Reborn Spoiled Ming Wangfei

Many soldiers in black armor marched down the road, marching like a giant dragon in yellow, wriggling around the white fields. Tens of millions of people, from close and distant to sandy sounds like countless creek whispers.

At the forefront of the army, the black horses sat several leading figures.

Wind Wing Xuan strikes a pure black gown to outline a long and robust body, a pair of eyes as deep as a thousand ancient wells, except in front of his own people, he still concealed the color of his eyes, not afraid of the eyes and gossip of others, but did not want someone to do an article with it, those eyes as if they could suck in the soul of man, the nose like hook, thin lips like ju, white jade skin as if condensed a layer of frost, the whole man like the snow lotus on the iceberg, noble and cold, as if condensed all brazenness in the heavens and the earth, everything in the world lost all color before him.

Dark in black, his face smelled cold, and he looked carefully at the wind and moaned in his heart. Since the night he didn't find the girl, the smell around the master has become even more horrible, his subordinate is so pathetic.

Blue Jianjun was wearing hard armor, and the years did not leave many harsh marks on his face, but the white hair in the corner revealed that his life was not very good.

Blue ink strings wearing white armor, such as ink's long hair diagonally dispersed, don't have a lazy divine rhyme, that warm face with a signature smile, always gives a warm feeling, as if it can disperse this cold and hard army smell, like sunshine to moisturize every dry and cold soul.

“Father, after five years, I can finally go back. I don't know if my sister has grown tall." Blue ink string looked in the direction of the capital and I missed my sister.

“My father has informed the butler to bring the child back, and my father will surely take good care of her in the future." Blue Jianjun also missed his forgotten daughter at this time, thinking that in the future, he will surely hold her in the palm of his hand in Beijing City, and will never let her show that enviable look again.

Blue ink strings sighed, and even after all these years, he couldn't talk to his father about his sister. Remember when a mother misses her sister, she always says to herself in the afternoon of sunshine, "Ink strings, you must protect your sister well in the future”. Now that the mother has passed away for many years, but the mother's words are still in her ear. Now that she has her own abilities, she can protect her children and sister in the future. The mother, the child will protect her children and sister.

Lan Jianjun looked at his silent son with a little helplessness in his heart. He also knew that he had made a mistake. He just didn't know if he would forgive himself in the future. The one who always peeked at himself in the corner and looked at his daughter with the eyes that yearned for the love of the father or whether he was just as eager for the love of the father.

Wind Wing Xuan and Dark One both heard the words of the Blue family father and son. Although Wing Xuan has been a king in the past few years, the relationship between several people is still good. Especially now the blue ink strings are also working under the wind, and the dark first class are also brothers. Every lonely night on the frontier, a few people and a few other generals were always drinking in a wine pit, and when blue ink strings were drunk, they would always tell his sister over and over again about that cute, poor little girl.

Perhaps a lot, although no one has said anything, there is also a lot of pity for the sister who has not seen blue ink strings. After all, such an innocent little girl is cold and pathetic because of the absurdity.