Reborn Spoiled Ming Wangfei

A sumptuous palace with black plaque on the door, “Pluto Palace” three hot gold letters, font pen walking dragon snake, iron silver hook.

“Master, the girl was not found," he said on his knees.

Wind Wing Xuan stood at the desk seriously and devout to make a painting, those eyes had tenderness that had never existed before, and he doubted whether he was mistaken, how could the master have tenderness?

“Not found?” Wind Wing Xuan's beautiful eyebrows slightly raised. Would it be dangerous for the girl to be alone in the mountain forest?

Wind Wing Xuan laid his freshly painted picture carefully on the desk and said to the darkness on his knees, "See if there is such a girl in the future, find out immediately! ”

She walked to the desk and looked at the girl in the eye painting. Although the girl in the painting was covered in a light veil, she was inspired. There were great people for generations, and she lived in an empty valley.

“Yes!” He knew that the girl in the painting was the one who detoxified the master, but even if saved by the master's style, he wouldn't worry about it. Did the master look at the little girl? No, it's impossible. There's never been a woman within three feet of the master, let alone a child. Hidden thought he was about to be made a little abnormal by the master's attitude.

Wind Wing Xuan stood in front of the painting and stared carefully at the girl in the painting. If he did not truly detoxify himself, he thought it was just a dream. The dream met an elf who made him feel a little distressed.

He was annoyed by this uncontrolled feeling and always felt different. When he came back, he had no medicine to cover his eyes. He truly remembered the girl's words. He no longer feared the monster's eyes, because he knew that there was a girl in the world who was different.

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The darkness of the frontier, full of eyes, is invisible to the yellow sand on the frontier. There is little or no green life here, some are just troops stationed here.

A man in his thirties, dressed in a black robe, stood in this dark yellow sand, looking in the direction of the capital, with guilt and thoughts in his eyes.

“Father, it's late at night, why haven't you rested yet?” A man of fifteen or six years of age in armor walks to a middle-aged man, "is the father worried about the war? The Emperor has ordered the Pluto to recover the situation, and the talents of the Pluto will surely prevail."

“Mo Chong, Father is missing" Blue Jianjun's eyes filled with thoughts.

When he heard the father speak of his sister, the blue ink string was silent. He was respectful to the father, but the only dissatisfaction with the father was that he did not listen to the children's sister, which was the only separation between the father and the son.

“I was just dreaming about your mother, and she blamed me for not loving her, disappointing your mother for her father," Lan Jianjun sighed.

“How's your sister? Why did the father send her to Zhuangzi?" The blue ink string frowned and asked.

“Father is not in the house, it is difficult to ensure that some people are not good at reading children. How can I not love my father when he hasn't been close to me all these years, but she's my child? But the father couldn't let go of Shao Shuan's death, and when he saw Shao Xiao, he thought of Shao Xiao. That's why he was distant." Blue Jianjun remembered those years when he saw himself always looking at himself with wet eyes, but he ignored himself. He didn't dislove himself. At night, when his daughter slept, he used to quietly visit the good daughter, but he loved the child in his heart and resented the child. But now, he knew that he was wrong, he owed his daughter, and his heart was guilty.

“Nowadays, it will be much safer in Zhuangzi, the housekeeper wrote the letter the day before yesterday and said it was very good. I owe it to him." Blue Jianjun's eyes were a little wet. After a few dreams, he knew that he was wrong. It was a child he had long hoped to love, what he had done for so many years.

Blue ink strings want to comfort the father, but the twist feels that the father did wrong to miss the sister, thinking of that poor little sister, Blue ink strings think that the father did a lot wrong, I don't know if going back to Beijing father to make up for the sister will make the sister happy, after all, the sister yearns for the love of the father.

Lan Jianjun did not know that the daughter he wanted to make up for was long dead and deeply unwilling to die.