Originally only wanted to give a wedding sacrament, but didn't think of it in exchange for so much attention, Monsanto Elm lifted his eyes and glanced at the man quickly, in a complicated mood. These people are ideally suited to their brothers, both in their families and in their character, and they are not randomly chosen. But that's why she's even stranger. What is it that a man does? Is it to appease your father, or do you really like your brother's talent? Or... do these women have a problem?
The so-called 'less wives and husbands’, and vice versa, will harm all the doors. If you accidentally marry a woman you shouldn't marry as the future head of the family, the Meng family will surely fail.
Thinking of this, Monsanto Elm looked at the list from scratch and didn't dare to miss a word.
Zhou Wudi observed her reaction herself. Her eyebrows were slightly blurred. Her eyes were alert. Her lips, which were slightly overhanging, unwittingly turned into a straight line. Her expression appeared very heavy. Half without the joy she had expected. Her fierce heart was like being thrown cold water and her cheeks cracked open a bloody wound.
Why do mulberry elms always speculate on my heart from the darkest angle? Why should I use such an awkward subtotal to calculate the Meng family? The big hand wrapped around the waist of the mulberry elm clenched into fists, Zhou Wu Emperor's deep eyes darkened, interwoven with anger, remorse and panic. A mulberry elm so strong that he couldn't do it. If... if it's time to go back three years, how good would it be? He will surely cherish everything he ever had.
Loosen the mulberry elm, he helped his forehead grin, and said softly, “Go look around, I'm going to read the fold.” Even with a mulberry elm in his arms, he felt the silence in his heart.
I felt that the man's tone was a bit gloomy. Monsanto Elm hurried up and sat beside him by the rules. From time to time, he measured his side face with the light of the corner of his eyes, but he could no longer exchange the man's retrospective. Not knowing if it was her delusion, she saw a bit of decadence in the other person's tight eyebrows and dark eyes. Did something just happen? Or did you make him uncomfortable?
Monsanto Elm darkened herself and put the list aside, ready to send someone to check it out the next time her mother entered the palace.
Glimpsing her movements, Zhou Wudi's heart was filled with bitterness. Just go find out for herself. How can she be relieved after my hand? I am looking for these situations at the moment, I can't blame anyone! Holding the pen in his hand, he forced himself to put all his mind into government.
The two of them did each other a favor, quiet and strange in the hall, and the initial warmth and harmony were replaced by indifference and alienation. The more so, the more fearful Zhou Wu Emperor's heart is. Unless there was a stake, he could not expect the elm to come close to him, as if it were a gust of wind, and he could not grasp her by any means with his five fingers together.
What am I supposed to do with her? Distressed to put down the pen, Zhou Wudi leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed the pain in the forehead corner.
“That's it for today. Go back.” Putting the handled folds aside, his brows slightly dimmed and his voice restored its previous gentleness. No matter how many negative emotions are in his heart, he cannot vent into the elm.
“The concubine then withdrew.” Monsanto Elm put his pen on hold, stood up and bowed his knees for the salute. She can feel the fluctuating mood of a man, and it's good to go early.
“I mean, I'm going back to Bituo Palace with you.” Zhou Wudi frowned and clasped her fingers in the front. After last night, he didn't want to live alone in a cold, empty, dry temple. He wanted to go back to the way he used to live with Po. Mulberry was cold and alienated from him. If he didn't keep a close eye on her, his inner panic would turn into a beast of manhood.
At the moment of skin patching, he sighed contentedly and all the negative emotions were soothed by the palm of his palm.
Meng Sang Yu froze and smiled softly, pulling his hand, "Let's go back.” The man seemed a little spirited and seemed more comfortable. Until her father retreated smoothly, she needed the favor of a man and naturally would not push him out.
“Okay.” Zhou Wudi smiled with his lips and walked in the snow, one footprint at a time.