Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

An hour later.

Xueying side in the heart hall, grinding carefully.

The slender fingers gently crossed the handwriting on the memorial, but smiled: "your handwriting is still as good as before. I miss a lot after reading it."

Ningxiluo stepped down and came to the heart nourishing hall.

When he reviewed the memorial, Xueying was waiting.

Hearing what Xueying said, Ning Xiluo said faintly: "if you think of it, I might as well test you some questions?" he put down his pen and reflected the white and beautiful woman's face in his Phoenix eyes.

Xueying put her hand on the back of ningxiluo's hand: "what else can't Xi'er guess?"

Instead, she sat directly in ningxiluo's arms, put her arms around his neck and giggled. There was pride and joy in the top of her eyebrows. She remembered the memory of Huaxi clearly. She knew what kind of person Huaxi was. Learning to draw is just a simple thing. If ninzlo could think of the past, would he treat her as before?

His eyes were slanted, and his Phoenix eyes, like the abyss, reflected a snow Ying smile.

Ningxiluo whispered, "why didn't qingluan die?"

"What you're talking about is why qingluan wasn't executed when 88 people in the painting house were killed?" Xueying's smiling eyes took back, but a touch of bitterness fell in her expression. "It's the feeling that Fenger asked, because qingluan saved Hualiang, right?"

Among the memories, the memory of painting Blue Phoenix is the most.

The color in the man's eyes was a little darker. At a glance, Xueying was close to fear.

She answered wrong?

Why would ninzlo look at her like this?

After a long time, Ning xiluoyang gently stroked the ink stain on Xueying's face: "is there a place you want to go?"

He smiled, frozen with snow.

"Where do you want to go?" Xueying said in surprise.

"Out of the palace, I will agree wherever I go."

"Well... Xi'er should think about it." Xueying learned to draw Xi's temperament, smiled quietly, and then looked at Ning Xiluo's expression as if it were nothing.

However, he said with a smile, "you haven't been back for a long time."

Does ninzlo want her to go to school? If it were Huaxi, would you want to go there?

Xueying closed her eyes for a moment, and she had determined the answer in her heart. If Huaxi wants to go back to the school of Huafu, after all, it is her native place.

If ninzlo hadn't mentioned it like this, she wouldn't have thought of the answer.

Xueying gently clenched her hand and raised her eyes: "I want to go to the painter's military academy, but I haven't been there for a long time. Can Xi'er take qingluan with me?"

She coagulated ningxiluo and got a deep affirmation.

He gave a soft "um".

Xueying was delighted that this was her first time out of the palace or taken by the emperor. It must be full of honors.

……

After a long time, he saw the door of Tao Yangxin hall open. There, Gu Shengyan has brought qingluan up.

Xueying hurried forward, directly hugged qingluan, buried her head in qingluan's ear and whispered, "I've all remembered, qingluan, are you still willing to go to the painting school with me?"

All remembered?

Go to the school yard of Huafu?

Qingluan was stunned. Looking at the beautiful man in front of her, her eyes were congealed and clear. It was Miss Xi's face and voice. Even these eyes looked at her like that.

Qingluan lowered her eyes and looked at her hand tightly held by Xueying: "empress?"

"Don't you like to call me miss Xi best? How can you call me a empress again today?" Xueying nodded and smiled and rubbed qingluan's cold hands tightly. "It's cold outside. I'll take it with me later."

Even in the quiet hall, Xueying's ink hair still rises slightly against the wind. The internal force on her body has spread slightly, gently covering the back of qingluan's hand, warming the vein of qingluan.

Qingluan looked pale and looked at the man in front of him: "your internal power..."

Xueying showed a suspicious color: "since the memory has come back, the internal power has naturally come back. Because I lost those things, you didn't want to recognize me as normal, did you?"

She smiled and her eyes narrowed into crescent moon. The indifferent eyes flashed a cunning light. They hung down on qingluan and just smiled.

Xueying knew that ningxiluo came to her.

But she pretended not to look back until her hand was tightly held until the bright yellow handsome man took her out of the heart nourishing hall and sat on the dragon.

The heavy snow is only the warmest today, isn't it?

Those that belong to her can only be hers. Yunxi, however, is the daughter of the remaining traitorous sins of the cloud house, which is liked by the emperor because her temperament is somewhat similar to the former owner.

If the original owner comes back, will she still be favored?

Xueying smiled and leaned in ningxiluo's arms: "let manager Gu add a dress to her. There is a way to the school field. Don't be frozen."

"When qingluan practices martial arts, he won't be frozen."

The Phoenix eyes coagulated her. Although she was cooled and cared, ningxiluo had never been like this before!

Xueying made a gentle "um" sound, and Su's hand stretched out the curtain, faintly coagulating the way out of the palace. This is her first time out of the palace after crossing here, and she also left the palace as Huaxi. And the day she entered the palace, it was also because of her identity as "Huaxi".

How much emperor Wenzhi loved to paint the river. Xueying saw it clearly. In the name of the God of war in Xizhou, Zhou Guoyan's unique appearance, kind and indomitable coldness, for example, there was only painted River in the world.

How can you compare these two girls? How can you compare?

"What are you thinking?" he asked softly.

"Just thinking, what's the matter with today's painter army." Xueying pressed the fox Cape covered on her legs, and the porcelain white skin reflected a shallow light, "for better or worse, maybe her father won't be sad?"

She deliberately mentioned "father".

There is a long silence in the dragon chase, but Xueying's goal has been achieved. Hua Wu's death is a shame and guilt for Ning Xiluo. If you become a Huaxi and lead him to the past fault, you can sit firmly in the back palace, can't you?

……

The Dragon drove very slowly because of the thick snow.

Gu Shengyan walked slowly on one side, but the people behind him suddenly bumped into him. Gu Shengyan turned around and said with a smile: "Why are you so upset today, miss qingluan? You're hurt, haven't you recovered yet?"

Qingluan stood up straight, looked at the snow outside the palace and said with a bitter smile: "how can people who practice martial arts be uneasy because of these? They hurt very quickly."

Qingluan said so politely, but looked at the dragon.

As like as two peas as like as two peas, she sat in the same room, talking to her with the face of the painting stream.

But... How could it be like this?

When she was picked up by Gu Shengyan from the blue dream building, Yunxi was still there and said to her "come back early". Who is Miss Xi? How can she not see clearly?

But the Zhaoyi lady said she had picked up her memory.

Isn't it the body that enters the painting stream and can have it together with the memory?

And the internal force, what's going on?

Just inherit Miss Xi's body. Do you want to inherit the painter army?

Qingluan's face was stiff and white. Thinking about the appearance that the emperor had just treated the woman, she was trembling with anger. She couldn't help scolding a few unpleasant words: "fake face."