Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Before the painting house, the man stood with his back to his.

After hearing the sound of Huaxi, Huawu leaned over and coagulated the Huaxi, saying in a soft voice, "Xi'er."

The voice was gentle and elegant.

The man looks plump and handsome, his dark pupils seem to fall over the abyss, and a pair of clear eyebrows reflect the warmth and tenderness in the blue sky and day. The straight bridge of the nose is the same as Huaxi, soft and transparent as jade.

Standing like this, wrapped in a black smoky shirt, it's very beautiful.

Huaxi walked towards him quickly and hugged him tightly: "brother, how do you know that Xier is here? Does Xier escape? Does Father blame Xier? Or does my brother come to be a lobbyist?"

She asked one sentence after another.

Huawu lowered his eyes, stroked Huaxi's hair, turned and condensed to Yan Ming: "did you save Xier?"

The boy stood under the sunny day, and his white face fell layers of ice. He just looked at Huawu and the excited appearance of Huaxi. His eyebrows were bitter: "what is salvation?"

The cold sound fell, and Yan Ming turned around, and the strong red rose and went directly into the mansion.

Painting Wu frowned and sank towards Yan Ming's back: "I heard that Xi'er was bound by mountain bandits. When Ben would find it, the mountain bandits had already died. The painter army followed the clue and came here."

Yan Ming glanced at Hua Wu and smiled: "if you find your sister, take it back to Xizhou. This is not where your painter army should stay."

Yan Ming turns back, enters the mansion and closes the door.

Bang——

The door of the eighth Prince's residence slammed shut.

Huaxi was stunned. Inexplicably looking at the tightly closed shape, he hurried to knock on the door: "what are you doing? Yan Ming, Yan Ming!"

She kept knocking at the door, but no one answered in the house.

The eighth Prince's residence was copied by the whole family today. Who will open the door for her except general Nian huaisu? Huaxi's face was stiff and white. He suddenly looked at his brother Huawu and understood

Yan Ming doesn't want her!

Didn't you hold her hand just now?

Why did you suddenly change your face?

The lip corner of Huaxi was bent, and she wanted to cry. Her eyes were dense and looked at Huawu: "it must be my brother who came to find Xi'er. Yan Ming thought he was followed, so Xi'er was hated!"

Huaxi knocked on the door and finally leaned back against the door and cried impolitely.

Painting Wu frowned and looked at her sister like this. Instead, she said with a smile: "before reaching the hairpin, you moved your spring heart. You can pick people."

The painting stream cried and said, "before it's time to hairpin, brother, you force Xi'er to marry five big and three rough generals with your father."

Huawu sighed, stood in the far away place, looked at the crying veil of Huaxi and smiled: "the painting house wants to practice martial arts, but Xier, you don't want to learn, your father must scare you, or you'll be forced to marry for what, but you're serious..."

Huaxi suddenly looked up, looked at Huawu's serious appearance, and cried even more: "no wonder I didn't see anyone coming to pick up the kiss that day. My brother is more than ten years older than Xier, and he can cheat like that. I don't know how my sister-in-law likes my brother!"

Huaxi cried and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

The disguised painter Army stood not far away waiting, and her brother Huawu let her do so, did not comfort, and smiled at Huaxi: "it's time to go back to Xizhou, Xi'er."

On hearing this, Huaxi stopped crying, choked and secretly aimed at the closed door behind her.

She knocked at the door again: "Yan Ming..."

There was still no movement inside the door.

Huaxi turned around, looked at the movement in the door as if nothing, bit his teeth and strode towards Huawu. At this time, when the door was opened, Huaxi was directly pulled into

Bang!

The door of the eighth Prince's residence was closed in an instant, and the veil was pulled off. The beautiful face was visible close at hand. It kissed directly on the lips of Huaxi, mixed with her tears, gently and gently

At that close distance, the glass in the boy's eyes seems to have the color of the starry sky.

That color is the most beautiful I have ever seen in my life.

She began to respond astringently to Yan Ming and gently hugged his waist. Her face was pale when it was red to the extreme. She coughed up gently and directly covered her red and swollen mouth.

In front of Yan Ming, he narrowed his pupils slightly and reflected the shape of the painted River in it. Yan Ming whispered, "there's nothing in the eighth Prince's residence. I thought you could stay all your life."

He smiled as if he were crying, but he was good-looking. Even such a smile was like a dream.

Huaxi shook his head, but nodded again: "brother... Brother has been looking for me... Brother said I don't need to marry anyone. As long as I practice martial arts, I can not marry anyone."

Huaxi's voice was very low. He looked at Yan Ming tentatively.

His red dress was the same one he wore when he came back. It was also the favorite color of Huaxi. It was so strong red, but it looked warm in winter.

Huaxi is afraid of the cold, but likes Yan Ming to dress like this.

She thought Yan Ming must not like her and drive her away, but now Huaxi is sure that Yan Ming will not do so. Only when two people are happy will they drag her into the mansion in front of their brother.

Yan Ming, is this a declaration of war against your brother?

Thinking, Huaxi smiled: "Yan Ming, escape from Dongshu, and the painter will take you in."

Yan Ming was stunned for a moment, gently stroked Huaxi's hand and rubbed it: "this will only give Dongshu a reason to attack Xizhou. If Xizhou is defeated, your brother will die, the emperor of Kyoto will die, and so will you."

"Will you die?" Huaxi asked.

Yan Ming put Huaxi's hand to his mouth, ha ha, shook his head: "I'm good at lightness and run away quickly. I won't die, you will all die."

Huaxi smiled: "if it were someone else, I would certainly say something shameless, but you, I wouldn't say that. Because your martial arts are more powerful than our 200000 painter army, so... So..."

Huaxi looked at Yan Ming hesitantly and stamped his feet.

Yan Ming nodded and said, "I see."

In an instant, Yan Ming had already palmed and broke the door of the mansion. The painting Wu waiting outside the door was hit by the palm wind, flew out of a distance of tens of feet, and directly fell to the ground to spit blood.

What happened in an instant made Huaxi completely messy

Yan Ming stepped out of the mansion, stared at the painting Wu staggering in the distance, and whispered, "the king has won you, so your sister, the eighth King's house, has stayed now."

Such calm words came from the young man's mouth, and the handsome face of Qi Huawu was more pale.

Huaxi hurried to Huawu and hurriedly checked whether Huawu was hurt: "brother, are you all right? Xier didn't mean to..."

Huawu clenched his fist. His cold dark eyes looked at Huaxi and became warm: "Xi'er, go back."

The Kung Fu of changing face is very fast.

More than a dozen artists lying in ambush here, holding daggers hidden at their waist, looked at the eighth Prince's residence and fell on Yan Ming's beautiful face.

There were no civilians before the eighth Prince's residence.

It was so quiet and terrible here for a time.

The snow fell heavily on Yan Ming's fierce red clothes, bright as light.

Yan Ming smiled and stretched his arm lazily. The snowflakes turned like sharp blades and directly stabbed into the pine behind Huawu.

The pine broke in an instant.

Huaxi's face was even paler: "I don't mean that... I mean... After the hairpin... I... I will tell my father about marrying you! No... I don't want you to beat my brother!"

Huaxi looked timidly at Huawu and then at Yan Ming. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

The painter dragged Huaxi directly behind him and said in a deep voice, "Xi'er, you can't stay long when you come to the East Shu imperial city. Your business will be discussed after you leave the Imperial City, and you can't stay here anymore!"