Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

She had to slow down, and she needed the slightest amount of time to calm down her body and the tremors in her heart.

His hands were on the box, but Phoenix swept past her and fell on Liu Ximin. “Thank you! I am not proud of Madam's feelings after the year. If Lady Lu Kai walks along, she will go to the treasury to pick up a few things she likes. ”

Like everyone else on the field, the dragon did not walk off the platform for a moment. Liu Shimin was stunned and his hand held tight and trembled.

No reward? She never expected the Emperor to thank her. How precious the gifts presented by the princess to all the adults and courtyards of the court just now were, but he didn't say anything. Only when Lu took over the gift from the Queen and Queen, did she thank the Queen and Princess.

She never went to the temple to ask for peace charms. Who is this young Qi? There must have been something else going on with the Girl of the Year! Suddenly, she was surprised. Years later, her last name was also...

Zhang Jin, beside him, saw his wife still in shock. He rushed to La Shimin and prostrated himself: “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace! ”

From the Imperial City prison to the prison, he knew that the emperor's affection for the years to come was insignificant, otherwise he would not be mentioned in particular.

A few years ago, he had an unspeakable heart for that woman, but he didn't expect his wife to know her.

His heart fluttered, his eyebrows slightly locked to the woman in front of the emperor, but he found her glancing at the square painting.

Zhang Jin was even more sensitive. He was afraid that Zhu Qi would never guess his mind at this time.

Zhu Qi sighed in his heart, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity to talk to Long Fei and help Liu Shimin. After the painting was clear, he did not dare to deceive her.

The power came from her hand, she felt tight and discussed several ideas with Jade Ring over the last few days - I didn't expect him to take the gift from her personally.

A bold thought swept through her head, and she quickly pinched the idea.

She kept her head down, then looked up at him, and the dragon left without looking at her, took the box and turned around and walked away.

A "bang” sounded fine, and a thing fell next to the boots. Things were small, people didn't notice, but suddenly the dragon didn't go down to pick them up.

Dragon Fei left to pick things up and put them in his arms. All he wanted to do was go back to the banquet and put peace on that man. Although he did not believe in these things, he thought, if she knew it was old friendship, she would be happy.

Cold sounds come from behind, “That's my stuff, you can't take it. ”

He frowned heavily and looked sideways at the slave.

But when she saw her apricot eyes staring at him closely, she was not afraid of life, and she had no fear of half. Her heart shook suddenly, not those eyes, but when she looked at him in the past, it was like this, a little stubborn, a little delicate.

With this turn, he was born to settle his footsteps and was unable to move for a moment.

“That's mine. ”

In her divine colour, she brings a hint of grievance, pointing to the position of his collar.

Zhang Jin shocked and scolded: “Seven years younger, no disrespect! ”

Long Fei didn't even think about it. He waved and stopped Zhang Jin. He frowned at Zhu Qi, “Are you Xiaoqi? ”

“The slave's last name is Yen and he ranks seventh in the family, so his name is Xiaoqi.” Zhu Qi nodded and reached out slowly, "Where's my stuff? ”

Her name is Xiaoqi.

He just found out her name was Qi, otherwise he wouldn't have asked. Her last name was Yen?

Long Fei frowned and shrugged, softly: “What is it? ”

He whispered and didn't notice himself. Instead, Rufei and others noticed that the man's consistently cold voice had moderated a few points at this time.

Zhu Qi walked forward and bit his lip. “Comb, the comb you just picked up on the ground belonged to Xiaoqi. ”

Dragon didn't go unconscious and reach into his arms and press it. That's what he kept close to his collection. How could he mistake it when she was holding it in her hand before she passed out? As long as she slept, the comb stayed with him.

He glanced at her coldly, holding back his impulse to see those eyes again, and turned his sleeve and walked away.

“My comb. ”

The voice behind him was shocked and rushed, and he clearly heard her rushing to the footsteps, and the clothes behind him were held tight.

“Give me my comb back! ”

What the hell is going on here? Apart from her sister-in-law, she hasn't seen anyone dare to treat her nine brothers this way. This not surprising little slave actually dared to hold her nine brothers' robes in her eyes.

Does this slave want to live or die?

Jade stared at Chasan next to him and even Chasan was shocked.

Zhang Jin closed his eyes and held his wife, who was softly paralyzed in his arms.

Between the surprises and the millimeters, his book might crash into the hands of this weird young seven tonight, who is she!

“What's going on here?” Ru Fei heard the voice incorrectly, anxiously asked the Grand Palace woman next to her, the palace was in the palace for many years, at which time only almost half of the people stood up and leaned towards the field - the Emperor's robe was being dragged into his hands by the death of the slave who had given the gift of the Lord. He was shocked, busy taking care of his mind and whispering to Ru Fei.

Each man was exchanging eyes, crystal clear, neon looked at each other, not knowing whether it was a surprise or a laugh, Xia Hou Chu frowned at Lu Kai, Lu Kai secretly blamed himself, was about to step down the stage, the fresh wind next to him had jumped, had reached Zhu Qi beside him, did not fight, and drew a sword and cut off into her hand.

Zhu Qi Dahao... I haven't seen him in three years. The Fresh Wind boy is getting closer to the psychotic group. She hasn't talked to him yet. He's actually going to cut off her arm. The Liman attack came with cold air. She also has only instinct left. Shout out, "Ah Li. ”

For those eyes that were not similar, there was a sense of irritability in his heart, and he taught the rude slave who did not know the rules to hold the hem of the robe. Long Fei had already moved his anger. He was harsh. He had no intention of stopping the breeze and suddenly shouting. He remembered everything about the man, clearly it was not her voice... That was when he remembered that she was mad, and made Luo Jin, whose appearance resembled hers, call him by his name, or Zhang Jin, whose voice resembled that of her concubine, and there was no shallow voice at this time to make him tremble.

His mind had not even been clear. He had quickly reached out and held Zhu Qiyin in his arms, and his other hand, his fingers, flexed slightly, bounced lightly on the blade of the long sword that had been delivered to the woman.

The sword body bounced back violently, and the fresh wind felt the tiger's mouth ache. It took several steps to stabilize its shape. He looked at the dragon in shock and stunned.

When he was held in his arms, Zhu Qi's heart trembled, but he couldn't care less to play in the arms of a man. When he didn't do it, he reached out and looked in the robe. With her hands and feet, he could never have gained anything. The dragon was not separated from holding her, slightly out of his mind. For a moment, he didn't have any open thoughts. It was easy to notice that she had taken something out of his arms.

In a thin palm, lie quietly on two combs.

Dragon didn't take a shock, staring closely at the two almost identical combs in the woman's hand.

Even the sawtooth, which is not aligned with the text on it, looks like it.

Only old and new are different if you want to identify them.

“So you have one too. Forget it, I won't compare you. But my comb, I still have to get it back.” Zhu Qi removed the newer comb and carefully placed it back in the small bag between his waist.

She had just taken her hand out of her pocket and taught the man to grasp it.

He grabbed her hand so hard that even the color of God on his face was fierce and agitated.

“How did you get this comb? Who's Li? ”

She quietly looked at him and asked her loudly. She looked at his young, handsome face. From the beginning, she sipped the spirits indifferently and indifferently in front of her.

She smiled softly in her heart.

In three years, even if there were more folklore, saying how the emperor was passionate about the years to come, attacking the next country, but for a handful of yellow sand, the legend is the legend.

Whatever she did not know about the pursuit and between him, at this moment she finally confirmed by herself that he loved her and that he was still deeply in love with her.