The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Since then, the conversation has ended.

Xuanjing walked out of the study and looked out at the sky.

When I first arrived, the sun was still shining.

In the blink of an eye, the sky sank again.

Tick, tick.

Drops of rain fall on the delicate hands of the bone joint.

Next to Kim Il opened the round paper umbrella.

Come with me to Jing-jing. Talk.

“Prince, it's raining. ”

It's really bad to look at the sky.

It was raining in the city, and it was raining more than half the time he came here.

But he was in a good mood.

The lips gradually pulled up a smile, and the southerly king of the town, who was in a good mood to fight side by side, could see it.

Then Ouyang Yu opened his eyes.

Ten miles in Qingzhou for a woman, still laughing.

Ouyang Yu, a man who has led the war for many years, is incomprehensible.

For him, always ready to win the next war.

Returning the brothers who marched with him from the battlefield was what he had in mind.

Anything else, nothing useful.

As I was thinking, a guard next to me walked up and held his fist in his hand and opened his mouth.

“Your Highness, Princess Su Yan is here. ”

Jing Jing was supposed to leave. After hearing the guard, his footsteps stopped.

He stood there, looking out at the sky.

I don't know, I thought he was waiting for the rain to stop.

Ouyang Yu's gaze swept through the view again.

His face was cold and hard, and all of a sudden he spewed a few words.

“Perhaps I look up to you. ”

He didn't use the word Ben.

Jing Jing listened to him and his eyelids moved.

The corners of your lips snap up and you're still smiling.

Gentle and polite, never changed.

Ouyang Yu's eyes looked at Tick-tock and Tick-tock at the next endless courtyard.

He asked.

“That year, you guarded Upper Palace. ”

He paused, followed by another sentence.

“Happy, just lucky. ”

After that, Ouyang Yu stopped saying anything.

Hands behind your back, standing in a black robe in the hallway.

Cold enough to get close.

The view reached out and picked up the raindrops that dripped down the roof.

That's half a noise. Just one word.

“It's not luck to hold on to Upper Palace.

It's luck to meet her. ”

When I was talking,

Jing Jing's eyebrows moved a little and the smile deepened in her lips.

He reached out and took the round paper umbrella in Kim's hand and walked out of the roof.

Ouyang Yu looked at the man in white, strolled in the rain and walked towards the shadow.

I don't know when, there were two more people in the yard.

One wears a light yellow shirt and walks out without saying a word.

Two meters behind him, followed by a woman, carefully followed.

Just looking at this is like the evil Lord deceiving a good servant.

I dared not breathe even to make that girl breathe. I was afraid not to.

Jing Jing quickly walked two steps, one holding the arm of the person in front of him.

Pull people down to their umbrellas.

Results...

Pfft.

The umbrella was knocked out.

With no expression on her face, she pushed the person away directly by holding her hand in the heart position of Xuanjing.

The umbrella fell in the grass next to it.

The two stood against each other.

The smile on Jing Jing's face stifled.

Dark eyes, half-sounding openings

“Your Highness? ”

Su Yan stared at the view for a while before realizing what he had just done.

She took her hand back and stood there.

Very annoying.

Try to keep it down. Open up.

“Don't talk to me. ”

The view was stunned.

White robes are always wet with rain.

After that, she turned around and continued to go outside.

Just walking and stopping.

She glanced at the umbrella that had fallen on the grass.