Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Who knows, the painting house has been renovated. Emperor Wenzhi ningxiluo has lived in the painting house for two months.

It was still photographed in the early Dynasty, but after suffering, all the civil and military officials were blocked on their knees in the painting courtyard and presented their memorials. Emperor Wenzhi said, "leave the dynasty without anything.".

When Emperor Wenzhi said "nothing", who dares to "something"?

In this way, all civil and military officials can only retreat one after another.

As far as the rectification of the continent is concerned, there is no noise.

On the contrary, in the peaceful and prosperous times, the Duke of the state was worried again. He knelt outside the painting house early in the morning and kowtowed for gifts. The gift of the Duke of the state is the same as before. He still asks for a higher official position for his unworthy son yuan Xu.

The emperor Wenzhi spread the name of a tyrant. The country's Duke was not afraid. He got used to kneeling.

Day and night turned upside down. The frost and snow kept falling, but the emperor Wenzhi seemed to disappear into the painting house. The Duke blocked the painting stream with a strong stomach.

The walls of the vermilion courtyard are covered with frost and snow, and the red and white correspond to the night.

Huaxi is dressed in a light pink long skirt with green silk high and tied up. It is a very refreshing dress. It is carved by the moonlight without makeup. The whole face reflects the faint starlight, which is breathtaking.

Yuan Guogong kowtowed: "Miss Xi."

Huaxi jade stands in the main courtyard of the painting house. With his clear eyes coagulating the Duke of the country, he glances faintly: "let me."

Jean jean?

With a frown on his brow, Duke yuan gave way to the south. Although he gave way, he still looked like kneeling. Yuan Guogong firmly believed that as long as he knelt sincerely, the emperor would surely give the gift.

Just then, Duke yuan heard the sound of a wheelchair running over frost and snow.

The beautiful woman in green clothes pushed her wheelchair into the painting house and passed by Duke yuan. The person on the wheelchair was Wen Nianyu of Shuye chamber of Commerce!

When passing by Duke yuan, Wen Nianyu showed a little gentleness in her narrow eyes: "it was a pity to hear that Duke yuan wanted his son to marry Yunxi, the legitimate daughter of the cloud family."

Yuan Guogong turned pale and said in a deep voice, "there's no such thing!"

Wen Nianyu was noncommittal, and her side eyes coagulated with water.

Shuibi smiled and waved: "carry it in."

After a long night, hundreds of servants stood several miles away from the painting house, carrying their treasure boxes towards the painting house. Each box had to be carried by four people, which was very heavy.

Yuan Guogong hurriedly got up and hid very far. The Shuye chamber of Commerce had been transporting gold to the painting house for many days. He said it was a dowry for Huaxi, but it seemed to outsiders that it was the price of emperor Wenzhi's redundancy?

All over the world, no one knows that emperor Wenzhi has become a burden.

Two hundred million taels of gold can get the monarch of the world, which makes all women eager to try. It is also rumored that as long as there is enough silver, they can marry Wenzhi as imperial concubine.

——Those who win the rule of culture win the world.

This has already become a famous saying in the street. Wenzhi is very beautiful and has high martial arts. Not to mention the dragon of the universe. It's not surprising that women are so eager to try.

The night was getting dark. Duke yuan seemed to feel that he would never see the emperor again, so he leaned down and left the snowy night.

He said he was leaving, but he fled in a panic. Before he fled, the Duke of the state saw Wen Nianyu's warm smile, which was very fierce.

The Duke of the state could not help wiping the sweat on his forehead and gave up seeking an official position for his son. As the saying goes, come back tomorrow and forget it today.

……

The boxes of gold went into the main yard, turned to the backyard, and finally disappeared.

Huaxi coagulated the domestic servant who left and returned, and the corner of his lips was a shallow smile: "cousin, I'm in trouble again today, but after today, I'll be 200 million Liang."

Wen Nianyu nodded, and the sky was falling late. Her gentle and beautiful face scattered a smile: "painting the river."

In this way, did he call her name directly?

For the first time, he called Huaxi.

Huaxi came forward, stroked his abdomen and smiled, "cousin Nianyu, if you have anything to say?"

Wen Nianyu looked down and quietly coagulated the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows of Huaxi. The red flame there was incomparable, which seemed to be more dazzling than the scorching sun, with the heat and warmth of life.

Seeing Wen Nianyu looking at it like this, Huaxi took a step forward and stroked the cinnabar: "the rebirth Gu has been solved, cousin, I'm all right."

Her eyes were shallow and determined to smile. Although his fingers were cold, when he touched the cinnabar mole, Huaxi suddenly became stiff. Her hand seems to be scalded at any time. This is Yan Ming's life. It is so embedded in her heart and soul

"Joys and sorrows have been fixed."

Wen Nianyu murmured softly. She no longer said anything, but said goodbye.

Huaxi was surprised. She looked at Wen Nianyu and nodded lightly. She watched him and shuibi leave the painting house. It was late and the snow was light. The thirty eighth year of Wanli came later.

——All the dust settled and everything returned to its original place.

——What about you, Yan Ming?

She stood in a daze until her fox cloak fell unnoticed.

There was the sound of stepping on the snow.

Since someone threw the fox on Huaxi, Huaxi saw the glance in the Phoenix's eyes, which was absolutely cold and angry.

Huaxi frowned: "how did you look like this?"

In the snowy night, Ning Xiluo's Black Purple Dragon shirt is a little messy, and there is a small black handprint on the cuff. A handsome face looks extremely beautiful. Although it is elegant, it looks impatient at the moment.

He held Princess Pingle in his left hand and feather sound in his right hand. The three stood in the snow. They were all pale with cold.

Ningxiluo... Are you afraid of the cold, too?

Why do you look so pale?

Huaxi bent his eyes and coagulated the feather sound. His clothes were stained with too much black mud, which was the same color as the handprint on Ning Xiluo's cuff.

Feelings fall into the mud?

Yusheng stood in the snow, with tears on his face: "the father favors his sister! If he didn't walk so fast with his sister, how could Yusheng fall into the mud!"

Ningxiluo frowned, cold Feng eyes, too much impatience: "shut up."

The feather voice was silent. A pair of black hands covered his face and immediately cried. He was out of breath. After crying like this, Pingle also began to cry in ningxiluo's arms. One sound was as loud as one.

Countless palace maidservants knelt down, and the inner prison in the courtyard trembled with fear.

Gu Shengyan came from outside the house and leaned over and said, "emperor, the shadow guards say that the prince is old and doesn't want to take him anymore. So it's no use trying to persuade the slaves. What's more, the shadow guards also say that they were born to protect the master's son, not to take the children... They have been brought for several years, so they don't want to."

No wonder ningxiluo brought his own children today.

Huaxi pulled her lips and directly pulled Yusheng into her arms, gently stroking the dirt on her hair: "what are you crying for? The father and the emperor are partial to Pingle and the mother and the imperial concubine are partial to you. It's inconvenient?"

Feather sound then turned black and pinched his waist with both hands. "Don't think the prince doesn't know what bad child is in the mother's belly! If he has another sister, the prince will fall into the pit and won't be able to get up!"

That's terrible.

Who did not know that Ning Xiluo looked at Yu Sheng with a sneer: "then there will be a prince, or the kind of killing brother and robbing the throne."

Feather Voice bites his lips, a pair of Phoenix eyes suddenly turn red and cry again in an instant.

Huaxi panicked: "Yusheng is not afraid. When this one in his stomach grows up, he will definitely not learn martial arts. You will not be killed."

Gu Shengyan helps the forehead. It's really a family. Is there such a Comforter?

At this time, Yusheng wiped his tears and stunned his head: "sister Pingle can't learn martial arts!"

Before Huaxi opened his mouth, Ning Xiluo glanced at Yusheng and said coldly again: "when calming the state of Zhou, Yusheng shaved the hair of Yingwei while Yingwei was asleep. He was so rude that no one took care of him after that. He was also to blame himself."

A bolt from the blue directly hit Yusheng's heart, especially the sentence "blame yourself"——

Feather Voice Nuo mouth, a pair of long and narrow eyes instantly stare greatly. At the moment Ning Xiluo turned and walked, he shouted: "I Ning feather voice will be renamed as painting Feather Voice from today! You cumbersome father!"

The palace maidservants and the internal wardens quickly lowered their heads, and even Huaxi was stunned.

If it were someone else, it would have been a different place

Draw a sigh.

However, Ning Xiluo stopped at this time, under the moon, and stroked Princess Pingle in her arms with both hands: "Xi'er, since I have become redundant, I have to follow the new rules of becoming redundant. The ugly ones follow your surname, and the beautiful ones follow my surname."

He glanced and smiled, and the halo of the moon was dispersed on his side.

The world heard the ups and downs of feather sound crying: "feather sound is not ugly, feather sound is not ugly..."

The sound of heartbreak came from the child's heart, full of holes.

Ningxiluo's Phoenix eyes were slightly cool, and his lips were slightly pursed with more radians, and he said word by word: "extremely ugly - incomparable."

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