Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest updated peasant girl concubine, don't be too sweet the latest chapter!Back at the small courtyard, Liu Yusheng whispered farewell on the branch road between the guest room and the inner courtyard.

The man stood on the spot and watched her walk away.

Qian Wanjin had not returned, and the room was quiet.

Liu Yusheng sat by the bed, thinking of the man involuntarily.

The wind cypress is as the name suggests, and the breeze is like the moon.

He is very restrained in dealing with people, restrained at a polite and not too distant distance.

When speaking, the eyes are soft and soft, which makes people feel no disgust.

Regent, King of Nanling.

The position of the station is so high, it should be a man who has experienced thousands of sails, and no trace of coldness can be found on him.

Just like being born, that is a person with a beautiful moon.

Moreover, for a person with high weight, she could not feel the distance in him.

He looked at her and made her feel that she and he were on equal terms.

In the inner courtyard, Feng Qingbai was sitting on the circle chair, looking at his right hand with some loss.

Just now, her eyelashes were gently brushed in his palm, and the delicate touch of her skin remained.

After a lapse of nine years, I touched her again and again, in such a situation.

He promised to take her to the inn, he had expected what scene she would see, he intentionally.

He wanted her to see clearly that he lived in such an environment.

Every moment, some people are counting him. Every moment, everybody wants him to die.

Every moment of his life is fighting.

She should be afraid, and stay away from him when she sees her again.

But at the last moment, he couldn't help covering her eyes, unwilling to see the dirty and bloody eyes of those clean and clear eyes.

Rather than saying that he was scaring her to make her afraid, it was better to say that he was forcing him to keep himself away.

"Uncle, that man, can I still find it?" the teenager asked quietly, sitting in the corner.

Since returning home, the uncle has been sitting there in a daze, his expression and eyes are very different from usual.

This strange change made him uneasy.

"Ben Wang will do his best." The man said, "If you can't find it, then find other ways. If all the ways are not working, then you will be mentally prepared for life and death."

Very ruthless words, really spit out from the man's mouth, but the young man felt inexplicably pragmatic.

At least, he did not coax him with good words like everyone else.

"Uncle, if I am really dead, can you not bury me alone in a tomb, let me be buried with my father and mother." The young man's voice was calm, looking into the man's eyes, with a faint period Hope.

Even if he had never seen him before, he wanted to be buried with them.

If they were still alive, he thought, they would love him.

Daddy's love and mother's love, after death, he can always feel it.

Feng Qingbai quietly condensed the teenager for a while, and said, "Okay."

"Thank you Uncle!" a happy smile appeared on the teenager's face.

If he made such excessive demands as usual, the uncle would ignore him.

Today he can promise so simply, he is very happy.

The uncle is a person who promises to do it, so he is not afraid of cheating him.

Only when the time came, in order to fulfill the promise, the uncle was afraid to have a good game with the old humerus ministers in the DPRK.

After the death of the emperor, he was buried with his father and mother.

Afternoon, Fu Bo came over and reported that the girl living in the guest house had already used lunch and took a break.

The teenager saw the uncle's complexion subdued.

Then Wei Zi came to report the progress of the disappearance of the Baicaogumen.

Taking advantage of nobody's attention, the teenager quietly slipped out of the door.

He saw that scene in the morning.

At that time he was standing by the window of the flower hall, just looking at the scene in his eyes.

He saw the uncle actually took the initiative to talk to the woman.

Use expressions he has never seen before.

Indistinctly, he always felt that the woman was somewhat similar to the girl who glanced at the street yesterday, when the uncle's reaction was particularly fierce.

He didn't expect the woman to live in the guest house, and the uncle actually took care of the people's daily life and diet, saying that there was no eccentricity and he absolutely didn't believe it.

He wanted to see who the woman was.

"Yeah, the Emperor slipped quietly to the guest house." The teenager didn't know that he had just left his front foot, and he was hit with a small report.

The man who was listening to the report looked slightly paused. After a while, "No need to stop."

The teenager didn't know that if someone didn't want to let it go, he couldn't get out of the room.

I crept all the way into the guest house, there was a sense of excitement as a thief, the teenager wiped his face, straightened his mind, and at the same time raised his bowed waist.

Walking along the corridor eaves, looking through the open windows of each room, I quickly found the person he was looking for.

The girl fell asleep, her sleeping face was quiet, and she looked very cute.

The pale face was covered with a faint flush, and the skin could be broken.

Quiet nose, small water chestnut.

When combined, it is at most a beautiful lady, barely attractive.

The teenager lowered his mouth in disappointment. "It's not pretty either."

It's a far cry from the beautiful women in the palace.

How can I make the uncle treat me differently?

With his elbows resting on the window sill and supporting his lower jaw, the boy continued to look at that face in an unswerving way, trying to find a unique bright spot.There must be something that he didn’t find appealing, otherwise with this face alone, he would bet the Emperor would never look at her more.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" It wasn't until the light-eyed eyes opened that he looked at him generously.

The highlight is the eyes.

Clean and clear like the sky washed by the rain, without any trace of impurities.

But it is not the kind of innocence, but the purity that does not hide dirt.

"Still watching?" Liu Yusheng stood up, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the half-boy in the window funny, "Don't you know it's impolite to stare at the girl's house like this?"

In this ancient age, this age can also be called a prodigal prodigal son.

"Then why don't you get angry?" Why didn't you think he was rude?Shouldn't the pear blossoms that screamed Deng Tuzi cry like those women's usual manners, with rain?

The young man did not feel guilty of being caught, but instead brought more curiosity into his eyes.

Liu Yusheng laughed, and his flexible eyes bent into a beautiful crescent. "Because your eyes are very open-minded."

The eyes of Deng Tuozi and Chun Yizi could still be distinguished.

Well, the teenager nodded and his smile was also a bright spot.

She barely counted her to pass.

In fact, it doesn't matter how he thinks of her, the key is that the uncle likes it, and he has nothing to do with him.The teenager just didn't recognize this.

The uncle agreed to let him be buried with his father and mother in the future, he should be able to believe him a little more.

Both of them have no father and no mother, and can be regarded as dependent for eight years.

He fancyd this woman, and it was reasonable for him to help him palm his eyes.