his hand, the people behind him were like hungry wolves.

The old, weak, women and children who were being guarded scattered away, and he was still standing proudly in the middle of the road, killing him with a long knife.

again and again.

He was beaten all over his body and even killed him.

The resentful, stubborn and unyielding eyes are too attractive.

He is obviously just a weak scholar, dressed in white and green, who doesn't know martial arts, whose hands tremble even when he kills, yet he wants to block his attack.

Song Ri hugged him in his arms.

The person in his arms struggled desperately.

"Don't move, I'll hug you and not invade you, okay? Let me hug you."

"Go away!"

Xi Zi'an cried.

Song Ri buried his head in Xi Zi'an's arms, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Xi Zian screamed, struggled violently, and shouted to die.

That night, Song Ri didn't do anything, he hugged Xi Zi'an tightly while wearing his clothes, the whole night until dawn.

At dawn, there was a gold-plated hairpin inserted into Song Ri's heart. The head of the hairpin was a golden phoenix spreading its wings, shining brightly, very gorgeous.

He was lying on his side in a hugging position, his blood was stained red, and the blood beads fell down on the floor, like a teary face.

A shadow fell from the eyelashes, and the beautiful eyes converged.

There was no sign of struggle when stabbed.

Lying there motionless.

When Hua Que came, he had died.

"How can you be so stupid?"

The person in black on the eaves stepped on the tiles lightly, came to a gorgeous room with the brightest lights, lifted the tiles, and looked down.

The interior of Huatang is golden and splendid, and the decoration is unusually gorgeous. The jewel Ye Mingzhu hangs on the wall with bright light, and a huge embossed tide embroidered phoenix Yu Feitu is in the center.

On the ivory white jade table is a plate of soft and beautiful pastries.

A strong sweet and greasy fragrance exudes.

A jug of wine, two quilts.

A person sits on a rattan chair with carved vermilion armrests.

Beautiful and romantic, with unsurpassed appearance.

A red dress is like autumn frost, maple leaves and red, and it sets off white skin like jade, and hair like ink.

In his hand, he was playing with a hollowed-out longevity lock, under which were adorned a few delicate little night pearls, which glowed warmly and faintly like fireflies, reflecting the four Miao characters on the lock: longevity and longevity.

He rubbed his fingertips back and forth, shaking it lightly, making a crisp sound.

It turned out that there was a bell in the lock.

Lan Xunyu looked at it for a while, and was about to leave when she found a familiar sword on the table.

The sword is thick, three inches wide, and black all over.

Master's black iron sword?

Without even thinking about it, Lan Xunyu jumped down from the eaves, broke in, drew his sword and said to Hua Que: "Monster, return my master!"