Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

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This sound is close to the color of prayer.

The little monk clenched the lantern in his hand, looked at the orderly and standing painter army from a distance, and sank his voice: "if I'm not in the palace, how can I keep you safe?"

Chu Lin'an smiled: "long Ziqing has been caught. What's the fear?"

He grew up and smiled alone, full of spring breeze.

Xueying was already unconscious on the snow, silent.

A painter army came forward and directly resisted Xueying and asked, "if the military punishment continues tomorrow, Miss Xi can only be arranged in the camp today."

——River girl.

His thin lips moved slightly, raised his hand and gently touched Xueying's hair: "OK." there was a faint language in his throat.

The little monk held his hand directly and put the lantern gently in the palm of Chu Lin'an's hand.

Chu Lin'an was stunned.

The little monk was not happy: "it's late at night, you can't see clearly, so leave the lantern."

Chu Lin'an smiled but said nothing.

The little monk added, "I'm afraid others will hit you, not let you light up the road."

After saying that, the little monk looked at Chu Lin'an's pale face seriously, sighed and swept away directly in the direction of the palace. It's freezing here, leaving only him.

I don't know when night and day are no longer different.

The night spread and grew.

……

The handsome man nodded slightly, his beautiful jaw line swept the moonlight halo, his clothes sounded in the wind, and he walked slowly with the lantern.

The painter army led the way and occasionally looked at Chu Lin'an.

A small soldier opened the tent curtain and whispered, "this is the tent left by Miss Xi before."

He hung down and went straight into the curtain.

Before long, the camp was a little warm. It should be that the painter army sent the stove and some herbs he needed.

Chu Lin'an gently touched the herbs and classified them. Then he sat beside the soft collapse: "wake up."

His voice was faint.

On the soft collapse, Xueying suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Chu Lin'an with a stiff white face: "how do you know --"

"Nasal breathing is different from sleeping. You can hear it clearly."

"Are you sent by Yunxi to kill me?" Xueying looked at Chu Lin'an, but she was a little angry. She was wounded and stared at by the painter army here. The palace can't go back or go anywhere! Now Ning Xiluo has seen through her identity. The man named eighth Lord will trouble her

Xueying was afraid of death for the first time.

Chu Lin'an smiled: "what's your name?"

Xueying gritted her teeth: "Xueying."

Hearing the name, Chu Lin'an still kept the action of making medicine, and the action in his hand slowed down: "it's difficult to leave life in this troubled world, Xueying."

He read Xueying's name with a smile in his voice.

Xueying only knew that she was stunned and suddenly asked, "what do you mean?"

Chu Lin'an put down the medicine cup and slightly raised his hand towards Xueying. Xueying quickly stepped back and said angrily, "what are you going to do!"

Under the candle, the light above his handsome face was extinguished.

Chu Lin'an lips slightly hook: "the body is full of whip marks. If it is not handled in time, it will leave scars."

Xueying frowned, also want to understand.

For her, Chu Lin'an is just a blind man, and she is not this old friend, so she doesn't hinder such etiquette. Even in hospitals in the 21st century, you have to take off your clothes to treat scars.

Since Chu Lin'an wants to save her, let him save her.

Xueying directly took off her upper shirt and lay on the soft collapse, but her face was a little red: "if you dare to touch it, you'll cut off your hand!"

The cold medicine was applied on Xueying's back, and she immediately bit her teeth.

The pain made her numb.

Chu Lin'an just smiled: "in those years, the injuries on Miss Xi were treated in Xiaxia. You don't cherish Miss Xi's body."

Xueying suddenly clenched her fist: "you all know this, so you're just playing with me?"

Her anger brought tears!

But hearing her cry, Chu Lin'an still smiled: "Yan Ming, the eighth Lord, What promise did he give you?"

Chu Lin'an did not ask the reason for everything, but guessed it directly. Gentle and smiling, his voice was pleasant but clear.

Xueying sneered: "if you are so smart, you might as well guess."

Chu Lin'an stopped his action and took the gauze from one side: "you want Wenzhi, so he helped you."

"You -- how do you know!"

"But Dongshu people don't like doing free business. They help you. If you fail, you know what the consequences will be? If you don't even understand these things, how can you stand in this troubled times."

Xueying sat up and watched Chu Lin'an wrap the gauze around her upper body. Her voice was hoarse and said, "I come from another world. I don't have to use the body of Huaxi! My body has already died in our world!"

Xueying stared at Chu Lin'an.

Chu Lin'an suddenly laughed: "the girl's story is so strange."

"Don't you believe it?" Xueying blushed and put her outer shirt directly on her body. "After I died, I was pulled directly by a force. When I woke up, I was painting a river! It's not that I used some magic to be painting a river!"

"Miss Xi, not everyone can be."

He smiled and held out his hand.

Xueying was puzzled and put her hand in his palm, while Chu Lin'an pressed her pulse.

Xueying blushed and knew she had understood wrong: "what are you doing?"

Chu Lin'an shook his head: "this internal power is really the internal power of Miss Xi. If it weren't for Huaxi himself, who would have an accident with this internal power. You didn't want to kill those people at first, did you?"

Xueying sneered: "I killed it on purpose!"

He said with a smile, "qingluan is not dead, and those people will not die. There is no life on you."

Chu Lin'an's voice was extremely gentle, and he gently stuffed a thing into Xueying's palm.

Xueying looks at it. It's a stove.

It was deserted here, only the two of them, except ningxiluo, said so much to people for the first time after she woke up.

She killed qingluan for fear of being exposed.

She wanted to kill the painters because they didn't believe she was painting streams.

The killings she wants to do are all because of the panic brought by this body. If she is not the body of painting River, maybe something else, she may be able to spend her life in this troubled world.

Why force yourself to become what ninzlo likes?

Ningxiluo is the king of a country. There can be countless people in the harem. With Yunxi today, there may be others tomorrow. Kill one person, kill two people, and live like this forever?

Is it good to be a painting stream?

The reason why Huaxi jumped the moat is because of the beauty of the body, or other people's jealousy and stories?

For a moment, Xueying was afraid.

If those people died today, she would become a murderer

As long as she closes her eyes, she can think of the blood tonight, the blood on her body, the blood on those people. In order to prove that he is Huaxi, he ends up killing

That's ridiculous.

Xueying stuffed the stove into Chu Lin'an: "I don't need you to pity me."

The stove was handed over again.

Xueying said, "blind man, stay away from me."