Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

The tea laughed: "I said, I don't want to be a girl, I will slowly get my princess. I am not listening, in our Li, if the princess stands, the people don't dare to sit, if the princess Sitting, there is no princess of the princess, you have to squat, this is coming to your ginger, all over, my princess is going to Zhaoshan today, your girl can sit in the chair, your ginger is like this. Ding? "

Old scorpion swaying on the ground, I can't let go of my head.

The car curtain opened, Liu Wei stepped down the sedan, and a pair of hands with the fragrance played a beautiful gesture, and the old man was in the war. "The girl said she did not take the sedan, and she was her. I don't understand, she follows the lady, serving a lady along the way. "

, the whole day, the mountain road, the mountain road, is a pregnant woman can load, returning to the night, he heard that Liu Wei is more than bleeding. In the morning of the second day, there was news, saying that the fetus in the willow abdomen did not keep it, and there was a flow. The tea is worried: "If the general is angry, how can it be good." Song Dynasty leans his book before the window, raised her hand to change the pot of new tea. The garden is in the garden, and the column is fragrant.

Liu Wei lost his child, and the final analysis is Song Ding, but this child has been unfamiliar. Elderly old lady do not start with the mercy, she can only support, bird's nest people, snow, lotus seeds, what is expensive What is the poor people send something to the wind.

It's just that Liu Wei is facing the tears in the day. It doesn't take it into it. In order to avoid waste, I have to take the maid and my mother, the direct consequences, except that Liu Wei can still maintain a beautiful figure, the entire lottery is in a short time The two sputum sectors who collectively blessed, and the nearel do not have to be spared. During this period, Song stares and said that he is deep, no one is gone.

There is a person who can be a person, can't stand it. That is the magic star of her hit. She unloaded his armor, putting a bright red wedding dress, using a tenderness of a lifetime, and a thousand miles to marry him. But he doesn't want her.

In September, the sound of the triumphant, and the sash is hitting, and the class teacher returns.

Song Ding is sitting in the water, and thinking about looking up and ask tea:

"He came back, you said, will he kill me?"

The cup in the hands of the tea was on the ground.

Song Ying smiled and said: "I don't have a good one, I don't want to make my life, I don't have to worry about it."

The tea is swatches on the ground: "The princess is not happy here, the tea is very beautiful. The princess is very unhappy. Why don't we return to Li? Princess, we will come back to Guide."

Song Dynasty looked at the proliferation of the pre-servants after the Liantang: "This is a national marriage, do you think that I want to go?"

All the irreparable is from that night. I said this, because I saw the whole picture, I saw Song Dynasty's life, starting from this evening, slowly taking the end. Pushing her to death, is her love and sinking hand, he has a wind and rain, but also wearing the moon, like the appearance of them, can be clearly clear, and it is like a dead place. Returned Shura.

She fell to the enemy, but the two moves, his sword had helped her throat. She hurriedly holding the sword blade with her hand. The sword was slow, wipe her right hand five fingers, deeply clicking the mouth, blood is in the sword On all the way, it must be very painful, but she is not careless, just look at her hand: "You are, really want to kill me?"

He cold voice: "Song Ding, you are in your hands, it is my son's life. You are forced to go to Zhaoshan, I have never thought about it, will you kill him?"

She fiercely looked up, but the eyebrows were so soft: "That is not my fault, I didn't have children, and I know that people who have the body will be so unjust, and they can take the tire. Depending place, you have no reason, but we blame to my head, Shenzhou, are you too reasonable? "

She said these words, not thinking in my heart, just being irritated by him. She looked at the face of the iron blue, I felt funny, I really laughed out: "Shenzhou, you know, except for me, no one eligible to give birth to the eldest son of Shenfu." She thought, her love is about It's almost dead, I watched the sash in the past, I was only looking at him, and now she looks at him, just wants to find him without him. But he is not happy, she doesn't see how smooth, is like a double-edged sword, hurts and hurts.

She stunned him even more angry. She saw the angry angry in his eyes. It was judged that his sword immediately passed through her throat, but this judgment actually a little mistake. The sword in the sorting is not allowed to come again, but take her palm, bring out a crunchy bloodball, the sword is approaching her chest, one pick, the clothes buckle is sharpened.

Her husband stood in front of her, picking her out her shirt with a bloody sword, and the angry wave in the eyes looked with the lips, and the sound of the frozen people was ridicies:

"Song Ding, I have never seen any woman, like you like this."

Late to nine months of round house.

She tried to struggle, if the other party is a weak scribble, she can not only earn him, but the other party is the general, the 18th martial arts is proficient, and the best at the near-body fighting, she has no way.

The screen of the bed depicts the wild duck and cold moon and the cold pool. She is cold, holding hands tightly holding the back of the bank, along the blood of the finger, dizzy skin Red and a red flowers in the wild ground. She finally can't maintain the smile of pretending, tears, twunning the cheeks. Her voice is in his ear, like a whimper beast.

She didn't have a parent from a little, and I grew up on the battlefield. My brother had no time to take care of her. I fell to get together. I really fell and rub it with a small hand. I smiled. Can't let your brother worry, have been cultivated into such a sexy, and I will not cry.

After the first time she was in his life, she felt that she was afraid, because it was really painful, and her pain was in the heart, and she couldn't take her hand like a child. She has a heavy gasping, and the nose is red, and it can't be as very as usual, but I can't just be as strong as usual.

She is only seventeen. The voice was almost collapsed: "Sinking in the bank, you hate me like this, you hate me like this. Shenzhou, let me go, beg you let me go."

But he said in her ear: "Your pain, can you get the pain of my loss? Song Ding, what do you want, what I will give you, but we know what you know. "

The air is full of blood, I can't smell, but I can see it.

Her nails are deeply caught in his ridge, can't cry, dull voice is in half, autumn leaves are desolate: "Shenzhou, you are like me, you don't have a conscience!"

Song Ding's right hand ruined this night, that is the hand of the gun, makes the seven or seven forty-nine roads of the Zihui Gun method, the dance is as beautiful, and everyone is amazing. Those knives were injured in her hand, engraved in her, destroying her full enthusiasm for Shenzhou.

She woke up, lying on her side, handsome and indifferent, her eyebrows, her thought, she thought that she had loved, and she was in the sea. His sword was dropped under the bed, and the right hand could not make strength. She took the left hand to pick up the black iron of the handle, and went to him, just in his blink, she held the sword holder deep nailed He ribs, he smoldered, seeing a tears slipped from her eyes, leaving a long water mark.

Once, she turned out of him in thousands of corpses. She turned over the snowy mountain to find a doctor, and she did not sleep three days and night. They were all in front. It is not necessary to mention it before. She is biased, she finally had a girl's childish model, with tears on her face, but bend his mouth: "Shenzhou, why do you have to come back, why don't you die on the battlefield?"

He held her left hand, suddenly hugged her, sword blade sharp, inevitably inevitably thoroughly deeper. He vomited a blood, cold in her ear: "This is what you want to get? Do you want me to die?"

Song Ying and I said that night, I have been separated for many years, and my faint eyebrows still have a painful look, as if I can't remember. She didn't know that I have already seen everything, it must be a magical night. Although I still don't quite understand what the magic is like, I often see this vocabulary in the novel of Jun, is about the demon ghost's dream.

The last scene of this scene is in the middle of the night, the autumn rain, the laurel, and the imagination should be a cold inception.

I didn't die in the bank. That sword was stabbed, and unfortunately, the unspeakable is in the unscrupulous.

And after two months, Song didn't clinse the joy. Liu Wei cleaned the bag, and left Shenfu in the middle of the night. The next day, the sick is swollen, and the sick is found in the sick. After finding it, it is found, and the Liu Wei moved out of Shenfu, and he was also in the hospital for a long time.

The second year of June. Song Di's next baby boy.

Shensheng reached out to pick up the child, faint: "You hate me."

He looked at the direction of the bed: "I thought you, I don't want him to be born."

After Song Ding lying on the bed, this is already very weak, but it is a breath and laughs: "Why don't you give birth to him, this is the grandchildren of Shenfu, and you will die in the future, that is, he inherited Shenfu's family "

He is cold in his eyes, and the child handed the child to the side of the side, and the sleeves left. The child cried behind wow, he stopped at the door, half-ring, said: "Song Ding, there is no woman in the world, and hope that her husband is dead on the battlefield."

Her voice is embarrassed, across a heavy yarn: "Oh?"

I won't go to the four years, and I will not have repeated it, but the two countries of Li Jiang once again turned over, fighting for a fight. In response to the business I have to do, this matter is not important. The important thing is the blood of Shen's second blood, it is a daughter. This matter has made the social air of the whole hospital for a long time.

Because I stand in Song Dynasty, I can't help but think that Liu Wei is so angry that I can't share much, but I am only a personal guess, maybe people are actually because Shen Zai's hi son can not give birth to him. A son is regrettable.

The old man in the hospital has repeatedly inspired Liu Wei, saying that she can successfully have a daughter in Song Ding's eyelids, inspiration is a long time to inspire success, let her understand that this daughter is not easy, packing it Sadness, at the same time, Shen'an's love for her daughter also makes up for her other half of sadness.

I can't help but think that Liu Wei can quickly and sorrow, but it is because private sinking has reassigned the heritage, and the means of paying for her will be assigned to her. If Jun Wei sees at the scene, it will definitely criticize that there is no pure heart, thinking that things are too dark, not bright enough. But I think, if this love is, I can be pure and brilliant, it will become a Virgin. Song Di's son grows imagine like her, named Shen Luo. There is a shallow pear vortex in Shenau's cheeks, and the two or three will recite the high-profile sentences in the poetry. If you don't encounter a problem, you can't let it remind, just sitting there, put the fatty little hand into a small fist against the chin, thinking.

If winter, wear too thick, do this movement, but he is stubborn, there is final end, it is not easy to change, you can use a small fist enough to be under the chin, take care of this, before and after, I fell five or six times. I don't cry, I just climb it, I am smashing, this is like Song Ding.

Shen Luo is smart, but it is not easy to recognize his father. Every time I see you when I see Shenyang, I am uncle and not. This shows that he and the chance to meet in the sink are very small, and the chances of seeing his mother and the sash are still very small. But as a two-year-old, I know how to read the wisdom of "winning", I really don't know if he doesn't recognize the sinking or just pretend. It can be like this, but it will die very early.

This is very early, saying that he is four years old.

On that day, Shenzhou has a daughter to come to Shenfu to give the old man, the old lady, please, the little girl hide from the servant, playing in the garden, encounter Shen Luo. The two don't know why no noise, pull, one accidental double double fell into the lotus pond, although there is no problem, but because Shen Luo is typing, it is cold and cold, and it has made a few nights. High fever, the third day is not bright, close a pair of burn red big eyes, don't have it.

About this thing is that Song Ding is really overwhelming.

I saw that the warmth of the winter is rising from Yuecheng. Shen Luo Xiao Xiao's body is lying in Song Dynasty. The cheeks have red and rumored, and they are afraid to sleep. She hugged him on the threshold of the flower hall, the bamboo curtain was highly collapsed, and the sun is mottled, and I vote on them.

She took his small head: "The son, the sun came out, you didn't see the sun half a month, is your little quilt? Today, there is a sun, get up, take your small quilt Go out to sun. "

But he can't wake up again. The tears took her cheeks, fell to his face, slipped through his eyes closed. It's like he is still alive, I saw my mother smashed, and I was tears.

Shenshi came out of the garden, Song Yan is in the flower hall, and the white long skirt is lined with sharp beauty, always smiling, there is no vibrant expression, like red lotus from blood, blooming in ice day snow. So goodwful woman.

Zihui Gun rushed to the sash and slammed, and the trend was shocked. She even could calculate it clearly. This shot has undergone all grievances, just did not count. Standing there, I looked at the guns and stab, I didn't move.

This gun is helpless, only to pierce. He is standing two steps, holding her hand holding her gun: "Abai."

She looked up at him, like him never met him: "Why is my son died, but you can live, but you can live with Liu Wei?"

I haven't heard of this more than this.

Purple microwille wipes the cuffs of the sink, leaching a red mark. She looked at the slight wound, I want to break away from the left hand held by him, earn, do not take off, finally put the blood in the heart of the heart, in an instant, dyed the white robe. He hugged her. And she slipped in him.

Song Ding Since this serious illness.

After that, everything is rumored.

The story is here. Today's Song Ding is sitting on the vines of the sagind, it is long, as if you look at everything. She summarized the past seven years in a sentence.

"Jun, love a person is easy, hate a person is like this."

I am not very dare to talk to her, just like I love Mur. I love him, it is very difficult to really, if he didn't save me two ordered, we were only like a red dust, don't say that I took the initiative to love him, that is, he didn't give him a chance.

And since I fell in love with him, I can't give him a time to let him hurt me, let me hate him. Of course, these all build on I am a living person. And my life is dead, now it is a dead person, these strong ideas, it can only be some ideas, not thinking about thinking, talking with masturbation ...

In fact, in my opinion, all tragedy comes from the sinking of the sash. If he is not such a simple man, it can achieve the harmony of the three people. Finally, I will make you dying, it is really sigh.

When I left, Song did tired: "Now I want to come, from the head to the end, I am afraid that I am afraid only a phantom in my heart."

I agree with it.

She gently said: "Jun, can you help me make this phantom, in the dream?"

Sunsetday, after the gap sprinkled on the lotus pond, a pool was red. I calculated the time, nodded: "Give you two days, you look enough enough, take the dust, after two days, we are still above this sailor, I will weave a good dream."