Chapter 11 They are all fools

Upstairs and downstairs suddenly fell into unprecedented suffocation, and the suffocation formed at this moment made it difficult to breathe. It's not from the woman with a complaining face, but from the long and ice-like man in a mink robe.

He still maintained a back-to-back posture, but no one dared to make noise. Everyone held their breath and felt the sudden drop in temperature. It's a cold winter outside, but they think the inner room is even colder.

Intuitively, they all feel that they can't watch this bustle.

Lei Qingqing held the upper body of Yun'er who fell to the ground and let her lean against her arms, but she looked at the man with grief and anger. From the beginning, he was so indifferent. Although it was not his hand, he did not stop his men from taking action.

"Little sister, Yun'er is not in the way." Yun'er struggled to cover Lei Qingqing's trembling hand and patted it to show her comfort.

But Lei Qingqing is completely occupied by the anger all over the sky at this moment. She understands that she understands everything, but she is just unwilling!

Yun'er's appeasement can't extinguish the indness in her heart, but it can't help trigger the hidden jealousy.

"Why?!"

Lei Qingqing's roar did not cause the slightest reaction of the opposite person, but the danger of flashing in Fengxue's eyes became more and more obvious.

A woman roared out of control, and a man was indifferent and even ignored. Who cares? Who is heart-hearted?

"guest officer. The fried dumplings you want are ready.

The shopkeeper boldly went upstairs and handed over the paper bag in his hand, and awkwardly interrupted the suffocating deadlock.

"Is the vinegar spicy?"

What is the appearance of a spring breeze all night? The flowing clouds really brushed every corner like a breeze, making thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

The cold voice of the water has a mysterious and deep voice, as if it came from thousands of miles away. The elegant temperament of the cold Ruolian seemed to break free from the shackles at the moment he opened his mouth. It was originally a fairy!

"Added, one is spicy, one is not spicy, fried dumplings are slightly burnt, can't be burnt, can't be tender."

Xiao Er seemed to be very familiar with it. In this way, he would repeat it every few days, because this extraordinary young man would come here every few days and sit quietly in the elegant room for a long time.

Sometimes it is called a plate of fried dumplings, and when he leaves, he always packs a fried dumpling. Every time he asks like this.

He just think that this young man really likes to eat this fried dumpling. It's a blessing for a small fried dumpling to be favored by such a peerless person!

Lei Qingqing looked at Shui Yihan and asked Xiao Er like an ordinary people. With still an indifferent expression, she could detect the hidden deep tenderness, and her heart suddenly stagnated and uncomfortable.

The hand holding the red whip cackled, the silver teeth clenched, and the black gas in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Bang!" A cracked crisp sound.

It's quiet everywhere.

Everyone's look changed, but they couldn't move away from the scattered fried dumplings.

Looking at the frown of the man who was as clear as God, there was a trace of pride in Lei Qingqing's bright eyes, and the pleasure of revenge made the curved corners of her mouth a little dazzling.

Is there finally a reaction?

"You!" As soon as Feng Xue wanted to make a sound, she was suddenly shocked by Shui Yan's cold eyes and bowed aside and stopped talking.

"What, are you angry? So you will be angry too?" Lei Qingqing had already stood up and stood in front of Yun'er, raising his chin slightly and provocative.

Only she knows the trembling and coldness in her heart.

She smiled unscrupulously, but why is her heart still so astringent? Because tears flowed into my heart...

"You talk, why don't you talk? I don't remember you are a mute in front of her!"

"Shut up." If the expression just now is almost invisible, then the current water is finally more obvious displeasure.

"Why shut up!" Lei Qingqing suddenly became excited. He didn't even respond to her for so long, and even disdained to give her a look. But when he just mentioned the woman, he couldn't help it!

Lei Qingqing, how many failures have you made?!

"If you don't let me mention it, I just want to mention it. What's good about that woman? Is it just a little prettier than me? You went to my ring and beat me, but you left with her and left me. Do you know how I got through those days? She doesn't have you in her eyes, but you follow her like a clown. Does she have a little response? You are my husband! How can you do this to me!"

The backlog of dissatisfaction over the past few months has been vented today. At this moment, she finally can't stop the tears of breaking the levee. The rain beats the bananas, the tears are wet pear blossoms, the dots are painful, the drops are sad, and the landing is mixed with crystal blood red.

Do you feel sorry for the person in front of you?

"Tear her, do you deserve it?" Shui Yihan closed the arm that had just been brushed, as if the invisible airflow that had just hit Lei Qingqing's spitting blood was not from him. Easy, natural, decisive and casual...

ruthlessness is focus, injury is maintenance, but she is not her, it's so simple.

The cold tone of the water still has no ups and downs. He looks at it coldly and freezes everything. The warning in it is self-evident.

If you don't kill, it's not that you don't dare, but that you don't want to give up. It's not for her, but for the ungratic woman.

"I don't deserve it?" With a sneer, his eyes were completely sarcastic, and he wiped away the bright red at the corners of his mouth carelessly. "Then who deserves it? Is that woman worthy? What does she rely on? The water is cold, I am your wife, and I am the woman who spends my life with you and stands beside you! It's me, it's me!"

Without etiquette and ethical hysteria, her face turned red with excitement. After roaring, she gasped, as if these words had exhausted her only strength.

The corners of her lips were slightly heavy, and she stared deeply at the woman in front of her regardless of etiquette. At this moment, she was like a madman. Yes, madman. There was a ripple in the depth of the blue eyes, ghost and danger.

"Our business has nothing to do with you."

He doesn't know why he can stand here patiently, maybe it's because of her stupid persistence like him?

"What 'we'! You and I are 'we'! It was she who robbed you. It was she who made me lose you. You are mine, you are mine!" She was so excited that she couldn't accept his rejection.

She couldn't tolerate running to hold him and asked him why he was so ruthless, but he gently fell to the ground, and even the corners of his clothes were not stained at all.

"I've never owned it. How can I lose it?"

His eyes were deep but cold and ruthless, and he looked at her condescendingly, like a god.

The light words, with a slight sneer, are enough to stab her and have no skin.

There was a shock all over her body, from the cold soles of her feet to the coolness on the top of her head. There was no cover, and the blood was sparkling embarrassment, which caught her off guard.

She has always been willing to recognize him as her husband, but now it has become a humble laughing stock in his mouth? He was out of the matter, looking at her ridiculous self-directed and self-acting, laughing at her ignorance and childishness. Is it true that she is self-introversion?

She seems to be the only one left in the world, and her whole body is dark. Where is the shore?

I didn't hear Yun'er's cry, and I didn't see the figure of him turning around and leaving. The whole world suddenly became dark and quiet...

Outside the inn, on the street.

"Lord---" Looking at the proud and lonely forward man in the wind and snow, the snow is psychedelic about his proud body, but a green silk is eye-catching, like the master, quietly flowing with dignity and nobility. Fengxue stopped talking.

"I won't send it today." He stopped, as if to comfort himself. After saying this, he continued to walk without stopping.

Gradually, the white snow finally overturned the man's figure, and the maple snow behind him had long disappeared.

It's just that the man who always has his back to Fengxue, when no one pays attention, a fragile crack flashed in his blue eyes, and the corners of his mouth are slightly pulled, as if mocking and sighing: They are all a group of fools!

The depressing of the city in winter, the snow is heavier, covering everything again, including the episode just now...

The State of Chu.

Chu Lingba's yellow robe is independent of the imperial study. Compared with the luxury of the State of Qi, there is more atmosphere here. The dragon case in yellow satin is neatly piled up with memorials. The ink in the inkstone is not dry, as if the emperor has just finished the review.

In addition, there is a letter on the dragon case. The vigorous and powerful wild grass on the snow-white unfolded letter paper shows the author's extraordinary skills. There are words like his people, flowing clouds and rivers, free and unruly, wild and flamboyant but there is a rare forbearance, which is admirable and admirable.

Don't miss it. That's the only content in the letter.

There is no signature, but Chu Lingba is very reintentioned. He knows that this letter is from him.

This bastard is very happy in the State of Qi now! Thinking that every time the secret guard arranged to tie him up, it was futile to get anything, Chu Lingba hated him so much that he was itching but helpless.

In a big room, an emperor sighed.

Looking up at the huge portrait hanging on the wall, his eyebrows unconsciously softened, followed by a faint and deep respect.

In the portrait, there is a beautiful woman standing alone at the top. A military uniform makes her more heroic. Women don't give up, and a pair of eyes are particularly energetic, not angry but powerful, Haohao and upright. His eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were like a torch, and he pointed straight ahead with a long sword, as if he were guiding a large-scale war. Behind her was a flag printed with the word Chu, and she slightly hooked the corners of her lips, confident, such self-confidence, such elegant demeanor, fascinating.

Although the woman is a military army, she always feels a little familiar with the strokes between her eyebrows.

"You have contributed too much to the State of Chu in your life..."

He said this in a dark tone, "Don't worry, I will definitely find her, I will..."

Long-term self-questioning and self-answering, the woman in the painting seems to smile softer...