Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

He shouted the name very quietly.

On the bed, she lay very calm, just looked at the shining people scattered under the moon, followed, and painted a bitter smile.

It's just that the night is too deep for anyone to see clearly.

But now, Huaxi quietly looks at Yan Ming and the fierce red clothes. The disorder at the bottom of her heart is quiet.

Whenever and wherever he turned and looked at Huaxi, he smiled.

This is true when Princess Hui was beheaded or killed. In front of Huaxi, Yan Ming never seems to have any other troubles. He gives all his tenderness to Huaxi.

Yan Ming stepped forward step by step in the dark and stroked Huaxi's hair: "after using the stars and moon, you're all right. Have a good rest and I'll find a way to send you out of the imperial city."

His eyes were extremely bright in the night.

On the ground are clothes with blood on the painted river. The blood on them has dried up. Red is nothing in the dark. The moment Yan Ming got up, his feet had stepped on the clothes.

Silence.

I don't know when the slender arm has grabbed Yan Ming's sleeve.

Yan Ming glanced at him slightly, still smiling: "do you want me to sleep with you?"

Huaxi blushed and shook his head immediately: "what happened to my brother..."

She asked, not knowing how to speak. I heard that Hua Wu was imprisoned in heaven prison, and why was he free to go in and out that day? It must be hard to get out when my brother is locked up.

Huaxi pursed her eyebrows slightly, then lay in the quilt and shook her head: "I know you can't help me now, so I'll think of a way and ask you again."

There was a faint surprise in the glazed eyes.

Yan Ming smiled, "I'll help you. I won't make you embarrassed. You're good to recover. Can you talk about it tomorrow?"

Huaxi nodded obediently and closed his eyes.

Listening to the sound of the footsteps leaving, Huaxi dared to open his eyes. It's very warm inside the house, but it's very cold outside the window. It's snowing all over the sky. She knows how long Nian huaisu has knelt and that Yan Ming is worried about Nian huaisu.

So, did Yan Ming leave to see Nian huaisu?

Jealousy, after breeding in the bottom of my heart, is difficult to dissipate, even if it is a day, a month or a year. For the first time, Huaxi wanted to know where Yan Ming would go.

She carefully got out of bed, put on her clothes, and crept out.

The footprints on the ground are still there. Huaxi steps on the footprints in the snow that Yan Ming left and goes step by step towards the far wing room. The lights in the wing room are long, and the shadows of the two Taoist priests are reflected on the side of the window.

Huaxi suddenly palpitations.

She hid under the eaves and clenched her hand. It was painful for her nails to be embedded in her bones and flesh. She couldn't hear the voice clearly, but she didn't dare to come forward. She had to stand far away.

Yan Ming's martial arts are so high that he doesn't know how to draw the river. As long as he takes one more step forward, he will certainly be found.

But... If Yan Ming found out, what would he think of her?

Huaxi clenched his teeth and stepped on the branch of the tree. The sound was crisp and loud in the dark night. But no one came out of the inner room.

Didn't you find it?

Huaxi was stunned and smiled bitterly. He had turned around.

But suddenly, the wooden door opened. Huaxi quickly hid on one side and watched the young man leave here. She watched for a long time in the night, and finally took a step.

She wants to find Nian huaisu and ask her.

The winter night was too long and too cold. Huaxi just stood quietly in front of the wooden door and was in a daze.

"Draw a girl."

Inside the door, the woman's gentle voice came. Huaxi suddenly nodded and took a step back.

Squeak——

The door was pushed open. Under the light of the oil lamp in the house, Huaxi could see Nian huaisu's gentle face and Nian huaisu's smile.

However, now Nian huaisu wears plain Chinese clothes and no sword blade.

Huaxi sighed, "I'm just passing by!"

This is very false. Huaxi understood it, but looking at Nian huaisu's gentle eyebrows, she lowered her eyes, went straight into the house and closed the door tightly.

This room is extremely cold, no hotter than the main room.

Huaxi stood in front of the door and dared not look at Nian huaisu again. She was afraid of Nian huaisu's sword, his tenderness and his indifference. Nian huaisu can stay with Yan Ming for so long because she is different, right?

Huaxi knew he was trembling with fear.

On the side of the painted River, the slim figure had walked to the table and gently poured a cup of tea. There was only a little heat on the jade cup. Nian huaisu held the jade cup and gently handed it to Huaxi: "it's inconvenient for the painting girl to come here to drink tea?"

"Of course not!"

"Did you come with the eighth Lord, but wanted to see Ben?"

"Both!"

Huaxi looked at Nian huaisu firmly, and his teeth were biting loudly.

In the first half of the night, Nian huaisu was still killing her. In the second half of the night, she sent her to the door. If Nian huaisu stabbed her directly at this time, she could only blame her own bad luck.

Now Nian huaisu seems to have no hostility.

At the thought of this, Huaxi frowned again. Nian huaisu's expression was the same when he killed. It's no different.

Such an idea once again frightened Huaxi himself.

Suddenly, Huaxi saw Nian huaisu smiling on one side. Huaxi clings to the wooden door, feels the cold of the door frame, and carefully says, "you and I know who killed Lord Yan. Why did you push it on the painter army in Kyoto?"

Even questioning is so discouraged.

Nian huaisu sat on the stool, supported the side outline with his elbow, looked at the painted River faintly, and said with a smile, "because I want to kill you."

So direct?

Huaxi was angry and said, "because Yan Ming wants to marry me, so you want to kill me?"

Nian huaisu's eyes blinked slightly: "you can also think that you don't want the eighth prince to have a weakness. Although you can't form that weakness now, it doesn't mean you won't be in the future."

In the past, huaisu always wore a military uniform or official uniform, even his hair was tied high. Now, she is lazy in pure white Chinese clothes, her black hair hangs down to her chest, her face is pink without makeup, and she is extremely beautiful. In this way, I looked at Huaxi with a lazy mind, but it made Huaxi feel at a loss.

Huaxi frowned: "what do you want? Can you let my brother out of heaven?"

"What do you think Ben will want?"

"Do you want me to leave Yan Ming forever and never appear again? Or do you want me to die in front of you?"

"You'll think about it." Nian huaisu covered his mouth and smiled, gently drank tea with a jade cup in his hand, and raised his eyebrows. "You girl probably read too many painting books and can talk nonsense."

The jade cup was gently placed on the table, and Nian huaisu got up.

Huaxi stared at the graceful back, but he didn't know what Nian huaisu was going to do. But the next scene stunned Huaxi

In, huaisu took a fox Cape from one side, gently tied it to the neck of Huaxi, stroked the white fur on it, and whispered in her ear, "the eighth Lord said you would come in, so he asked me to bring you some clothes. Don't be frozen."

She breathed like blue on the side of her face.

Huaxi looked at the beauty close at hand and said, "he... He just knew I was outside?"

"He knew you were coming to find me, so he left early and left you a chance."

"You -- you know I was just outside?"

"The moment you stepped out of the door, he and I knew it. Martial arts practitioners have good ears. Miss, your footsteps are weak. Naturally, they are different from those dead men. They understand it with one ear."

As soon as huaisu said this, the painting River turned red to the extreme. But now looking at Nian huaisu, Huaxi couldn't ask a word. She came to ask Nian huaisu to save Huawu. She also wanted to ask about Nian huaisu and Yan Ming.

Now, what else does she have to ask?

Among the three, only she is a fool!

"Just think I didn't show up!" Huaxi stamped his feet, opened the door and ran.

The door was open. Nian huaisu looked at the painting stream walking rapidly in the wind, but his smiling eyes were lonely.

What if she wants to kill Huaxi?

What if she wants to kill Huawu and pave the way for Yan Ming?

What if she wants Yandi to trust herself?

Now, all she can do is to save Huawu out of heaven prison, but to find a more suitable reason to make Yandi believe that everything has nothing to do with the eighth Prince's house and her.

It's easy to get the trust of Yan Emperor, but this easy need her to find.

Yan Ming wants to draw Xi alive and draw Wu out of the imperial city.

But Yan Ming never asked whether these were worth it.

Nian huaisu lightly closed the door, blew out the candle, quietly looked at the night outside the window and smiled bitterly: "I was born to help you. It has nothing to do with love. It's enough to have a place in my heart, Yan Ming."

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