Chapter 914

Jia Cheng said respectfully, "yes, I'll give it to General Yu."

"Well." When Huo Han picked up another memorial to read, he suddenly frowned: "by the way, the wedding gift of Princess Qinghe tomorrow will be louder, and you should also pay attention to your face."

"Yes, your majesty, do you want to come in person?" Jia Cheng asked.

Huo Han's eyes were deep: "go, naturally, such a lively wedding must go..."

In the desolate forest, the sound of horse's hooves came from afar, and the trees around the earthquake shook violently. When the man came at a gallop, the trees on both sides of the road were suddenly impacted and left behind.

Riding on horseback, reflected by the moonlight, what you can see is the Wanqing song back to Qingyou country.

Her face was very ugly, and she was quick. As soon as she left, there were countless people in black chasing after her, all of them were murderous!

"You want to kill me in secret!" Wan Qingge frowned and scolded angrily: "I want to see who has the ability to stop me from going back. Is it you xiyueer or you Nangong Longxue?"

"Kill, never let her go back alive!" Ordered one of the killers.

Immediately countless people in black came to kill with swords.

After avoiding one, Wan Qingge kicked away countless others, drew out his sword and said coldly, "those who want to kill me will die without a burial place. This time, none of you can stop me from going back!"

"Oh, yes? Ha ha ha... "

Just after Wan Qingge said these words, a cold voice appeared around her, which seemed to come from hell. Then, a thick black smoke flashed around her quickly!

"Who are you?" Wan Qingge asked.

The strange man sneered, "reborn man."

For a moment, the whole city was boiling.

It's said that it's a big melon. From this point of view, xiyuer's status is not as good as Nangong Longxue's. in other words, Nangong Longxue's concubine is almost equal to xiyuer's, or even slightly better.

Xi yue'er is wearing the red phoenix dress embroidered by Zhenrong herself. It stretches across the floor and inside the house. Today, with a little powder, she is beautiful. Whether it's eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, facial features, face outline, neck and figure, they seem to be the best painters. They use the best Xuan paper and the best ink to outline her, perfect.

Zhenrong looked at her ink hair scattered on her shoulders, smiling, as if for so many years never showed a smile and joy all accumulated in today's burst out.

Special gentle, special brilliant, special... Full of maternal love.

This is what xiyueer wants all her life.

Although I didn't get it from Xiangshi's mother, I was content to get it from this blood vessel continent.

"A comb comb to the end, wealth don't worry..." Zhenrong picked up the comb, slowly comb down from the beginning to the end, eyes smile and happiness filled the whole eye.

She gazed at herself in the bronze mirror, and then looked at her mother Zhenrong, who combed her hair. She felt a kind of light and dreamy happiness.

Zhenrong combed along her soft ink hair from beginning to end: "two combs to the end, no disease and no worry..."

"Three combs to the head, many sons and many longevity... Then combs to the head, raises a case to the eyebrow again, two combs to the tail, two wings fly together, three combs to the tail, forever ties up with one heart to wear..."

Zhenrong's eyes were combed again and again. The brilliant eyes were gradually misty and moist. Even the voice was gradually low and hoarse, and the touching hand was trembling quietly. "There is a beginning and an end, rich... Precious."

The last word falls, the corner of Zhenrong's eye drops hot tears.

It just landed on the back of her hand.

She looked through the bronze mirror at Zhenrong's eyes, red circle, dense with a heavy layer of moisture, she hoarse voice called: "mother?"

Zhenrong quickly raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. "You see, I'm not fighting... It's a happy day, but I'm still like this..."

"No, mother, that's good for you." She comforted.

Zhenrong was stunned for a moment, and the tears in the corner of her eyes could not stop falling down. She opened her mouth for a long time and cried, "moon, my mother can't bear you. We are going to leave at night."

"Well, it's OK. I'll come and see you." She said softly.

Zhenrong wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes again. Then she curled up her hair. Fang LAN, who was beside her, was already full of tears. She helped to take all kinds of hair accessories. She said to Fang LAN, "aunt Fang LAN, you should take good care of your mother and yourself in the future."

Fang LAN froze for a moment and nodded: "Miss, you have suffered a lot in recent years, but now you can enjoy it. We... We are all happy for you. You must be happy..."

"Well, I will." She gave a wry smile to the bronze mirror.

all sufferings have their reward?

Happiness?

She touched her stomach, a smile, he is her happiness.

There was a scream of Zihan outside the door. She looked up at the closed door and asked, "what's wrong with Zihan?"

Zihan hemmed and hawed for a long time and said, "no, it's OK. I almost sprained my foot."

But she faintly smelled a bloody smell, and there was the posture of Yinchuan and Changyuan stooping to sweep the floor outside. She frowned and cried: "Yinchuan, elder, what are you doing outside?"

Changyuan replied: "it's OK. I just think the door is a little dirty. Sweep it. You hurry up and don't care about us."

At this time, Zihan came in with a box wrapped in red cloth. At the moment of entering the door, she saw the other side carefully scan the door. Then she came in with a breath: "miss."

Looking up, he saw that she was looking at herself. Zihan lowered his head subconsciously: "Miss, you are so beautiful today."

Zhenrong gave her a bun and said, "nature is the most beautiful. Yueer is today's bride. Nature is the most beautiful."

"Zihan, what did you see at the door just now?" She asked.

Zihan quickly shook his head: "not yet."

Zihan lied, because the moment the other party came in, her sensitive nose caught a trace of rippling when Zihan came in... All if not... Bloody smell.

It's not very heavy, but it's fishy.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "I seem to smell a trace of blood. Did you just scratch something?"

Zihan's body suddenly froze and his face turned white.

But he immediately returned to nature: "no, how can there be blood smell on this happy day, miss? Don't talk nonsense. Miss, this is for you."

See son Han changed the topic, she also didn't pursue further, stare at the box that its hand uses red cloth to cover to ask a way: "what is this?"

"This is a pair of cloisonne Red Coral Earrings."

Zihan uncovers the red cloth, revealing a exquisitely carved box, slowly opens it, lowers it down and puts it in front of her. Inside, there are a pair of bright red coral earrings with round body. They look delicate and chic, but she doesn't have much feeling. She casually asks, "who gave them?"

"Just now Beiming gave it to Yinchuan, Yinchuan gave it to me, and then I brought it to miss you." Zihan said in a low voice, with a happy face.