Her Heartless Evil Man

But no matter how good the dance is, there are times to stop. When the song ends and the girls and boys disperse for a moment, there is only a bonfire in front of me except for the shining bonfire.

In a trance, this blank makes me look forward to the next program. I pay attention to it, but there is still only the prosperous fire on the venue.

Just when everyone was secretly looking forward to it, I suddenly heard the song. It was a woman's voice. I saw a woman walking Tingting from the bonfires in the distance. A long light yarn was wrapped around her arms. The light yarn moved with the wind and extended behind her, making her look like a fairy, but her face was blocked by the light yarn, It makes you want to guess who she is.

Surprised by her beauty, but also shocked by her singing, there is such a good song in the world. The song is like a yellow warbler, like a flowing water. It makes people lose their soul and etch their bones. People are only willing to drown in the song and don't want to rise again.

I looked at her, vaguely familiar with the voice, as if I had heard it, and then I remembered, but was she? Is it the flower like Qige who saved me at noon?

I stared at her without blinking. I really wanted to see what was behind the veil?

The beauty is here, the heart has been led, and the man's heart has finally been captured by her. Yes, it must be her.

I stood up, I walked gently towards her, and how many people looked at it. Let's see. I ignored it, and I didn't care. I just wanted to confirm. I wanted to know whether she was in my heart or not.

Before the campfire, the jade arm exposed outside the sleeve was like a white lotus root, which people couldn't help but want to hold her.

The singing remained the same. Just half a step away from her, I stopped. I continued to listen to her singing, "there is no lover in the landscape. Don't say where the flowers bloom in the world, you are the attachment of the flowers..."

Yes, I am a butterfly, and the butterfly loves flowers most

When the singing stopped, the gauze was blowing gently in the wind. In a trance, I saw her purplish red lips, which made me want to pick them. But there are so many people on this occasion. How can I be so abrupt, beauty.

With a sweep of her hand, some were overbearing and some were wild. In an instant, the veil floated behind her, inch by inch, and then I saw the plum blossom. I grabbed her hand with forgetfulness. There were some cold. In such a summer, her hand was still so cold. Siwei stopped at this moment, and I suddenly picked her up, I strode towards my seat without thinking.

She earned a little, but she couldn't earn my strength in the end. The injury to her chest was like nothing to me at all.

I don't even know how I took her to my seat. I just feel like I'm in a dream. She doesn't seem to be a real person, but the plum blossom makes me believe in her existence.

Some people in the crowd are whistling and cheering. Are they laughing at my overbearing? I've lived sixteen years. For the first time, I'm so domineering over a woman. I don't care. I just want her.

Put her down and sit beside me. When she left quietly from my arms, I had an unspeakable sense of loss. Then I saw Bayar coming out of the crowd, "big Khan, this is a gift from Bayar to the little prince. Please accept it."

These words surprised me. Why, why was she given to me like this? Her identity is really humble. Bayar must treat her like a slave.

Holding her hand tighter, looking at the way she lowered her head at this time, more shy, but also more pitiful.

I laughed loudly, "brother Bayar, I thank turdan for getting this beauty." with a fist, I have announced my status to everyone present, and I will be my woman from now on.

There was applause and cheers, and then song and dance rose again, but there was no one else in my eyes except its style. He took a glass of wine and gently sent it to her. "Come on, have a glass of wine and warm up."

She was stunned. She felt a little flustered. Her face was even more red by the campfire.

I suddenly picked her up again. She trembled in my arms like a little rabbit. Then I saw her eyes wandering in the crowd, as if looking for someone who could save her.

However, how can I let go? Even if I really didn't fall in love with her, Uncle Wu Zhe's words won't let me let her go.

I will be kind to her, because she is the most beautiful flower in my heart

Her elegance, her fragrance, all let me move and fascinate me. For the first time in my life, I fell in love with a woman.

I held her and left in full view of the public. When I left briskly, I seemed to hear the low call of my father Khan, but I couldn't care. I just wanted to hold her to a place where there was no one. The world of two people is the most beautiful.

Holding her on the back of the horse, she leaned weakly against me. The soft body touched my wound. It hurt a little. I bit my teeth. I don't want to be so delicate in front of my woman.

The horse walked slowly on the grassland, facing the evening wind, smelling her body fragrance, and a kind of intoxication hit her heart. The horse walked farther and farther away, and was far away from the crowd. Lengcang boy must know what to do and don't follow, otherwise I will make him look good tomorrow.

I calculated that I would take her to see the stars and the moon and have a night that only belongs to me and her.

I fell in love with her when I played the leaf song. I know I really fell in love with her.

On horseback, she seemed a little cramped in front of my chest. She deliberately wanted to avoid contact with my body. She felt warm in her heart because she knew my injury, so she didn't want to hurt my wound again.

That night, I held her, sat on the boundless grass, looked at the moon, counted the stars, and then let the dew quietly wet our clothes. She seldom spoke. She just listened to me silently. Whenever I talked about the rise, she would smile faintly. That look made me intoxicated. I know that I can't let her go in this life.

I took her back to my yurt. Bayar said she was the woman he gave me. In that case, she only had the reason to live with me. I didn't want to let her leave. She was gentle like a lamb. In the morning, I took her back to my yurt, put her in my Bed Tent and kissed the tip of her nose. She seemed to tremble, But finally did not refuse.

But I can't bear it. I don't want to pick a flower so soon. Her bud is just beginning to bloom. I'll wait for her. When she gets used to me, I'll give her everything I have.

For three or two days, I fell asleep embracing each other like this. In addition to smelling her fragrance, I didn't get more rectangular. What an unbearable thing it is for normal me.

In the meantime, e Niang once came to me. She said she opposed me to accept Qiqige. She said that qinwa should be my imperial concubine. I said a little tough: "if I leave Qige, I won't want qinwa all my life." Niang finally softened down, but the only condition for her Softness is that I must take qinwa.

I promised. I'm the future sweat of baruchi. There's nothing wrong with three wives and four concubines. I just don't want to pick my own flowers at present.

Father Khan didn't say anything, but from his faint and dignified expression, I have guessed that he seems to dislike his style. In fact, I know best because of the plum blossom on his forehead and the relic given to me by Uncle Zhang wuzhe.

But I just want to make him angry. It seems that I want to revenge the helplessness when I was young.

Occasionally, father Khan sighed, but he didn't say anything.

I've known him for three days, but I often think it's not true. And I didn't even give her any name. She was from Bayar. I don't know what kind of name to give her.

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In the evening, when I came back facing the sunset, I saw someone in front of the door from a distance, but it could not be Lengcang, because he was still riding slowly behind me. Closer and closer, I looked up. I didn't think that the one standing in front of the door was actually his style.

With a clear smile, she waved her hand. She was waiting for my return. I rushed over, held her hand and walked into the yurt together, as if I had been husband and wife for many years.

The dinner on the table has already been arranged, and the whole plate of roast mutton is still steaming. She must have calculated the time for me to come back. She is like the little daughter-in-law, and suddenly makes me feel a kind of warmth of home.

That night, I don't know why. She in my arms just had some uneasiness. She always rubbed lightly in my arms, as if she were lighting a fire.

Unconsciously, she turned and was facing me. There was a soft touch on her chest touching my body. The wound still had some faint pain, but it couldn't resist her exhalation. My lips gently touched her lips, so soft and fragrant. She was a little nervous, but I was more nervous. This is my first time.

I'm really afraid I hurt her and let her hurt. In fact, it's my pain.

Let the kiss extend from the lips. The light entanglement of the tongue has completely ignited the flame on me. I really want to burn myself out.

Such a deep kiss seems to peel the air into a vacuum, with some trembling and sprouting emotions.

When the lips light away from her, there is a loss. In the gap, I blow out the candles on the table far away. In the dark, the world between me and her is beautiful.

Love is not only desire, but also a desire and warmth to hug each other tightly.

Three days, it seems a little fast, but it's a long wait for me.

Her ignition made me want her that night.