Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter

While walking, I was a little uneasy. When bidding farewell, Grandpa and his uncle's inquiring eyes, and the meaningful smile, made her feel guilty, a little thief, and was caught on the spot.

She can ignore Wang Yiping's sinister gaze and silent condemnation, but she can't face grandfather and uncle calmly.

If they know that all this tonight, they are carefully designed to deal with Wang Yiping's trap, will they be disappointed with themselves? After all, I am only a 12-year-old child. My mind is so evil and embarrassing that I really can't accept it.

But this is not the case. It is self-destruction. It doesn't matter if you die, but what about grandpa and uncle, aunt, and younger brothers?

For loved ones, purple, you can't soften your hands. The Tibetan Bodhisattva said: "I don't go to hell, who is going to hell?" Let me go to hell.

Purple gnashing teeth, stepping into the footsteps of Mu Yingrui's study, more and more firm.

Besides, Mu Yingrui, holding the water into the study room, put her in the study bed where she usually rests.

Seeing the water sitting on the bed with sorrow, slightly closed eyes, slightly bent with the mouth of the mouth, kept breathing in it, the body trembled, as soft and helpless as the leaves in the wind, a pair of long eyelashes, like a row of fans, Projected at the lower eyelid.

Two drops of small teardrops, like crystal clear crystals, hang on the palm-sized face of a girl who is as white as snow and slips like a cream.

Because of the closeness, I can smell the faint, refreshing mint flavor in the girl's mouth; I can see the fluff of the chu **** the girl's face.

The pair of snow peaks that were tightly stretched under the translucent red sari, looming, with the girl's rapid asthma, kept undulating, like a pair of fiery red balls.

In the middle of the circle, the pink bead is as beautiful and seductive as the petals that are first opened. The slender and soft waist, like the willow branches in March, swaying all kinds of styles, even the small lotus feet are silent. The land is enchanting and makes a seductive invitation.

When Mu Yingrui saw it, the peach eyes became dark and dark, and they only felt dry and short of breath, and the whole body blood boiled up, rushing to somewhere in the lower body...

Mu Yingrui is not a "small tender chicken" that doesn't care about the world. He has been involved in flowers, almost everything has been experienced. It is too easy to surrender the little girl like water and pity.

Naturally, I took the water and the soft hand, and asked softly, "How are you? How can you breathe like this? How can I relieve your pain?"

Water pity was originally born in the bureaucracy, but now it has been in the "Chuya Pavilion", staying for a while, men have any thoughts, of course, can see at a glance, but also know how to grasp the size.

Immediately, I was so shy and smacked my little hand, and panting and screaming: "The slave... the slave has ... medicine, troubles the lord... people... take it..."

When the voice just fell, I saw Ziyou coming in. Holding a small porcelain bottle, I poured out a pill and put it into the mouth of the water.

Then I said to Mu Yingrui with sympathy: "I have asthma, I can't be cold, I can touch the pollen. But she heard that her daughter rehearsed songs and dances. It is a Mid-Autumn gift for the elders. It just needs three people. If the girls did not dance, they insisted on participating. I advised her not to participate because the wind was strong at night and in the garden; but she did not listen, saying that she had no relatives, my loved ones, her Relatives, she has nothing to give, dance a dance, can bring laughter to the elders, it should be."...

Do you have a gift? If there is, I will add another chapter at night.