The Evil Wife’s Wild Husband

Ouyang Lingge did not stay in the palace for three days. Even if Murong Qin was very dissatisfied with this, he still looked for people in the street with a few low-key guards, but he was always looking for people. Go to the figure you want to see.

How bad his mood is, he doesn't have to say it. Although he is very measured, he has not lost the basic number of gifts in the palace, but he is really uninterested in this palace feast.

"Don son, where are you going? For a while, General Murong should come."

Ouyang Lingge frowned. "It’s still early, go to the Royal Garden."

Xiao Shi looked at his back and sighed and reluctantly followed.

At this time, the men in the harem are busy dressing up, ready to participate in the palace feast for a while, there is Ouyang Lingge, at the banquet, naturally, there must be no male beggars.

So now there is no one in the Royal Garden, Ouyang Lingge is very satisfied with this quiet, but the heart is still depressed.

"What is Your Royal Highness doing?"

"It seems to be sleeping."

"Nonsense, it is clear that you are thinking."

"Oh, what do you do with him? Anyway, His Royal Highness is so charming no matter what he does."

"Oh... I didn’t know who was allegedly dissatisfied with His Royal Highness!"

"I don't know that His Royal Highness is so powerful! I am really happy to die."

The three palaces were together and looked at each other in a straight line.

Ouyang Lingge was disturbed by their discussion, and they came back to God. They couldn’t help but look up in the direction they were paying attention to, and they were instantly in the same place.

Under the osmanthus tree in the distance, the wind is lazily leaning against the trunk, and it is like sleeping in a closed eye. A pale yellow osmanthus falls in the wind, silently falling on her hair and clothes, quietly The picture is so beautiful that people can't bear to break.

Ouyang Ling glanced at it and then walked over like a demon.

The three palace servants found him, but they did not dare to stop.

Feeling the footsteps approached, Feng Lingyi first ignored it, until Ouyang Lingge stepped into the area under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, she opened her eyes, and some unhappy eyes fell on the face of Ouyang Lingge.

Ouyang Lingge looked at her, her eyes involuntarily revealed tears, her lips trembled, and the voice brought a hint of whimper, "Xie sister..."

Feng Ling picked up his eyebrows and met her? This carefully looked at Ouyang Lingge, and then could not help but frown.

In Feng Lingxi’s memory, the most profound is love and hate, the love of Ouyang Lingge, the hatred of Fengqi, although the wind is reborn, throwing those memories in a corner of my heart, but it does not mean forgetting. When you really want to think about it, those memories will clearly emerge.

Therefore, Feng Linghao naturally remembers Ouyang Lingge, but it is just remembering that Feng Lingxi is already dead. Feng Lingying will not inherit her feelings. Therefore, for her, Ouyang Lingge is just a kind of understanding. The stranger, and the stranger gave her the impression is not very good, too weak, weak enough to just insist on the courage to wait for happiness in the place.

I didn't care about it before. At this time, I saw Ouyang Lingge, she remembered it. It seems that Ouyang Lingge was the first beauty of Fengtianguo.

But she did not see how her family was cute.

Seeing the wind and the wind just watching him quietly, Ouyang Lingge's face is not white, her eyes are too calm, calm enough to only look around, calm to make him feel cold.

Why is she so indifferent? Did she really forget him?

Ouyang Lingge tightened his hands and nails pierced his palms. The pain was not enough.

Ouyang Ling's eyes are only windy, and the little waiter behind him is staring at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and climbing out a soft little doll.

A pair of white tender and tender fleshy little claws caught the windy clothes, and the little steamed bun looked up at her, softly shouting, "Mother..."

Feng Ling picked him up and looked at his bright eyes. He felt funny in his heart. He couldn’t help but pat him on his little buttocks. The little things were ghosts and ghosts. Just now, "Goats and sheep... sheep and sheep..." Called cheerfully, but now suddenly spit out so clearly, to say that it is not intentional, who believes?

Ouyang Ling glanced at the little buns holding the windy neck, smiled and smiled, and looked at the wind and gently reached out and threw away the sweet-scented osmanthus that was stained on the little buns. Looking at the phoenix that was carved out by almost a mold, he took two steps back incredulously. If it wasn't for the small waiter behind him, he would help him quickly. It is estimated that he had fallen to the ground.

The blood on the face of Ouyang Lingge was so clean that it was pale and scary. She said that this life is only his.

Feng Ling glanced at him and ignored it. Ouyang Lingge had nothing to do with her.

Feng Lingxi is already dead, because Ouyang Lingge resolutely draws a clear line and clears the relationship. Feng Lingxi is disheartened and unrequited. When he is assassinated, he is spirited and has no struggle to survive. Desire, death is inevitable.

In the view of the wind, Ouyang Lingge will be so ruthless to Feng Lingxi, all because Feng Lingxi is too ruthless to him. In addition to this man, there is nothing in his heart, even the hatred of Fengqi for many years. Can be put down.

Ouyang Lingge didn't have the courage to confront her mother, but she could hurt Feng Lingxi again and again, not to cherish Feng Lingxi, no matter what he did, as long as he turned back, Feng Ling Xi must still be in the original Waiting for him, so he is not afraid.

The emotional entanglement between Ouyang Lingge and Feng Lingxi has ended with the death of Feng Lingxi, and it was Ouyang Lingge who chose to end this relationship. Now, no matter what the consequences, you should bear it yourself. .

The wind is not a pity, but even if the Ouyang Ling song is crumbling, she directly ignores it.

Now she only thinks that her little buns are not born to her little wild cat. It is so cute, so she couldn't help but squeeze her hand to pinch the cheeky face. The feel is not good.

The little bun wrinkled his brow, stretched out his small hand and opened her hand. He said, "The sheep are not allowed to lick..."

Feng Ling was not happy at the moment, and slammed twice on his face, coldly said, "I still squeezed!" This unconscionable little thing, I sent it to the door to pinch the night star, now she is pinched It’s still not happy!

"Hey, why are you bullying the little buns?"

Yun Siyu ran with a big basket and his head was completely blocked. The wind rushed and took the basket down on the ground, frowning. "Take it on the line, why are you honestly holding it?" The road is invisible, what should I do if I fall?"

Yun Siyu rolled his eyes. "I was not so weak." Then I forgot the depressed person who was underestimated. I said, "We pick sweet-scented osmanthus! You should be able to make a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in such a big basket." ""

Of course, the leisure palace is not too poor to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, you need to go to the palace to pick sweet-scented osmanthus, Yun Siyu just feels fun, and the wind is naturally not going to sweep him.

The little buns were also very happy. They began to struggle in the wind and the wind, and the wind smashed and bent him to the ground. The small buns reached out and grabbed a osmanthus flower on the ground. The small fist was handed to Yun Siyu. , "Hey...flowers..."

Yun Siyu hugged him and kissed him. "The little buns are really awkward, but the flowers on the ground are not clean. Let's pick the trees."

Hearing the words, the little buns squinted at the neck, glanced at the unreachable tree, and stretched out his little arm and shook it in front of his eyes.

Then, the little buns looked at his short arm, and instantly felt the autumn wind screaming, very sad.

Feng Lingqi suddenly took Yun Siyu from behind, buried his face on his shoulder, and trembled. Yun Siyu turned her elbow and turned her. He whispered, "No smile, young buns will hurt." But the next moment, he couldn't help but reveal two little tiger teeth, and the smile could not stop.

It’s really a little buns that the sad expression is so funny.

Obviously, he always wanders around the face of the night star, but he doesn't know why, his expression is getting richer and richer. In fact, his expression is in place, but those deep expressions appear on the soft buns. How do you really think how you want to laugh.

Even the little waiter of Ouyang Lingge couldn't help but laugh, but when he saw his ugly face, he couldn't laugh.

Looking at the appearance of a family of three happiness, Ouyang Lingge only felt extremely glaring, and his heart was blocked, "Xie sister..."

Yun Siyu only looked at the Ouyang Lingge, who had stood there long, and frowned.

I have to say that the idle Wang Jun adults ignore the human ability and have not regressed.

Feng Ling squatted on the shoulder of Yun Si Yu. I don’t know if it was a tear that laughed. Anyway, when she looked up, she was already calm. She said faintly, "You have mistaken people."

Looking at the pitiful appearance of Ouyang Lingge, the eyes with affection, Yunsi Yu’s heart is called a dissatisfied, how long does he leave, how come a rotten peach?

Feng Ling looked at Yun Si's feathers and drums, could not help but kiss his cheeks, silently appease, but Ouyang Lingge is still there, she can not explain more, after all, strange things are not appropriate to spread.

Ouyang Lingge heard her indifference, and then looked at her and Yun Siyu's intimate appearance, could not stand such stimulation, some hysterically shouted, "How can you do this to me?"

Yun Si Yu couldn't help but anger, the kitten didn't pretend to be your sick tiger!

Yun Siyu’s head can be awake, and it is necessary to go outside first, as for other things, go back to retrial.

I saw the singer Wang Jun’s sly grasping the clothes of His Royal Highness, and pulled her to the front and asked Ouyang Lingge, “Do you like him?”

The wind swayed and shook his head.

The little buns said softly, "hate."

Yun Siyu asked again, "Is he beautiful?"

Feng Ling continued to shake his head.

The little buns added, "Ugly."

Yun Siyu continued to ask, "Do you want to marry him?"

Feng Lingqi shook his head and shook his head.

The little buns sang the Ouyang Ling song and said, "Don't monkeys, sheep and goats say monkeys are like bad silver, and they love seven or five small buns..."

Although Feng Lingqi knew that he should not fight, he still couldn’t help but correct it. "It’s a squat, not a monkey."