Dandere General and his Lord

In the Squel village, Xu Wei, a farmer's courtyard, a woman whitening, the body of the body, is busy rushing into the chicken nest in the yard.

She won't arrive at the age of forty, because of the elderly slave career, the difficult life is like the old man with the flower.

She has a lot of children in their lives, but they die, or sold by the owner, most of them have not been able to stay with themselves.

The only son who grew up around him, and he was killed soon.

The crack of life has made her close to numbness. Live a day, it is a day, and the rest should be dark, no more than a place worth looking forward to.

Woman lifts some turbid eyes, looking at snowflakes falling in the sky.

Today, the snow is very big, but at this moment, she is wearing a thick cotton coat, living in the big house in the wind, and the barn is full of food, and the kitchen is even stewed. Old hen soup with a big pot.

"Dry mother, the babies are hungry, and there is a good meal for the buddy."

"Dried Niang, we are back, the six monkeys are starved to death, and I have a good time to eat."

"Dry Niang."

"Dry Niang."

Near the year, the military camp is in Mu, and several young people who have no family room live in Yangsheng's house.

They carry the firewood that just went to the mountain, and they raised the mountain chicken and snow rabbit. Noisy back.

I haven't entered the yard, I am shouting.

The column widen the tears of the eyes and busy Zhang Luo.

This is a busy, a busy, the grief in my heart is gradually rushed, and the days slowly seem to have to go.

Wang Yizheng, which is occupied by dogs.

When Zhang Yu sat in front of the brazier, he brought the letter from the candlelight and a page of the page.

He is very cautious, even if the important thing is written in secret text, after he read the tip, it is still placed in the brazier.

Only one volume is very delicate and very small, he clips gently gently, and the fonts that are handsome and familiar with: Everything is self-study, only to the public and the show is asking, remember! Remember!

Zhang Yu took this , repeatedly saw it, and he raised his hand into the carbon basin.

The flames in the carbon basin lit up, and burned this to a text message that passed from Zhangzhou.

This little flame is in danger of himself, brought a warmth.

At that age, the young boy squatted on the desk, and he didn't care carefully to enter his dreams.

Zhang Yu stood up and gave Xiao Xiu on a clothing.

He looked up and looked at the snowflakes outside the window.

This year's snow is extraordinary.

The white snow seems to cover all the ugly things in the world.

It may be a newly different world to stay in the coming year.

......

In the Xishan Estate in Zhangzhou.

Cheng Qiari drank some wine, slightly, she was on the edge of the gallery of the house, sitting with the brocade to her, leaned against the column, holding a hot broth.

The snow is floating in the sky.

Wild fluffy garden.

A group of men surrounded by bonfires in the snow, roast venison, push the cup to change, and drinking.

Chengfeng stood up and took a large jar of the small autumn, and handed her with a roast venison in front of him.

When Yu Dunfeng, he touched a cup immediately from time to time, or he or whispered with Xiao Wei.

He Lanzhen has some drink, it is pulling the ink bridge and talking about the sound from time to time.

The words of the ink bridge are very small, but his expression is very relaxed, and the corner of the mouth is not easy to detect, and occasionally lifts the eye to the leaf look.

"What are you watching, Qian Yu?" Yao Tianxiang came to Cheng Qianye and sat down.

"Snow." Cheng Qian leaf reached out from the gallery, and then the snowflakes falling down in the sky.

"I am thinking next year, after snowing, this world will not be different. Can you change?"

"Qian Yu, you may not find it. Because you have changed a lot here." Yao Tianxiang took Cheng Qianfeng's arm, put his head on her shoulder. "When I first arrived, I came here. Xishan, along the way, is still full of sore, almost seeing people. Now there is a lot of houses in the mountains, how many houses are seen? Have a smoke along the way, and the child has a lot of clothes. It is much better than before. This year It is a good year. I believe that the life of civilians next year will only get better and better, and the people who settle here will be more and more. "

"Don't say anything else, just see the bridge, when I first see him, I am in the stable, he is a slave who can't lift it. Today, you look at him again, he is not only confident, he also raised his head And even emitted. "

Cheng Qian leaf looks at the people in the yard.

He Lanqi didn't know what to say, one hand of the neck of the Mo Bridge, one hand, his hair, is laughing in haha.

The ink bridge has a fresh color, lifting the eyes forward, and the lobes.

"No, not just because of me." Cheng Qianye gently opened, "can have this point change today, everyone is doing their best to hard."

"For this change, there have been countless people to work hard, flow blood, even gave life. At this moment, there are people to go to the insurance, in-depth enemy, only to achieve this goal that everyone is looking forward to."

Cheng Qian leaf turned to look at Yao Tianxiang, Mingyan's face: "Even Tianxiang you, I can enjoy the life of An'an Yiyi, and recently opened a female school, providing a learning text for women who have never been a chance to learn. Do you have a chance to life skills? "

Yao Tianxiang said: "That's because you have brought us hope, once you have hope, you will not feel bitter, I feel tired."

"I have never feel that our woman should not be born to be a man's attachment. But I didn't struggle to fight against the chance. Today I think I can be myself, for the world, as a little." "

"So, I must thank you very well." Yao Tianxiang bite his teeth and shines on crystal.

She lifted Ying Bai Ruyu's palm, attached to Cheng Qianfei's ear, "I have prepared it for you, I am new, put it on your carriage. You can try it on the road. I don't know if he is crying. "

Cheng Qianhui pushed her, crying: "Don't make a lot of fragrance, I haven't gone to that. Let's not, we can't go to that step, if you are not careful, you call me what to do."

Yao Tianxiang took a moment: "But he drank so many deer blood wine tonight, you don't care about him, he is not very pitiful."

"Deer Blood Wine?" Cheng Qianfei is a bit of understanding, "Isn't that qi and cold?"

Yao Tianxiang revealed a look at the expression of mentally disabled and looked at Cheng Qianfeng.

Cheng Qian leaf reaction, hateful reach out, playing out on her forehead.

"Oh." Yao Tianxiang took the forehead. "You don't hinder your little bully, you don't hinder your little bully."

On the way down the mountain,

Mo Bridge is sitting within the carriage and feels a bit of an anxiety.

The main public is sitting in front of him, and the case of hand is in the four-way scorpion of a carved jade.

The Lord seems to be a little bit, and the finger is softly buckled with the face, and the face is not clear from time to time.

The ink bridge is looking at the face of the face, and I feel that I am inexplicably in my body, bad, the fire is, the fire is, and the trend of the original.

Cheng Qian leaf bounces the lock of the box, I want to quietly pick up.

Suddenly, she remembered that Yao Tianxiang attached to her ear,

"A total of three layers, the first layer is used in front, the second layer ..."

The slave, Cheng Qian leaf fiercely covered the box.

Moqiao seems to be scared by her, he stood up and stood up: "Lord, I, I will go for a while."

Cheng Qian leaf reacted and pulled the dark blush ink bridge.

She looked at this man in front of this hand, and found that some parts of his body have a reactive reaction.

"How do you go?"

The ink bridge has risen red face and does not dare to intend to consider her sight.

Cheng Chi-leaf touched the nose and some of the face was also slightly red.

But I have to take a few more people who have promoted 100 times better than her bureau.

She pulled the hand of Mo Bridge and slowly let him sit by himself.

Reach your hand and touched him asked him.

"Bridge, do you like me?"

The ink bridge is looking at the face, and the head is Only there, spend his jack.

"Some things, I can't tell you now."

Cheng Qian leaf is sitting straight, smashed with the jaws of the ink bridge, kiss his lips.

"But if you can't help it, I can make you happy one more."

She took the hand who only wanted to struggle.

"You don't want to be afraid, I will not make something uncomfortable. I just want to make you happy."

The ink bridge was soaring that he pushed him down.

He glanced at the person who leaned down, his lips were light, and he said softly in his ear: "If you don't want, you can still refuse it now."

He didn't know why he was so bold, and even the ghost reached out and grabbed the neck of the person, gently trembled with the first time to kiss the red lips desired to the night.

Cheng Qian leaf holds his hands, imprisoned on the ground, revealing the heart of the people in the night, and the corner of the mouth is laughing.

"No, I am the Lord."

The carriage slowly rushed into a long way in the silent snow.

Lowering Xishan, passing through into the city.

Stop outside the palace door.

Bi Yun looked at the door of a moving door, somewhat hard, have to make lightly, "the main public, to the Palace."

The sound of the junior leaf juice in Xu Li: "Let's take a circle."

Bi Yun's face was red, she hit the gesture to indicate that the guards follow her direction and walked around the palace wall.

Small autumn is not unclear, so I want to ask.

Bi Yun grabbed her mouth and whispered: "Don't ask, go, the main public doesn't sound, don't stop."