Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

People heard that Wenzhi had gone to Binghan spring, but they had not found the body of Yunxi.

People heard that Wenzhi told the world to look for it, but there was no result.

On his last day in Nanyue, Yan Ming took Nian huaisu and Yunxi into a carriage. I don't know how long later, the carriage suddenly stopped.

The little fellow Shen An tightened the reins and looked at the obstructer in front with a pale face.

The summer heat is shrouded in the shade of trees.

A slender finger gently pressed on the curtain. Nian huaisu raised the curtain slightly, looked at the obstructer, smiled gently, looked at the man behind the carriage, and whispered, "it's Miss Xi."

In, huaisu got off the bus and stood with a sword. She had already been blocked. Although she couldn't use martial arts, she still stood in front of the carriage like a guard.

Huaxi stood in front of her. Her graceful appearance was as beautiful as before. Her beautiful eyes were shining. Even if she was sweating, her face was so beautiful.

The painting stream is the same as before. It is still pure pink skirt, ink hair and waist, and flowers look all over the world.

Nian huaisu smiled and leaned over again: "Miss Xi, what can I do for you?"

Huaxi walked around huaisu's body and looked at the carriage: "that day, his injury --"

Nian huaisu said nothing and patted his hand. At this moment, a girl came down from the carriage. Since Huaxi saw the girl, her face was a little white.

Even with an unbelievable appearance, Huaxi retreated slightly: "Yunxi -"

Hearing the sound of Huaxi, Yunxi naturally smiled warmly. He walked to Nian huaisu and blessed Huaxi slightly. He skillfully said, "long time no see, God of war."

That voice... How can I not be familiar with the painting stream?

She has lived in Yunxi for so long. Now Yunxi stands in front of her alive. Her eyes look at Huaxi with a color that is more dazzling than the sun, and her face has a look of joy.

Huaxi reached out and wanted to touch Yunxi, but Yunxi stepped forward and gently hugged her.

Shivering all over facilitates this moment!

The warm body seems to be real and alive!

Yunxi is still alive?

Yunxi just buried his face in Huaxi's arms and rubbed it gently: "I heard that the God of war has done many things with this body, good or bad. For me, it is the glory of the God of war. Meeting the God of war today is no longer a dream, but a real meeting. In the boundless darkness, every day, Yunxi is looking forward to the moment when the God of war calls Yunxi's name."

Yunxi's voice was very light. At the moment when he left in Huaxi's arms, Huaxi held Yunxi's arm: "Yan Ming saved Yunxi, right?"

The voice trembled and Huaxi looked at the carriage.

There was still no movement in the carriage.

Yunxi smiled and tilted his head gently like Yan Ming: "that year, the God of war was poisoned by green silkworm poison. Yunxi was willing to give it to you, and Yunxi was willing to be suffocated by yunchenyue in the gold box."

When he said this, Yunxi smiled with great joy.

Seems... Seems to be talking about what a great thing, without any concern? Huaxi looked at the man in front of him, but smiled gently.

It's so different from what she imagined.

It doesn't matter what kind of person Yan Ming is and what kind of past he has with himself. Yan Ming was relieved when he refused to come out to see her.

What would Yan Ming look like in the past?

At that time, Yan Ming, when robbing her, spoke very hard and started very hard.

Now Yan Ming is sitting quietly in the carriage, maybe thinking, maybe sleeping, maybe he doesn't care about anything?

On that day, Yan Ming dropped a rice paper letter in his hand. He wanted to see the content of it

It doesn't matter how she killed herself at that time.

Huaxi reached out and gently rubbed Yunxi's hair. The corners of her lips had raised too much. In an instant, she took Yunxi directly into her arms, closed her eyes and cleared her voice: "thank you."

——Why say thank you?

Yunxi was stunned. Her warm, tropical and fragrant body had left her.

Under the sunset, Huaxi stood with his hands on his back. The ink developed in the wind, with the smile of Dismissal: "Nian huaisu, take care of him."

When he turned his back, he was already in tears.

The bright pupils looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, rising and falling.

She can't remember the memories mentioned by Yan Ming, but the heart that once moved Yan Ming can't move anymore. But that day, when she looked at Yan Ming's fierce red clothes, she couldn't help missing.

That yearning has penetrated for many years and can't reach an end.

How her father, or her brother, died, and how her mood looked, now she was completely clear.

Whether the painter army once led by Huawu should be reorganized is clear.

Painting Lanfeng once said that the painter army slaughtered the village and destroyed the painting Lanfeng family... Now the painting river has completely understood that mood.

Did Hua Wu give the order?

Maybe the order was really given by Huawu.

Step by step, Huaxi went in the opposite direction to Yan Ming, and the sunset shone on her hair.

Ahead, someone is standing quietly in front of the dragon and waiting for him.

That pair of Phoenix eyes clearly extinguished the silent eyes, and the pure white dragon shirt was stained with some ash due to leaning on the pine. Ning Xiluo didn't say anything, but looked at the crying red eyes of Huaxi.

"What are you crying for?"

"The star and moon I wanted to send, but I didn't send it. It's a little embarrassing."

Huaxi stretched out his fist, and a star came out from the middle of his hand. The star and moon wrapped around the direction of the wind and gradually fell into ningxiluo's hand.

Ning Xiluo said faintly, "why? Don't you want to make up with him and never return?"

Huaxi laughed. She said faintly, "you obviously hate me to meet Yan Ming, but now you let me find it. What are you going to do?"

The bright eyes looked at the stars and moon in ningxiluo's hands, and there was no dense.

Ning Xiluo put away the stars and moon and said softly, "after Yan Ming's martial arts are restored, the state of Zhou will not be peaceful. I just use Xi'er to arouse Yan Ming's compassion for the people in the world."

"In a word, you say it with high sounding."

"Anyway, in Xi'er's eyes, what I do is just to use." Ning Xiluo filled his ice broken pupils with a little displeasure and quietly looked at the carriage that had left in front.

Huaxi sneered and put his hands behind his back: "are you afraid that his martial arts will be inferior to him in the future? Are you afraid that he will rob your country?"

For the first time, Huaxi saw Ning Xiluo's sigh. He glanced down at the painted River and frowned slightly: "I'm afraid when he robbed the river and mountains -"

"Huh?"

"It will hurt you by mistake." Ning Xiluo looked at Huaxi and took her into his arms, "but he let go. I'm sure to tell you."

"Why?"

The gentle and slender hand gently stroked the hair of Huaxi. Ning Xiluo had a gentle smile: "why didn't Yan Ming get off the carriage when you just went to stop the carriage? Don't you understand?"

The painting stream was unknown. He just looked at Ning Xiluo: "what?"

"He put down all the disagreements in his heart. For the first time, he seriously slept in the past and slept soundly. Can't you notice that breath, martial artist? You're more stupid with Yan Ming's internal power."

"So fragrant?"

"It smells good."

“……”

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At night.

The carriage was still in a hurry.

In the carriage, Yunxi looked at Yan Ming's sleeping appearance with both hands on his cheeks and smiled sweetly: "sister Huai Su, why did the prince sleep so long today? It's different from usual."

In, huaisu gently put down the tea lamp in his hand and looked at the quiet sleeping appearance of the person in his arms. Instead, he smiled: "he said that only in his sleep can he better practice his internal skills. Once he exceeds Wenzhi, he will win Wenzhi."

Yunxi was stunned and said in surprise, "can you practice your internal skills in dreams?"

Such words made Nian huaisu sneer: "I can't. He's so powerful."

The silver hair hung from the ground, and it was very long.

Since Yan Ming's martial arts recovered, his hair grew very fast. Now he is too different from the past. He no longer wears the strong red clothes, but always likes to wear them indiscriminately.

Just like today, I wore the color of Shen Jinghong, blue.

Just like before, I also wore the color of qingluan, emerald green.

Buying clothes in this way is different, but Shen An has to wash clothes every day, but Shen An is very happy.

It was as if Yan Ming was going to win the world of Xizhou again after wearing the purple.

If he is captured in this world, according to Shen An's words, he will be arranged to be a prison in the palace. Shen An is extremely unwilling, and Yunxi is unwilling to be the palace maid.

It's better for a few people in a line to be the carefree immortal.

Looking at Nian huaisu's dazed appearance, Yunxi carefully said, "now, when the God of war sees me, will he tell emperor Wenzhi? Then emperor Wenzhi will kill me in order to eliminate the mustard?"

She rubbed her arm under her sleeve, the palace sand that had long disappeared on her white arm, but she didn't know when she came back

Yunxi was stunned and got up and met his head.

She exclaimed, "come back, come back!"

Nian huaisu smiled and looked at Yunxi's bewildered joy: "your body has begun to recover its original appearance. All traces left by Huaxi will disappear."

"Does that include internal power..." Yunxi was reluctant to give up.

In, huaisu slightly turned his eyes and looked at the sleeping man in his arms: "he said that it was a gift that Huaxi was willing to leave you, and it was also a gift left by the stars and the moon. It's what you should have, Yunxi."

The breeze fluttered slightly.

Amid the pleasantly surprised laughter of Yunxi, Nian huaisu looked out of the window at the night.

Stars dot the sky and the heart, more like the eyes of a teenager.

The sleeping boy gently rubbed Nian huaisu's arms and gently clenched her hand.