Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The little monk just smiled and said nothing.

The night passed slowly and long.

The little monk sat by the door frame, still holding an oil lamp in his hand, looked at the long night and watched the dead men carry away the bodies of the guards of the east palace outside. He didn't answer for a long time.

And inside the thatched cottage, Liu Yan slept just right.

Yunxi watched here quietly all night. In the morning of the next day, the little monk didn't mean to go. In a row, she stayed here for four days, accompanying Liuyan and... Him there. Although we never met, we were alone.

It's sunny at noon today.

Liuyan sat outside the hut, her purple clothes fell on the soil, but she smiled.

Yunxi squatted in front of Liuyan, his fingers touched the gauze on Liuyan's face, but hesitated.

Liuyan said slowly, "I've changed my dressing for several days. Today I can finally remove it."

The face was not very beautiful, but it was already the beauty of an ordinary woman. Liuyan said in a small voice, but with eagerness. Yunxi pressed his trembling arm and touched the gauze.

Gently pull the gauze covering your eyes to the ground.

The eyes were slightly closed, and the eyelashes were still long.

Liuyan slowly opened his eyes and gently blocked the light of the hot sun with his sleeves. The extremely beautiful pupils coagulated Yunxi, which gave the dark and colorful blue to the light.

The blue made Yunxi's heart suddenly suffocate.

That's Chu Lin'an's eyes!

Yunxi looked down at the flowing smoke and pulled a bitter smile on his lips: "can you see clearly?"

Liuyan got up, narrowed his eyes, and widened his face near Yunxi: "I can see clearly... It's like... It's like you now. It's a little different from when I first saw you."

Liuyan smiled and looked around: "where's childe Jiang?"

Mr. Jiang?

Yunxi thought for a moment, but was slightly stunned: "little monk? Are you talking about Jiang's meaning?"

Liuyan nodded: "at that time, I had been thinking about how he looked, but now I want to have a look." with a little lightness, Liuyan looked at it for a week without stopping his eyes.

The little monk is clearly ahead... Sweeping the fallen leaves.

He was dressed in a quiet Temple clothes, not tall. He took a broom to clean up some blood stains left outside the hut. He was a little serious with his back to the flowing smoke.

The little monk put down his broom and came towards Yunxi.

Liuyan looked at the little monk and frowned: "here, why are there children?"

Her hand pointed to the little monk who was getting closer and closer.

The little monk approached, raised his eyes and looked at Liuyan's eyes. There was no surprise in his eyes, but he was slightly satisfied. The beautiful and childish appearance is not dusty and impressive. A pair of eyes like the clear moonlight look at the flowing smoke.

Liuyan looked at Yunxi, put his hand gently over his belly, turned and wanted to go towards the hut.

As soon as the artesian smoke took a step, the little monk said, "are you satisfied with the use of this eye?"

Liuyan was slightly shocked, suddenly looked at the little monk, and then looked at Yunxi: "Jiang... Childe Jiang's voice? How... How can it be a child?"

The voice is clear, and it is already a juvenile voice.

The little monk frowned, "are you disappointed?"

Liuyan said, "no... I just didn't expect to be a child. Liuyan thanks you for saving your life."

The little monk didn't put down his eyebrows and said, "you weren't so strange when you kept telling me stories. It's strange for me to see my face so strange."

When he said this, the little monk did not smile.

Yunxi understood that he must be a little angry, and the words of Liuyan were not pleasant to hear. No matter who evaluates his appearance and says he is a child, maybe he won't be happy?

Liuyan shook his head and leaned over the little monk: "it's not polite, it's just -"

The little monk smiled: "I'm older than you."

Liuyan's smile was already tight. Yunxi suddenly looked at the little monk, a little stunned and unbelievable. Just as Yu Yunxi turned and headed for the hut, the carriage greeted by the East Palace arrived.

It's already the sixth day. Tomorrow is the day of marriage.

She nodded and looked at the light of the scorching sun, holding her hand tightly in her sleeve.

Thousands of soldiers will be behind the East Palace carriage. Everyone is wearing red long color palace clothes. The man didn't get down from the carriage, but said gently, "Yunxi, it's time to go."

Without any gentle words, with a little cold.

The little monk stood on the side of the door frame, smiled and entered the door.

Liu Yan frowned: "these people -"

Yunxi stroked his hand and gently held Liuyan's arm. He whispered, "come in with him. I'm going."

Liuyan raised his eyes, and a happy look flashed in his face, which was immediately covered up by worry.

Yunxi frowned, but he didn't see why Liuyan looked like this. Her hand loosened, but the smoke didn't stay.

Standing in the light, the smoke coagulated her: "are you getting married?"

Yunxi smiled bitterly: "tomorrow."

Liuyan was slightly stunned, and then he didn't ask anything. He just made a faint "um" sound and loosened Yunxi's hand. This pine, however, was a strange thing. He turned his back and went towards the thatched house.

That touch of purple was getting farther and farther away. Yunxi didn't think much. The moment she stepped into the East Palace carriage, she saw Liuyan looking back at the corner of her lips with a smile. The smile was not happy.

A trace of fierceness flashed in the blue eyes.

The East Palace carriage was speeding faster and faster, while Yunxi sat on the side of the groom and closed his eyes to rest.

In the carriage, the clear voice asked, "it's not a good thing that Princess Xizhou is in Beiyuan. If Jiang wants to come according to his own temperament, there will be trouble sooner or later."

Yunxi turned his back to the people in the carriage and smiled: "you know that, too?"

In the curtain, the slender arm stretched out and pulled Yunxi into his arms in an instant. The curtain fell, and the light halo in the carriage was reflected on longziqing's white face.

He stared at Yunxi, and there was no waves on his face.

Yunxi said in a clear voice, "do you think we can get along like this?"

She looked down at long Ziqing's hand on her shoulder and sneered.

Long Ziqing said gently, "Chu Lin'an is not dead. Where do you get angry? If he really dies, it's not too late for you to lose your temper with me. Now, you and I just need to get along well and nothing needs to happen. That's the way we get along."

Yunxi's eyes are cold, starting from long Ziqing's arms.

At such a close distance, Yunxi felt the cold from him. Although it is still a gentle smile, it is a little different from the color of that face.

But long Ziqing pressed Yunxi's shoulder and wiped his eyes cunningly: "are you not afraid of Chu Lin'an's life if you follow me?"

"The little monk will protect him. Even if he starts to smoke, the little monk will protect him." Yunxi looks indifferent and looks far away from the window.