MTL - Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife-Chapter 1 : Hong Yuan, this person, Jing Hao Jinjing

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The open study room, exquisite and precious, all kinds of furnishings, patchwork, the piano is on the look of the simple and luxurious, the famous piano, the side of the incense burner, exudes aroma, clear and faint is not strong, but it makes people feel exceptional Good news. On one side, there is still a chaise couch. There are two books on the couch. One of them is turned over and buckled on the couch. The cover is written with the words Fang Qun.

Looking at the Duobao Pavilion, under the shackles, it really makes people breathe in air-conditioning. That piece of item is a great thing. What is even more rare is that it is exquisite and exquisite. Just as little as it is worth a thousand dollars.

Behind the Duobao Pavilion, the most attractive thing is not the various rare books placed on the bookshelf, nor the famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, but sitting on the large rosewood table, seriously writing what man. - Emperor Liuzi, Jin Prince, Li Hongyuan.

Black color brocade, embroidered with dark lines, neckline and cuffs are arrogant and arrogant blood red, especially the purple and black lines, people always feel strange and inexplicable, do not want to glance at it. Of course, that beautiful face is like the best sculpture master who spends countless efforts to produce the most perfect works. The cold eyebrows do not damage their half-sexual qualities, just the eyes of the gods, because the dark twilight seems to Obviously, his gloomy is not close enough.

Suddenly, a soft knock on the door sounded.

"In." Listening to the sound of numbness, but because of the cold and ruthless inside, I dare not give birth to a little bit.

A man in black came in silently, kneeling on one knee, respectfully opening: "The master, Luo girl went to the capital."

The hand that is not slow to write is a meal. In the time of ten or more interest, it seems to be fixed, and there is no half-point reaction. The pen that has just been inked, with this pause, a drop of ink falls on the paper. Halo, the paper that was about to be finished was invalidated.

Li Hongyuan put the pen in his hand down, slowly lifted it up, grabbed the position of the heart, and beat his heart. This heart, which has always been beating smoothly, will not let it go faster than anyone in any case for years. Only when she hears her news, she can't help but accelerate, and then she is not controlled. Do not want to control, do not want to control. In the rapid beating, with a burst of colic, can not help but bowed his head, overflowing from the mouth like a painful joyful low.

This feeling is actually not very good, but he is particularly enjoyable.

The squatting man buried his head low, held his breath, barely gasped, and it was not a day or two to follow the master. At this moment, there must be no sound, otherwise... think about the consequences, straight Calling the whole body blood is instantly cold. It’s just the voice of the master, really wants to die.

“Where?” seems to have restored calm?

"Jomo has half an hour to Luofu."

"Reading the car."

"Yes." Gong Sheng should arrive, got up and retired, and could not stand still outside the door, showing a bit of embarrassment.

Outside the door, the near-servant Mu Gonggong glanced at the first dark guard around the master, with mercy, and the Luo girl, the master will have real emotional fluctuations, rather than pretending to cope with other people. It stands to reason that the master of this time is infected with human feelings, and when it is better to be close, but the opposite is true, the main subject at this time is the most strange, most horrible, and most frightening.

Black robes and darkness must be fixed, and the face is dead. "The master must use a carriage."

Mu Gonggong nodded and turned to prepare.

But on the other side, because the masters who stayed in Qi’an Prefecture of Guangyuan County all went to Beijing together, there were a lot of things to accompany them. A glimpse of the carriage cages, from the beginning to the end, attracted many pedestrians to stop, and there were many discussions. Curious, this is the home of a nobleman.

"Girl, this capital is really like the lively luxury of the storytelling population." A girl dressed up in the corner of the curtain, secretly smashing out from the cracks, said the excitement outside the scene.

A hand was stretched out next to him, and a slap on the back of the hand was whispered. "Green Chrysanthemum, now it’s no better than Qi’an in Beijing. How can it be so rash? If people let it go, it will only make people Said that the girl is not solemn, even saying that the Luo family is not good, do you want to live through the consequences?" The voice even with a bit of cold.

Qingju touched the back of the red hand, and there was a bit of aggrieved. "Bamboo sister, I don't dare any more."

However, the woman leaning against the big welcoming pillow, surnamed Luo, Ming Jing, although not a peerless beauty, but because the skin is white and flawless, stunned and enviable, but the face is somewhat sick and pale, and thin, inevitably reduced Three-pointed, heard the words, opened the surplus and beautiful, laughed, "green bamboo, not so serious." And got up a little, reached out, touched the head of the green chrysanthemum like a child, "I am anxious, afraid that it will not be in the future. Will leave the capital, and some time is slowly embarrassing."

"Girl!" Qingju was a little shy at her own girl. The girl was obviously one year younger than herself. In front of her, she was always like a child, and she was always teased by her as a child.

Jing Hao laughed out loud, but thought of what he was doing now, busy covering his lips with his hand, but the slap in his eyes still.

The green bamboo is squatting on the side, and it is very helpless. The reason of the green chrysanthemum is that the Thai half is on the girl. The old lady at home, who likes the girl’s heart and flesh, is not good at teaching and raising. Besides, the girl’s temper is good, gentle and considerate, and there are more than a few heart-breaking singers in Qi’an. I don't know how many ladies like it, but unfortunately, the children and grandchildren of those people can't keep up. This time they went to Beijing, but there are some points for the girl's marriage.

Only soon, Jing Wei’s smile faded, and some nausea and stunned horses were really helpless.

Green Bamboo quickly took out the plum from the small drawer next to him and handed it to her. "Girl, you will bear it again, and you will soon arrive."

Jing Hao put the plum in his mouth. "I'm fine." Close your eyes and fake your eyes.

The two cockroaches looked at her like this, and they were really distressed. The girl was always healthy. Hearing that he was sick when he was young, he didn’t want to sit in the carriage for a long time, and he was so faint, just ten days ago. The vomiting of the stomach was sore, the whole person was quickly reduced, and they were scared to death. The schedule was slowed down and slowed down. Later, it was better to take a boat. It was only a half-day carriage in Beijing. Comfortable.

The sound outside was getting smaller, it should be coming soon, and it didn't take long. The carriage stopped. Soon, the voice of Jingyin's mother was heard outside. "Girl, it is here."

The curtain in front of the door was picked up, and the nursery and the nursery were quiet and the other two big green plums and Qinglan were outside. But when they are in the carriage, they are all six people taking turns to serve Jing.

Jing Hao was helped, stepped on the stool, and at the moment of landing, I felt that I was practical, and finally I didn’t have to suffer, and helped my chest.

"Come on, let the grandmother squat." Mrs. Luo is standing next to the carriage, squatting on the son of her son, grandson and granddaughter, and a distressed gesture to Jing Hao.

Make a good preparation for the ceremony. I miss the filial piety and I can’t go on.

Jing Hao was busy, holding the hand of Mrs. Luo, "Grandmother."

"Hey, this little face is white, is it still uncomfortable?" Touching her face.

Jing Hao lip smiled: "Grandma Mo worried, granddaughter is fine, oh, isn't this already home, take a break, raise a few days, and be sure to be chubby."

"It's a good time to raise." Turning his head and yelling at his own grandmother, "The old people's, the tonics such as the bird's nest in the house, give more to the donkey, and the child is greatly guilty along the way."

"Yes, the mother was relieved. She received a letter before, knowing that the road to Sanchatou was sinned, and things have already been prepared." Wang’s proper response, especially the kindness and distressed look at Jing Hao.

"Well, you do things, I am still at ease." The old lady nodded and whispered.

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