Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Long Ziqing looked at ningxiluo, but saw the danger of the Phoenix eyes, such as the cold of ice and snow. If others must have been afraid. But would he be afraid?

What price will he pay if he unties Gu Ruo? And what kind of man is ninzlo? Does he know? You kill people without blinking an eye. Even the man from Eastern Shu can't compare, can you?

Long Ziqing only felt funny.

Outside the high window, the rustling wind attracted the cold here. Long Ziqing whispered, "if Fang Shu is in chaos, can Xizhou cope? Everything is just the beginning and can't be in a hurry."

Peach blossom eyes bloom with a smile.

All the former troops of Beiyuan surrendered to Fang Shu, and Fang Shu is the strongest country outside the four countries. One country is weak and another country rises again. Before long, Xizhou will start again. Westland can't afford it.

Longziqing thought clearly and lay on his side.

Ning Xiluo came forward and pointed a sword at his neck: "I don't like waiting."

Ink hair fell an inch by the sword.

Yunxi suddenly held Ning Xiluo's hand holding the sword. His eyes were all flustered: "are you going to kill him?"

This was a frozen eyebrow. At this time, the person in front of him was stretched out. Ning Xiluo stroked Yunxi's hair.

Yunxi said again, "go back to the heart nourishing hall?"

Put the sword away.

Ning Xiluo lowered his head and directly hugged Yunxi up again. Before leaving the cell, he looked at Xiao shamijiang as if he didn't have this intention: "from today on, you will personally Guard Long Ziqing in the Department of criminal justice."

The slender figure walked here for a moment, and Gu Shengyan followed him.

Looking at the fallen shackles, the little monk turned back and his eyes were light and broken: "when did you hand over the military power of Beiyuan to the Fangshu royal family? Or were you ready to lose from the beginning?"

Jiang's meaning is clearly the face and clear voice of a young man, but his eyes are full of vicissitudes.

Long Ziqing didn't answer this question. Instead, he smiled: "what is Beiyuan for you?"

The little monk looked at him coldly: "from the moment of decline, he was nothing."

"Nothing..." long Ziqing smiled, and his green tendons were too red in the chains. "You are Beiyuan, and Beiyuan is you! You have protected Beiyuan for a hundred years, but you want to work for Xizhou today?"

The little monk squatted down: "at that time, no one could compare with me, but now it is not. Long Ziqing, you are the last blood of the dragon family, and I don't want you to die."

Hearing this, long Ziqing only felt ridiculous.

He stared at the little monk's clear eyes, which were clear and gloomy. It seemed that he was only a teenager, but he had already passed a hundred years.

In terms of martial arts, Jiang's intention may not be as good as Ning Xiluo, because his martial arts limited his body and did not grow old. Since then, his martial arts stopped at the moment when he was a teenager and had no further improvement. No one knows what martial arts he practices.

His unique martial arts and talent always need a price, and his price is loneliness?

Long Ziqing said gently, "then let me go."

He smiled and saw the little monk's eyebrows slightly frozen.

Long Ziqing shook his head slightly: "for Princess Liuyan, you gave up your Beiyuan and me. Jiang means that you have never really loved Beiyuan in the past 100 years. In your heart, Beiyuan is just your burden, right?"

Under the moonlight, he smiled gently: "yes."

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Heart nourishing hall.

Yunxi seemed to be in high spirits and kept asking the handsome man in front of him. The handsome man was not impatient, but asked and answered.

This time, she was a little drunk and had a lot of stamina.

Yunxi sat on the Dragon couch and kicked barefoot, "shall we go on a horse ride or a carriage tomorrow?"

He squatted down, looked at Yunxi's frozen red feet and rubbed them gently: "walk."

Yunxi frowned: "that must be very tired."

Ning Xiluo held Yunxi horizontally to the bed and gently touched the tip of her nose: "then I'll hold you and walk."

"Aren't you tired?"

"You're drunk, but you're not smart." Ning Xiluo covered the quilt for her, was getting up in advance, and was grabbed by Yunxi's sleeve, and couldn't let go.

Ningxiluo frowned: "let go."

Yunxi shook his head: "you look so good. If you leave, you must turn over the sign."

Ning Xiluo frowned and said, "there's no one in the back palace."

"Well, aren't those maidservants human?"

She gnashed her teeth every word. The wine in her mouth made her sneeze, and then her eyes burst into tears.

This made him laugh: "I forgot these."

Yunxi was surprised and anxious. His other hand also hugged the man in front of him: "you are not smart, and you say I am not smart. At the bottom of your heart, Feng ER is smart. Xi Er is wronged."

Her head was clenched in his arms.

Ningxiluo's heart was hot, and his Adam's Apple had moved. He had planned to read the last 20 volumes before leaving, but now he was forced to move.

Now, he can only take off his boots, sit on the Dragon couch, hold Yunxi tightly in his arms and coax: "Xi'er is not wronged."

Yunxi smiled.

Soon he fell asleep in his arms.

Seeing this, Ning Xiluo got up in advance, but at the moment of moving, Yunxi directly clenched his sleeve: "you really want to turn the sign!"

She pretended to sleep, but her eyelids were trembling.

I'm so drunk. I have to. Ning Xiluo picked up Yunxi and went directly to the table. She put her hands around Ning Xiluo's neck and put her face on his neck.

Ning Xiluo stroked Yunxi's hair: "I won't go."

She answered the voice skillfully, and her nasal breath was deep and slow.

The heart nourishing hall was so quiet that he kept looking down at those memorials, and the people on his body were gradually quiet. When I saw this moment, I was already slow.

He bent over: "emperor, the medicine has been handed over to the imperial dining room and will be added to the princess's breakfast tomorrow."

Ning Xiluo gave a faint "um" and said again after a long time: "Fangshu mountain is high and far away. With qingluan, Xi'er is afraid he can't leave her."

"Promise."

"And --" Ning Xiluo put down his vermilion pen, glanced at the man in his arms and smiled, "are there beautiful maidservants in the palace?"

Gu Shengyan was nervous and scratched his head: "maybe there are some? But it's not beautiful. How can a woman compare with Miss Xi?"

"No problem," said Ning Xiluo with a smile, "tomorrow you can take two with you and serve me specially."

"Promise."

Gu Shengyan bent over and retreated directly. He couldn't figure out what the emperor meant. He could only wipe the cold sweat off his face and walk faster. On the way, I knew something.

……

The heart nourishing hall was quiet again.

Ningxiluo put down all the memorials. As soon as he put Yunxi on the Dragon couch, he heard her murmur: "if you turn over the handmaid sign, Xi'er will kill them."

When he looked down at the Yunxi River, his eyes like a deep pool smiled: "I agree."