Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Yunxi met qingluan when he was eight years old. He was rescued by human traffickers. At that time, qingluan was still young. She only remembered her name, but she couldn't remember anything.

However, the fact that the names of qingmo and qingluan are so similar makes Yunxi puzzled. Or do they just happen to have similar names, or do they just happen to look the same?

How many people as like as two peas can be born in this world? Even if she as like as two peas, she will never be the same. Unless it is the same mother sibling relationship between mu Rong and Mu Yiluo, it can produce a similar appearance.

Maybe she just thinks too much.

Yunxi sat on the side of the fire, looked at Hualiang's face carefully, and whispered, "ah Liang."

Hua Liang clenched his sword and said, "have you figured it out? Then I'll kill her."

Yunxi smiled and directly pressed Hualiang's arm. All the eyes coagulated Hualiang's face. Then Yunxi approached Hualiang, stretched out his hand and touched Hualiang's cheek, and then pressed it. It was really appropriate.

Painting cool face a red: "what are you doing?"

Yunxi frowned: "you are very similar to your sister, but you feel very kind."

Hua Liang sneered: "are you talking about feng'er or the legendary god of war?"

Feng'er? Yunxi was stunned. The painting of Lanfeng was not the painter's flesh and blood, but it came from Chu Lin'an. Perhaps there are many similar people in this world, but she doesn't know it.

Painting the cool face on the fire extinguishes the shadow, but it is handsome and beautiful.

Yunxi sighed, pressed both hands on Hualiang's face and rubbed it repeatedly. It was another disappointed sentence: "the princess is the same as qingluan. Don't you have anything to say?"

Although the painting was pressed on his cheek, he still sneered: "all killed?"

Yu Hualiang thinks frankly in his heart. The person he doesn't like will be killed. It's also his character. It's just that a person with such a character can still say such indifferent words when he is so held by Yunxi. It's also a matter of ridicule.

Yunxi wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was held down by Hualiang. Those eyes were cold and thin, but they were extremely cold on the open fire. He whispered, "you blame me?"

"What?"

Hualiang clenched Yunxi's hand and said in a deep voice, "the east palace can't stay. If you want to go, no one can control you. If someone uses his strength, I will protect you with my life. I don't like your grievance."

The wind fell on Yunxi's face like a blade, the clothes rustled, and the flames went out.

Yunxi glanced at the picture, but her voice did fall. She said, "ah Liang, don't kill innocent people anymore."

The eyebrows and eyes are accompanied by shallow loneliness, but they sink the cold heart of painting.

The painting was cool in the night and looked at Yunxi motionless, but Yunxi held down his mouth when he wanted to say something. Yunxi just pulled the painting cool hand and covered him with his cloak: "have a good rest tonight, and it's time to go on the road tomorrow."

Painting cool no longer speaks, but buries his head in Yunxi's legs.

Yunxi leaned against the tree and gently patted the cool back of the painting, but his thoughts fell into that distant place. Looking up at the brilliance above the starry sky and staring at the soldiers' garrison around the fire in the distance, her heart was gradually cold.

Yunxi's hand gently touched the cool hair crown of the painting, but it will eventually shake up.

She didn't know what happened at that time?

In those years of the painting house, the war will eventually surround her. Since it was the day of her triumphant return and the day of Hua Liang's celebration with her, she learned too many things from the drunken painting Liang's mouth.

Hua Liang killed a doctor, a doctor who diagnosed and treated facial scars for Hua Lanfeng. The doctor died in the torrential rain and her body rotted in the mountains. In the year of hairpin, she went to the back mountain facing the rain and buried the doctor with her own hands.

Covered with mud and scars on her hands, she got up in the dark and saw the pale face of Hualiang. Hualiang followed her in the majestic rain.

Yunxi remembered looking at her on the day when the painting was cool - without saying a word.

The rain fell on her skirts, but it also stained the blood in her hands. Hualiang knelt in front of her, trembling all over. The good-looking lips were bitten out of blood, and the eyes were frightened and frightened.

Hualiang has never been afraid of anyone, but Hualiang is always afraid that she hates him!

I don't know whether it's rain or tears on that face.

Yunxi stood in front of the grave and looked at the picture cool. He just whispered, "go back."

On that day, Hua Liang followed her. It was obviously a very cold person, but he was afraid to look like that. In the painting house, LAN Fengning looked at the rain all over the painting and wiped it carefully, while the long and narrow eyes of painting Liang were still in a trance

Too many memories have been blurred, but Yunxi knows that there are too few good self paintings in his heart.

Yunxi doesn't know how many people Hualiang killed for Lanfeng, and how many people she killed because of her. Some people in the army said how much about her behind her back, but Hua Liang killed those people directly. After the murder, no one dared to say a word, and who dared to say a word about those people's wives and daughters? She was aboveboard all her life. She never missed a thing in her life, but she was wrong here.

She protected Hualiang and never blamed Hualiang.

Yunxi didn't sleep all night. He just looked at the picture cool and closed his eyes, and fell into endless remorse.

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The next day.

The East Palace received the surrender letters from Yushen, Jiexiong and jiaoruo. The war ended, the three small countries lost 60000 troops and finally withdrew. On this day, they will go towards xiapi City, cross the city and enter the source of the river to give support.

This is seven days.

On the way, qingmo accompanied long Ziqing in the carriage of the East Palace and never met Yunxi again.

And so did long Ziqing.

When the troops came to the source of the river, there were only 20000 troops left. The fire weary country knew that several other countries had been defeated and withdrew its troops outside the source of the river the day before. The soldiers of the Wuzu camp stationed in Jiangyuan lived and died. Now there are only 10000 troops left. In this war, Wuzu camp suffered heavy losses.

The imperial edict of Yindu palace was sent to Jiangyuan and returned to the capital immediately on a certain day.

On this day, they had just entered the source of the river. It rained heavily and cold to the bone. Obviously it is day, the sky is as dark as black, and all desolation is undoubtedly revealed.

Yunxi jumped down from the war horse and walked towards the city step by step, facing the attention of Jiang Yuan's generals. After receiving the surrender book of a small country tired of fire from the main general stationed in Jiang Yuan, Yunxi went out of the city.

The painting is cool on the side of Yunxi, holding the green bamboo umbrella, despite the erosion of wind and rain.

The rain splashed the cool damp of the painting. He took off his cloak and gently covered Yunxi: "the East Palace carriage is still outside the city, if you want to at this time..."

The painting stopped and looked at Yunxi quietly.

Yunxi shook his head slowly: "the imperial edict has reached the source of the river. You can get married when you return to Yindu. You and I understand."

Painting cool no longer speaks, holding the bamboo umbrella lightly, the cool thin eyebrows and eyes are cold: "do you have to marry?"

Black clothes stumbled the soil, but did not cover up the face under the beauty of the painting.

With the city gate in front of us, Yunxi pulled the reins out of the city in the face of the wind and rain.

There, long Ziqing was still dressed in white.

There, green ink stared at long Ziqing.

There are ten thousand people behind long Ziqing and princess qingmo. Everyone is waiting for Yunxi there. Just at this moment, on the gate of Jiangyuan City, it was like a knife in pain. It fell from the dark iron cage and directly trapped Yunxi!

The gate closed slowly at this moment