Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Under the pressure of Hualiang, general LISS quietly took them to the vacant courtyard of Mexico City, which was used by her in the palace. Although the courtyard is small, it has everything.

It was late at night. Yunxi changed his clothes and sat by the fire in the room.

What happened today is not difficult for her. On the contrary, she thinks it's good to see qingluan's martial arts now. When she "died", qingluan was trapped in Hanguang palace. She had not used martial arts for many days, but her hands and feet were not flexible. These days, qingluan's Kung Fu has made rapid progress, but she has not been disappointed.

On one side, Hualiang put down the dishes and chopsticks, and his cold eyes coagulated Yunxi: "Feng and ER are people of the painting house. She is my sister."

Yunxi nodded, "I know."

Hualiang said again, "feng'er said, if you save me, I will always listen to you."

Yunxi smiled: "you said."

After raising money for a long time, Hua Liang drank a glass of wine and said, "beiyuanluan, I will help you."

Yunxi took back his hand and stopped baking. Instead, he went to the cool side of the painting, reached out to help the falling cup, and smiled calmly: "you never hesitate. Now it makes me strange."

"First of all, I shot you because you are good at martial arts and I respect you." Hua Liang got up, looked down at Yunxi with long, narrow, cool eyes and said, "second, I think Miss Yan has unspeakable feelings for you."

"You mean, she likes women?" Yunxi raised her eyebrows and laughed with a puff.

Hualiang was embarrassed because of Yunxi's smile. Yunxi looked at Hualiang like this, endured a smile, looked at Hualiang seriously and nodded cautiously.

Hua Liang pointed to the door and said in a cold voice, "if you don't believe it, try her tonight. I won't be wrong!"

The house is not like the cold outside. The anger is sultry. Hualiang has been with her, while qingluan and Yan Ming go to get something to eat. Looking at the door that hasn't moved for a long time, Yunxi smiled and said, "according to you."

Hua Liang sat at the table, holding his sword in his right hand and pouring a glass of wine in his left hand.

Soon, qingluan came back and put the small wooden table full.

……

In the snowy night outside the wide open door, a little cold came in. After that touch of red entered the room, he smiled at the painting.

Draw the cool side of Junyan and no longer look at Yanming.

Yunxi raised his eyes and looked at a big jar of wine in Yan Ming's hand. He bumped his nose and said, "my daughter of 50 years is red?"

Yan Ming put the wine directly under the table and banged——

The wine scattered on the painted sandals. The painting seemed to be disgusted. He sat down with qingluan. He didn't look at Yan Ming at all, but frowned at Yunxi.

Yan Ming propped up at the table with one hand and lost some points. The glazed eyes like water coagulated Yunxi: "I asked for it from general LISS. You said you wanted to drink. I remember it all."

Yunxi put the bowl in front of Yan Ming, coagulated the person who prayed for water, and said, "did he give it?"

Painting cool hum: "who knows what method."

Yunxi's face was stiff, but he didn't see Yan Ming's anger.

Yan Ming poured wine for her and said with a smile, "the guy is afraid of everything. I said if he didn't give it, he would seek revenge. He was so afraid that he gave it to his long cherished daughter Hong."

Hualiang sneered again: "it's natural to enjoy the cool under the big tree."

Yan Ming put a bowl of wine in front of the cool body of the painting. The slender jade like finger pushed the wine: "look at the young master, you must not drink. I gave the smallest bowl to the young master."

The painting was cool and calm. The good-looking eyebrows frowned again, but they no longer looked back to see Yan Ming. Instead, they drank all the wine on the table and sneered: "if I can drink, you will answer me a question!"

The eyes were as cold and silent as the night.

Yan Ming just took down all the dishes on the table and filled the porcelain bowls. No bowl was full of wine. He said slowly: "if you're not drunk, everything is up to you."

Hualiang got up and brushed Yunxi's face with his red clothes.

Yunxi retreated in amazement and watched the painting cool bowl by bowl and drink the wine. Yan Ming poured a bowl for him. The former blushed and the latter smiled.

An hour later.

Painting Liang's handsome face was still wrinkled very bitterly. He threw his sword on the ground, and his finger shook the man in red: "you -"

Yan Ming picks her eyebrows.

Hua Liang walked to Yan Ming, nodded and said, "you -"

Yan Ming retreats, but is blocked in the corner by the cool painting.

Yunxi looked at the painting cool for a long time and said to qingluan, "painting cool, don't you like Miss Yan?"

Qingluan smiled: "after getting off the carriage, the childe's eyes were wrong."

Yunxi was just stunned and sighed, "don't you like feng'er?"

Qingluan frowned and looked at Yunxi strangely: "young master also likes girl Xi. He won't be evil."

The candle light in the room was slightly fan, but Yunxi and qingluan sat at the table again, put the dishes on the table and ate leisurely.

Behind Yunxi, Hualiang's long, narrow and handsome eyebrows and eyes were still angry. He pointed to the young man trapped in front of him, and then clenched his shoulder with his other hand: "I'm not drunk."

Yan Ming nodded, "you're not drunk."

"Are you a happy person?" Hua Liang gasped gently. He frowned and couldn't remember his name. He turned to Yunxi and said loudly, "little girl, what's your name?"

Yunxi sneered: "Yunxi."

Hualiang looked back and said to Yan Ming again, "do you like Yunxi?"

Yan Ming's eyes were like water waves, but the water was determined to be gentle at the moment. He approached the cool ear of the painting and whispered: "don't you like Yunxi?"

Painting cool thought for a moment and nodded cautiously: "I like Yunxi!"

Snap——

The bowl in qingluan's hand was directly broken on the ground. She hurriedly got up: "young master, how can you like a girl!"

Painting Liang has never lost his memory. His love for painting Xi is a love of family affection, but he has lost his memory and still likes it. It's really an improper love. Qingluan feels inappropriate and is a little nervous.

Hua Liang turned back and said angrily, "why can't I like Yunxi?"

Qingluan stamped his foot: "if I say no, I can't!"

Hearing qingluan's remarks, Hualiang pointed to her, but his body was unstable. He sneered: "you're ugly, you don't count!"

Yunxi gushed out a mouthful of wine and looked up to see qingluan's angry face.

Qingluan bit his lower lip: "my face is fake, not mine!"

Speaking of this, qingluan's eyes were filled with tears, but his arms trembled angrily. Before Yunxi could persuade him, he saw that Hualiang came towards qingluan and pinched his hands directly on qingluan's face: "your face is not yours. Why can't you pull it off?"

Every word carries the smell of wine.

Qingluan's face turned red when he was dragged by the painting Liang. Unconsciously, he slapped out. At the next moment when the painting Liang grabbed it, the hand was pulled on qingluan's face: "anyway, you're ugly, you don't count!"

Qingluan trembled all over: "childe, if you are rude again, qingluan will start!"