MTL - The Lover’s Prattle-Chapter 32 General Slag (3)

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The chair came, the tea came, and Qing Ruo raised the tea cup, and saw He Weiwen drink naturally and elegantly. The cup lid was dialed with tea, sent to the mouth, pouted, and lowered.

He Weiwen frowned, "Ms. Wu doesn't like this tea?"

If Qingqing's expression was stink, "I don't drink because of the **** smell."

He Weiwen couldn't understand why the noble lady of Qindu officials' house could be so stupid.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and before speaking, the man in the chair over there was already holding up the tea cup. Go straight to the waiting person next to you, hand the tea cup, "Give it back to you."

The lover received it with a stiff face, and pinched her earlobe with her two hands. She lowered her mouth slightly and said, "I'm burned to death."

Turning his head and looking at He Weiwen with a strange look, "Don't you think the **** taste is very heavy?" The tone seemed to ask He Weiwen further, did you have a problem with your nose?

"..." He Weiwen took another sip of tea, and naturally moved the tea cup behind him and was taken over by the attendant. Stand up and go out, "Send Miss Li to the house."

"I won't go back." She answered faster than the attendant, and the pace of her dads stepped forward two steps. She reached out and grabbed his arm. She lifted the tea cup, her palm was very hot, and a little Chao Chao, holding He Weiwen's arm.

He Weiwen turned around, looked down at her, her eyes fell on her little mouth, thinking that it might be a wrong decision to keep her hand last time.

"He Weiwen, I won't go back. I heard them say that they would give me medicine. I don't want to be a fool."

Her eyes are bright and dazzling. Everyone in the world says that the eyes are the windows of the soul. Looking at her eyes, she should have a delicate heart.

He Weiwen pulled her arm a little, she didn't pull it out tightly, and then added another hand. Both hands pulled his arm up and down like a monkey holding a branch.

"They won't. You're stupid enough." Would it be useful to feed the medicine again?

The bright and transparent eyes of gas Mars, small but bright, "Hey!" The girl's voice was full of life, half angry and half anxious like the fire light rising from the grassland, bright red like blooming flowers.

"I'm not stupid."

He Weiwen just wanted to pull out her hand. She came close and looked up. He looked up at him with real eyes. "He Weiwen, I don't want to go back, okay?"

The words were a little softened, but they were still so blind.

He Weiwen sighed. Such a future queen did not know whether it was the trouble of the little emperor or his trouble. He reminded him a little bit of impatience, which was the final warning. "Miss Xi, if you are the future queen, you still have to hold your identity. Some are good. "

He thought that if she entangled in such an unpredictable way, those two hands would not be needed.

Qing Ruo let go of his hand, not only to let go, but to shake off his arm directly, and the body suddenly came over and hit half of his shoulder. He Weiwen was unprepared. She was lighter than He Weiwen. Take a step back.

Qing Ruo went straight out, took two steps and turned around and stood at the door of the execution room with a finger on his waist, "Okay, you all let me marry the emperor, I marry, and I marry him to help him deal with you!" "

He's going to put a hard word on it, He Weiwen looked at the stupidity of her jumping clown and felt very interesting. To such a degree, he wanted to give her a prize to encourage her.

So he smiled and nodded, and a hand behind his back stretched out and gestured to her, "God wait and see."

Qing Ruo was panting again, her eyes widened, and she couldn't think of a rebuttal, her mouth narrowed slightly with a breath in her throat, and she was completely flushed with redness on her cheeks.

Looking at someone who smiled warmly and thoughtfully, he slammed his sleeves and said, "Hum, this palace is going back to the house."

She was wearing night clothes, with her sleeves leaning tightly against her arms, and she had no momentum at that moment, but she was so angry that her grandfather claimed to pull himself out of the palace.

He Weiwen listened to the sound of hard footsteps fading away, the smile in his eyes scattered a little, full of gloomy killing blood.

The cold tone contained polar wind and frost. "Send a message to Yun Qingcheng, and do less stupid things."

The left is sixty birthdays, and feasts of the Manchu dynasty were banqueted, and even the emperor personally attended the celebration.

He Weiwen has been unmarried since the 29th of this year, because he has been supporting the emperor before returning from the border. The family of the He family was at the border of the emperor. Was he defeated in his father's generation. The emperor had some problems in his decision-making at that time, but the emperor would not make mistakes, so he could only make mistakes. All offspring were punished to be stationed at the border, and they could not be recalled and used.

However, the situation was urgent before, and the little emperor Li Bao couldn't leave He Weiwen at all. He himself led two hundred thousand soldiers, who dare not say no. The mention of the imperial imperial imperialism was just a pass, and then He Weiwen stayed logically.

Now that the emperor's family is near, although He Weiwen is older, how many people stare at him are more positive than staring at the back.

Mr. Zuo's uncle's grandson has not yet obtained his name, and intends to associate with He Weiwen. The two did not meet at the court hall, and he could still speak two words with He Weiwen in private.

After three rounds of wine in the lobby, the little emperor left the scene early. He was only toasting a glass of wine and giving something to show the emperor's grace. He was young and could not do anything. On such occasions, he was too close to the ministers. The little emperor was inevitable. At the end, He Weiwen arranged for him to say two sentences and let the guard **** back to the palace.

Mr. Zuo's elder grandson invited He Weiwen to go to the courtyard to play chess and drink some sake. He Weiwen probably knew what he meant. Mr. Zuo has a granddaughter, who is already 18 years old. Those who proposed marriage in the early years broke the threshold and did not nod, apparently intending on him.

He really got the money. He Weiwen never expressed any words. He really waited until he was eighteen.

The toasts of the ministers, and many generals, were all postures of drinking in large bowls. He Weiwen was a military general. Even in a high position, he was too lazy to break the rules. He carried a large bowl and drank a lot of wine with them.

Now, following the grandson of grandson to the courtyard garden, listening to how he intentionally or unconsciously mentioned his sister, a hand of the ancient piano played magical.

The hands behind him rubbed the thumbs between the thumbs and felt a little bored. The grandson's exaggerated skills were not enough. Obviously, none of the four crickets half a month ago came out brilliantly.

"I wonder if I'm lucky to hear Miss play it?"

He Weiwen was impatient, interrupted, and asked a little offensively.

Uncle Changsun's eyes were full of surprises, but his face was still standing, and he was complimented to give him a gift. "Of course, it is the honor of Sister She, I will let you ask."

please? He Weiwen smirked at the corner of his mouth and did not continue his politeness. He turned his head away and looked at the flowers blooming all the way around.

Shangchao begged him to congratulate Weiwen, but he dared to use words for himself. This is the case of Wen Chen's family members, who are obviously looking for something and wanting to show a high profile.

The pavilion in the middle of the courtyard and the lake has been properly arranged. It took a lot of thought at a glance. The wooden bridge leading to the pavilion was engraved with the patterns of bamboo commonly used by him.

Why isn't the maid making tea? He Weiwen came all the way without seeing a maid, all babies.

This uncle's granddaughter had no confidence in his looks, so he needed to be set off by men all the way.

However, at the age of 18, it is indeed too old to be able to take a shot, not to blame the left.

At half a column incense, the granddaughter Zuo Xiang, named Qing Wen, came slowly holding her piano, covering her face with a veil, revealing only her white forehead and a pair of watery eyes. She was full of tenderness and blinking in a blink The eyelashes are like the butterfly wings that are tender and can be pinched in the palm.

I saw the ceremony for two people, a little intimacy to her brother, a proper manner to him, and a woman's tenderness.

He Weiwen came all the way up with some wine, leaning on the seat, one arm resting on the seat, and one hand made a rude gesture to her in the void. Fortunate to smell it. "

A soft smile, the veil covered her cheeks, but the curved eyebrows made her smile softly, and she swayed towards him, her soft long hair slid forward, and half of it fell in front of her. The pale pink skirt layer Layered, she walked and saluted, not messy at all.

"It's Qingwen's honor."

Qingwen bit slowly and gently.

She wasn't originally named Qing Wen. Qing Wen changed her name three years ago.

He Weiwen watched as she started to play the piano, thinking lazily, why not just call the pro-wen, such a break, he was a veteran general, and wasn't afraid that he didn't understand him at all?

At the end of the song, Qing Wen's watery eyes softly looked over, He Weiwen sat up lazily, applauded, and said two good words.

Her eyes are more moist, and her eyes will seduce people to take off your clothes.

Bian Changsun had already exited the pavilion long before he started playing.

The pavilion was surrounded by sheer curtains. She put down her harp and turned to look at it. There was no attendant and no concubine. "He Ye, add some tea ~"

The tone was gentle and gentle. The man had stood up from the opposite side, raised the small teapot, gently pulled his sleeves with one hand, and the white tender and slender wrists were exposed for a while. He leaned down to add tea to the cup in front of him.

The tender neck, the beautiful clavicle, and then down, looming, and a corner of the color bellyband of the skirt, embroidered on it.

A cup of tea poured slowly, giving him time to admire her capital.

Only two people were close to each other, and now his nose was full of the scent of her body, the incense of the orchid, comfortable and non-sticky.

He Weiwen raised the tea cup, and the tea inside was just right. The tea lid was dialed, and the smell of the tea inside could not be smelled, only the scent of the nose.

Opened her lips, and eventually the tea was not fed. He Weiwen put the tea cup back on the table, got up and went straight out. "Ye, if something is wrong, leave first."

He didn't turn his head to see Qing Wen's face, He Weiwen's steps were large and solid, he had already reached the wooden bridge a few steps, and glanced at the bamboo pattern carved on the wooden bridge. . "

Perhaps his likes were too real, and everyone thought he liked them.

He is full of courtesy for weeks, so everyone feels that he is in good manners; he often uses patterns such as green bamboo and magenta, and everyone thinks he likes these two plant patterns.

But did these people forget that he used to be just a wild man in frontier borders? This was also said by the left.

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I suddenly wanted to see that idiot.

That idiot like me.

We are all incompatible

But I learned to pretend.

—— [Black Box]