Dandere General and his Lord

Cheng Qian leaf feels that in addition to the identity of the cross, it is not a good person.

Neither a text, it is impossible, neither is like Zhang Yu, and there is no profound in Zhou Zi.

Think carefully, the only advantage is approximately a wider, and the acceptance is better than ordinary people.

When I just wore more, I didn't adapt to this era, but I was treated, I was used to it, and there are still many friends.

I didn't want to be the position of this monarch, but I sat down and gradually felt yet, even found a new goal of life.

At the beginning, I thought that I couldn't restore my daughter, she was frustrated for a while. I didn't think about it later. She didn't wear a skirt. In modern times, every day, T-shirts, add jeans, not the same day.

It is better to take advantage of "Chiba Princess" and get along with the bridge.

In the future, if the bridge is tuned, there is other ideas, and you can see it anyway. When you go, let him leave, that is, it is.

Cheng Qian leaf turns over, watching the man who is walking side by side.

This man can't see any obvious expression on the face outside.

However, ink bridge did not know, his spring flowers were generally splendid, and they were all in the heart of Holies.

Cheng Chi leaf extended his finger and hookped the big palm of the ink bridge.

The somewhat rough hand, tight sweating, after a while, he carefully gathered his fingers, responded to his princess.

Today is the pleasure of Fuqiao Festival, and Zhangzhou folk has a custom of spending the river Jiqing flower.

Every household cuts are gently, with the yang stained, thousands of colorful flutters are scattered on the water river that wear in the city.

The tributary of the water river, wearing a week.

At this moment, there is a temple fair on the streets on the river.

There are countless guilty celebrations by the riverside, the sky is flushed or swaying, or the slim is in the water, and the blue waves floats to the distance.

"Last year we were in the Wei Guo, through the customs of the river light, they fled together with Tianxiang." Cheng Qianye and Mo Bridge were standing in the shadow of the river bank, looking at the hot people, thinking More than a year ago, in the dark night, the Shuishui River, the thrilling escape.

When the Mo Bridge is born, I tighten her hand.

Just one year ago, he was a slave that was bundled in the horse, and the days of the night.

Looking at the sparkling river in front of you, he also remembered the escape of the Wei Guo.

At that night, he fell into the dark and cold river water.

At the moment of death, it is the Lord's father and does not take care of him. The main public not only saved his life, but also gave him a new life.

Today, he stands here, holding the main public, and those time a year ago, it is already like a world.

"Bridge, where did you think of it." Cheng Qianye smirked with the voice of the voice called back the Many Bridge that fell into the memories.

A Yingbai palm, lifted in front of him.

The ink bridge is slightly lower in her hand.

Cheng Qian leaf raised his hand and touched it on his head. "We often do this before, now you are growing up, I am not enough."

The ink bridge has a mouth. At night, this movement has brought him the greatest excellence.

Today, she is still warm and warm.

"Don't think about those who are unhappy, bridge. Once everything has passed. As long as you are willing, we can be together, I will let you be happy."

Under the green shade, the squatting woman in the brilliance, lifting his head, and gently kissed his beloved.

, she smiled and turned to the river, the man under the tree suddenly reached out and pulled her.

"What happens, bridge?" Cheng Qianhui turned his head, she looked at her heart.

"I ..." Mo Bridge was a little nervous. He swallowed his water, and finally looked up, the burning gaze is looking at the people in front of the eyes, "What is the identity of the main public, what is the same Together. No matter what you can open, have there any kind of husband and wife, as long as you can accompany your main public, you are happy. I am born, I am willing to have a Lord. "

Cheng Qian leaf's eyes are bright,

The bridge read her heart.

She did not say exports, and the bridge did not have cheating.

But he saw the unknown in the prosperous hedity.

Give her the answer she want.

Cheng Qianfei used a force and took the ink bridge to the bridge, kissed his lips.

This man, how can this be so cute, really want to bully him, let him be happy, let him cry.

......

Zhang Yu sat on the carriage and saved from the city gate.

He picked up the curtains and looked at the bustling crowd on the street.

"How can I have so lively today?"

Xiao Xiuyi looked out from the window: "Today is a habit of , , there is a temple fair. Many unmarried men and women and young couples will take this opportunity to Sax on the river Flower, and someone else visited a temple fair. "

"Mr. You see, then, that's ..." Xiao Xiu shouted, pointed to an inconspicuous little palette on the street.

In the corner of the street, a small shed is supported, and there are three wooden tables under the shed, and a few bench.

A woman with a blue headscarf, busy on the hot pot.

There is still a business in the business, and three tables are sitting.

Have a young couple, sitting on a table, head, eating the face in the bowl.

Although they all changed, they still recognized it in a glance. It is the Lord and Mo Bridge.

"Lord ... The princess wears a skirt, I haven't seen her picture for a long time." Xiao Xiu crowded in the window, whispered.

Zhang Wei looked at this scene in front of him.

Lord him, no, it is her, sitting on a simple faceset, relax and then laughing. It seems that there is a bowl of crude, what is the general cuisine.

The Lord is on the championship, facing them, and has a stability of the same age.

Let Zhang Yu almost forgotten, she is actually a very young woman.

It turned out that she also had a general, and the sky is really jumped.

"Do you really can't stay?" Xiao Xiu looked at the window, and gently said that some only Zhang Yu heard it, "I feel on weekdays, she may be pressurey. This picture is the most Happy time? "

Zhang Wei's cold, "The Lord of the country, holding the world, what is not available? Who can't get? She will understand in the future."

Xiao Xiu moved his lips and swallowed his words.

"I know what you think, but have you ever thought, leaving such a handle, it is a huge hidden danger, and even shakes our entire founding of Jinguo."

Xiao Xiu hanging down, whispered: "Mr., . , the Lord she doesn't understand these truths, but she still left my life, still rescued Mr. Maybe because there is a such a lead, I can't bear it. "

Zhang Qi put down the curtains, silently took a moment: "Can not bear, how can you."

He felt a burst of his heart.

Zhang Yu felt that he had changed, once, he was working under the old king of the old king, and mastered the national intelligence system, never affect his decision for these personal emotions.

Calm and self-sustaining is a counselor, an attitude of a military person.

Nowadays, he just wants to do better for the Lord.

But why did he disrupt thinking by these ridiculous and rational emotions.

Cheng Qianhui didn't know that Zhang Yu passed with them. She refreshing the noodles in the bowl, eating a sweat.

"Good craft, boss." A bowl of noodles, she sighed, praise.

Asked another person around: "Do you eat? Bridge."

Mo Bridge drums his face, he is very fast, the amount of food is also big, and it is a third bowl.

Bread with a small doll on the back of the blue headscarf, she is busy in a very busy, and I will laugh when I laugh. "If you like it, you will take care of it later."

Her feet squats a sixty-year-old little girl, being skilled in a big wooden basin, helping to wash the bowl of chopsticks.

"I look at your appearance, it seems to have some eyes?" Cheng Qianfei has some doubts, asked, "Are you studying in Tianxiang Museum?"

She thought, I have seen this stall owner at the door of the female school hall of Yao Tianxiang.

At that time, the lady was picked up by a middle school, and she didn't let her learn from the school. But in the end, she is firmly entered into the door of the school hall. At that time, the appearance of the way was impressed.

That owner wiped his hand on the apron, smiled and turned it: "The slaves learned this craft with the Master of the Female Academy, which won the help of Tianxiang Mrs. This is here. This is self-reliant. , Raise an old little. Is the little girl not knowing my wife? "

Cheng Qian leaf couked, some said: "It is a bit familiar, the original Skygrass is also teaching the craftsmanship."

The owner, the pickles of a dish, put on their table.

"The friend of the lady, this meal is asking for the slave, a little bit, but also hope that the two don't be postponed." She stood at the table, smashed the child who took the way, "in the female school hall, Teaching is the industry that is suitable for women. Let's learn these women, and there is also a skill. If it is not a Tianxiang Mrs, where can I ... "

She was red, but she didn't pick it up to complain, changed to a smile: "Take the wife of the lady, our kindless woman has the opportunity to stand in this world. I don't know how to thank my heart. Lady in Tianxiang. Please ask the little girl if there is a lady, and convey my heart for me. "

Cheng Qianye and the ink bridge life.

"It's too full, she did it, I also like it, and I also like it." Cheng Qianye touched the belly, "Bridge, what did you stay in the table?"

The ink bridge did not speak, and smiled softly.

"I saw it, are you leaving the whole money bag?"

"I," Moqiao's fresh color is red, "the month of this month left."

"Okay, I know what you mean, this month will come to the palace every day to accompany me to eat, haha."