Way of Choices

Thousands of miles are cloudless, but the sun is not so blazing, even though it is on both sides of the warm Red River, it is finally the winter season. The slightly cold wind flew over the stone platform, without bringing up the smoke in the cracks of the bluestone, but only making the white flowers piled up on the ground tremble slightly, which seemed even more miserable.

Falling standing outside the pear blossoms all over the ground, the figure was a bit lonely.

On her still naive, more beautiful little face, did not see too obvious emotions, but thinking of the previous resolutions in the stone palace, listening to the melody of whale that became smooth again at the stage, thinking about coming soon When the national book of the world was promulgated, many patriarchs and generals couldn't bear to look at her, lowering their heads or turning to look away.

Luoluo didn't seem to notice this. He walked forward, and the little leather boots stepped on the soft white flowers without making any sound.

There was still some distance away from the pear tree, and she stopped, because an extremely majestic figure with a big mountain stopped in front of him.

She looked up and found that it was the elders who loved her most from childhood.

The Patriarch Patriarch looked at her silently and did not speak, but there were many complex emotions in his eyes, just like the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, which was difficult to understand.

In his calm eyes, he was gentle, spoiled, apologetic, and pleading.

Luoluo understood what he meant and said in a soft voice, "I didn't expect it."

The apology in the eyes of the Xiangzu patriarch became more intense and said, "This is what your majesty meant."

Luoluo looked at him with a small face on his back, and said calmly, "So what?"

The observation deck was quiet, especially after she appeared.

Although her voice was very light, it clearly reached the ears of all the demon celebrities.

The Patriarch Patriarch stunned, the Deer Patriarch stunned, the Patriarch Patriarch froze, the big figures on the viewing platform froze.

Because they did not expect that Her Royal Highness Princess, who was always known for being cute but sensible and obedient, would actually say such things.

so what? These simple four words seem to be just questioning or asking. Who can't hear the coldness and toughness hidden in it?

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Luoluo walked to the pear tree.

She looked at the young demon under the tree and found that the other party was indeed very handsome, and the breath she showed didn't much disgust her.

Her eyes fell on his hair, confirming that there were no magic angles, subtle and interesting, and then gave birth to some consternation.

As the most noble demon princess, no matter whether she is in Kyoto or Baidi City, she is always under the strictest protection, so she has no chance to participate in the dynasty test, and there is no way to enter the Tianshuling Observation Monument with others. You will be allowed to enter Zhou Garden for trial.

So she had no chance to see the real demon.

It was just that she had met once in that unforgettable night at the National College of Education.

The devil with the horns fell into Zhou Tong's hands, should he already be dead?

At that time, he didn't even succeed in washing the marrow. Wouldn't he be afraid when he stood in front of him?

A white flower fell from the branches, rubbed the temples, and made her recover.

She asked curiously: "Are you a devil?"

Her eyes are very clear, like a stream, you can see all the real emotions.

Obviously, she didn't have any anger towards the young devil, but she was really curious.

"Yes."

The devil looked at her quietly and suddenly said, "You can call my name, Nero."

There is no difference between this sentence and the slight pause in the middle.

But if the black robe and the magic handsome are present, they will be very surprised.

If those princes and ministers in the old city of snow are present, they may even be scared and passed out.

Although his indifferent tone concealed true arrogance, he told her her real name and allowed her to use it.

Luoluo didn't know the rules of these demons' royal family, nor did he care about them.

She looked at him and asked, "Do you want to marry me?"

The devil raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Not bad."

Luoluo asked: "Why?"

The purpose of the marriage is naturally to prove the alliance.

This is a very clear answer. The devil believes she knows it too, but cannot answer that.

This is the dignity of the king, the restraint that the royal family should have, and the respect to the other party.

So the answer he gave was admiration.

He said he had long admired her.

Luoluo certainly knew that this could not be the truth, just like she knew why he wanted to marry himself.

But she continued to ask: "Did you know me before?"

Many big figures, including the patriarch, thought they knew why she insisted on asking questions.

She wanted to prove that the devil was lying.

She wanted to prove that the devil did not know herself before, so naturally there was nothing to admire for a long time.

Even if it proves this, what's the point?

In their view, His Royal Highness at this time was like a little child biting the nib and thinking hard about how to solve a pattern problem.

Even if she is allowed to solve this question, who cares, right or wrong?

"Of course, it is because I know it that I appreciate it. I believe that one day in the future, you will have the same opinion."

The demon looked at her calmly and looked very confident.

Suddenly, Luoluo stepped back a few steps, came out of the white flower, and looked under the tree again.

She tilted her head, frowned slightly, and seemed distressed somehow, very cute.

A glance is a picture.

Outside the column is the blue sky, high and quiet.

A pear tree covered with fine white flowers.

He stood under the tree.

The wind rose and the flowers fell like rain.

Fell on his shoulder.

Landed on his clothes.

This picture is really beautiful.

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The devil did not speak, letting her look at herself.

Because he is standing in the painting at this time.

There was a seemingly absurd smile on his face, and there was a trace of tiredness and boredom deep in his eyes.

At the beginning, Luoluo did not show fear to him like those noble girls in the old town of Snow, nor did he look deliberately arrogant and indifferent like his sisters, but with bright eyes like ordinary girls Expressing curiosity, this did give him some interest.

But over time, this interest has faded a lot.

Especially seeing the expression at this time.

This painting was originally shown to her by him.

He slightly mocked that the woman is the woman, after all, I still like these nothing, ridiculous things.

Thinking like this, he suddenly heard a word.

"Have you seen my picture?"

The speaker is down.

The demon smiled and looked at her calmly and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"I drew a picture three days ago."

Luoluo looked at him and said, "I didn't expect to see the real scene today."

The devil raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Really? That's really a coincidence."

"Of course it is not a coincidence. It should be that my mother knew that I liked the painting very much, so I showed it to you. The night of late winter is full of spring breeze, full of pear blossoms, you are under the tree... these details are done very well, the pear flowers are beautiful, You are also very good-looking, and the technique of touching emotions is also natural, but your mother and you have made a mistake."

"What's wrong?"

"Even if everything is designed to be perfect, you can't be the person in my painting."

"why?"

"Because the painting was not imagined by me, but it was already there."

Luoluo looked at him with sympathetic eyes, just like looking at a little child who was biting the nib and thinking about how to solve a pattern problem.

You think you have found the correct way to solve the problem, but you don't know the meaning of this question at all.

The devil vaguely guessed the answer and asked, "Who was this man in the painting originally?"

Luoluo opened his eyes wide and said seriously: "Of course it is my husband."

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