Chapter 313

Yao light looks slightly dignified, "how to return a responsibility?"

Xiao Han said, "it seems that there is a mutiny in Lord Heng. Sir, if man Chao wants to find one that can match the Regent's strength, he is probably the only one. He was the first to lead the troops in southern Xinjiang. Now he holds 34% of the military power in his hands, and there are many experts in the seat. Once a man is strong, he will naturally have the idea that he did not dare to think of ”

when she said these words, she didn't seem to be listening to the weak and gentle girl in Fengwu. Her face was very quiet and looked like a female military commander.

Yao light quietly listening, voice light, "stupid."

Xiaohan picked out a willow eyebrow and listened to the man say, "the power in Xiao Yunjing's hands is not only in the military department? It's a mantis. At best, it can hold Xiao Yunjing in check for a while. After he has eliminated the power of hengwang, Xiao Yunjing can give himself a good name for pacifying chaos. "

The maid Bai Jing's face crossed with a trace of worry, "but Sir, Lord Xiao is in power, but you use his hand to pick up the man..."

Yao Guang looks at the back of his apprentice in the crowd, and the last trace of tenderness and tenderness in his eyes also fades away. The voice is like soaking in ice water, "heaven and earth are inhospitable and take all things as cud dogs. How did I get to this point? Can I still look back

Back at Fengwu, fanyin is waiting for Yao Guang to comfort her, but what she hears is a man's cold voice, "... For a while, it's better not to let you go out. I'm afraid I can't see you anymore

Walking through the corridor and back to the other garden, fanyin plunges into the red mandarin duck yarn pillow in the bedroom, and tears begin to flow out slowly, moistening a small piece. Why is this always the case? Why did she just feel that there was a glimmer of hope, just got a glimmer of warmth from men, and was quickly wiped out? In this case, why hold her hand and say "lost carefully?"

The first sad thing was that the evil fox actually complained first.

What's more sad is that she is so attentive to Yao Guang's every word, every word, even her manner and subtle look.

When Yao Guang was ill, she lost most of her interest in Sanskrit. Even when she studied and recited lessons, she said, "master, when can you get better?"

She didn't bear a grudge, and her unhappiness in the long street had already forgotten.

The man has a large marten cloak, and the snow-white fluff makes his face more and more like a jade. Besides, it has faded away the feminine and frigid nature of the past, showing a kind of morbid and weak beauty.

"Are you the daughter of a miser?"

Sanskrit did not understand, "why do you say that?"

"After paying my tuition fee, I won't rest for one day, right?"

Sanskrit:...

the sentence "people are not worried about you" hesitated and finally did not say it. She knew that she had no chance. Looking at Yao Guang's pale face, she only poured a cup of hot tea for the man. "The disciple didn't mean that. Since master is not feeling well, I'd better stop early. I can read the book myself

Yao Guang frowned, as if thinking about something, and suddenly asked her, "did the Lord ever receive a sandalwood box with a dragon carved on it?"

Sanskrit has a good memory and immediately replies, "Hi, I know. I have played secretly. My uncle beat me for this. Hum!"

"Do you know where that box is now?"

Sanskrit is at a loss. I don't understand why Yao Guang suddenly asked. But he replied, "I haven't seen it since then, but since it's something valued by my uncle, it's mostly kept in his study, and I haven't asked about it."

"Yao Guang, what are you doing with this?"

"You should stay in your room these two days and don't walk around." Yao Guang some anxiously sipped a sip of tea, "I will teach people to guard in your garden."

"Why?" Sanskrit discontented, "if you don't leave the garden, you don't suffocate me."

"You just listen to me!" Yao Guang suddenly raised the tone of Xu's voice and slapped his book on the desk. "Is today's Fu recitation meeting?"

Fanyin gritted his teeth to carry the book, but his nose was red like a rabbit. Finally, even his eyes were watery. He threw the book, "I just don't want to recite it!" Run away before tears fall.

Yao Guang was stunned for a long time, slowly picked up the book she had left on the ground and dusted off the dust.

For the first time, his face was so dignified. If Sanskrit was more careful and smart at this time, he would find that there were more dilemmas between men's eyebrows.

The rain is coming, and winter is coming.

And he has no way out.