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Eight flowers found that as long as these four people go out and come back, every one who is most embarrassed is Xue Lang.

The prince was wearing Xue Lang's clothes. Although he was dark blue, he was still elegant, but his face was too cold and solemn.

They saw such a prince for the first time.

The prince always smiles slightly. Although the light flowing out of the corners of his eyes is chilling, today's cold killing is even more daunting.

But why is the prince unhappy? And the prince's clothes... why did they run to Luo Wen'er?

What's going on?

Eight flowers exchanged their eyes, and Qi Qi burst into the only association that could produce when they saw such a scene. Qi Qi stared at Lao Wu... Later, he could only dig news from his mouth.

However, Wu, the only old man who did not change his clothes, was dejected at this moment and stood beside Xue Lang, who was still extraordinary in his middle clothes, like an eggplant beaten by frost. He kept looking at the prince, as if he could see some big secret from the back of the prince's head.

What the hell is going on?

Miss Luo broke out of the prince's arms. Although she was a little unstable, she rushed straight back to the room.

Wanbing Wanqing wanted to follow, but was stopped by Qian Yumo, shook her head at them, and only ordered in a low voice. Wanying, who was closer, only heard the word "water".

The eight flowers looked at each other and retreated together.

The surrounding is suddenly quiet, and the needle can be heard.

Qian Yumo held his hand, and Lang Hao seemed to have received a silent order, saluted, and retreated silently.

There are only two masters and servants left in the garden.

The wind passed, shaking the string of golden osmanthus, and the fragrance fell all over the shoulders.

is bleak.

Hu Lun watched a flower slide down on her shoulder, and her knees felt soft and fell to the ground.

However, Qian Yumo didn't seem to notice it at all. He just stood with his hands behind his hands. He didn't know whether he was looking at Luo Wen'er's room or passing through the room and falling somewhere else. He didn't say anything for a long time.

Hu Lun's lips trembling and wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth. He only closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

Today, Luo Wener knocked down the master by the stream, turned around and ran away.

The master was also happy to joke with her and was about to catch up. He stopped the master...

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter how the master usually "hustles around" outside, this day must be spent in the palace.

Not only on this day, but also on any festival, which palace the master went to and which palace to stay in, is extremely exquisite and of great significance.

Because the women in the palace are not only simple concubines, they are the "gifts" used by various countries to pay, and they are also used to monitor the endless details. Although the master is the king of a country, he is a bargaining chip to counterbalance countries and even the Yuan Dynasty. Although his likes and dislikes are silent, they have become a silent hint in the eyes of others, affecting the situation in the world. Even if it is as fine as the wind, as long as you push away a layer of ripples, it will pass away, from the stream to the river, from the river to the sea, and then fluctuate the whole ocean.

In many cases, the master wants to use these intentional or unintentional likes and dislikes to create or calm the affairs between the country, the king and the minister.

This is true not only for him, but also for the heads of states and important figures for all countries.

The master once laughed and said that the lord of the country is not a human, but a donkey, one has no freedom, and the other must bear all the lives of his family on his body. The larger the area, the heavier the burden. What's ridiculous is that people often only see the beauty of the donkey's surface and want to grab it and hang it on their bodies, but they don't know that once they wear donkey accessories, they will become involuntarily. However, it seems that he has been possessed. Even so, he still has to expand his field and seems to want to kill himself.

Of course, you can also kick or yell, but in exchange, it is a leather whip.

The master is suffering, he knows. The master always smiles, but it's just to cover up the helplessness in his heart, and isn't this smile a gorgeous accessory? Or, it is a temporary escape...

If it is said that this is the suffering of the monarch of the world, and the master also has another suffering, it is the nine prince... Qian Yuhong.

Every generation of the Qianyu family will give birth to a son with magical ability. Although he still doesn't know what ability he has, he only knows that such a character should be supported regularly with the blood of the country until he reveals his ability, otherwise he will wither and die, and this time is the full moon night.

One bowl a month, it has been more than five years since the king ascended the throne. No matter how strong you are, you can't stand such a toss, not to mention the master's body...

According to the rules, the prince should reflect a different side from ordinary people at the age of 20, but...

Do you want to continue to support like this?

Every time, he looked at the master scratching the thin blade on his wrist without changing his face, and at the blood-white jade bowl, he couldn't help turning his head, but the blood sounded so thin and lingering in his ear.

For this reason, the master's diet is always necessary to replenish blood.

For this reason, the three days before and after the full moon night are to be cultivated in the palace. But for that woman, the master came out of the palace on such an important day...

So, he stopped his master and vowed that he would find Luo Wener and send him back to the hospital safely.

The master hesitated, but the master also knew that today was unusual.

He repeatedly persuaded... Because the master is the king of the same country and can't make any difference, so Lang Hao can't stay, but wants to escort the master back to the palace.

He did go to find Luo Wen'er and tried his best. However, Luo Wener ran so fast that he delayed this moment by the stream. Even with the light skill of a three-legged cat, it was still laborious.

Fortunately, his ability was not in vain. He finally saw Luo Wener's back and saw her running into an alley.

He blocked the other end and planned to wait for the rabbit, but after a long time, he didn't see her come out. He was about to go in, but there was a "husband and wife" beside him.

The husband raised his eyes and looked at him with fierce eyes.

He instinctively felt something was wrong, so he pretended to be afraid and hurriedly trotted away.

Then I saw them go in, and then I heard a scream inside, but Luo Wen'er only shouted and there was no movement. She thought she was gagged.

He crept over and found their intentions. At that moment, he wanted to rush in, but...

If it hadn't been for Luo Wener, wouldn't the master have been as important as today? The dream concubine five years ago has made her master lose his heart, and it is easy to adjust over the years. Although it seems that he is still not doing his job. Just because outsiders don't know what the master is doing, his heart is clear.

Master, he has great ambitions.

So, how can he make a Luo Wener make his master the same mistake and see the sun?

So, take a step back...

So, I left the alley...

However, after all, she did something wrong. After all, Luo Wener has a constant relationship with another important person of Wuya. After all, Luo Wener has done nothing wrong and is respectful to "Lao Wu"...

So his footsteps were chaotic, so he turned around while running, and then bumped into his master.

The master came back...

He only had time to see the gorgeous and handsome face, only to see the rare coldness on his face, and then there was a flash of white light...

He seemed to hear a scream, and when he staggered to the alley, he saw the master falling from the sky and wrapping his robe around Luo Wener...

At this moment, he knelt down and didn't know whether today's incident was fortunate or unfortunate for him. Maybe he should be glad that Luo Wener was just frightened, otherwise...

"Hu Lun, what did you warn you?"

He closed his eyes and swallowed with difficulty and spit: "No... be smart!"

"I thought you had forgotten..."

"But the master..."

However, the dark blue sleeve just moved, and he naturally silenced.

After stopping for a moment, Fang said, "Master, it's getting late..."

No one answered him. He only saw the dark blue robe swing, and the master passed him silently.

But he believes that when the master left, he must have looked deeply at the silent room in front of him...

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The first lunar month rises, and the quiet reflection is on the surface of the water.

There is no wind tonight, so it's like two smooth mirrors hanging in the dark.

Luo Wener sat on the Taihu stone by the lake, holding her knees, as if she was enjoying the beautiful scenery and sinking into a dream, motionless.

A figure stood behind her for a long time. The snow-colored robe was immersed in the moonlit night and was also coated with a light gold, but it was more gorgeous and more eye-catching than the full moon.

Hu Lun saw it from afar and shook his head.

He knew that the king was definitely coming tonight.

Because today is... Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wang Shang......

Do you really want to make the same mistake?

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The full moon is in the sky, like a disk cast by gold powder. Although there is no wind, the gold powder floats and weaves a thin layer of gold yarn, covering around, like a dream.

In the illusion and truth, there is a little osmanthus falling, hanging on the hair of the person sitting on the stone, shoulder, like silver like sleet, like snow like a star.

That day, it was also under the osmanthus tree. The two fought against each other, and the osmanthus also fell like this. There was one on the hair in front of her forehead, like a butterfly perched on the weed leaves, trembling with the wind.

Several times, he wanted to brush down for her, but his hand was tight and tight, and he couldn't. He didn't want to interrupt the accidental raised eyes and accidentally smiled at his naughty and mysterious smile because of his "unintentional".

But now, he stepped forward and stood quietly behind her.

His shadow was long next to her shadow. He saw her hair tail moving gently and the osmanthus hanging on her long hair slide down... He knew that her eyes were falling on his shadow.

However, I am speechless.

For a long time, Qian Yumo sighed silently, but the corners of his lips were smiling, as usual.

stepped forward, regardless of whether she agreed or not, and sat on the stone and looked at her with a smile.

And her eyes only glanced at him and glanced aside.

seemed to deliberately attract her attention and moved her face in front of her.

She avoided it, and he followed again.

After this, she finally twisted her slender eyebrows.

He smiled, slowly took out a brocade box from his sleeve and opened it...