Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Summer is hot and Yunxi is noisy.

In Hualiang's arms, Yunxi raised his eyes and looked quietly. He scraped the tip of Hualiang's nose and whispered, "ah Liang, I dreamed that Yun Zhentian caught you away, and I also dreamed that feng'er betrayed us."

In the eyebrows and eyes, she smiled, but after the smile, she was drunk in her mouth.

When I drank too much wine, I naturally belched.

The cool thin eyes looked at Yunxi like this, but they were gentle. The painting was cool and coagulated Yunxi and smiled gently: "you're drunk."

He put Yunxi down. Just about to raise his hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, Yunxi held his hand: "don't go to dangerous places alone. The painter can't live without you, can't live without..."

She was laughing, but when she looked at the painting to cool her eyes, she shed tears.

Under the moon, the painting's cool, narrow and beautiful eyes coagulated Yunxi: "I won't be alone anymore."

Yunxi wiped his tears and stretched out his fingers.

Hualiang was stunned, stretched out his finger and gently touched Yunxi's finger. Yunxi was happy: "ah Liang, you should accompany your sister in the future and never go."

"Sister..." the painting was cool and cold, and the eyes and eyebrows were frozen with Yunxi, "do you want me to call your sister?"

Yunxi gently inhaled, but his eyes were a little blurred. He could only shake his head fiercely: "don't you want to?"

In the depth of the night, dark clouds swept half the world.

Yunxi leaned against the side of the street, painted cool, took off his outer shirt and let Yunxi sit on it and sit with her. The stars on the night of the curtain of heaven were also covered by dark clouds. The painting nodded and looked back sadly: "what else did you dream of?"

Yunxi patted the dust on the painting's cool legs and nodded: "I dreamed you married Liuyan."

"Smoke?"

Yunxi nodded solemnly: "Wenzhi married Liuyan and you. It must be for you to achieve good results."

Every word comes out with the smell of wine.

Painting cool and gentle smiled and said, "do you want it too?"

Yunxi still nodded and said with a sniff: "my sister hopes a Liang can get married and a Liang can be happy, so my sister won't be distracted on the battlefield."

She raised her hand, stroked the cool nose and looked at it carefully.

Hualiang held her hand and said, "what are you looking at?"

Yunxi smiled: "they all say that your nose is very similar to mine. It's a pity that we are not twins. If we are twins, it must be carved out of a mold..."

Painting Liang frowned, looked at Yunxi's face and said, "when did you look like me?"

Yunxi took out his hand and pinched his waist directly, but he was a little angry.

Hualiang hurriedly said, "have you had enough rest? Where are we going? In Wen Nianyu's residence?"

Yunxi bit his lip and directly hugged Hualiang's arm: "return to the painting house, return to the painting house."

All the wine gas fell on Hualiang's neck, but his face was very red. Hualiang got up and wanted to pick up Yunxi, but there was a cold look on his eyebrows and eyes.

Behind the cool painting, the slender shadow is getting closer and closer.

Hualiang got up and looked at the visitor: "you don't need to send her personally. I can do it alone."

The light and shadow murmured in the eyes of the comer, and the comer smiled: "now, can't you see who you are? After hearing too many folk words, can't you know your past?"

Painting Liang gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Ming, what do you mean?"

In the streets and alleys at night, Yan Ming stood in the middle and looked at Hualiang frivolously: "Hualiang, the painter's story, the story of Huaxi, if you know, what other past memories do you need?"

Painting Liang sneered: "what's the difference between knowing and not knowing?"

Yan Ming gently shook his head, stepped forward and looked at Hualiang: "the difference is whether you should have redundant ideas about Yunxi. You should know whether it is protection or others."

Draw cool frown, already don't want to pay attention to Yan Ming.

At the moment when the self painting cool turned back, Yan Ming raised his hand gently. Under the moonlight, the poisonous insects that looked like fireflies came out of his sleeve and slowly lingered in front of the painting cool face.

The light reflected the cool and beautiful face of the painting, but the lip color was very pale.

Painting Liang song hugged Yunxi's arm and said in a deep voice, "what are you going to do?"

Yan Ming gently sucked the cool air here and said with a smile, "when Yun Zhentian took you away, you suffered and didn't remember those past things. However, your good sister Hua Lanfeng didn't want to cure your amnesia. In this way, only I can help you. I remind you of those happy and unhappy past. I'm good to you and you must accept it."

Hua Liang's face was pale. When he took out his sword to cut down the firefly insect, the insect went directly into Hua Liang's forehead

Yan Ming lost his smile and looked at the painting coldly: "we people in Eastern Shu usually like to use this insect to cure injuries. It won't hurt you at all. Just be at ease."

Painting Liang collapsed to the ground, put his hands on his head, and kept shouting, "Yan Ming! Take this thing away!"

Yan Ming walks to the cool side of the painting and bends down. God directly picks up Yunxi.

Yunxi kept beating Yan Ming and exclaimed, "ah Liang doesn't hurt, ah Liang, ah Liang..."

"Shh."

Yan Ming whispered in Yunxi's ear. Sleeping insects haunted Yunxi, and she slept in Yan Ming's arms.

Looking at the moonlight and the bustling rain, Yan Ming whispered, "Luo Sang, guard him here."

Words fall, and the shadow falls here.

Yan Ming walks quietly in the rain with the person in his arms, but behind him, Hualiang is struggling all the time.

Hualiang held up with his sword and wanted to pursue it, but the pain stopped. He fell directly to the ground and was covered with rain.

General Luo Sang's cold eyes were cold and said, "painting general, you know that the Lord has feelings for Yunxi, why challenge the Lord's bottom line? The Lord can't see anyone contacting Yunxi, even you."

The painting's cool eyes were all red. He held a long sword in his hand, supported his body, and cut at Lausanne with a sword.

Luo Sang dodged the sword and said in a deep voice, "this Gu enters the body. Within an hour, the painting general can remember everything in the past. If you listen to others, you might as well recall those past stories in person."

The sword flashed——

Luo Sang jumped up, stood directly on the end of the sword, glanced down and said, "it's just some pain. When the pain of Gu is over, the painting general will be peaceful for a moment."

Painting Liang angrily said, "I don't want to know those past things!"

No?

Luo Sang didn't understand. He just jumped off the sword and condensed the handsome man under the intermittent rain. He said again, "Miss Yun, I hope you know. You should know."

Hualiang clenched his fist and said, "Yunxi has no right to interfere in the painter's affairs!"

"How long are you going to lie to yourself?" Luo Sang smiled and looked. "Don't you understand what Miss Yun said just now? She said she was your sister, but the general has only two sisters in his life. One is the favorite imperial concubine of Wenzhi, painting Lanfeng. Who is the other? The God of war painting the river can't afford to sleep, so who is Yunxi now?"

"Nonsense!"

The voice fell, and the cold sword couldn't bear it, so it broke directly. Hualiang fell into the streets, holding his hands tightly, because he could no longer stand up because of pain.

He looked at Lausanne, and his sight became less and less clear.

It seemed that someone whispered in his ear, "ah Liang."