Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Yan Ming, who looked like this, was not only stunned by the painting stream, but also stunned by the people passing by.

They stood at the foot of the Suzhou City, walking along the snowy street. Yan Ming held the hand of Huaxi at every step.

Huaxi followed him, but I didn't know when it stopped at the place where she bought steamed stuffed buns that day.

Huaxi looked at him blankly: "do you want to eat?"

This is obviously silly.

Yan Ming looked back and smiled. He gently clicked the tip of Huaxi's nose: "didn't you say that the jade pendant was here when you came here? Can't you redeem it for you?"

Huaxi, like pounding garlic, nodded his head, looked at the steamed stuffed bun with steaming heat and swallowed his saliva: "brother, I'm here to redeem the jade pendant..."

Huaxi looked at the vendor steadily.

The Hawker's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at Yan Ming again, looking at Yan Ming in a daze: "the mountain bandits robbed the girl that day... The girl came back intact!"

Huaxi grinned: "unimpeded, unimpeded!"

She eagerly took the jade pendant from the vendor and stroked the handwriting engraved on it. It was still the jade pendant at that time, bright and transparent. This time he was careful, but he entered Yan Ming's eyes.

Yan Ming took a gold from his pocket, put it in the hands of the vendor, turned around and walked forward with Huaxi's hand. Huaxi was unprepared, fell and stumbled, and directly collided with Yan Ming's back.

Yan Ming stopped and gently rubbed her forehead: "you can't do martial arts and will die in troubled times." his hands were very light, which seemed to alleviate all the pain on Huaxi.

Huaxi smiled at Yan Ming's eyes and whispered something. Yan Ming listened sideways. In an instant, she picked up her toes and kissed Yan Ming's lips.

Yan Ming's eyes suddenly widened. He just looked at the person in front of him with a smile.

"Then teach me martial arts, will you?" Huaxi's voice is clear and gentle.

The heavy snow bothered and lightly sprinkled on the shoulder side of Huaxi. Yan Ming lowered his eyes and gently patted away the snow on the shoulder side of Huaxi: "there are many people here, so you won't regret such intimate action?"

"Why regret? They don't recognize us and don't lose face."

"If one day you betray me, I will kill you, I will."

The young man's bright red lips were brighter than his strong red clothes. At this time, Huaxi just coagulated Yan Ming's mouth and swallowed her saliva. She carefully looked around the few pedestrians and smiled and tied the jade pendant lightly on Yan Ming's belt.

She said, "I won't betray you, I won't."

The jade pendant is as beautiful as Yan Ming's eyes.

Huaxi lowered his eyes and whispered again, "my brother said that if one day someone treats me like he treats me, he can marry. If he can marry, I will not betray. Unless I die, it is wrong to leave."

She whispered, her face still smiling.

Yan Ming lowered his eyes and gently held the warmth left on the Jade Pendant: "who's your brother?"

Huaxi smiled and said, "haven't you heard of Kyoto Huawu? Brother Huawu is a famous general, the most outstanding general of the painter, and the general of the painter's army!"

When saying such words, Huaxi's eyes are very bright.

"I remember, I won't forget."

The boy stood in the wind, his clothes were up and down, and his beautiful eyes were staring at the person in front of him. His eyes were opposite. Huaxi's face was getting red, his heart stopped suddenly, but he was also frenzied.

……

It's just that the later memory of Huaxi is a little vague.

She remembered that she and Yan Ming ate something in Gusu City, and then ushered in an endless stream of dead men. Those dead men were decisive and all of them were cruel. It was in the process of such escape that she fell asleep all the time, lay in the arms of the young man who could rely on, and drove away the bloody rain with her sleep.

The sleeping bug, Huaxi always knew that Yan Ming was preparing for her.

Yan Ming asked her whether she was afraid more than once, and she said she was not afraid more than once. Even so, Yan Ming was still gentle and stroked her hair: "when you wake up, everything will pass and draw the river."

Huaxi nodded in a daze, watching the sleeping bug fall into his fingers and fall into Yan Ming's arms, feeling the warmth in his arms.

When she woke up again, she and Yan Ming came to the eastern Shu imperial city. This is where she and Yan Ming started. In the carriage, she put on the mask for Yan Ming herself.

A heavy iron mask covers the peerless face.

The carriage went up and down, but suddenly stopped at this moment. Under the horse's neighing, a woman's voice came from the outside. The woman's voice was light and cold——

"Eighth Lord, I will come to meet you." the woman said in a clear voice outside.

As soon as Huaxi's face sank, he murmured the word "last general" said by the woman, sighed, and put the veil on his face again.

At the moment, Huaxi looks back and condenses Yan Ming's Glazed pupils exposed in the mask holes.

The pupil is lazy and fearless.

Huaxi raised her arm, lifted the curtain directly, and looked at the heavy snow outside the carriage. The woman stood straight, and her blue shirt flew in the frost and snow, reflecting the woman's face as beautiful as jade.

Like that, gentle and cold.

She's a beauty.

As soon as Huaxi's heart tightened, he sat back in the carriage again and gently pulled Yan Ming's sleeve: "who is she?"

Yan Ming didn't reply. Instead, the woman smiled and looked at Huaxi with a gentle smile: "at the end of the year, huaisu, personally came to meet the eighth Lord and the painting girl."

Huaxi was stunned. Does this beauty even know her name?

Thinking of this, Huaxi stared at Yan Ming and patted his hand.

Huaxi's face was red and her jealousy was about to arise. When she turned around, Yan Ming directly hugged her and went directly into the eight kings' house.

In, huaisu quickly followed Yan Ming, holding a heavy sword and walking very fast.

At his age, Nian huaisu looks only three years older than Huaxi. Is he also a practitioner? Can you hold such a heavy sword?

Huaxi thought, holding Yan Ming's neck tighter: "I want to learn martial arts, too. You want to teach me."

Yan Ming stopped, looked back and said, "sister Huai Su, prepare hot water."

In, huaisu leaned over, turned and walked away. Yan Ming directly took Huaxi into the house. It was warm inside, which was too different from the cold season outside.

There are as many as four heaters, large and small.

The painting river was directly put on the soft collapse by Yan Ming, but she didn't come back. Her mind was full of Nian huaisu's appearance. The woman was beautiful, with such gentle eyes, and knew martial arts

Draw a sigh.

As soon as he recovered, his feet were warm. He didn't know when his shoes and socks were taken off by Yan Ming. Huaxi's face turned red to the extreme: "what are you doing..."

Her feet were wrapped in Yan Ming's sleeves, close to his skin, very warm.

Yan Ming looked at Huaxi, took off the mask, and the bright red corners of his lips raised slightly: "look, you're freezing silly, so warm up. I asked sister Huai Su to give you hot water. You'll be much better later. You've suffered along the way, and you must be treated well."

——No one has suffered and slept all the way.

Huaxi held his words in his heart and was embarrassed to say it. He just looked at Yan Ming and bit his teeth: "sister Huai Su... She is very beautiful."

"It's really beautiful."

"How long has she been in your house?"

"She was there when I was born. How long is it? I still have to ask my mother."

"Grew up together?"

Huaxi was shocked and stared at the boy's face with a flirtatious smile and retracted his feet. He was angry and anxious. I'm afraid it's not a concubine's room for such a beautiful person to live together? Or the main room? Is it the eighth princess?

Just thinking so, Huaxi looked anxiously at the boy's indifferent appearance, and was even more angry. But she was so angry, but Yan Ming didn't find it. Looking at her, she still smiled. She didn't smile seriously!

Huaxi gritted his teeth and said, "have you ever been close to her?"

The glazed eyes blinked like this, and soon shook their heads: "sister Huai Su is a general and the person I trust most. How can we get married? He is my sister in my heart."

Huaxi sighed: "so you like your sister..."

Yan Ming was surprised that he was so unreasonable and unreasonable.

Yan Ming shook his head again: "I don't like my sister."

Painted Xi's eyes were dark: "so you like your sister..."

There was absolute silence in the air. In an instant, Huaxi was embraced by him. His lips gently touched her veil and kissed the corners of her lips across this veil.

Yan Ming whispered, "you're the only one. The eighth King's mansion doesn't take concubines."

Huaxi laughed with a puff and thought about Huai Su's appearance that year. He just wondered if Yan Ming liked such a woman, with a little coldness and tenderness, but it was difficult to get close to her.

If so, can she be that kind of person?

Are you good at martial arts and have the same temperament?

Huaxi lightly touched his face and looked at the white snow outside the window. There were countless servant girls coming here, and Nian huaisu stood in a distant place, quietly condensing Yan Ming.

That touch of condensation made Huaxi more afraid.

——Nian huaisu, do you like Yan Ming?

Thinking of this, Huaxi stared at Yan Ming and the servant girls who entered the house, waiting for more and more hot water in the bath bucket. Finally, he sighed: "let's enter the bridal chamber? So you can't run."

The tone of Huaxi is firm, with a pair of beautiful eyes open and round.

The person in front of him was slightly moved, but he gently shook his head, covered the back of Huaxi's hand with slender fingers, and said with a smile: "it's you, not me, who can't run at that time."

After that, Yan Ming picked up the whole Huaxi and went straight to the bath bucket.

The bath barrel raised a little smoke, like a dream.

Huaxi came down from Yan Ming's arms, gently pulled his clothes, and looked at the bath bucket: "are you going out?"

Yan Ming nods.

Huaxi sighed at the bottom of his heart and nodded in a daze: "later, you'll come back to find me."

Yan Ming's lips were slightly raised. He bent down and gently leaned to Huaxi's ear and said a flirt: "come back to the bridal chamber later, but you have to wait for the king."

Huaxi was stiff and immediately turned his back to Yan Ming. His face was red to the extreme. He hurriedly said, "get out!"

The slender finger gently pressed the shoulder of Huaxi. In a flash, Yan Ming went straight out of the house with the group of servant girls. Huaxi only knew that her heart was pounding. Involuntarily, she looked at the window and looked again.

It's still snowy and windy outside.

Nian huaisu stood in the snow waiting for a man. The man was red and walked towards Nian huaisu. Every footprint fell on the snow. It was far away. Huaxi couldn't hear what Nian huaisu was saying, so he could only look at the mouth.

Huaxi frowned: "I learned lip language when I knew it. Now I can only look at it here!"

Yan Ming turned his back to the painting River, a short distance from Nian huaisu.

I don't know what they said. Nian huaisu's face was a little condensed. He looked at it as if it were nothing. Huaxi quickly dodged his body and his heart beat.

However, when Huaxi went to see it again, Yan Ming and Nian huaisu were no longer here.

Huaxi closed the window and sat quietly in the bath bucket waiting, but the waiting was long enough to tear the lives of all the servants and maids in the house.

There was a messy sound outside, and the blood color spread in an instant