Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Yunxi got up and looked down at her.

The eyebrows and eyes were faint, and the color of Ning he spread on the Xueying face.

Xueying smiled bitterly, and the shadow at the bottom of her eyes fell several layers of mottled: "when I woke up, I became the so-called painting stream. These were not my choices. I just tried my best to be the master of this body, so I wanted to be a real painting stream."

She raised her head and filled her eyes. But now looking at the Yunxi River in front of her, Xueying already feels very sad. Others cross and pretend to lose memory. Everything is OK. It's good for her to go through. The original owner is still alive, and the emperor is so smart that he doesn't follow the script.

She thought, so she turned her back and lay on her side, no longer looking at Yunxi.

The body suddenly couldn't move.

She was acupointd.

Xueying was frightened: "what are you going to do?"

The slender hand touched the strap around Xueying's waist and spread out directly. Yunxi looked at Xueying's frightened pupils but didn't stop the action in her hand and gently pressed her on the bed.

The residual medicine in the medicine cup was gently wiped on Xueying's back.

It's cool.

Xueying gritted her teeth: "are you flattering me?"

Yunxi smiled, stared at the whip wound on Xueying's back and continued to apply medicine to her: "when I was painting the river, my body suffered a lot of injuries, but most of them were sword injuries, so my body will be rough."

Xueying Leng hum: "I know all your memories. The eighth Lord gave me a comprehensive memory."

Yunxi slowed down a little and wiped the blood stains left by the whip wound with a silk cloth.

The serious appearance fell into Xueying's eyes. Clearly as like as two peas, what makes her look better? Xueying was unhappy.

Yunxi's eyes condensed a little: "stay away from Yan Ming. He will kill you."

Xueying Nunu mouth: "I know."

Looking at Xueying, she seemed to be a lot better, but Yunxi lost her breath: "don't you have anything to ask me?"

Yunxi smiles clear.

Xueying frowned: "it's not no, just to ask why Ning Xiluo likes you? Or, you can understand that Ning Xiluo has such a character. How can you bear it?"

What kind of character?

Looking back on the past and present, she had too much to do with ningxiluo Sutra.

He has a bad temper, and his face will be cold when things happen. Everyone will be frightened when they see him, but he is a monarch, so he has to. Far away from Xizhou, with internal and external troubles, only in this way can he stand firm as an emperor.

There are fewer and fewer people in the harem, either killed or dismissed, but ningxiluo's temperament has not changed after all.

You must see what he wants you to see. Good or bad, he can do much the same. His disgust is never covered up. His emotions and emotions are sometimes only "no wave" in his eyes.

And "calm" is anger.

Whether it's good or bad, after so many years of getting along, Yunxi sees it clearly. She doesn't care whether she is angry or happy. What ningxiluo said was nothing more than a bluff.

He looks like a monarch, but he doesn't look like a monarch.

Xueying frowned, looked at the people in front of her, and sighed: "in my memory, you were locked up in the punishment department and sentenced to death every day. In order not to let you catch those mice to eat, he asked people to pull out your nails. Don't you hate these?"

Yunxi hung his head and smiled faintly: "Thirteen bone penetrating nails on his ankles can't be forgotten. How can those bitterness and hatred be forgotten?"

Once peaceful, it is silent.

Xueying didn't know. She whispered, "love brain."

Yunxi didn't know what he meant, so he put on his clothes for Xueying and said faintly, "qingluan's body is all right. He lives well in lanmeng building. And those painters are all right, so I'll tell Qianshui Gaoming that since tomorrow, the whipping doesn't have to be used on you. Keep your injury well."

"Are you sure?" Xueying shouted. The acupoints on her body were untied by Yunxi. Xueying got up to eat pain and looked at Yunxi with joy. "How can Qianshui be obedient? This is the military regulation you once set. He won't listen!"

Yunxi was noncommittal and shook his head: "have a good rest."

Yunxi got up and directly opened the curtain, where Chu Lin'an was already standing.

She looked back and said, "I hope to see you tomorrow. You're still alive."

Xueying was surprised: "I can live!"

Yunxi just smiled and took the medicine bag in Chu Lin'an's hand and drove it away towards the dragon.

Behind her, the wise general Qianshui followed.

Yunxi looked back and looked at the people in the camp: "her martial arts have been abolished. It's just whipping in the future."

Qian Shuiming leaned over and said, "stream... Stream girl, just say it!"

With that, Qianshui Gaoming secretly looked at Yunxi's face, but he didn't dare to look up again. He never thought that the legitimate daughter of the cloud family was the God of war, so he sighed a little in his heart.

Looking up again, Qianshui looked at Yunxi.

A sleeve bow and arrow were directly placed in the heart of Qianshui's brilliant hand. She looked at the icy cold ahead: "leave it to Xueying girl. In addition -"

Yunxi paused.

Qianshui said in a brilliant and deep voice, "girl, just say that you can do your humble job."

Yunxi smiled: "since her martial arts have been abandoned, she will practice martial arts with the painter army from now on. Only what she has learned can she protect herself well. Do you understand?"

Qian Shuiming leaned over: "I understand."

She smiled gently, carried the medicine bag and directly plundered into the dragon chase.

All the painters stood here watching long Chui leave, not only in a trance. Once the monarch returned to the school with the God of war, but he just waited and waited for a long time in the ice and snow without saying a word.

A joss stick, the frozen eyelashes of the palace maids standing next to them are all frost.

The emperor's grace will not disappear in one day.

Looking back, Qianshui Gaoming saw the appearance of the handsome man standing bleakly and hurried away: "medical immortal hand, what are you waiting for here?"

Chu Lin calmed down and Rong Ninghe said, "I heard that Wenzhi gave the painter's talisman to miss Xi."

Qianshui Gaoming said with a smile: "of course, it's lucky that Miss Xi leads the painter army these two days. I think we can win this war without opening. After all, it's Miss Xi. I've never heard of Miss Xi losing my humble post."

While talking, he boasted that Qianshui was bright and smiling.

Just then, Qianshui Gaoming suddenly frowned: "what does Miss Xi mean by letting Xueying practice martial arts with the painter army? 200000 troops will go to Fangshu tomorrow..."

Chu Lin'an whispered, "she means to go with Xueying."

After that, Chu Lin'an turned and left.

Just at the moment of lifting the curtain, the man directly hugged Chu Lin'an's arm and said anxiously, "why did Fang Shu send troops with me? My martial arts are useless. I'm a useless man. What do you do with me!"

The voice was distressed and unhappy.

Chu Lin'an smiled: "if you don't go, you will die."

"Why did I die?"

"Yan Ming can't touch you until she stays with Miss Xi." Chu Lin'an reaches out and gently touches Xueying's hair, "she will save you and won't hurt you."

Her face was a little red and looked at Chu Lin'an's hand: "will you go?"

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