Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Outside the blue dream building, the cold wind is bleak and beautiful scenery.

In the blue dream building, the painting Lanfeng dropped the cloak, and the moisture under his green clothes came from the snow. The stove burned very vigorously, burning the picturesque eyebrows, and the moisture on his clothes gradually dried away.

Yunxi stood in front of the bed, put the sapphire incense pillow under the cool neck of the painting, and said in a cold voice, "as you wish."

Then, Yunxi lifted the silk warm on Hualiang's body slightly, stared at the incomplete wound on him, turned and walked away, but Hualiang directly held Yunxi's arm.

He said coldly, "she called you sister?"

At this question, Yunxi stopped his body, but qingmou glanced at the painting Lanfeng: "how to explain is up to you."

The cold words were very light. Yunxi just broke off the cool hand of the painting, took the mask from the table and came out, leaving only the silence and depression of the house.

Draw Lanfeng sitting on the bed, as if the skin color of congealed fat was reflected on the side of the stove, bright and dark. But she no longer looked at the picture cool, opened the medical box, took out the gold scissors and said softly, "ah Liang, let's change the dressing."

Painting cool and silent, there is no previous panic. Just looking at the eyes looking forward to the flow, she scanned his body, and the bloody gauze fell to the ground. She dipped it in the hot water and gently touched the dirty place next to the wound.

"Shameless." cold voice from top to bottom.

Painting Lanfeng was not angry, but nodded and smiled at painting Liang: "when ah Liang met feng'er for the first time, he saved feng'er and feng'er's brother. At that time, painting Liang was only as high as a wooden table, and he had to teach feng'er how to bathe. At that time, ah Liang didn't say this shameless word. It's a little late to mention it now."

Her hands are very light. When cleaning every wound, she is afraid of the cold painting that hurts, but the man still stares at her in disgust. Such an expression has never been brought to her by the cool painting in the past.

The blood cloth was thrown into the hot water. Hua Lanfeng took out the medicine powder porcelain bottle from the medical box, but before he could get the medicine, Hua Liang directly grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the bed——

The blue brocade skirt was torn at the edge of the bed, revealing half of the Su shoulder.

The cool feeling came. Painting Lanfeng knew that her clothes were hurt by painting cool, so she had to get out of bed quickly. But painting cool hands were still reluctant to loosen. He pursed his eyebrows: "what's the relationship between you and me? Why do you want to stay with me?"

The light eyes looked at the painting, but the Blue Phoenix was palpitating.

At the moment, painting Lanfeng just said in a deep voice: "ah Liang just needs to remember that I am your sister and we are all from the painting house. And the girl just now is your life-saving benefactor. You just need to listen to her and you can save your life."

Painting cool frowned, but the beautiful person close at hand didn't seem to be lying, but it also seemed to be lying. Just at the moment, the pain on Hualiang's body can't think about these problems. He only said, "it's my brother's abruptness."

Painting Lanfeng suddenly withdrew her hand and got off the bed.

The paleness on the cool face of the painting became more and more prosperous, but he deeply coagulated her: "don't you like your brother?"

Just an action, painting cool will understand all the thoughts of painting Lanfeng.

The hand under the sleeve pinched himself fiercely, and painted Lanfeng forced himself to smile at the painting: "no, I like it very much."

Outside the door, the dumb maid brought the anesthetic and withdrew.

The painting Lanfeng took the anesthetic to the painting cool body and fed him to drink it one mouthful at a time, but he no longer resisted and no longer coagulated her with that disgusting look.

At the moment of touching him, Lanfeng's hands trembled, trying to restrain what he thought, but he couldn't restrain the tears at the bottom of his eyes. Painting Lanfeng only knew that painting Liang raised her hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes before falling asleep.

She cleaned the wound for Hualiang and put on clothes for Hualiang again. It was getting dark when she came out of the blue dream building. Walking in the hope of the palace River, there is a wind on his shoulder, cold and clear.

Only the cut clothes can prove that Hualiang is still alive and still by her side.

I don't know when, painted Lanfeng walked out of the palace River and went towards the quiet Pavilion. The thick snow piled up under her feet. There was no Honggu beside her and no one who could guard her. The cold and quiet pavilion was her final destination.

In front, the maid walked very fast with the palace lantern and directly hit the body of Hua Lanfeng.

After a stumbling, the painted Lanfeng fell into the snow. Before she stood up, the palace maid stepped on her hand until the hand was red and fell into the lowest layer of deep snow. The palace maid said in a contemptuous voice, "it's not a big gift to see your mother?"

Painting Lanfeng nodded and saw the woman on the soft sedan in front. She gave birth to a beautiful look with bright eyes and teeth. She was dressed in a red embroidered Palace Dress, which was a scenery in the dark night. But this woman, she doesn't look familiar.

Seeing that Lanfeng had not spoken, the palace maid's feet were a little: "it's just a high-ranking imperial concubine in the cold palace. Now she put on airs and walked in the palace. Her clothes are not neat, so she's not ashamed."

The lips of the woman on the soft sedan chair already showed a smile: "I heard that when the imperial concubine was happy, she was constantly spoiled. Now she has offended the princess and the emperor, but she is just a defeated dog."

Blue Phoenix knelt on the ground and said softly, "thank you for your advice."

The woman never thought that the person in front of her didn't even have the intention to resist. After she got down from the soft sedan, she said angrily, "since she thanked our palace for her advice, today our palace will raise more points."

The palace maid came forward, presented a whip and said with a smile, "the emperor doesn't know when to put her to death. It wouldn't hurt if the empress killed her in advance. Now, among the harem, only the empress is the biggest. She did the Lord's work."

maximum?

Facing the frost and snow all over the sky, Hua Lanfeng gently looked at the appearance of the woman in red in front of her. It seemed that she had thought for a long time and didn't give an answer. She only knew that Chen Zhaoyi, who entered the palace half a year ago, seemed to be a small mole on the side of her neck, which was very similar to Huaxi, so she was randomly recruited into the palace. The day Chen Zhaoyi entered the palace was the day when the emperor met Yunxi for the first time

On that day, she seemed to announce that she was imprisoned in the government. It was just a "nightmare", and ningxiluo went back. This appearance similar to that of Huaxi is her nightmare after all, and it is also the nightmare of all women

Thinking of this, the painting of Blue Phoenix smiled softly: "what's wrong, wrong..."

"So still laughing?"

Seeing that Hua Lanfeng laughed, Chen Zhaoyi was angry and directly raised the whip and threw it directly on Hua Lanfeng. But she did not eat pain, nor did she cry out, but her God's eyes flowed in tears.

The clothes were rotten, and the white skin was exposed in the cold air.

Chen Zhaoyi still didn't stop her anger at the bottom of her heart. Instead, she raised the whip again and was expected to hit it again. However, a sleeve arrow suddenly penetrated Chen Zhaoyi's whip——