Dandere General and his Lord

Moqiao returned from the Royal Lead.

This time, there is more than a month.

I didn't see the main public all over.

One moves into the palace gate, I want to see the desire of that person.

He mounted on the stairs of the Temple, walked through the wide terrace, couldn't help but get more and more quickly, all the way, turn around the corridor.

In the gallery of the sun, a man with a wheel with a wheel, sitting on a chair, a man, such as jade, the man is holding a roll, and is looking for something.

The main hand holds his back, and he is listening, and it will respond to a few words.

Mo Bridge has to stop.

He adjusted his breathing, and the rules of regulations went to a military ceremony.

"Bridge, you are back?" Cheng Chiye looked at him and said.

"Is the mother of Zixi came back? How is the situation of the old lady?"

The Lord is still the same as this Zhou Zi.

The ink bridge has grown: "After returning the main public, the body of the Mrs. Ji, is still still not recognizing people, and now it has been in the courtyard of Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Zixi donated his hand, quite gratitude: "Thank you, General, the general helped the family, Zi Xi remembered."

The ink bridge returned to a gift.

He saw the Lord's slightly bending the waist, and the Yue Yue is the Zhou Zixi: "The old lady is really fortunate, this I will finally be relieved."

After finishing this, I personally pursued the wheelchair of Zhou Zixi.

On the side of the ink bridge, he sent a vertical, where the busy wheel passed through his feet, followed by the main government's hazag.

The main public didn't even stop, seeing me, Mo Bridge couldn't help but tightly.

However, in the moment of the wrongdies, Cheng Qian leaf suddenly took a hand, and I took a palm of Mo Bridge.

After backing it behind him, pinch it, with a fingered abdomen.

The Mo Bridge has fallen, which is held behind the main public.

His face couldn't help it.

The guards on both sides look viewed nose, nasal view, and a pair of appearance.

It is still a wheelchair of Zhou Zixi before the blushing face.

"The main public, let the slaves send Mr. Zhou back." Bi Yun Road.

Cheng Chihui sent Zhou Zi Xi to the stairs of the Temple, Tung Biyun said: "Bi Yun, your heart is fine, the old lady is handed over to you. You arrange it carefully, be sure to take care of the old lady, But if you have a lack, go directly to Lade, just say that I told me, know? "

Bi Yun pushed the wheelchair of Zhou Zixi and walked very far in the palace. He watched his eyes.

Just saw the That That's, the Lord pushed the generals in the temple.

Oops, the Lord does not remember to close, and those who don't know if they don't know how to be busy.

......

Outside the city, there is a huge pasture.

This is a place where the newly set breeding army.

Sima Raisu Paramid Debate the breeding conservation of the military horse here.

When Moqiao found him, he was wearing a taking, busy looking at several horses introduced in the Western region.

"Bridge, you have to come." He pulled the hand of Mo Bridge, "How about it coming to see these horses?"

"This is a rare good horse." Moqiao is well, "although it doesn't look very eye, but in fact, they are strong and strong, and the endurance is long-lasting. It can ban long-distance travel. The most suitable for use."

"Yes!" Sima is a palm, "and I think of it. I have to breed it, let our army's cavalry is unfavorable."

"Right, bridge, what do you find me?"

The color of the ink bridge is red.

Sima is a company that is born with Mo Bridge to rest on his next day.

He found two cups, hot a pot of wine, giving a cup of the ink bridge.

Two people touched a cup, and the ink bridge was a cup and drunk slowly.

"What do you mean?" Sima is asked for him, "Do you want to ask me to please the leader?"

Mo Bridge has been ashamed, and the head is

"But," Sima is standing, "I am not very familiar with Longyang."

"But ... but I don't know who to ask."

"How did you suddenly remember to ask this? Don't you have the same lead now ... Is there two love?"

The face of Moqiao is instantly red, he has a few swallowed vomiting, and finally decided to say: "I don't know why, the Lord him, he never really true ..."

"Is this why?" Sima was very good, "the Lord is clearly like you, even if you don't deliberately cover your relationship."

"Is it possible to show the meaning of the buddle?"

Moqiao is so low-spirited: "I am really not used to this, but the main public him may be aware of, so he would rather bear itself, and it is not reluctant to me."

Sima is laughing. "It turns out that you mind this, if it is me, as long as it is a person, no matter who she is, I will not refuse."

He close to Moqiao: "There is a kind of medicine there, I will ask for a bottle to give you, you drink it yourself, you will no longer resist anything."

The ink bridge has a red ear, don't face it: "I am sincere to ask you. You, don't smile."

"How is this to make a smile? You suddenly be so anxious, in fact, because of the Zhou Zixi?" Sima looked at him.

The ink bridge is silent.

"I have seen that person. Changswen Junxiu, is full of courtesy, full of poems. The most important thing is that his legs are abolished, and the leader is inevitable. You often have more, he often In the companionship, it is true ... "

He said that in the heart of Mochi Bridge, the ink bridge is only a year of irritability.

"So, I will send you a book," Sima was turned out of a book in the drawer, and he greeted his point, smiled and said, "You go back to study and study. Be sure to catch the heart of the main public, Don't be loved by people. "

The ink bridge has several times, and finally grasped the book, hiding into the arms and got up.

......

Cheng Qian leaf in Yao Tianxiang's female studio,

The two stood above the Pavilion and looked at the pool to enter and out of some clothes, plain civilians.

This extensive house, this is the princess of Yao Tianxiang in accordance with the original undertaking in the original.

But Yao Tianxiang is now living in her palace, and it has changed here to the first female in Jin, in accordance with his will.

This female studio is not like a man's academic hall.

In addition to learning some basic cultural knowledge, focusing on opening a variety of life skills.

Here, Xiufang, Tie Dyeing, Textile, Raise, Sangfang, etc., studies, etc. But the students, unified study, simple literacy, algorithm. I can choose the course you want to learn from the afternoon.

It is still very low in the self-study. If there is a student that has a poor, the college can also provide ingredients.

Therefore, most of the people who come to school is a woman who is a civilian identity. They want to seek a skill in order to raise their families.

"Some mean, Tianxiang, what do you think?" Cheng Qianfeng supported the railings of the pavilion, and looked at the space in the landlord asked,

"I thought you would do a school building for aristocratic women 's research poetry. But I can't think of you ... practical learning

Yao Tianxiang smiled: "I have a collected school to do a neighborhood?" Give them a social field? "

"I hope that I can improve our status in life." She reached out two fingers. "Even only a little bit."

"These women learn to go home, some can even support a economy, and there will be relatively few words to speak at home. At least you can see more, no longer a blind attachment of men. I am currently limited, can Just do it. "

"You are doing very right. Economic status, often determines the social status." Cheng Qian leaf took a look of Yao Tianxiang's shoulder, "Tianxiang, you are a keen and experienced woman, but unfortunately life in this era. if……"

"What is it?" Yao Tianxiang asked strangely.

Cheng Qianye said that he leaked his mouth, and it was awkward.

Yao Tianxiang pushed her shoulders: "It's you, how long have you planned to have a bridge? He wants to go to Zhengzhou? You are really a heart."

Cheng Qian leaf caught in thinking.

"Your bridge has recently," Yao Tianxiang attached to the ear, "he came to Sima] yesterday ..."

When Cheng Qianhui returned to the palace, it was already a sun, and the palace was in the palace.

She sat at the table, and she always felt that her mind was somewhat.

So, stepped out, wrapped around the garrier, and only one wall separated from her bed, also showed a faint candlelight.

Although the bridge lives near himself, if there is no summons, he never takes the initiative to find himself at night.

Cheng Qianhui is curious, quietly close to the house, into the gap of the window, she saw that the Mo Bridge looked through a book under the lamp.

"Bridge?"

Cheng Qian leaf knocked knocking.

I heard a swearing sound in the house, it seems that someone fell from the chair.

After a moment, the ink bridge opened the door, his look was flustered, and the face was blush.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Chi leaf bites his lips, reach out, "What is it so nervous? Give me a look?"

The ink bridge is dodge, side face, stiffness, and refuse.

He refused his main public for the first time.

Cheng Qianye laughed, she knew what is that: "Bubble hot spring? Tetiled at this evening?"

The moon of Xishan Shenquan, white fog, in the night of the fox, like a dream.

The ink bridge bubbles his body in warm spring, holding a black ribbon in his hand, raising his own eyes.

Soon, you will have to go to the dog, which may be the opportunity to get along with the Lord before Zhengzhou.

Mo Bridge has repeatedly warned himself in his heart: no matter what the main public does, you must show like it. This time, I must make the main business, I can't be like the previous.

"Do you want to take a look? Bridge."

A sound rang in the spring water.

Pick up the strap?

The Lord wants me to take a strap in front of you.

Mo Bridge hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and unwinding the black tie in front of him.

He slowly turned.

The shore of Han Baiyu is sitting on the shore of the pool, the man is long, the mouth is laughing, and the slim double is slid into the water.

The moon color, such as dreams, come to him.