Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

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Shanwu didn't know the specific reason why the elders were under house arrest here, and he didn't dare to investigate.

Under the pressure of men, they dare not tell lies.

Step on, step on, step on.

A slight footstep pierced the wind through the ears and approached her slowly.

Seeing the man's black brocade boots appearing in the field of vision, Shanwu's forehead exuded fine cold sweat.

The man's footsteps did not stop, passing over her.

Good dance eyelashes fluttered, the last one gritted her teeth, and got up to follow, "Young Master?"

"Do your part, don't cross the border." The man didn't look back at her, but said something lightly, his tone indifferent.

He was telling her that he didn't care how much she was seen or heard, let alone expose his nature in front of people.

His bottom line is only one point, don't cross the border.

Shanwu would like to ask, so was the elder punished because he crossed the border?

After the man had gone, she did not have the courage to ask.

On the day of the dinner, red beans were eaten by one's own. Seventy-seven was not there. The delicious food had tasted the same chew wax in the mouth, and had no appetite.

After just a few bites, red beans left chopsticks.

In my head, the back is always the same when I left in the evening.

Depressed, gloomy, and stiff, it seems to be hiding his heart.

"Obviously, it was okay at first. Why did you suddenly be unhappy? Who did you learn from the uneasy temperament?" Sitting on the stairs of Dongxiangyuan, admiring the bright moon breeze, Hongdou's little mouth was stubbornly tall.

Hey, why do n’t you say that you are not happy, and you have learned to “leave and run away”.

The moon is hanging high above the sky, is that guy left for more than two hours and almost three hours?

Not yet back.

Yawning frequently, leaning on the pillars behind the porch, Red Beans eyelids couldn't help falling, "It's getting worse and worse ... Waiting for you to come back, you must twist your ears, smelly boy, owe lessons ... What's not happy? ... can't tell my sister ... "

Not far from the shadows of the stone steps, a figure stood against the wall, quietly, eyes hanging down, listening to the girl's mouth over there.

Until the countdown stopped and there was no movement, he stood up straight and came out of the shadow.

The footsteps were silent, and she quietly stopped in front of the girl, watching her eyes forbearing complexity.

The moonlight was quiet, softly and softly on the girl's face, apparently ordinary features, but still kept him from looking away.

Squatting slowly in front of her, her eyes slowly wondering, nostalgic, obsessed.

Finally, it was uncontrollable, and fell on her pink lips, her eyes darkened.

sister?

Between him and her, she was the only one, always holding the identity of her sister.

And he has never regarded himself as his younger brother until now.

The future is even more impossible.

"From the moment you secretly beat a stick in your palm to protect me ..." I classify you as something to be guarded alone in the future.

"So you remember, I thought you forgot." The woman leaning on the porch suddenly opened her eyes with a smile.

The moment she opened her eyes, he quickly gathered all the emotions in his eyes.

Quietly staring at her, everything is as usual.

Qu Flicked her forehead. "I always remember that it was you who forget."

The woman groaned over her forehead, "Don't you want to be cleaned up, dare to commit the crime!"

"Well, come and pack me." He raised his lips and hugged her while the girl was caught off guard.

"Hey, what are you doing on July 7th, let me down!" Red beans rushed into the brain, and the dead boy really couldn't get used to it, now it's getting easier for her to hold her like this.

That's when Dad hugs his mother!

(End of this chapter)