Royal Road

There is a new moon in the sky, and only cold light is in the hospital. The wind whistling, the tree, the shadow, stepped on the cold slate, let it go to sleep, I should wake up at this moment. However, Liang Feng felt that he still got, in the dream.

If it is not a dream, how can he hear this?

The vague songs are floating, not like bamboo flutes, to play small tunes like who people use a Liu whistle. That is indeed a small tone, the sun, the mountains and lakes, and the soldiers of three or three two two people sing. Singing their heroic fearless, singing their silent hometown. Good music.

Just this song, should not appear here. Should not wake up at his dreams.

Liang Feng forgot the woman who followed him, forgot the ice-cold night wind, so stupidly followed the music, walked to the courtyard.

The voice did not stop, fell, and even no longer sang the middle-aged melody, just two paragraphs of the most tenderness, repeatedly.

The heart is a group, and Liang Feng parked outside the wall, clenched the double box, and it seems to want to take himself from a dremold, and go back to the world.

I have never seen this loss of the Lord, and Qingmei is cold and afraid, I can't help the low and low opening: "Lang Lord, the night is deep, the ..."

Her words did not finish, in the courtyard, the flute is abrupt. Liang Peaks shaped, couldn't help but take into the hospital. There is no light fire in the hospital, but that moment, the new moon is washed, and the gallery is reflected. One person shaped, holding a bamboo spring, seemingly got up, some are looking for. The twiddle scorpion should be gray blue, but in this dark night, it seems like a blue lake water, and it is deeply disabled.

In that, there is a doubt, there is surprised, and there is also a troublesome trouble, although there is no words, but it is worthy of thousands of people.

He was locked by the eyes, and Liang Feng was a spirit, wake up from the dream of the gods. However, I haven't thought about it, and the person under the gallery has been going up, and I pulled down the shoulders, wrapped in Liang Feng.

"The main public, how come you?"

The body is warm, just like being in his arms. Liang Peng is looking for a head to leave, this sudden warmth, but let him lose the language. Until I was a few steps, I came to the wind-saving gallery, and he could think of something you want to ask: "What is your blow?"

"It is a bamboo spring." Yu Yan held a reed in hand.

This is not what he wants. Liang Feng shook his head: "This song, where did you learn?"

It's like I will ask, I'm going to say this, I'm said: "It is the main bullet."

Do I have elapsed this song? I played the piano last time, I don't know how long it is, Liang Feng actually can't afford to elapse.

It is like aware of his helial, and Yanyu low voice: "Every part is inquiry, or there is a happy event in the government, you will bomb a few paragraphs. This song, the Lord should love very much."

Simply simple single sentence, like the blurred memories. Liang Fengji, at the time, he just rectified his good Liangfu, every day, the evil-to-life is learning. Playing the piano is also listed there. It's just ancient songs, it is very difficult to practice, and when he will adapt some modern tracks from time to time, take it into it, and play it. Just such a track, he will not play in front of others, heard, may have only green bamboo, and this person in front of it.

However, so many broken movements, why he only remembers this, still blowing it today.

This is a coincidence. Liang Feng closed his eyes and felt tired again. I blame the dream to let him lose self-control.

"Nothing. I just listened to the night, come over and see." It's going back, and he should not play again. Liang Feng wants to say something, leaving the body face.

However, Yu Yanfeng is a wrinkle, suddenly said: "The main public is worried about the city?"

Liang Feng's words were again cardd in the throat, half-awaited: "It is just a rogue, you have a town, why is it worried?"

"In the planning of Zhang Guanjun, it did not count in the city."

The voice of Yan Yan is not big, but it is like a thunder, and it is straight to the bottom of Liang Feng. His arm trembled. Yes, several of the counseling of the same day, the word did not mention the people. How many people are there now? It was that it was in the past, and it should be not much. However, Duan Shi is still able to take eight thousand women, how much will this bonus, will it take?

That is thousands of innocent life!

He didn't ask, did not say, no calculation. This is not he can save. The world is chaotic, where is it not a creative charcoal? As a commander, I should see people to see the virtual numbers, see the chess pieces on the board. If so, how can I dominate? Even if the "Three Kingdoms Romance", Liuhuang Shu, which is full of tears, is not also a woman who is abandoned. He has only one state, and the soldiers are less than 30,000, what can you do?

In order to make a big plan, he should be able to attack the city in planning. Only more sites are careful, and those who can replace those chaos. Just like this.

He knows that he is understanding, but the things are in the heart, throw him not to be in the night, sleep hard. Maybe there may be a day, he can change these "weak points", become good and cold, as other people. But at that time, or he himself?

Looking at the sudden pale face, Yu Yan only felt the heart and screamed, couldn't help but hear: "I can send troops in advance. I have not completely destroyed the city, I can expel them. So can save more More people ... "

Liang Feng raised his head, but the mouth opened, but did not answer. That is too risky, after all, there is a trip, no one can arrive just right. If it is inadvertent, even the Shou, the soldiers and horses, and there must be in the crisis. This is a war, not a rescue action, how can you play?

That pair stares in your own black, there are struggles, there is something, there is a rare tragic and angry. Yan Yan is like being like being like, reached out, and stressing the smooth and cold cheeks: "I can do it. Can save more ... As long as the main public is here ..."

His voice is getting lower and closer, getting closer, becoming whispering. The slight shaking lips, sticked to another thin lips, such as falling feathers.

Liang Feng stasted. I don't know if I was confusing by the blue, or I was touched by the discourse. He didn't break. The touches on the lips are so pure, devout unlike a kiss. However, the hand in the face is reversed, hot rolling, foot can comfort the winter night ice.

He is eager for this temperature.

I don't know who is to move, then the kiss becomes deep. The next tooth is smashed by the tip of the tongue, hooked at one place, sucking it, like a tootion of the other. The heavy nose was sprayed on the surface, with anxiety and enthusiasm. One hand slipped down, pressed on the back of the ridge, and crushed it, it seems to be in bone blood.

Liang Feng shakes up, not from autonomous. I have been hiding in the body and eager to transpise. He wants this, you want to make the back of the spine, and the tremble. There is something called, let him want to make a knees. He vacated too long, depressed too long, as long as a little spark, you can ignite. All this is a good job, because the man sacrifices usually, it is sent to him ...

Percutiveness. Liang Feng breathed a cold. The kiss is too fierce, bites somewhere on the lips, and let the inexpensive rational rational rational is home.

Liang Feng stopped the lingering lip, and he was back, whispered: "!"

He didn't call the word, and this breathed, it was like a head, stopped the movement of the other party. He Yan stopped the action, he was also shaking, shaking more violently. It's like burning aircraft, brach fever. But he still stopped, his nose is disordered, low and low: "The Lord ..."

That sound is pleaded, and it is almost suppressed. It is just that , is enough to make people's ear. However, Liang Feng still biting the teeth and withdraws back: "Let go!"

"Lord, you also think ..." How can I let go? " Dreaming for so long, now is in the absence, eager response. How can he hicked?

Does he think? It's going to shake, but Liang Feng is firmly opened.

,, Can he bear it? The tooth giggling, the pair of blue rumors, the resentment.

Liang Feng saw it. That a look, it is like a wolf in the moonlight, and it is flashing. Of course, I can't bear it. He loves him. Any fanatic love is exclusive, row him, not dead. If they are the monarch, this balance can still be guarded. And if he lets step, love is enough to let any reason, and it will not be able to follow.

They can't go further. Only because of Liang Feng himself, it is not that kind of person who can give promises.

After breaking away the opponent's embrace, Liang Feng wants to turn around, but one hand is slammed. That person is so hard, almost a paragraph of his wrist fracture.

"Lord!" In the call of Yu Yan, brought a tribon. This is not any past, he knows if he is loose, everything has to be smoked.

I have to bear the pain on the wrist, and the Liang Feng gatters the teeth: "Let me let go!"

A knife is in something between two people. He is big, as long as he thinks, no one can break free from his hands. However, the slim wrist is smashed out, and he slipped from the shoulder and fell. Liang Peak didn't return, and it took out.

The moonlight is like suddenly hidden into the cloud, four wild paint black, cold people. Yusheng is so wood, standing in the courtyard, moving.