Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The East Palace carriage left faster and faster.

The woman in purple clothes stood outside the thatched house and quietly looked at the dust in front. Her blue eyes flashed a trace of cunning. Her side eyes whispered, "young master Jiang."

In the thatched house, the little monk answered faintly, "huh?"

Liuyan smiled, threw his sleeves directly into the house, bent over the little monk slightly, and then knelt directly on the ground and buried his head. The ink spread all over the ground, but she never raised her eyes.

The little monk was puzzled and asked, "what does this mean?"

Although the house is small, it is also available. The little monk gently puts the dishes and chopsticks in front of the table. He bends down and stares at the smoke.

Liuyan showed a pair of eyes and said in a shallow voice: "the first knock, the saving grace of Childe Xie Jiang. Mu Yiluo hurt Liuyan's eyes. It was the master who saved Liuyan. It was difficult to repay his kindness."

After that, Liuyan knocked down again and said, "the second button, childe Xie Jiang found these eyes for Liuyan, breaking the future path of Chu Lin'an, so that he will no longer do evil."

The little monk frowned slightly and said with a smile, "just say what you want to say. I can't afford such a battle."

Liuyan raised his eyes and reflected the beautiful appearance of the little monk in his beautiful eyes.

After watching it for a long time, she whispered, "young master Jiang, can you satisfy Liuyan's wish?"

"What?"

Liuyan wiped a smile on his lips: "I want to see Chu Lin'an last time."

In the eyes, there was nothing but laughter. The little monk looked at the smoke, thought for a moment, and moved the things on the cellar. He looked at the darkness deep in the cellar and said slowly, "if you don't come up after an hour, I'll kill you."

The little Shami's face was still warm and smooth, without any joke.

Liu Yan got up and took a light step here: "I thought you were standing with me."

The little monk looked up and down at the smoking belly and said with a gentle smile, "when I took Chu Lin'an's eyes, I promised not to kill him. I never break my promise to others. In your place, I will not let myself lose the bottom line."

baseline?

Liu Yan was stunned. He looked at the young monk's beautiful face and the lamp he handed over and took it. She went down the cellar step by step, but half a time she raised her eyes and looked down at the little monk.

Liuyan gritted his teeth: "I won't kill him."

The little monk smiled: "I cooked porridge and waited for you."

After that, the little monk covered the light on the cellar, and the expression remained unchanged.

Liuyan took the lamp in her hand and went deep into the cellar, but before she reached the place, she heard the familiar voice.

"How are these eyes?"

The voice was clear and it was a man's voice.

The lamp was shrouded in darkness in front of him. Liuyan looked down at the man who was disheveled but covered with blood: "your eyes, Liuyan should be used very well."

Chu Lin'an leaned back against the wall and breathed gently. Hearing this, he shook his head slightly: "I don't think you like these eyes."

Liuyan put down the lamp and looked at Chu Lin'an coldly: "why don't you like it?"

The Zhang Junyan didn't have any color. Even his lips were dry. Chu Lin'an lowered his eyes and smiled gently: "these eyes once saw Zhang Liang's body and the pain before his death. What's the use of talking about happiness?"

"Do you really think I won't kill you?" the lamp was kicked to one side by the smoke. At this time, her hand had held Chu Lin'an's neck. Liuyan was trembling all over, but her hands were fierce.

The extremely beautiful eyes matched Chu Lin'an's eyes wrapped in gauze.

The two faces are very close.

Chu Lin'an lips slightly raised: "princess, don't lose your identity."

He showed sarcasm on his face. Liuyan didn't release his hand, but shook it hard again. Chu Lin'an's face was slightly red and coughed gently, but he never said a word again.

Liuyan calmed down: "even if Jiang doesn't kill you, I won't kill you. I'll treat you well, your life, and save it to make amends for Zhang Liang!"

She let go and straightened the lamp.

Chu Lin'an leaned against the side of the wall and his heart fluctuated.

He didn't know where the smoke had gone. He only heard the footsteps walking back and forth. Before half the incense, the footsteps of the smoke fell next to Chu Lin'an.

The delicate hand held Chu Lin'an's shoulder, took off his blood clothes and put on his new clothes. The gauze on the eyes was also replaced with a new one, and the smoke was silent.

Chu Lin'an frowned, "what are you going to do?"

In the dark, he gently asked here. When he raised his hand to touch the flowing smoke, he was directly knocked down by the flowing smoke.

He drew back his arms, grabbed the moisture on the ground with his fingers, and put his head back against the wall. His face turned pale: "you are obviously very angry. Why should you bear it?"

"Need a reason?"

With a little tremor in his voice, Chu Lin'an's voice was shallow: "you don't want these eyes, do you?"

Chu Lin'an could feel the smoke and raised his lips.

Liuyan mocked, "I just feel sick."

Chu Lin'an hung his face and smiled: "if you have a temper, you will kill me. But if you don't kill me, you must have a reason. This reason was promised to you by painting Lanfeng?"

Smoke speechless, cleaning up the blood clothes on the ground.

Chu Lin'an took a gentle breath: "you believe someone you shouldn't believe."

Liuyan threw the bloody clothes directly at Chu Lin'an and said angrily, "when I find the green silkworm Gu king, it will be your time to die! Zhang Liang will not die in vain, he will live, he will!"

The sound of smoke trembled, stood in the dark and retreated a few steps.

Chu Lin'an took down the blood coat and straightened it in front of him: "green silkworm Gu King..."

At this point, he paused and frowned.

The pallor on Junyan gradually weakened. Chu Lin'an finally smiled and said, "although you don't know what Fenger said to you, you must always remember that life is your own, and only you can hold it. Zhang Liang is dead -"

"You shut up!" Liuyan interrupted Chu Lin'an's words, with an angry look on his face. "This body is breathing well and saving a breath - to make amends for Zhang Liang."

Liuyan got up and carried away the last bright thing in the dark, farther and farther.

The cheeks were pale and the sweat fell into the skirt.

Chu Lin'an gently pinched his clothes with his fingers. He knew that the clothes were clean, but he didn't know why Liuyan treated him like this. If it had been Liuyan, he would have killed him. Today, Liuyan not only didn't start, but also did these things carefully? In the end, it's irony. I don't know what Liuyan thinks.

Chu Lin'an is still here. The darkness in front of him is aimed at the dark depth. He listens to the sound of the cellar being closed and mumbles, "green silkworm Gu King... Green silkworm Gu King... What do you want to do with this?"

The darkness in the cellar was getting longer and longer. For him, there was no difference between day and night. Whether Yunxi left or whether he wanted to marry into the East Palace, he didn't think about it. Just here, he hugged himself and rested on the straw mat.