Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

There was no sound behind him.

Since life and death are two boundless, that is, it has become the isolation at the top of the cliff. Who knows to work hard again, how can we return to the past? The price to be paid is the pain that ordinary people can bear.

The red color of clothes Jue came out of the tavern room, and the boy stood quietly outside the tavern.

As the sun fell, he nodded and coagulated the invisible wind in the scorching sun, feeling the noise here. Before leaving, he heard a noise behind him, and his side eyes smiled.

A touch of slightly hooked lips is more beautiful than women.

Those crowded men, watching here quietly, no one dared to come forward.

Even the woman stared at the place where Yan Ming left and looked at the noisy street.

This is a month.

As everyone knows, there is a master in red in Yindu city who comes to this wine shop with me at noon every day. Every time he comes, there is only one person sitting in the box on the second floor.

Princess qingluan will come every day, and she will bring gifts every day. The gift was not another one, but a star moon bug worth thousands of gold, one at a time. Princess qingluan took great pains to buy it from merchants in Eastern Shu.

The star moon insects are becoming more and more rare, and the price is absolutely expensive. People are not surprised by the relationship between her and the sound teacher in red.

Today, Princess qingluan's gift is a little different.

On the high platform, Yan Ming was still in his strong red clothes, made gently, and his eyebrows and eyes were bleary staring at the wing window on the second floor. Out of the window flew a bug with light starlight.

The ceremony fell on the back of Yan Ming's hand, the slender fingers raised for a moment, and the star moon insect poison path went straight into his eyebrows

The stars and moons gleamed faintly in the day.

The cinnabar mole in the middle of the eyebrow is becoming more and more obvious. It is a different kind of beauty against the demonic face. Qingluan coagulated the cinnabar on Yan Ming's eyebrows and jumped in her heart.

"Princess, still don't give up?" the voice rose in the wing room.

Qingluan suddenly looked back and looked at the woman in front of her. She sighed and replied, "young girl, I must be reborn and won't give up."

In, huaisu held a lute in his hand, and the tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes did not leave. While playing, he smiled: "how can the girl afford the price?"

Qingluan's face was very white, and she still had a warm face: "what kind of price can't I afford? If I give my life, it will be."

Nian huaisu didn't think so.

Her fingers played softly, and her red lips slightly hooked up: "a bad end is the price. Even if he lives, he will live a lifetime of pain, just like the current Emperor Ming."

With these words, Nian huaisu's eyes have flown to the young man on the stage.

It seemed that he felt the light in his eyes. Yan Ming nodded and looked at Nian huaisu lightly, and finally fixed his eyes on qingluan.

As soon as qingluan was nervous, he lowered his eyes and said, "he saved Miss Xi. His martial arts were scattered and his life was halved. I bought Xingyue to help him. His face will recover as before. The price can be corrected, not a bad end."

"What is a good end? The princess doesn't understand."

"What is a good end? All I want is for him to live. How to live is none of my business!"

"What you want, you lose; what he wants, you lose; princess, do you see whether such a price will end badly?" Nian huaisu loosened his Pipa and put it gently in the young man's hand.

Qingluan suddenly said, "Yan Ming lost his martial arts because the most important thing in his heart is martial arts?"

Nian huaisu shook his head and his eyes flashed a little light: "not so. How can these be the most important things in the heart of Emperor Ming? In the eyes of the princess, the price of rebirth Gu is the loss of life and martial arts. But in the eyes of Ben general, rebirth Gu once took everything that Emperor Ming cares about and had to take them. Don't you understand?"

What does that mean?

Qingluan was puzzled and asked casually, "this is the second time he used rebirth Gu, so what price did he use for the first time?"

In, huaisu sneered, his eyes were clear but quiet: "this is the third time he used rebirth Gu."

As soon as this fell, Nian huaisu leaned down and left.

The young man followed Nian huaisu, scratched his head and whispered, "master, it is said that the Emperor Ming used rebirth Gu for the first time to separate the God of war from Wenzhi, and the second time to save the God of war. But what does this third time mean?"

Those questions made Nian huaisu just sigh.

Those secrets have been buried in Yan Ming's heart for a long time. She is the only one in the world who knows them. That is the trust of Emperor Ming and her honor.

Nian huaisu finally stood under the stage and smiled at Yan Ming's dismissal.

It rained heavily in the open-air restaurant, and countless people still stood here. They didn't take shelter from the rain. They just stood in the rain like Nian huaisu, watching the teenagers on the stage playing the Guqin.

Thirty star moon insects still didn't save his black hair.

It rained more and more, and then it became dark.

The dark hair was inked in the wind and rain, and drops of black fell into the floor. The silver was brighter than the silver moon, and the white face was sad and beautiful.

Nian huaisu stared at him and smiled: "it's time to go home."

The young man smiled, loosened the Guqin and stood up: "I've delayed my kung fu today. Go back."

The silver hair had been exposed and scattered in front of the strong red robe.

All the people in the wine shop were stunned. Originally, they had a strong face. They were indifferent to the white, but they were particularly immortal. Their silver hair rose with the wind and their clothes fell.

Yan Ming went down the stairs and nodded at all the people: "what are you looking at?"

The four words fell, and those people shook their heads desperately. I don't know who raised her voice, and her voice trembled: "is the girl really Yindu? No, is the girl really mortal?"

Yan Ming's smiling eyes were more sinister: "did I say I was a girl?"

The voice sounded like a man or a woman.

On hearing this, those people shook their heads desperately. What if they were male or female? If it were not for the appearance of the emperor, who would deserve such a person?

Even Nian huaisu was stunned by such a scene.

Looking at Yan Ming coming out of the storm, she hurried with her umbrella. At night, she said, "these people are strange."

"How strange?"

"The emperor is a man or a woman. They don't care. They don't even find fault. They are very obedient. It's not difficult for the emperor to recruit troops and horses and take Xizhou by surprise with this appearance."

Yan Ming stops, and Nian huaisu immediately stops.

He looked sideways and looked at Nian huaisu: "looking at your twenty knives in front of you? Or looking at you being caught by Wenzhi and directly chopped your head?"

Heart, banging.

Nian huaisu smiled softly: "it doesn't matter if there is a Ming emperor like this."

Nian huaisu stood waiting in the rain with an umbrella, but Yan Ming still stared at her and didn't move. At this time, Yan Ming raised his hand——

The light of the cinnabar mole on his forehead faded a little, a touch of light fell, and Yan Ming held it tightly in his hand.

The umbrella fell with a bang.

Yan Ming holds Nian huaisu's hand and gently puts the unused star moon bug on her fingertips. The pain flashes and the star moon bug disappears.

At the same time, the scar on Nian huaisu's arm disappeared at a very fast speed.

Nian huaisu murmured softly, "what are you doing? The poisonous insects are reserved for you! They are all the wishes of Princess qingluan!"

Yan Ming said faintly, "if you don't get rid of this scar, how can you get married? I haven't treated anyone well in my life. Except her, you are the only one. Don't ask why if you accept my good."

In, huaisu's eyes were red.

The boy followed them in a hurry. He didn't know what to do for a moment, but waited quietly.

Nian huaisu gritted his teeth: "but your hair..."

Yan Ming stooped down, lifted the bamboo umbrella lightly over huaisu's head, and smiled softly: "she can't see my good, so only you can see it. If you can see it, you should willingly accept it, so I can know that you understand me."

"Whether I accept the good of the Ming emperor or not, I can understand your good and understand you!"

"Sister Huai Su, if I had never loved her, would I not have been so bitter?" Yan Ming asked, still smiling. Her beautiful eyes were like a curved moon, and her red clothes were wet by the rain.

But even so, beauty is beauty, beautiful regardless of men and women, beautiful regardless of good and evil.

He is good or bad, good or evil. As long as she is still alive, she will stand beside him, day and night, season and season.

In, huaisu wanted to take the umbrella, but Yan Ming didn't give it. He walked slowly: "sister huaisu doesn't have to worry about this body before she is old."

Following Yan Ming, Nian huaisu looked at the road ahead of the night and said in a low voice, "if you don't love her, she would have died. It's her honor and Wenzhi's honor to love her."

Yan Ming looked back and smiled, "that's true."

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