Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Dragon, stop.

The woman took the emperor's hand and directly stepped down the dragon chase.

All the internal prison and palace maidservants inside and outside the temple bent down.

She stood on the ninety-five steps of the heart nourishing hall, quietly looking at the grandeur and blue sky. Then, the painting stream passed his eyes and said softly, "it's so beautiful here."

Ningxiluo clenched Huaxi's hand: "how's your body?"

Huaxi shook his head and slightly tooted his mouth: "if I say I'm not well, will you carry me up?"

She smiled and her bright pupils condensed the snow season.

It's just a joke, but the person in front of him is stunned. If the emperor would not carry her directly, would he? I heard that this is the western continent, and the Wenzhi monarch is the most famous person in this western state.

Handsome and promising.

The painting stream condensed the eyes of the person in front of him and fell on his feet.

Oh, I'm a little lost.

Who knows, his hand directly dragged on her leg and directly picked up the painted river. He walked steadily and forcefully towards the ninety-five steps.

Those palace maidservants were scared to kneel down because of the emperor's move.

Huaxi was uneasy but happy.

Huaxi buried his head on the side of ningxiluo's neck and gently raised his lips: "the first thing I see after waking up is you, so you must be responsible for me."

He said nothing and walked very fast.

It's freezing and snowy here, but Huaxi's body is extremely warm. He was afraid that her body could not stand the cold, so he warmed her body with his internal force.

No matter what excessive reasons she put forward, ninzlo will agree? Painting Creek is so thoughtful.

From the 21st century to this point, it is also very different from that in the novel.

When she woke up, no one would bully her because the most powerful people here protected her. I heard that the original owner of this body was the God of war of Xizhou, who died by mistake by Emperor Wenzhi.

I heard that he loved the original owner of the body very much, so he took the body with him and kept it warm.

If she loves very much, it is the love of the original Lord that she wakes up and enjoys, isn't it?

This love, whether sorry or ashamed, is his love.

Just, who was that girl last night?

Huaxi thought, but also frowned.

After entering the heart nourishing hall, Ning Xiluo sat at the table and looked at the memorials. One by one, the memorials piled up on the whole table. Huaxi moved a small stool and sat here.

His characters are very beautiful. They are all traditional.

Huaxi thought, so he took rice paper and sat aside to write, but he couldn't write well. I can only look at him with my cheek. The eyebrows grow into the temples, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, and a pair of eyes are the finishing touch of the whole face.

His good looks are too different from those stars, aren't they?

Picturesque and secretly looked at some.

Feng's eyes lifted slightly and said softly, "Xi'er, what are you happy about?"

Ning Xiluo put down his pen and looked at her twisted words. His tense expression changed as if it were nothing. Huaxi blushed and directly usurped the rice paper into a ball and threw it on the ground.

She hesitated, "are you laughing at my words?"

"No."

"Obviously!" Huaxi bit his lower lip, scratched his hair, and pointed to the beautiful words on the circle. "Because your words are very beautiful, so I want to learn."

He was stunned and said with a smile, "have you forgotten your words?"

Ninzlo held out his hand.

Behind his hands, Huaxi nodded and looked at him, but he didn't calm down.

He said again, "Xi'er, come here."

The voice is clear, accompanied by the tenderness in those beautiful eyes. Huaxi moved and couldn't help walking towards him and was directly surrounded in his arms.

Her face must be extremely red, right?

Huaxi thought and said, "because I lost my memory, everyone says I'm not Huaxi. Do you even think so? But is it important to forget words?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

That's true. Is this kind of thing important? If you tell others that you came through, you will certainly be taken as a specimen to study.

Wouldn't it be more embarrassing if someone thought he was crazy and was directly locked up in the cold palace by Ning Xiluo?

Huaxi thought, his face stiff and white: "if you love me so much, why am I just the empress Zhaoyi? If you love me so much, how can even a palace maid dare to deny who I am?"

She was angry, but she didn't know what to say.

When she came to this world, she could only draw streams, and she could not become the identity of others.

Ningxiluo shook his head: "you treat qingluan very well."

"Ever?"

"If you would die for her, it would be your past," he said with a smile.

"Once I could die for her?" Huaxi was surprised. He didn't know that the original owner of the body was still a loving and righteous master, and whispered, "then... Do I have no other friends except you?"

Ningxiluo looked at her, his lips moved, but he didn't answer.

Painting Xi pursed his lips: "how?"

Ningxiluo looked at the direction of the hall door and whispered, "who do you remember?"

"I don't... I don't remember!"

"Well, just remember me. Forget those unhappy things."

"Was everything unhappy?"

"I've been happy, Xi'er." he looked at Huaxi steadily, and the shadow brushed his white handsome face and rippled the waves in Huaxi's heart.

Once happy, then the rest is unhappy?

Huaxi held Ning Xiluo's sleeve and looked at the censer in the hall. There was only a few smoke white, which lined the silence here. It was ethereal: "can I ask you a question?"

"Huh?"

"Why do I call you a taboo? You're not unhappy?" Huaxi bit his lips and was puzzled. Since I was watching TV dramas, if anyone reads the name of the emperor, he will be beheaded.

She nodded and looked at ningxiluo's face, waiting for an answer.

Ning Xiluo drooped his eyes and smiled lightly: "I'm used to it."

Habit... Did the original Lord ever say his name like this? So get used to it? What kind of pet will be treated by the emperor? What kind of person is this painting?

Huaxi whispered, "what was I like?"

Her face knew from the moment she saw the mirror that there would be no woman like her in this western state, or even in the continent.

This face is extremely beautiful.

She couldn't move her eyes. She thought it was just a dream. With such an exquisitely carved jade face, even the entertainment industry can't find anyone.

It's just the brightest illusion among the morning stars.

And ninzlo likes her because of this face?

Facing the question of Huaxi, Ning Xiluo only said faintly: "once you were very similar to feng'er. Compared with others, you were more gentle. Only occasionally, you would be stronger."

"Who is feng'er?" Huaxi grabbed the problem in this sentence and asked.

Ningxiluo touched her face and said, "it's your sister."

"Sister... Just don't rob my husband." Huaxi smiled.

"What is a husband?"

"It's all right!" Huaxi's face was slightly red and looked at Ning Xiluo's face slightly moved. "Why do you say that my temper was once very strong? Have I done anything?"

Huaxi looks forward to those interesting things.

However, Ning Xiluo's face became a little mixed. He looked at Huaxi and said directly, "when you kill, you like to hold each other's neck and take down your head directly."

"I used to like to divide the corpses?!" Huaxi looked down at his hand and trembled. How many people did the original owner kill?

Ningxiluo smiled: "are you afraid? There are not tens of thousands of people you have killed, but also hundreds of thousands. Lonely ghosts, buried in the wilderness, kill without any pity. You are the best God of war in Xizhou. You know what Xizhou wants."

“……”

Huaxi's face was very white, holding ningxiluo's clothes and sweating slightly.

Seeing her frightened appearance, the man holding her didn't comfort her, but smiled: "don't kill indiscriminately. Everything you do is for the stability of the people. Xizhou is peaceful because of you. If I am the heaven of Xizhou, you are the only God of Xizhou. They need you, and I don't like their eyes."

His eyes are a little red, but they also have a man's deep love.

Even if ningxiluo is an emperor, he is a man after all.

Huaxi saw clearly and clearly: "do you... Like me like that?"

"Why not?" Ning Xiluo was stunned.

Huaxi shook his head and then raised a smile: "Xi'er understands, so do what you like. Anyway, you're mine, aren't you?"

Just at this moment, ningxiluo was stunned.

Huaxi's heart tightened: "who was that girl last night? Was he in your palace?"

He doesn't speak.

Not to mention ghosts, Huaxi was nervous and asked, "do you like her?"

"If you don't talk, you like it?"

"Didn't you say you only like me? Didn't you say you were waiting for me to wake up? How can you like others?"

"Those palace maids said, yesterday you wanted to bury me!"

Huaxi was nervous, his fingers clenched his palm, and he couldn't control his floating mood for a time. Why are those who are close at hand so far away?

Huaxi's eyes turned red.

He took Huaxi's hand and whispered, "Yunxi told me that the former painter was kind to her. So she approached me for revenge with the painter."

"She wants to kill you?" Huaxi was stunned.

Also at this moment, she understood a little that the original owner of the body had contact with the girl, so the girl approached ningxiluo for revenge? Love for hatred? So the relationship between them is minimal?

It's a little complicated

Ning Xiluo nodded and said with a bitter smile, "here, three knives."

When Huaxi looked at the direction he pointed, he was suspicious and said, "aren't you very good at martial arts? Why were you hurt? If so, why did you keep her in this palace?"