Chapter 71 Don't Love

Lan Su's whole body stood stiff on the spot like a stone carving and wood sculpture, and Qingying's real words kept echoing in her ear, "This is 'peach blossom'!" She thought in amazement that the so-called "peach magus" was actually in the name of shape and meaning. Isn't the blood of the girl stained on the front of the Qingying real blue Taoist robe exactly as red as the three spring peach blossoms?

Miro couldn't care about her biological mother at this time. Her hands holding the cowhide water bag trembled a little, and she didn't know whether she was happy or afraid. She only saw a pair of excitement flashing in her big eyes.

"Master, you see, this is really different from the previous one!" Miro's hands also splashed a lot of the girl's blood, which made her beautiful face more beautiful. But the light in her eyes was very scary, as gloomy as wild phosphorus fire. Lan Shu sadly found that her daughter did not regard the poor girl in front of her as her kind at all. Although the age of the two of them seemed to be almost the same, for Milo, she was a prey and a hunter, and she really didn't need any pity.

When Qingying saw that Lan Su seemed to have suffered a great blow, he couldn't help but feel comfortable. After the country, how many difficulties the means of that day had added to him. Unexpectedly, there would be such a moment of fear. How could he not be complacent?

He still wanted to stab Lan Soo a few words, but Mi Luo on one side had stretched out a hand and pulled his sleeve with great dissatisfaction. "Master, how is this?"

Qing Zhenren couldn't resist her, so she had to temporarily put down Lan Yu's head, put her head over and take a look. ** sniffed a few times, "Well," she nodded repeatedly, "The color is bright red, the fragrance is fragrant, and it's a great product!"

He touched Milo's head and said very kindly, "Good girl, with such luck, do you know how many people can't get such a good place to refine the blood of 'peach blossoms' all their lives!"

Miro was even more proud when he heard this. He also put his little nose and smelled it. His eyes lit up. He turned his face and smiled at Qingying Zhenren, "Really! It smells much sweeter than the previous ones!"

At this time, the blood in the girl's heart was almost exhausted, and the cowhide water bag was already dexterous and full of seven or eight points. Milo stuffed the seal tightly with satisfaction, turned around and came to Qingying Zhenren, without looking at Lansu.

Lan Su's eyes were blank. He watched blankly as the palace man untied the body of the tragic girl from the chair. Without wrapping the list, he carried it out head and foot, and didn't know where he had gone.

Miro happily walked out with the Qingying real person, but Lan Su's feet were firmly tied to the ground like a long root, until her close palace people struggled to get up from the ground and came forward tremblingly to help her, "Empress dowager, let's go back!"

Lan Shu woke up like a dream and didn't say anything. He nodded slightly and walked out of the side hall with the palace man.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the sky was shining with snow, which looked particularly beautiful. The unique golden plum in the royal garden has also been blooming in the snow, and a very strong fragrance different from other plum blossoms lingered around her nose, causing her to sneeze.

"The mother should take care of the phoenix body." A voice that I couldn't explain what it meant hit his ear. Lansu raised his head and saw that three or four steps away from him, Yuan Li was wearing a newly made sable coat and a crown made of fine gold on his head. His face was like a crown and his eyes were like stars, and he was looking at her with a smile.

She suddenly had an evil fire from nowhere. She rushed over with her teeth and claws, hoping to tear open Yuan's chest to see what color his heart was!

She was like a mad tiger, and even the palace people serving beside her were stunned. They watched her hold Yuan's clothes and gritted their teeth and said, "Yuan! I treat you well! Why do you want to hurt me? Why did you kill my daughter!"

At this time, the palace people came to their senses and hurried up to pull her away, but they were stopped by Yuan Wei. He grabbed Lan Su with one hand and waved with the other hand, "Go down, I and my mother have something to say..."

The palace people had no choice but to retreat obediently. Lan Su, the close-fits palace man, passed by this thrilling morning, was so scared that he could communicate with tears and was dragged far away by several eunuchs.

Yuan is a martial arts practitioner, and his hands are not small. Although Lan Yu is fierce, he is a deep palace woman with no power to bind chickens in front of him. When he was held by his pair of iron claw-like hands, he felt pain into his bone marrow. He bit his lower lip to death, his face was white, and he could not say anything more.

Seeing that she was unable to resist, Yuan Li's pale face gradually recovered. He raised his thin lips and whispered in Lan Su's ear, "My sister got her mother. How can I let her die like this?"

Lan Shou's throat sounded, and her whole body was like a trapped female beast. Yuan Li frowned and looked at her. Because the light outside was bright, it shone a few traces of silver gray in her hair. The lines at the corners of her neck also appeared, and the beads of her eyes were turbid yellow. In this way, how can a half-old woman still have a charm?

Yuan felt very ridiculous. Why did he treat her as a beauty before and didn't feel bad appetite?

When he thought about this, he felt that it was unbearable to even touch her skin again. He pushed her in disgust, regardless of her stammering to the ground, and said coldly, "The mother is still important to maintain. She has her own plans for the matter of Milo's sister, and there is a master beside her, which is always very integrated."

This means that Miro knows what he has done. Not only does he not want to dissuade him, but he is happy to see it. Lan Suyi was sure of his conjecture and hated Yuan Li very much, but he didn't dare to think about the past for fear of cold teeth.

Seeing her sitting on the ground, Yuan Li felt satisfied. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his hand and brushed his sleeves away.

Lan Su looked at the handkerchief slowly falling, symbolizing the emperor's bright yellow falling in the snow, looking gorgeous and desolate.

Beijin did not withdraw for a day, and the "Wei Army" stationed troops for a day. Huo Qiyue traveled widely and didn't know what method he used to vaguely hear the abnormal movements in the Beijin Palace. Early in the morning, he knew that Miro's background was strange, and the matter of the Wudan snake had nothing to do with her, so he was particularly careful.

In terms of soldiers, horses, bows and arrows, Wei Jia has never been afraid of anyone with the "guard army", but if the enemy uses some dirty methods, it is really hard to say what the results are.

Seeing that he has been in trouble these days, sometimes he doesn't talk much when he returns to the account after discussing with Wei Jia. He is distressed and anxious. However, she is not as decisive as her eldest sister, and Huo Qiyu doesn't tell her much about the truth, only for nothing.

Fortunately, Huo Qiyu sympathized with her, accompanied her in the account when she was free, and laughed with her to reduce her worries. However, the situation was like a mountain rain. No matter how strong the smile was, no one in the whole camp could be as big as this.

On this day, Huo Qiyue went out of the camp with Wei Jia early in the morning and didn't know where he went. Yingluo got up early in the morning and didn't see him. She was a little stuffy and couldn't do anything. For the first time, she wanted to go back to Qiongjiang.

When I was unhappy, I only heard an unfamiliar voice outside, saying that I was here to send a post.

Ziluo is surprised. What old knowledge will he have here? Moreover, it is difficult to be suspicious of the post sent at this time.

She opened the curtain and came out to see a small colonel in the camp. At the age of twelve or three, she held a post in her hand, and her lips and tongue were very good. She only said that someone was outside the camp. Xiaohui picked it up and gave it to him to send it.

"Little gray?" Yiluo needed to think about it to know that it was the disfigured soldier. "Since he picked it up, why didn't you give it to me?"

The little colonel sighed, "Hoff doesn't know anything. Xiaohui is pitiful and speechless."

Yingluo was stunned and felt sad. After thanking the small school, he returned to the account and opened the invitation and looked at it carefully.

She changed her face when she saw the ink painting. Originally, Yuan Li knew that she had married into a woman, so she would rest her mind. After all, she quickly married a country. After all, Beijin is still vacant, which is very unruly. Who knew he was so persistent.

Yiluo felt very headache and felt that it was inappropriate to ignore it. She poured herself a cup of hot tea and felt a little relieved after drinking it. She carefully sorted out the scene of her relationship with Yuan Wei in her mind. In addition to the fact that she didn't know anyone at that time, the Virgin Mary was worried for a moment and saved his life. There was really no intersection, let alone how his eldest sister and brother-in-law refused to propose. She really can't figure out what benefits she has, which is worth thinking about so far?

How did she know what she meant to Yuan, just like a person who had been trekking in the ice field saw a blooming lotus flower, which was so fresh and bright with a warm atmosphere that he had never experienced before. That glance may be a lifetime. But if such an obsession is shattered one day, how will he deal with himself?

Go to the appointment or not? Yingluo pinched the invitation and fell into meditation, not paying attention to the dust that quickly passed outside the account.

Saero looked at the sitting luo through the gap in the cloth behind the tent, and he was a little excited and disgusted.

It's time to help him and let him see the content of the invitation. The anger in his eyes could almost burn the word "Yuan" out. He couldn't wait to take this invitation to avenge him.

But he didn't.

When his parents and siblings die, they must be very painful. How can he return them to his enemies more and more? He looked at Yingluo's back and sneered in his heart. Miss Yingluo, Huoren, you are really the lucky star of mine and my family!