482 you bastard

After the fifteenth day of the first month of the year of the lunar calendar, the eldest princess Wuya got married.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is the first time to marry the Celestial Empire. The only remaining princess of this generation has been married. It is said that she is deeply loved by the Lord. It is said that the posture of heaven and man is no less than that of Princess Huyang, who is now a concubine, and is not inferior to Gan Luxuan, the first beauty of the Celestial Empire. Therefore, everyone came to watch this grand event, which can be said to be empty. .

However, even if they surround the long street, even if they look forward and look back, even if they keep asking the people around them, "Did you see it?" Where is it?" I can't hope to exhaust the wedding team, which is said to be lined with a hundred miles of rich dowry.

People watched the car driving slowly from the front of the car under the escort of the sword and halberd, thinking that Wang Shangzhen really spoiled this only sister, and I'm afraid it would empty the boundless treasury. I also hate that I have the wrong birth. If I also become the emperor of the Yuanjun, now I will live ten years less... No, I have to live well, otherwise won't this gold, silver and beauty fail?

So from morning to night, the sedan chair in which the eldest princess was already quietly and cold, blocked it tightly, so silently walked past in front of her, and the wedding honor was never in sight.

The first month is a cold time, and it is still in the year. The darker it is, the more I think about my wife and children. Many people couldn't wait, so someone left, so in twos and threes... Finally, the waiting crowd dispersed, and only the long team moved silently.

The hundred-mile guard of honor walked out of Shengjing, walked into the wilderness, bypassed the mountains, and crossed the long river...

From day to night, from night to day, like a winding colorful dragon, slowly moving towards the cool threshold of the heavenly dynasty...

No one spoke, and no one complained. On this cold winter day, everything seemed to be frozen until one day, a fast horse cut off the snow-white and calm earth like black lightning and flew straight to the distant and gorgeous dragon...

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"Lang Hao..."

A snowball hit Lang Hao's head with a roar, making the cold image slightly cracked. However, the cold man sitting cross-legged on the tree seemed to notice that the sound of Ye Di was broken and continued to sound broken.

"It's so unpleasant!"

Ying Qiuran jumped under the tree and wanted to throw him away again, but looking at his motionless appearance, his lungs were about to explode. He had the intention to climb up and beat him, but he tried several times, but he could only jump at the root of the tree.

"Lang Hao, what's the use of making this immortal and sad look now? She has gone!"

The last sentence was simply heartbreaking and brought tears from the corners of my eyes.

He wiped his sleeve and continued to roar: "She made this flute ten years ago and lost it casually. You picked it up... No, you snatched it before me!"

That summer, the woman who seemed to be carved by ice and snow broke the branches and made a small flute. After playing twice, the flute slipped to the ground from her sleeves.

She didn't know until now. At that time, a pair of eyes were looking at her eagerly, but she didn't dare to come forward because of timidity.

It was not until she left that the owner of these eyes tiptoed out of the bushes and eagerly moved to the place where the flute fell.

However, there was a hand, faster than him, but he picked up the flute leisurely.

"That's mine!"

Probably because he roared in his heart, the bastard didn't hear it at all, and didn't even seem to see him who had rushed in front of him, but directly turned around and left, leaving him with a blue and soft armored back...

Since that day, Ying Qiuran has vowed not to talk to this Lang Hao bastard again!

Although they never talked, even accidentally bumped into each other, they quickly moved aside as if nothing had happened.

Everyone knows why, everyone thinks they will continue like this, but who knows...

"Lang Hao, you bastard!" The second son, who was as gentle and as beautiful as a little sika deer, was furious: "Why did you get this flute made of leaves and have not let it be damaged for ten years? Bastard——"

There were guards patrolling nearby. After listening to the movement, all of them automatically bypassed.

Since the eldest princess got married, the two have been like this.

Lang's bodyguard leader sat on the tree and played the leaf flute endlessly to the Yuexian Palace that Yi had gone. The sound of the flute was really not flattering. The British university scholar did not go to the cabinet and was responsible for jumping and scolding under the tree. His voice was hoarse, but the only thing that answered him was the tone of the flute.

Although everyone has long been tacit about the mystery between the three, because the parties are silent, the palace rarely talks about it, and it seems that they can't bear to uncover this veil. Now, the second prince has roared for half a month, making those secrets that others don't know yet know.

"Cough..." Yingqiu Ran held the tree trunk and swallowed for a long time without swallowing half a star of foam. She was so angry that she pulled off her collar and continued to jump: "Ten years, you have had a flute and still blow it so badly. Do you dare to look at it every day and dare not move? You bastard!"

Ying Qiuran suddenly covered his eyes... If it were him, he would also hide the leaf flute in the most exquisite box, take it out after burning incense every day, worship carefully, or put it on the pillow and dream together...

"What's the use of blowing it now?" Ying Qiuran leaned against the trunk, leaving only a low murmur. You bastard! You bastard..."

However, with a soft sound from the treetops, he immediately opened his eyes, but saw that the man had floated down and hurried up.

But the man moved and he rushed to the air. However, the corner of the robe rolled up by the wind just touched his fingertips. He immediately picked it up and grabbed it in his hand.

"Lang Hao, you bastard!"

"You stayed here for half a month just to scold me as a 'bastard'?"

Lang Hao said the first sentence in half a month, which was also the first sentence that the two had met since they met.

"Do you also know that half a month has passed? Bastard!"

"If you want to scold, you have had enough!"

Lang Hao wanted to leave, but the man was held behind his robe, and the man also tried his best to drag him back, but he didn't work enough to bump into him.

"You bastard!"

Lang Hao looked at this beautiful young man, and his quiet heart suddenly felt mixed, as if the good things he had hidden by him during these years were about to roll out.

He immediately lowered his eyes and was ready to leave.

"No, you bastard!"

He was a little impatient: "What on earth do you want?"

"She is getting married..."

Lang Hao really wants to roar... The whole world knows! However, he just looked silently at the young man with sika deer-like eyes: "So what?"

"So what... She's getting married!"

"Oh," Lang Hao lowered his eyes and realized that the corners of his lips were upturned: "Congratulations on her..."

"You bastard..."

The fist wind hit the face, but it quickly closed in his palm.

He pinched the weak fist: "Let go..."