All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

"Grandpa. [fei su zw26nbsp;]" Qiyin called Old Master Yan, and followed his guidance, sat on the seat below his main seat, with a faint smile on his face all the time, without any other emotions.

Suddenly, I felt that imitating Xiao Jingchen's pretending to be deep, could really calm down many people, making everyone unable to figure out her thoughts, and I could also be a bystander, seeing everything more thoroughly.

When Yan Weile saw Qiyin's eyes, a look of sadness flashed across his eyes. He obviously passed by just now, and the distance was so close, but it gave him a feeling that he would never be able to communicate with each other so far away.

The current her is too incomprehensible, like a burst of green smoke, she will disappear in the blink of an eye, no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to hold her in your arms...

But he couldn't bear to lose her. This feeling was really worrying and uncomfortable, as if a corner of his heart was missing, and he was in pain.

No matter what, he had to find a way to win back her heart. Yan Weile's drooping eyes were stained with firmness, and he raised his head to look at her again, and she just raised her head. The smile faded away, so flat that there was no emotion.

"The bride has arrived."

Xipo’s shrill voice came from outside, and a maid could be seen helping Zhong Lingxiu in the wedding gown to enter the door, but unlike other brides, she didn’t have a red hijab on her head, which was said to be According to the tradition of the Shengyuan Dynasty, no matter how favored a concubine is, she cannot cover her face with a red scarf when she is brought into the mansion, so it is a respect for the main family, and it also reminds them that a concubine will always be a concubine and cannot have a heart of overreach.

Qiyin took a look, and when she looked away, she saw Luo Qiyuan standing up a little angrily below him. He had a tense face and was unhappy, but was forced to sit back in his seat by Luo Zhongxing, his eyes full of worry He looked at her eagerly, eager to get her response.

Qi Yuan, he is also here.

Qiyin smiled at him, trying to comfort him. She hadn't seen Luo Qiyuan since the riot. She was very grateful to the young master for his kindness to her, but when complicated feelings arose, she never saw him again. He can't do what he did before, he can do everything without any scruples, and he is not afraid to make the world upside down with the young master.

Now she is scared, really scared, seeing Luo Qiyuan out of control that day, even if she wanted to pretend to be stupid, she couldn't do it.

Xi Po's fat waist must be twisted into twists before she is willing to be reconciled, her facial features are twisted so much that her eye lines are twisted together, like a chrysanthemum, wrinkled, but extraordinarily brilliant.

Zhong Lingxiu stepped over the threshold and came in. She was dressed in a red wedding dress, which made her peerless face even more charming. She lowered her head and smiled softly from the corners of her mouth, which could even charm the hearts of all the men present.

The calm surface of the lake seemed to be boiled because of Zhong Lingxiu's arrival.

"It's really beautiful." The lowered voice still reached everyone's ears.

"I heard that Zhong Lingxiu is General Yan's childhood sweetheart. I don't know if it's true?" Compared with the ever-favored Concubine Ruan in the palace, it's no wonder that this appearance is even better than that. Yan Weile was completely fascinated.

"I know this……"

So people in the know, triumphantly, began to whisper to some gossip-loving bureaucrats.

Old Master Yan looked at Zhong Lingxiu and frowned, with a coquettish look on his face. As long as he thought that this woman had been fascinated by his grandson for so many years and still wouldn't give up, his anger would surge upwards.

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