A Lady’s Tranquility

"What is your strong temper when your aunt is? I will pull my hand before, I can't say it, I only use the eyes to watch me, I have been tears ...

"When you swallow the last tone, your eyes are not closed.

"Haohao a big jade Dynasty actually had a six-year-old child to stand up, facing the most cruel sword in this world! After all, I am sorry for your aunt, but also don't have the child!"

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Father's tears in Cheng Qingtang is still in the mind, and there is still a hidden voice that is not sweet.

In the past 20 years, Yan Lin has never seen him.

All emotions that seem to be kept in the chest release it at that moment, and it is necessary to make a blazing magma to burn everything.

The heavy rain is poured, it seems to be dumped with the whole day of the sky, drowning people.

The big capital is just a lonely boat at this moment.

He looked up and looked at the oysters of the roof, and when he passed over the night sky of the lightning, it took the way straight!

After he was in his body, I was in the Qingfeng who went back to the house with him. I slept, I was busy with the umbrella, I was busy: "Shi, what do you do?"

Yan Lin's voice is a bit blurry in the rain: "" Bare, go to the building. "

Qingfeng, reacted, he was going to see Jiang Er Girl.

can……

The rain dropped down and smashed on the umbrella, and it was like the ice beads, and there was a seating that made the umbrella.

Qingfeng couldn't help but advise: "It can be so late, I have already been agreed, and I will have this big rain tonight, Jiang Erguuni is waiting for you, should you go back? You go? I am afraid it is also white, if you have to worry, the family will send someone to see it. "

Yan Lin did not return: "Even if there is only one possibility, I don't want to call her white."

About the rain is too hustle and bustle, after Jiang Xuening closed his eyes, this rain drilled into her dreams, outlined a boom in summer afternoon.

She is in a hurrying of the palace walking on the rock.

The pavilion of the rain is in front.

I have been waiting for them to arrive.

So the half-acre Square Tang and the full pool of rain have become the person's accompanying.

She took rain and walked away from the pavilion.

The ink is generally melted when the scene is suddenly melted.

The re-condensed is actually the mountain village, she is sitting on the only dry table, licking her legs, holding her own double knees, watching the eyes and standing in the corner, heartbeat I don't know why I suddenly accelerated.

Then she heard her hard and hiding a nervous voice: "You, do you want to sit together?"

Zhang covered his head and saw it.

That is a pair of cold eyes, I took her.

At this moment, she wanted to reach out to touch her eyes, and they can be in the taste of the overflowed soil and the grass. I don't know why, I suddenly mixed a drinting gas, from far more, gradually.

Obviously, the smell of the silk is like a sword, and it is broken.

Jiang Xining fell into the dream.

The lotus ponds in the summer resort are gone.

The hunters that fled and escaped to the way.

She is standing on the ground of the cold sleeping hall of the Kunning Palace, and she is going to all the fragrances in the stove.

There is no other palace in the palace.

She felt cold, felt , felt scared.

Sure enough, how long, there is a footsteps.

Just this time.

This time, the footsteps are some messy, some are unstable.

In the body, when you push the temple, when you push the temple, you will blow in a strong wine, and Jiang Xue Ning's hand is trembled. It was originally lost in the metrics. Ground.

A harsh sound.

Yan Lin has faded all of the young women, bringing a bit of chaotic drunkenness, a pair of eyes must be bright in the past, as if returned to the most spring breeze when I returned.

He smiled to her: "Ning Ning, don't be afraid ..."

And she is noticeable to have an unprecedented danger, and take it at the rear.

But the Kunning Palace is not big, let alone this small sleeping hall?

He approached step by step, and finally she seized her.

The alcoholic wine was immediately approaching her, shrouded her nose, as in the prison, it is generally trapped, invaded, and dip ...

In the embarrassment, who's fingers are touched from her cheeks.

The cold touch is like a snake with scales, so that she is so creepy.

When I opened my eyes on the smore, I only saw a backlight, I saw a backlight, sitting in your own bus, and a little is a bit familiar, and some strange. Even if it is wetted by cold rain, the shallow wine hidden in the body is hovering.

This moment, her pupil is turned into.

It is exactly the next consciousness.

The next moment is clearly identified. The outline of the teenager has not had a trace of the wind, and there is no deep depression, although it seems to be a little silent, it is not the descending of the next life.

Yan is a half-day.

The rain outside the window is not small.

After he entered the floor, he saw she wasting in the noble tester, and a small face of the big face was buried in a thin velvet. The more fond of beautiful, in such a special time, more calling more distressed .

It's waiting for a long time?

Yan Lin only came in from outside, and his fingers were too cold, looked at her soft: "It's awkward?"

Jiang Xiangning blinked: "Do you drink?"

Yan Lin, realized that he was indeed full of wine, and this time was brought back when he was talking to his father in the government. He was silent and half, and he was angry: "Let's talk to my father talk about something, drink a few cup."

Zhou Wei has got a thousand households, and it is the eve of the storm. What did he talk to Yong Yi?

Jiang Xianning can guess.

She is looking for Yan to say clearly today, but at this moment, I don't know why, I can't say it.

There are no people in the room.

..

It is quiet for a while.

Yan Lin's heart is constantly turning, let him feel like a reef on the shore, and the waves will be hit by one, but he can't avoid it, it can only stand in place, to bear, endure.

If there is no Tonight, if there is no Zhou, if there is no more talk to his father, or it is in the future, he will not realize that he will not realize that he doesn't realize it.

I still remember that the Chongyang light will be the night.

Ning Ning turned his head and asked him: "Yan Lin, you always pet me, protect me, can you have to think about it. If a certain day, I don't have you, what will I do? ? "

He is the world of Yongyi Houfu, the family is petted, the emperor loves, the civilance is not bad, even more than the smashing of the smashing of the dog with the Kyoto chicken, he has gone through a lot of places with his father. I have seen many suffering, I have no difference between their vision, but also have a strong sense of my father.

What is difficult and hard, never in his eyes.

So he feels that everything you have, it will not change. Just like he has said to Shen Yan, "I am pet, I have to come."

Until today, he knew that there were some things to have, but they did not necessarily.

He pets her.

He protects her.

He can't afford the heart of the heart. He is a special for her, and the Pakistan is not known to all Beijing. Jiang Xuening will be his future wife.

But I forgot, the world is changing, no one knows what will happen tomorrow.

In order to now, I only hate that I have considered it is not enough, and the situation is too hit.

Yan Lin does not dare to think -

She is so delicate, if she is not my own, how do I go to the government? She doesn't have to go to the palace, but he is sent in, how will it face the sinister sinister in the future? Everyone knows her with him Qingmei, the relationship is very shallow, if the change is steep, the marriage is not, how will she still?

For a while, the overall situation is tipped, and the surprises of the mountain rain. I was a remorse for myself. I was more painful enough for him, but also the distressed girl's distressed, Yan Lin only thought that the throat image is like being What is complicated, it is very difficult to make your own voice.

He embed her in his carefully.

The hoarse voice is slight: "Ning Ning ..."

In the moment of boy, Jiang Xian's body is stretched and tight: "Yan Lin -"

His face buried in her neck poet, trying to crush the trembling, pray for the general way: "Don't talk, Ning Ning, don't talk, be kind to me. Don't talk ..."

At this moment, the gestures of the teenager have few weakness.

It is afraid that she said.

Jiang Xining only felt what extra bauble things were pressed on his body, and then the window is a piece of darkness. Only this icon also projected some slight light.

The heart is gradually soft.

Her tightened body slowly relaxed, finally slowly reached out, took it on the shoulders of the teenager, tell him: "Nothing, there will be fine."

Yan Lin is to guess what she wants to say today?

Jiang Xianning is not clear.

She is just in this quiet rainy night, I remembered my selfish and despicable -

In the inner house, she has not used someone who can use people, and the things of the Yong Yipu are even if there is no Zhou Wei, there will be someone else. In this case, I have used Zhou Wei to be better than I don't have to use it. I know the bottom, and I can make a letter to Yong Houfu, let Yan's family have a preparation.

As for how she knows that the Questioning Qi Houfu will do something, it doesn't need to worry.

Zhou Wei is a "smart person" that is deep in the machine. It will guess that she is known from my father or other elsewen, because there is no unspeakable wall in the world; although Yan Lin is not big, some things in the officialdom are also well Even

Smart people don't like to speak.

What's more, this is not a matter of understanding, they will build the most reasonable situation to explain, and this is hidden.

Her voice is soft and slow, inexplicably has a set of power.

Yan Lin listened, closed his eyes tightly.

After a long time, he let her go, some wet in the eyes, smile: "I have been waiting for me? I blame me, I have forgotten that you will know you. I am only looking forward to the layer., it is best that you have already gone, so I've been a little less than my heart. You can come here, see you are still waiting, embarrassing, the heart is actually caught up. Ning Ning, I can laugh at this person. ? "

Jiang Xue wanted him, don't know what to say.

Yan Lin took out the same thing from his arms, and pulled her hand, and he went to her slim wrist. He only said that there was a mother-in-law who was selling flowers under the way. Seeing these flowers, I don't know why, I think it is very similar to you. I think, if you are, I will come late, I have something to pay for you. I received my flower, I can't regenerate me. "

The sound of the teenager is like a spring breeze.

He is in the wrist of Jiang Xining, is actually a string of white jasmine, and a soft and blooming flower is worn by a fine line, only two oil-green leaves doing the point, after the end Like two jasper hanging under her wrist.

The cold rainy night, suddenly dark.

That is an extremely fresh, frangible.

Some people know that Jasmine can open three seasons.

It is only necessary to care well.

The jasmine in the early autumn in the early autumn is more rare, and it is precious with the teenager's mind.

Jiang Xianning suddenly hate himself.

Yan Lin saw her silence, she only took her face, said: "Is it difficult to be angry?"

Jiang Xunning shook his head.

It's too late.

Although Yan Lin is in love with her time, I can't let her go too late, but it is more in the autumn of many years, and I will send her back.

The two brought it down from the floor.

Swallows up with umbrella, helping her on the carriage.

At this time, Jiang Xining was standing under the umbrella and looked up at him. The strong eyelashes were vaguely trembled in the shadow, whispered: "Yan Lin, don't drink wine, good? I am afraid."

do not drink alcohol?

Yan Lin is unclear, I want to say that there are a few people who don't drink? It can be touched by her soft, she has a bit of fragile eyes, and I don't know why my heart seems to have some place to be painful, so I am going to smile, promise her: "Good. "