Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

In, huaisu waded and looked at the frozen Yan Ming in the middle of the ice cold spring.

Those eyes were the tenderness she had not seen for a long time, and the tenderness Nian huaisu had been waiting for. She gently covered her hand on the ice and quietly looked at the smiling face of the teenager.

She held the ice and pressed her face deeply: "I've been waiting for you, waiting for you!"

Her voice trembled ceaselessly.

Yan Ming smiled across the ice: "I know you'll wait. I always know."

Even after sleeping for more than ten years, Yan Ming's voice has not changed. It is still the voice of youth. Time is frozen in his pupils.

Those eyes are beautiful and cool.

Mogan knelt on the bank, looked at Yan Ming across Nian huaisu, and wiped the blood on his forehead: "eighth Lord?"

As soon as this word fell, Luo Sang immediately fastened Mo Gan's neck, which made Mo Gan's face pale more.

The Huns were not small among the States, so they had the ability to fight in Xizhou. But when Emperor Yan borrowed troops, he was very hesitant. Nian huaisu took tens of thousands of troops after several twists and turns and was able to lend them to the Xiongnu.

As a prince of Xiongnu, Mogan wanted to be in Eastern Shu and borrow it in person.

As long as there are enough soldiers, Huaxi can surrender. If he surrenders, Huaxi must be his. Then all the sacrifices of life are not in vain.

Thinking this time, Mogan himself kowtowed: "eighth Lord, Mogan came to borrow troops on behalf of the Huns."

Yan Ming seemed to have never heard of it. Leaning on the ice, he said faintly to the distant front: "since you can save the king, the king will not find trouble in Nanyue in these three or two years, okay?"

Yan Ming glanced at the distance ahead.

There, a young girl came from under the cliff and directly stood behind Nian huaisu.

Nian huaisu straightened up: "Shan Jue?"

Shan Jue kicked his foot in the ice cold spring and sneezed gently: "three or two years? It's unnecessary. What does it have to do with me whether Nanyue is subjugated? All I want is my own peace."

Shan Jue's smiling face is shining here.

Luo Sang frowned, and his heart was full of gossip. Looking at Shan Jue, he didn't know her mind. Luo Sang also knew that what Shan Jue thought was different from what he said. His thoughts were changeable every day, but he was a difficult person to understand.

Nian huaisu smiled: "you ignore Nanyue and are like you."

Shan Jue quietly coagulated Yan Ming and sighed: "it will take two years for your body to break through the ice. I'll see you take a good rest and raise your scattered internal skills."

Shan Jue gently wiped the ice surface with one hand and shook his head.

Yan Ming's martial arts are gone, but the party concerned doesn't have any pity. On the contrary, she is very sorry for Yan Ming. Just thinking about what Nian huaisu said at that time, Shan Jue was even more curious.

Yan Ming was not born to practice martial arts deliberately, but his skill is excellent. If he loses all his martial arts, how fast should he start again?

At the thought of this, Shan Jue was nervous.

She quietly looked at Yan Ming's evil eyes and was already exploring.

Yan Ming moved in the ice and couldn't move. Instead, he smiled: "Shan Jue, you're worried."

The wind surged all over the body, and something came out across the ice. In an instant, a pine on the bank was broken, neat, and the broken wood broke with a bang.

At this moment, even Nian huaisu was shocked.

Yan Ming raised his lips, and the voice came from the ice: "internal skill, do you need to repair? No."

Goose bumps started from Shan Jue.

Martial arts are gone, and her internal power is higher than her... If Yan Ming takes it seriously, can anyone in this continent beat him?

Nian huaisu smiled mildly and glanced at the broken wood: "it's impossible to practice martial arts again when martial arts are exhausted. The king is different, he was born different."

——What's the difference?

Shan Jue was disgusted and bit her teeth. Her jealous eyebrows trembled. She worked hard to have this martial arts. If it weren't for the obstruction of Lianyin, her martial arts would be no higher than this.

But Yan Ming is just like this

——Son of troubled times.

For the first time, Shan Jue's thoughts soared in her heart. Standing in the ice water, she coagulated Yan Ming and Nian huaisu, and said faintly, "in addition to the God of war painting the river in Xizhou these years, there are more Wenzhi emperors. The eighth Lord should know this."

"Painting stream... God of war?" Yan Ming smiled on his lips. "Is he already the leader of the painter's army?"

When Nian huaisu heard this, her heart was heavy. She bowed down and said, "Huaxi went to war with the Huns with the army of painters, and the Huns came to Eastern Shu to borrow troops. That's why she brought Prince Mogan here."

Nian huaisu thought Yan Ming would be angry, but there was no such scene.

Yan Ming glanced at Mo Gan faintly: "since he kowtowed his head, he borrowed troops. In the end, let's see how long the troops in Xizhou can last, isn't it good?"

At that moment, Lausanne had understood something, dragged the skirt of the Mogan prince, and jumped off the cliff in an instant.

Here, only Nian huaisu and Shan Jue are left.

However, Yan Ming still didn't say anything. He glanced at Shan Jue, sighed, put his hand behind his head and said, "well, can't I go?"

After that, Shan Jue followed Lausanne down the wanzhang cliff.

Yan Ming closed his eyes slightly: "do you know what the price of rebirth is?"

In, huaisu's feet had been red and swollen by the ice spring. She was still gritting her teeth and insisted: "I don't know at the end."

Yan Ming smiled and said, "lose what she has and trap what she gets. This is the price of a bad end."

That laughter is bitter and silent.

Nian huaisu suddenly looked at Yan Ming: "the end will not know what this means."

"Sister Huai Su, what do you think is the most important thing for Huaxi?" Yan Ming opened his eyes and looked at the solitude in the distance.

Nian huaisu whispered: "in the past, maybe it was Huawu, but Huawu betrayed the painter's army. Since then, the first choice in the heart of the painting girl must be you, eighth Lord."

"Yes... She is willing to die for the king..." the eye wave in Liuli's eyes bullied and disappeared. Yan Ming looked at Nian huaisu, "she has lost her memory, right?"

Nian huaisu gritted his teeth and nodded his head. He didn't dare to say anything more.

Yan Ming still smiled and said bitterly, "she can forget anyone or everyone, but she can't remember me anymore. She can't remember me forever. This is the price of rebirth. She will completely forget me!"

"I regret it -"

"Is it important that she is alive? I don't regret that she has been frozen for 15 years in exchange for her life. Now, it's just her hairpin age. I will have a chance to make up with her. She said she would come to East Shu to find me."

"Even if she's not her anymore?"

Yan Ming was slightly stunned. He looked at Nian huaisu and smiled. He was drunk with the calm wind: "if she forgets me and knows her again, it is the promise that the king can make. He promised to marry her."

He read and thought that Chengzhan's pupils smiled more.

Even if he reads the name of Huaxi, can he look like this... Yan Ming is moved after all

In, huaisu suddenly knelt in front of Yan Ming. His whole body curled up in the cold spring. His voice trembled: "it's useless at the end. Rong he and the girl were killed by Huawu!"

The long silence rippled and opened in the cold spring

The Luo family has been working for Princess Hui. This has not happened for generations. Nian huaisu doesn't know how important the Luo family is to Yan Ming, but he knows that Yan Ming has always been very good at capacity and protection.

Those dead men, who were poisoned, were willing to obey.

Rong and girl are different. There is no trace of being controlled by Gu. She is willing to work for the eighth Prince's residence. Yan Ming never mentioned Ronghe and never really used Ronghe.

The only task was painting martial arts.

If he refuses to use Ronghe, he cares. If he cares, he will certainly cherish it. Nian huaisu has stayed in the eighth Prince's residence for so long. He knows Yan Ming's temperament and the importance of something in his heart.

"Rong he... How did he die?"

The voice came from above. Nian huaisu gritted his teeth and said, "Huawu stabbed Ronghe girl's back ridge with a sword. There were thirteen swords. Ronghe didn't hide..."

"Those who are killed by painting Wu have a high regard for painting Wu."

The voice had no anger, but hesitated for a minute.

Nian huaisu still knelt, looked at Yan Ming's silent appearance and whispered: "I don't know why Huawu uses thirteen swords. It's something that can be solved with one sword..."

Yan Ming's glazed eyes were empty: "since Rong he was born, his mother planted Xingyue's blood essence. Painting martial arts, a sword can't kill her, nor can it kill her."

Nian huaisu suddenly looked at Yan Ming: "the stars and the moon are so hard to find. Empress huifei is willing to plant the stars and the moon in Rong he's body? It's the fault of the last general that the last general is incompetent and didn't save Rong he girl!"

"If it's wrong, you might as well blame Liu Luoyuan, but what's the use of blaming her? If the king guesses well, Liu Luoyuan's life has already been returned to the painting Wu?"

"Hua Wu killed Liu Luoyuan and Rong he, but the world thought they died of disease." Nian huaisu said in a deep voice, "the Lord guessed right."

This time, Yan Ming no longer said anything, but closed his eyes again.

It's quiet here. He seems to sleep again, or he doesn't want to mention anything again. It's OK to leave the battlefield to luosang, and it's all for her to guard Yan Ming here.

And Rosen, it's time to grow up.

They have nothing to do with the outside world.

……

After 31 years of Wanli in Xizhou, it came after all. This year, when the ice disintegrated, Huaxi married Ning Xiluo, the monarch of the western state, and married without any omen.

Huaisu will always remember that on the day Yan Ming broke through the ice and stepped into Xizhou, Qionghua was in full bloom. He stood at the entrance of the streets of Kyoto in a flaming red dress, masked Xi Rong and stood quietly.

Huaxi returned from the war and was driving on a high horse. All the people were kneeling on both sides.

While Huaxi, the lightness skill of sweeping the river directly rushed into the dragon chase——

Emperor Wenzhi painted the river with his eyes full of gentleness and a faint voice: "river, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

At that time, Huaxi nodded and smiled softly: "it's only two months to get married. All three wars have won. Can you reward it?"

"Reward?" Wenzhi Feng's eyes were faint, and the clear laughter spread, "then I will reward Xi'er not to go to the battlefield. Is it so feasible? Is Xi'er willing?"

Huaxi was angry, and a pair of cold eyes showed some dissatisfaction: "the war is not peaceful, it's not good."

They stood in front of the dragon and said so and so in front of all the people.

The inner prison on one side looked at it and looked back at the people. The tip of his eyebrows frowned and took back the survey. In, huaisu looked down and thought, and knew that the internal supervisor was manager Zhang who saw outside the school yard of the painting house that day

However, Yan Ming no longer moved. He swept over the tall wood, covered it in red, and quietly looked at the beautiful face like Huaxi in front of him

Yan Ming didn't say anything, just looked at him like that.

This is Xizhou and Kyoto. For the first time, Nian huaisu was afraid of what Yan Ming had done. But there was nothing. Yan Ming was more calm than Nian huaisu imagined.

Yan Ming married someone else in exchange for his life... And he was frozen for more than ten years. He didn't know anything. He just looked at his life and handed it over to others.

So, what's the picture?

Nian huaisu felt pain in his heart. When the crowd dispersed, he followed Yan Ming to cloud mansion, where he would use it in the future and where everything began.