Seven hundred and fifty -three roads

"Li Yanqing said he has been acting."

"I know."

"Huh? How do you know?"

"The soldiers in his hands borrowed him without compensation. What do you say I know?"

"嚯The survivors of the prefectures can become a army?"

"No, I am the prince of Xiangfu now, and the soldiers who borrowed his soldiers could not be the Heilin Army?"

"Dexing. Don't you drink this time?"

"Temporary quit."

"What is the abstinence for the time being?"

"Upset, the more annoying, so you quit."

"Seeing your status also seems to be the same.

The officials of the officials are always no shortage of views of the mountains. On the cliffs of the thousands of mountain birds, a mansion that can overlooks Lin Hai is embedded in it.

The two in them were sitting on a red sandalwood terrace,

The woman was in red, and Ying Ying was leaning.

The man was wearing a black robe, and he was casual and handsome.

Xu Yuan glanced at the flying cranes soaring between the sea of ​​clouds and fog forests, pouting his mouth, and returning to the anger:

"Originally, you should also be like me. My father said that above the North hunting, your father and him had the bottom. At first he was ready to pass on you."

Li Qingyan glanced at the man opposite and leaned away:

"But he finally changed his mind, so this palace is now idle."

Xu Yuan hummed, and said:

"Your father has not died one day, and the position of Chujun has always changed."

Li Qingyan heard the words, and the slender phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, like a crescent:

"So do you really plan to assassinate Li Yanyuan?"

"." Xu Yuan didn't answer.

Li Qingyan was a little quiet, and said quietly:

"Now with you, I always feel like there are wall barriers in the middle."

Xu Yuran.

The cold wind, the clouds and mist.

When the two met, they couldn't see a few words, and the tentative tentatives of Mingli accounted for half. Even if the other party did not intentionally do it, they would subconsciously go to this aspect.

But soon, Xu Yuan laughed:

"Isn't this nonsense? What is my identity in the north, what is my identity now?"

"Your mouth owed without changing."

Li Qingyan raised his hands and stood up with a scattered green silk, and laughed: "Still the same."

"Hate?"

"No, I like it quite."

"Then you have to look at it now."

Xu Yuan's eyes flashed with a strong tiredness, and his expression was soft: "Maybe you will never see Xu Changtian who owed now."

Li Qingyan was silent, and quietly took out a wine wine. After opening the red cloth cover, he drank it at the tons of the tons of the altar.

Xu Yuan watched the actions of the chest -wrapped princess, but did not stop, but laughed on the side:

"Why, some words can't be said when you are awake?"

The action stopped, and a ray of sake into the red silk placket along the woman's jaw and the white neck. Li Qingyan glanced at the opposite man.

"Do you think this palace is like a pretentious woman? It's just upset to drink."

Xu Yuan felt funny and said:

"I didn't say anything, why did you bother?"

"Is there any possibility?"

Li Qingyan put down the wine altar and stared at the man's eyes, and his voice stunned: "It is knowing that you are bored in your heart, and the palace feels depressed."

"."

The mountain breeze struck, dancing lightly.

Xu Yuan's eyes opened slightly, but then said silently:

"Why are you so."

Li Qingyan raised his hand and wiped the lip's liquor:

"Xu Changtian, do you remember a paragraph of your palace in the north?"

"Do you ask too much, do you give some prompts?"

"Hum, this way."

Li Qingyan snorted lightly, smiled at his eyes, and smiled like a flower: "Then the palace will ask you again.

"The first apostle, the maiden of the monitor of the Tiange, Xu San Shao's Hongyan is really better than the one. You should be quite proud of this?"

"." Xu Yuanwu was silent.

"Why don't you speak anymore?"

Li Qingyan smiled and looked at his complexity: "It seems that now answering this question again, your answer is different from the past."

Xu Yuan was not angry and angry about the behavior of sprinkling salt in his wound, but his eyes were soft.

When Li Qingyan saw that the other party did not respond, the tip of the tongue licked the red lips soaked by the liquor, and approached step by step:

"After all, the hatred of the uncle between them should not be able to turn it around."

"Oh"

After groaning for a while, Xu Yuan was still not angry, smiled, and his voice was gentle:

"It seems that you also know what happened at the Tianyuan event, but you don't have to advise me in this way to enlighten me. Before that, I was already ready to be so ready."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"."

Li Qingyan heard the words for a moment.

When she returned to her, the man on the opposite side had come to her side instantly.

Xu Yuanshun took the wine altar in her hand, took a sip, glanced at her sideways, and laughed:

"Qingyan, you said that in this vast sea of ​​people, why do you think of me, this is a coincidence, or an inevitable? I think it is inevitable."

Li Qingyan sniffed the man's at hand at hand, squinting his eyes:

"It seems that you are still very proud of this."

Xu Yuan reached out and squeezed the woman's Yingye who could not violate the Xiu Xun, and smiled at her eyes:

"No, I don't have the kind of young man's nature now, but I just feel like it is made."

The wind of the mountains was cold, and the man's body temperature passed through his fingertips.

Li Qingyan wanted to reach out to open the other person's salty pig's hand, but unfortunately the man in front of him was no longer the cultivation of the year. After the failure of the break, he let him hold it, flipped his eyes, and said:

"Then you say, why is this palace love you?"

"Because of the horizon, because of identity."

Xu Yuan loosened the woman's jaw, turned around her shoulders, and took it into her arms: "The painting book always loves to render the love that crosses the class, likes Miss Shuxiang falling in love with scholars, likes the nine -day fairy fell into Fanchen, and likes Wang Hou The village aunt who is not in love with the world is the simple expectation of people's hearts, because people are always Mu Qiang in this biological bone, and they will think about compatibility, but there is so compatible in this world.

"Whether it's Qingyan, or Ran Qingmo or Tianyan's position is above the cloud, those who can enter your vision are only two or three, and this son is a person above the cloud. You and I have In contact, attracting each other is almost inevitable.

"So I sometimes think that there should be many people in history that I have experienced what I have experienced now."

"."

Thinking about it carefully, Li Qingyan realized that he seemed to be able to agree with Xu Yuan.

As a woman who grew up in the military camp, she has seen hundreds of men, or humorous, or vicissitudes, or handsome.

But the identity of the royal family and the vision standing on the top of the mountain directly formed an invisible barrier between her and them.

She would find these people interesting, but she was overlooking the people's eyes.

It will also be brave and fearless for these people, but they will cherish the mentality of their treasures as their generals.

So she answered clearly:

"There must be."

"Yes."

Xu Yuan smiled softly: "So I won't entangle these, and I don't want to tangle these. I believe that the boat to the bridge is naturally straight."

Speaking of this,

Suddenly, Li Qingyan found that her hand was holding her hands on her side, and she trembled as if she was afraid that she would go from his fingertips.

The eyes of the phoenix were slightly drooping, and the slender eyelashes trembled.

And Xu Yuan also seemed to realize his inappropriateness, and the strength on his hand slowly slowed down, whispered:

"Sorry. The mouth is so free and easy, but my hand is so bad."

Speaking,

Xu Yuan glanced at his palm again, and whispered seriously:

"Qingyan, I don't know where the future will go, but I will find out a way to perfect, whether it is you, Qing Mo, or Tianyan."

(This chapter is finished)

    
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