Qinglian Chronicles

In fact, Zhang Qinglian did not overdo it in the next few days, because he was not in the house many times. Sometimes he would stay in the palace. The frequency was about three or five days. Zhang Qinglian gave her a room. He When not in the house, Hongfeng sleeps in the room.

When Zhang Qinglian came back from the palace, Hong Feng gave him a soup to go in. The result was really scared: Zhang Qinglian was lying on the bed, struggling to apply medicine to himself, unable to understand the dust and the dancing sun. His white and beautiful body twisted into a weird position. The long, scattered black hair was like a scaleless black snake, and the body was dotted with red scars of different shades of petals.

The red phoenix screamed, and the magnetic cymbal "ping" in his hand fell to the ground, smashed and smashed.

The man on the bed froze, maintaining a weird posture and stopping there, as if a dancing butterfly was suddenly made into a dried specimen.

He fell down, his face pressed against his bed, and a trace of sweat licked his jade skin.

"What are you doing?" It was such a sharp tone, slowly struggling to turn over, and some places began to bleed again, "Come on for me!"

The red phoenix seems to have lost the soul of the puppet, step by step to the deeper horizontal bed of light and shadow, and slowly squatted down and took the medicine in his hand. Zhang Qinglian lay on his back and closed his eyes without looking at her, such as jade. The chest is ups and downs, and the body is full of blood and sweat.

The beautiful body, the shameful parts, the scars that can't be tolerated, the red phoenix gently wiped a little bit, as if dealing with delicate and fragile things, applying a little bit of medicine... Her hand trembled more and more The more powerful she was, the more her mother's hand took a piece of broken piece of **** wine from his body, and finally couldn't help but burst into the throat and screamed, his shoulders shaking.

Zhang Qinglian relaxed his body because it was taken out. He relieved his breath and opened his eyes. He said with ridicule: "This single woman can’t stand it? His Majesty is a ninety-five-supreme, soft-hearted, compared to me. What I have received is now a play..."

Hongfeng seems to have been poked a knife, and her body swayed, but her silver teeth bite, but accelerated the work of her men, quickly processed the wounds, did not say a word, got up and went out.

"Slow!" Zhang Qinglian, regardless of the pain, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Shen Sheng said: "You have to do it!"

The red phoenix was pulled, unable to break free, and slowly turned back, it was already bursting into tears: "I am going to kill him... he can't torture you..."

Zhang Qinglian smiled awkwardly: "Kill him? How to kill? Your martial arts today, I am afraid that winning me is not easy, how many masters in the big?"

The red phoenix stared at him, his fingers clenched.

Zhang Qinglian's eyes were soft and she gently pulled her closer. She said softly: "It doesn't matter. In fact, this is not common. Sometimes you make a lot of it when you drink too much. You don't... sad..."

She burst into tears.

Zhang Qinglian pulled her in her arms, warmed her words, and gradually pulled it into the bed. His lips kissed her tears, her lips, and gradually moved to her chest...

When tears and scars turned into a certain kind of flame, Hongfeng did not resist. Although she suffered a little pain, she had the feeling of being purified. At the end of her consciousness before she fell asleep because she was too tired, she thought: I want He said that we are looking for a place where the mountains and rivers are beautiful. Two people are happy to live, not to be officials, nor to see these people... Now he will promise me...

When I woke up, I saw Zhang Qinglian’s smiling face. Although the injury was still not good, he was very happy. His eyes looked at her brightly, so Hongfeng naturally said his thoughts. He did not think he would object. Also said: "Green Tong brother, the previous things, we have forgotten it..."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qinglian changed his face and sneered: "Forgot? You don't have to forget, I can't forget... The single woman is really magnanimous and willing to forget! Unfortunately, I am now under one person, over 10,000 people, why should I go with you? Too poor days? You are just my acolyte. Why do you like this?"

Hong Fengmu stared at him, Zhang Qinglian threw her clothes to her, said coldly: "Get out!"

Red Phoenix returned to his house and soon found Tian Chun and Zhu Xijing were sent to stay at her door, and she was not allowed to leave the door. In the evening, Zhang Qinglian touched her house and forced her. She slightly resisted. He bite her bitely and then fell on her. When she was crazy, she said, "No, you promised to follow. I can't repent..." The voice is as ugly as crying.

Hong Feng later felt that he did not want to think about any more problems. The future, right and wrong, and so on, are already very distant topics.

Life has become an instinct.

Zhang Qinglian didn't want to have her again after that time, even hiding from her, but wherever she went, she seemed to be being monitored.

Until one time, he told her to go in the middle of the night. When she was wearing her clothes, he was in bed, and there was another person on the bed. He was a handsome and beautiful boy. He was breathing under his body, his face was full of color. He was galloping on him, his beautiful long hair was sticking to his body, and he was beautiful in the moonlight. When he saw her, he stopped and smiled at her face: "Hongfeng, you are here, how about this? We Are you playing together?" The unknown teenager underneath also opened his eyes slightly, looking at her in confusion, and even extended a hand.

Hong Feng does not remember whether he screamed or not, whether he has escaped from the road, and does not remember when his heart was broken after a slight bang.

The days are turbid, and it seems that the water is no longer flowing.

She once seemed to want to cheer up and get rid of him, but she just packed up in the room, and he ran in in panic, hugged her from behind, burst into tears and shivered.

He has been very stubborn. When he was very young, he was so badly beaten by the older children that he didn't cry, so she was soft and voluntarily sinking.

Just don't want to, don't want to be fine.

Anyway, I have already found him. The mission of life has been completed. If you don't want to, you can keep it safe and steady.

The peach blossoms are open and thankful, the willows are green and green, and my youthful sorrow is consumed in a year. In this muddy water, it is farther and farther away from the single red phoenix in the past...

Love is actually a very strange disease. The right person, the wrong time, some can be cured, and some become malignant.

The habit is really the most powerful force, his evil deeds, his debauchery, his fragility, his instability, bit by bit... because he can’t leave, he has to get used to...

He loves not to love me, has he loved me, still loves not to love me, and I love him or not, these meaningless questions, I have long since thought.

Something happened later, some were clear and some were vague.

One day, after he came back from the palace, the resident of the house often had a guest named Shao Qing, and his eyes were different every day.

Who is next?

It was the boy named Yao Jinxi. He took a lot of effort to grab him and toss him more than everyone else.

For this game, he has been keen for a long time and enjoys it.

The boy is very poor, but I always feel that his attitude is calm and terrible.

For him, I seem to have quarreled with him. He smiled and asked if I was jealous.

Am I jealous? Did he fall in love with him?

I don't know, I don't think about it anymore.

I am already a shrimp that is only anesthetized by the central nervous system.

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The tragedy is really hard to write, and I am depressed when I write it. So far, the next one is written with some pleasant things, such as the fireplace.