MTL - The Lady’s Sickly Husband-~ 117 sour, no more men to paint

Mo Qianxue is a national servant. Whether she is willing or not, she will have a show when she goes out. So, when I left, I took Mo Zhen’s first day and two women’s sons, and stopped the spirits and made two gimmicks. The two guards have been guarding the gates of the courtyard.

Mo Zhen has always followed the trend of a thousand-year-old snow. She is a martial artist. Her hearing is very good. She is also very savvy. When she hears the words of her grandfather, she waved her hand to stop the spirit and said that she was tired. I was tired for a day. I wanted to take a hot bath and let the two of them go to the kitchen to see if Miss Water’s bath water was burned.

The stop spirit stopped, and a thousand snow swept a look at the courtyard. There was a faint light in the wing room. There were only fifteen people in the courtyard, and whispered, "What about them?"

Ning Shaoqing and her have something to do with it. The people I know in Fuchu are naturally as few as possible.

Fifteen smug replies, "Mr. 15 excuses will go to the Peach Blossom Club tomorrow, want to wear that light blue plain flower skirt, let the lotus leaves on the skirt and embroider a few peaches should be in the scene, they At this time, I was rushing to embroider in the wing."

A thousand thousand snow, the door opened, the house did not light, some black.

Stepping on the stepping house, the early summer was already warming up. However, the low pressure of a room condensing, so that the thousands of snow came in, the chill of the chill can not help but shake the arms and shake.

There are three parts in the Dessert House. After the introduction, it is the reception hall for friends and leisure halls. In the middle of the wall, there is a wooden bench in the middle of the wooden bed to facilitate some tea. On the left side of the hall is a small study room separated by a gauze screen, and the bedroom is separated by a wooden chair on the left side of the shelf.

Under the faint light, Ning Shaoqing sat at the desk, even though the veil was not affected by the beautiful and beautiful face.

Between the shackles, he did not have a half-temperature and affinity, his mouth was tight, his face was cold, and the deep-scorpion scorpion shot, and there was a hidden anger.

Mo Zhen was not at ease, and he followed the house behind him. When she entered the door, she lit the lights in the hall and the lights in the bedroom. She just dared not go to the lamp on the side of the study. Under hesitation, Yu Guang glanced at Ning Shaoqing, and looked at her own lady with some melancholy. She sighed and turned and retired. She took the door with me.

Hey! Although the painting lady is a little weird, it is very vivid. If you don’t observe it carefully, you can’t figure it out.

It’s also reasonable to be angry with your aunt!

Seeing Ning Shaoqing not talking, the look of a thousand snow is also a bit cold. Since she had seen her on the day of her injury, she didn’t come to see her for so many days. She didn’t send her a message, so she didn’t ask her face to show her her face.

This has not yet been married to him. Just put a face like this. If you really marry him, is it a little mistake, you have to punish you? This problem can not be achieved!

Thinking of this festival, the strange snow did not go to the study room, but sat down on the couch in the hall, poured a cup of tea for himself, his brow slightly groaned, but his mouth raised a smile, "The sky is still not black, How can Shaoqing’s son have a leisurely look at the snow?”

This is a very big student!

Ning Shaoqing apparently did not expect that the anger was suddenly narrow and the black light flashed, and the thin lips were light, with a hint of play. "If it is not dark, how can you appreciate the wonderful work of the lady. Um?"

The language is ridiculous, the eyes are angry, the words are sour, and the last word of the word is extremely heavy, and the whole person is like a black panther ready to go, and the graceful figure flashes out in the graceful posture. If a stranger does not give a satisfactory answer, he will quickly rush to catch her neck.

What does it mean? No greetings, no words of love, only question! She has no freedom to draw a picture? Losing her all day and putting him on the heart and liver, she is always scared.

The strangeness of the thousands of snow is difficult to understand, but the mouth is a smile. "Isn't it a joke to draw a Q version of the big picture, where is the praise of Shaoqing's son?"

"It seems that my wife has been too busy recently. Is it time to rely on the portrait of a man to pass the time?"

Ning Shaoqing stood up and took the picture and seemed to appreciate it.

Where is he looking at the painting, the insomnia in his eyes is to ruin the painting. A thousand snows are tight, she is not a nervous person, but this painting is the most satisfying one she has painted in recent days, and she will surely make the Su Qi guys hate her painting skills.

For her, this painting is the result of her labor. Su Qi is her good friend, so she will never allow Ning Shaoqing to ruin the painting.

Looking at the screen, the strange snow jumped up, and the thunder was overwhelmed by the screen, reaching out to get the picture back.

She was thinking about it. She thought that Ning Shaoqing still didn't know that she would have taken the light work, and easily took the painting back, and took the opportunity to show off.

In fact, she moves fast, and Ning Shaoqing moves faster. Didn't see how he moved, the hand of the painting was already hidden behind, and the strange snow did not catch the painting, but it was automatically sent to the door. Ning Shaoqing reached out and took her to her lap.

The hard-working martial arts in these days is just a play between the children in the eyes of Ning Shaoqing.

The strangers and thousands of snow still don't know how to reach out and want to take the pictures back. Ning Shaoqing's eyebrows can't stop jumping, the mouth is not only sour, but with the mockery before the storm, "哟If I haven't seen it for a few days, will the frog jump? It seems that the master is not good!"

Unexpectedly, the thousands of snow can't be painted. The proud gongs of these days have been described as frog jumping, and they are angry and anxious. "Give me the painting! This is a deal between me and Su Qi. He taught me. Practice the sword, I will paint for him..."

I will not explain it, I am afraid that this painting will not be guaranteed. However, it is a matter of military affairs and black wooden cards. Naturally, it cannot be said. Not to believe in him, but sometimes, the relationship between the two people's feelings is still good to maintain some distance and mystery, sometimes too frank, lost expectations and freshness, and then the rich feelings will become uninteresting.

"A sword, a painting, a poetic and artistic..." is more sour and more threatening.

In the painting, I ignored this threat and hurriedly said, "You better give me this painting. If you don't give it to me, I have to paint again..." Her intention is that this painting should be done. It’s broken. If you don’t make it, you have to draw another one. Ning Shaoqing heard it, she still has to paint Su Qi every day.

How can the current anger be concealed, and the narrowness of the sighs, the internal force of the hand vomit, the painting will be a powder.

However, at this time, he found that his internal strength was sealed, and the whole person was stiff and could not move at all.

The person froze, but the tongue did not froze, Ning Shaoqing was angry, "You..."

The phoenix suddenly sinks like a dark night, and there is no light. Did she use a golden needle to deal with him for a painting by another man?

What is going on in the heart is how to take the picture from his hand, and notice the change of Ning Shaoqing. In the past, she had no internal force, and she could only hold people for a few tens of seconds. Now that she has internal strength, she has been able to settle for dozens of minutes, and the time is sufficient.

Wait for the picture to be collected, and then talk to him well.

Open the hand of Ning Shaoqing, get up from his leg, take the picture, roll it up, go forward, take out the box of the painting, put it, turn around...

Turned around and saw Ning Shaoqing murderous, a palm shot to the box.

There is no suspense, the box is connected with a box of paintings, just in front of her eyes, in her hands, broken into slag.

The paper was flying in the house and it was flying all over the sky. Such a 'beauty', the strange snow is standing there but staying, the whole person is not good at all.

Originally wanted to keep one, but even this box was also ruined.

Didn't it have dozens of minutes? I tried it on the fifteenth of the previous few days. Why did you come to Ning Shaoqing here, but only for a few seconds...

Not waiting for the strange snow to react, the person has been picked up by Ning Shaoqing, do not know what moved his hands and feet, took somewhere, her whole strength was all exhausted, and suddenly softened.

At the same time that the bombs are not allowed, the clothes on the body are three to five and two, and they are all gone for a moment.

The robe is scattered all over the place...white skin, delicate clavicle, and...

They all say that clothes are a layer of protective film for people. When they lose their clothes, people become a bit timid. This is the case with a thousand snows. When she is light, she is a little angry at the bottom of her heart, but more is afraid. "You... what do you want?"

He... This is what I want to... ah ah ah ah ah ah... this is... this is anger... want to use strong?

I want to... want to do her today? Did she do it once and for all? Let her only belong to him? !

"What do you want me to say?" Ning Shaoqing's words are already very obvious. He said that while he was licking the snow that had been pulled out, he threw her on the bed and gnashed her teeth. "I am good to you, cherish you, in order to open the bridge, welcome you to enter the door, dig your mind, every day..." Just pick her up early to pass the door. But he can't say this, the man can only tear his teeth and blood to his stomach.

Red-eyed, he forced her to ask both eyes: "But you? You are at home, nothing to do every day to paint other men..."

What is idle? She is very busy every day. Since entering Beijing, I have never had a good day.

He has a big deal! Ok, she understands him. She is self-reliant and does not bother him, but he does nothing but jealousy. "If you dare to do this, even if we are a real husband and wife, I will hate you. From now on, I will never be from you... ..."

"That makes you hate..." Ning Shaoqing's eyes showed a bloodthirsty blood, and the whole person pressed up.

He just saw it really, and the paintings there are all Su Qi. She... she has never painted for him, and she has never painted it...

He didn't have a good look at Su Qi, or did he have a good family, or he couldn't think about it anymore. If he wants to go on, he wants to go to Sujia to crush Su. Just like the painting, it is broken into slag.

Originally, he had a big move tomorrow, and he had to recharge his batteries. Yes, he missed her. I don't know if her forehead was hurt. I don't know if she still dreams of him...so... I haven't slept for a few days. Knowing that she is going to the peach blossom party tomorrow, she will come to the threat of rushing, just to give her some tips.

It is not so easy to come to see her. Outside the government office, there are many eyes staring at it.

Of course... When he came, she went to eat with the wind and dust. He is forbearing! Sitting at random in the house, he waits! I was free to go to the table and saw the portrait of Su Qi. It was so vivid that he couldn’t bear it.

He gave her the opportunity to explain, but, waiting for him, it was a golden needle...

In hate, grabbing the slender hand and biting it on the white finger. It’s these hands, and I’m painting others and using the needles, the penalty!

"Ah..." means that the pain came from, and thousands of snows said, "Ning Shaoqing... Are you a reincarnation of a dog? You know that you bite... Ah..." So pain must be bitten.

They all said that the ten fingers were connected, and the pain came from the fingers. At this time, the strange snow was not angry, but some sad. What is she in his heart?

When you like it, you will feel pain in your heart. If you are not happy, you will bite.

Resist the pain of your fingertips, try to make your voice appear firm and calm, and ask, "Ning Shaoqing, do you not believe me? Or do you not believe in yourself? Or want to deny our feelings?"

If it is not good to talk about it, I am afraid this is the last meeting between them. If he is doing this to her, what is she doing in Kyoto?

She came to save her life, in order to return a fair share of the country and her husband... But she came for him.

"It's not easy for us to go to today. I really don't want me to hate you."

"Maybe my way of thinking, you can't understand, but there is always only one in my heart. Su seven, a friend to me, Tong Zijing is like a relative to me..."

The sweet taste on his mouth made Ning Shaoqing’s brain clear, and these words also made him meditate.

Unconsciously, the strength between the teeth is also lighter...

"You have unclear rituals in your heart, but my heart is a kind of friendship, affection... you love or believe it! No matter how you make trouble, I am always in a strange snow. For you, I can get rid of it. Don't be your own life. But, it will never become a puppet in your home. If you refer to the East, it is East, and the West is West."

She is an independent person. If he does not respect her, why should she come to love him again... He is so against her, not relying on her to love him. The reluctance of the snow in the heart of a thousand, the body is cold.

Looking at the index finger that was bitten by himself, Ning Shaoqing’s distressed sighed, sighed, forced himself to get up, and pulled the quilt to cover her. Look at it again, and stick to it again, I’m afraid he can’t help it.

He still can't do it... use strong. Is she so stupid, is she disappointed with him at once? What should he do with her?

He had long known that she was not like other women, but he couldn't help himself when he saw him close to other men. What she said later was so determined, she regretted it... regretting loving him... is she trying to leave?

At that moment, he really couldn’t grasp her heart. He was really confused...

I can't think clearly, and I still have trouble. Then, it’s still a quick knife and a rush to welcome the door.

After smashing the numbness, and then looking back at the strange snow, the eyelashes shook slightly, and Ning Shaoqing’s brain flashed through their bits and pieces in Wangjiacun, she was her.

No, if she is really like other women, it will not be so his heart.

Although I thought about it in my heart, Feng Qi was a sloppy one. "No more paintings of Su Qi." Although the tone is still somewhat cold, it can not hide a pleading, but also a hegemonic meaning.

He only said that he was not allowed to paint. He did not say that he could not talk to Su Qi. This is the biggest compromise.

Politics is a variety of compromises, and feelings are not. If she is too sharp, I am afraid that it will hurt people. Mo Qianxue saw him listen to his words and felt the compromise in his threat. He wanted to nod.

I thought that I had promised Su Qi’s things, then I lowered my posture and talked softly. “I don’t want to answer you, but I promised Su Qi to paint a set of 18 martial arts Q prints for him. The letter is not standing! Thousands of snow can only promise you, this set of paintings will never be painted."

Ning Shaoqing’s face should not be heard. He looked at him with a thousand dollars. “In fact, this painting has already been painted, and I promised that I will never paint again...but just...” Not like him...

Ning Shaoqing's brows were once again tied to a knot, and his face was more heavy. She can paint, and he can also find ways to ruin the paintings in the first time that Su Qi got his hand.

"This painting is over, no more men can be painted." Mo Qianshui saw his brows, but his look was not so cold, and nodded quickly, but Ning Shaoqing did not make up for it, "except me."

The strange thousand snow was caught, the eyebrows were picked, and the mouth came with a sentence. "So, what about your son?"

She was picking up with her mouth. Ning Shaoqing was warming her heart and her eyebrows. All of this was unfolding. It was still overbearing. "Not allowed!" However, there was warmth in the voice.

Stretching his hand across the quilt and pinching it twice in the snow, Wen Qian felt that his strength was back. This method is probably similar to the effect of her golden acupuncture point.

The snow and frost have finally passed, and Ning Shaoqing has also compromised. It is time to explain it well. A relationship is hard to come by. It is always sublimated in understanding and compromise to achieve a positive result.

Mo Qian Xue coughed, "I just want to learn martial arts, learn swordsmanship..."

Ning Shaoqing smashed her quilt for her, covering the seductive collarbone and whispering softly. "If you want to learn swordsmanship, wouldn't you come to me?"

A thousand miles of snow and anger, a look at him, Jiao said, "Where am I going to find you?" Ning Shaoqing was speechless. He didn't tell her because the place was very hidden. If she really took it, I was afraid that it would cause trouble. It is his loss!

I sighed a long time, as if I had made a lot of determination. "It won't be in the future. After tomorrow, when do you want to go to find me? When will I come to see you... I will teach you some self-defense efforts..."

"Hey..." There is some disdain in the strange snow, "Do you come to teach? Last time you taught me to practice, you taught a sweetheart, if you let me teach, is it any more affectionate?" Sword or life and death without a knife?"

This time, Ning Shaoqing smiled. His lips were bent and the arc was wide open. "Since Qian Xue has gotten the name of the sword and the name of the knife, if the husband does not teach, it will be very small..."

The cold air in the house dissipated, and the two sat together, one lying in the middle, talking and laughing.

The battle outside the house has been listening to the corner of the Mo Zhen, this put the heart in the belly, issued a very soft smile.

**

The sky is slightly bright, and when the red sun rises slightly, the carriage of the National Government will sail outside the city.

The peach blossom will open the royal Fengshen Mountain Peach Garden. The mountain is not high and not too steep. As the prostitute leads the way, the mountain goes all the way to the park, the strange stone, the fine wood, the strange rock, the step by step, it is worthy of the royal garden.

In the mountains, the small intestines trails, the pavilions and the pavilions, and the cypress vines, will be dotted with interesting spots on the way to the garden. There are mixed small flowers of different colors in full bloom, and the branches are swaying in the wind, and the morning sun shines on these petals. In the water droplets that have not yet dried up, the colorful light is reflected, and the whole scene is added a lot.

Going up the mountain, it is the garden gate built by a stone wall. Looking back down the hillside, it is a splendid flower of a mountain, and the mood is much better.

When the thousand snows left Wangjiacun, it was the time when the peach blossoms first opened. Now it is the thank-you, and it is also the most open when it is open.

Into the peach garden, a gust of wind, the petals are raining, it is really beautiful.

Unexpectedly, I couldn't help but open my arms and took a deep breath.

There was a voice behind him. "The country has never seen the world, so this peach blossom rain is intoxicated. If you go deep, you will see the rain in the mountains, and the open mouth will not be close together..."

The stranger turned around and saw that the girl was dressed in a flamboyant vermilion, with a carmine powder on her face, and her head was filled with clams. She thinks that luxury, falling in the eyes of a thousand thousands of snow, but only one word to describe: vulgar!

The girl saw a strange snow turned around, and stared at her dress, seeing that she was just a pale blue misty pleated skirt, the skirt was just embroidered with a few peach petals, although the young girls liked it. Cone 髻, but only a golden imitation butterfly jade jade.

This woman's eyebrows are like a moon, bent like a hook, but it looks good, but it is really shabby. I am afraid that it is not a good origin. This post is still uncertain. Her eyes are even more scornful, and her head is slightly scorned.

Such a provocative attitude falls into the eyes of a strange snow, but it is very naive. She smiled a little, and she sneered at her eyes. She ignored it and turned to leave.

Under the broad public, there is a dispute with these people.

Under such a beautiful scenery, it is really the extreme of the scenery with these vulgar people.

The stranger turned and walked away, but the woman did not rely on it. She said, "Which woman are you, the father’s official residence, and the owner of the book, even if you don’t know how to do it, you have to take a step. Isn't it afraid that Ben Weng will rule your sin?"