Beiming tin held her breath and silently recited it for countless times. She pretended to be a gentle gentleman for ten years. She couldn't be broken by her three words and two tones, so she became cold.

Coldness is coldness, but there is no indication.

"Look, I don't speak again. If you don't speak, let me go. "

He turned over and ran away from the man. He nestled in the corner. He lianyunlu put his hand on his temple and rubbed it gently.

She felt dizzy in her mind. The cold-faced general she had just seen could somehow twist her heart into a mess.

Recalling the sharp edges and corners, every detail of the arc peak is stained with a cold man, she even felt a strong sense of familiarity.

Unlike the palpitations of the last trance, today's man gives her a feeling that two people should be familiar with.

Is it an illusion?

It's not like that, because she obviously caught the slight stunned expression when the iron and blood general looked at her.

He should know her, but who is he?

"Princess, general Zhan Shao is waiting for you. Why don't you come and meet first?" The voice of the rosefinch leaped uncontrollably.

"OK." Helian Yunlu stroked her wrinkled black clothes. She should meet the Zhan Shao general who made her familiar, so as to solve her doubts. She glanced at Beiming tin: "I'll go down for a while, you're good."

He attached himself, close to her, lazily raised his eyelashes and deliberately blew a breath.

That tone, with a faint smell of mint, was tinged with a bit of beautiful body fragrance.

"Whatever you want."

When the man said something, he stepped back and leaned against the carriage, soft collapse, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Angry again!? Helian Yunlu obviously felt his mood, but he didn't want to shun Mao and got out of the carriage directly.

Everyone has a temper.

Why should everything follow you.

She never thinks she has a good temper.

When she left, the man was stunned and opened his eyes. His exquisite handsome face cooled down. His eyes were as flashy as the star of the dark night, showing unique charm and elegance.

A little chill condenses in it.

"Anyway, when you leave me, you always lose it naturally."

"What can I expect..."

The pill against the tip of his tongue fell between his white teeth. He took the gold cup and spit it out.

He doesn't like the smell of medicine and never likes it.

The round pills like red beads were scattered in four parts, but they still couldn't be swallowed. If she hadn't fed them, these pills couldn't enter his mouth.

Helian Yunlu, who had gone and returned, wanted to take the veil left in the carriage, but unexpectedly heard the man's almost empty whisper.

I don't know if it's because the cold wind outside the great wall makes her head in a trance. She even feels that Beiming tin really knows her.

Her finger was only a candy away from the curtain of the carriage, but she shrank back like an electric shock.

Move away in panic.

As soon as I looked back, I saw a man wearing an iron armor and coerced into the sky and held out his hand to her.

At the moment of her hesitation, Zhan fengran hugged her, put his knuckled hand directly on her shoulder, and covered her in the protective ring with a good posture.

The head was buried in her neck. The man's warm breath was with a little smile: "little martial sister, long time no see."

He lianyunlu was stiff, and his ears echoed with a man's ruffian and elegant voice.