Transmigrating Into A Cannon Fodder

Ye Shaoqing's eyes fixed on her, it seems that there is some truth in distinguishing her words.

Lin Qing’s words were too confusing, thinking that he would do something else today.

The disparity in power is too great. She feels that she can't resist, and she decides to enjoy it. Anyway, she is not losing.

Shyly closed his eyes: "I am so scared! You should put the candle out first."

The sound of the sound fell, and the pain of the squat disappeared. Her eyes narrowed openly and only saw the broad back of Ye Shaoqing.

Lin Qing's words: "..."

How to fat four?

Did he understand or dislike?

Self-doubt for two seconds, clearing the scorpion: "I said a little scared, I want to turn off the lights."

Ye Shaoqing paused, his long arm flicked, the incense stick on the case was extinguished instantly, and the house fell into darkness.

Did not say a word to her throughout the journey.

Lin Qing's words: "..."

The small fist clenched and prepared to smash him, one inch away from his back. Just listen to him in a threatening tone and say impatiently: "No more restless, don't want to rest tonight."

Lin Qing’s words were awkward, and he hanged his hands in a blank way. The moonlight outside was shining through the skylight into the room, and the outline was faintly visible.

She looked up at the gauze on top of her head until the eyelids were fighting.

Open your eyes again, the sky is already bright, and she is alone in the house.

Called the fragrance to come in, the opening asked: "Have you seen the big son?"

The condensate takes the comb, and Lisuo’s Tinglin’s words make her hair: “Da Gongzi went out early in the morning. He asked the lady to ask the lady for himself. The slave saw him as a bit unhappy. Miss, you and he are noisy again. Not happy."

Lin Qing’s word raised his eyebrows. This girl listened to the corner of the wall: "Where do you see that he is not happy?"

The man had a face all day, wrinkled his brows at the top, and his anger and anger were not visible. Her experience in the past 20 years was really invisible.

The fragrant incense is arrogant: "The slaves...the slaves are also guessed."

Lin Qingzi smiled and said: "Is there anything I can't know?"

This is the condensed incense: "In fact, the slaves listened to the cooks in the morning when they complained about the big son's preference. It was said that the big man told him to give a meal to the hospital in the evening, and he did not put sugar on it. Spicy, the lighter the better, the better. The slave wants to know if you are a big man."

Their young lady is very hot, and the big man should have seen it. Xu originally wanted to be better for her. But their young lady was not ignorant and offended him, so he was so angry that he personally went to the cook to confess.

Lin Qing's words: "..."

This little belly chicken man!

It’s bad!

When I was chanting, I used to retaliate against Ye Shaoqing, and my attention was not concentrated. I was mistaken by Pang.

Stepping out of the Buddhist temple, Shen Qiu Rong pretends to care: "Is there something to worry about? Is it a worry about the banquet of the banquet arranged for Mrs. Yongxiao Houfu."

Lin Qing’s words passed over her, and she held a fist in the Ming and kicked her legs in the dark. This girl looked like a good person.

I looked at her with a sigh of relief: "Since my brother knows that I am worried about this, why didn't I push it for me when I sent the post?"

Shen Qiuyong is ridiculously ridiculous: "Isn't the brain talking without a brain? The post is not my own. And who knows what I want to do? If I push it, you want to go, how can I be good?"

Lin Qing’s words snorted: "In this case, how do you open your mouth and decide that I am worried about the feast of the banquet?"

Shen Qiu Rong is not flustered and fluttering: "I am also trying to ask questions. After all, Daxie was still good yesterday, but today..."

Shen Qiurong did not continue to talk, but the meaning is very clear.

Lin Qing's words looked at her face with the fragrance of hibiscus, and I couldn't wait to tear this fake face. The smile didn't smile: "That's really thanking my brother, I care." She crossed her.

From the moon to Zhongtian, Ye Shaoqing returned to the hospital. Near the bedroom door, I heard a slight twitch in the room, moved to the window, and opened the window and looked inside.

The quilt on the couch slammed into the pedal, and the little man on the scorpion squatted on his pillow, but his body leaned on the inside.

Face-to-face, eyes closed, but tears on his face.

She is crying in her sleep, is it too late for him to come back, or is it not the only person who hates her?

The hand hanging on the side of the body quietly clenched, half awkward, turned and left the other hospital.

Three days later, it was a heavy banquet. Because most of the ladies in the capital of Beijing were there, the fragrance was dressed up early for Lin Qing.

I picked a set of blue-rimmed robes, which were covered with white scorpion flowers, and I took a blue ribbon on the root of the hairpin.

Condensed Road: "Miss, a donkey is not wearing, will it be too clean, today is an important occasion, if other ladies see you have no jewelry, I thought you were tired after marriage, and I was seen by my wife." There are whispers."

Lin Qing’s words are not used to being worn, and the light and light are not gorgeous and noble.

At first glance, it seems that the dead man is too heavy. He falls on his head and feels that his neck is going to be paralyzed: "I still don't want it. I wear more bracelets. When I show off my hand from time to time, I shouldn't have to swear words."

Condensation: "..."

"This...can do it."

Everything is ready, Lin Qing words step out of the door.

The dazzling sunshine is very glaring, and she can't open her eyes and look at the sky.

It’s her own time to go to Ponzi’s question, where did Ye Shaoqing die?

She just refused to sweat for her. As for so many days, I don’t see anyone?

Did you find a goblin to get rid of it?

She is sour and slick: "The fragrance, you said that Dagongzi did not come back for several days, is it that I am not gentle and not considerate."

The scent looks strange: "Miss, are you snoring? Dagongzi is coming back every night, maybe it is too late, you are not aware."

Although she does not have to spend the night, the arranged prostitute will tell her about the situation in the other house.

In fact, when the young lady was married, she had a teacher to follow. Later, somehow, the lady refused to let the donkey come, only to confess her and other dowry.

Lin Qing’s words are dubious and he plans to wait for him tonight.

This time Ye Weijun did not ride a horse. He also took a carriage and sat down with Shen Qiurong on the left.

Ponzi sat in the middle, and she was on the right, her face turned to the window.

Pang's Road: "The Qing dynasty, will Shaoqing go to the daisy garden today?"

Lin Qing’s words now hear Pon’s voice and it’s a brain.

In the past few days, Ye Shaoqing did not go to the main hospital. Her mother-in-law saw that she always had to finish her life, which made her feel troubled.

Coveted, she told me about the flower garden in the garden. He promised to go, thinking that he should not speak a general who defended the city.

Nodded. "Go, but it may be later. Recently, he is arranging back to the frontier. He is busy. When he meets him, I ask him if he has time to ask his mother tomorrow."

This is so confusing that Ponzi smiled: "That would be good, the child has a lot of hard food. It is estimated that the frontier has not been to this occasion, and the mother also wants him to see and see."

Lin Qing’s words do not think that Ye Shaoqing needs this kind of arty insight.

But if she is an elder, she is not good to refute.

She didn't talk, and the carriage passed the street. She twisted her body and bowed her fingers. She never looked up at Ye Weijun. 2k novel reading network