At first, Shen Yuning thought that she was dazzling, and those who were standing on the wall were like foreign guests.

But waiting for her to take a closer look, Fang Zhi was not dazzling, that person was really standing there.

At that time, she was sitting on the autumn thousand, wearing a crimson outer outer, and Mu Mu rare and good moonlight. After seeing the coming, she slowly stopped the shaking attitude, fell back to the ground, and looked at it.

Following that person.

Meng Linxiao still wore his moon -colored Daji. Originally, it was difficult to control the thick and common people. When Shen Yuning was wrapped inside last time, it felt like a bedding.

But wearing this title of the Moon Prince was just right, making his posture strong and not majestic, beautiful but not clear.

The nobles belonging to the capital and the chicness of the rivers and lakes were rubbed in one.

He has been unchanged from beginning to end, and it is himself ...

"Meng Zong's master driving, what is the expensive dry? If you still want to persuade our father and daughter, I don't have to worry about it."

The other party did not answer, Shen Yuning grasped Qiu Qian's rope, and didn't have a good breath: "What do you want to do?

As soon as the words fell, the people on the wall flew down, and the strong wind blew her clothes. At the same time, she took a sip of air -conditioning. At the same time, the hands of Qiu Qian had been covered by the other party.

Look up, the two are opposite.

The heartbeat was fast, and she had forgotten the next movement. She only looked at this person carrying a moonlight, which was very oppressed.

"Hear ..." The man took the lead, his eyes were a little bit fierce, and he emphasized the word: "I heard that Ji Xinyuan wants to be Shen Lang's son -in -law?"

She blinked, recalled that Ji Xinyuan reported to her father yesterday that he had reported Hengshan. He came, and I took out the marriage letter with the two characters with a two -person life with the eight characters of the two people.

Heart.

Shen Lang did punish him. After kneeling in front of the Shenjia Temple for a day and one night, the people in the Wulin League rushed to the onlookers.

Shen Yuning also wanted to watch it, but before he approached, he heard them argue about the facts of the facts. Is it better to marry Ji Xinyuan or marry Meng Linxiao.

In order not to be affected, she walked away.

I wanted to go to Vajrayana for pleasure. King Kong said that the young lady had something to do. The master punished him to recognize him. In the future, as long as the young lady nods, the Wulin League and the Shaoyang School can achieve a good story.

So Miss, do you nod?

She doesn't want to nod.

But this marriage was determined by his brother, and Ji Xinyuan was impeccable. If there was her in Meng Tang's heart, she might still fight for it.

But the two talents have fallen apart. If she used to be lucky to think that she had entered the heart of the other person, but now she will only become more and more uncertain. She is passionate from beginning to end. She

In the end, it's just a stand -in, right?

"Should I say that the response of the Lord Meng was a bit dull?" Shen Yuning slowly shook Qiu Qian: "I have a marriage contract with Ji Shaoxia first, and everyone on the rivers and lakes knows it."

Her leisurely tone and casual expression successfully anger Meng Linxiao. He dragged a rope of the autumn thousands, and the shock Shen Yu condensed and fell.

"Everyone on the rivers and lakes knows it, you don't know yourself?" Meng Tang mocked: "Knowing that he has a marriage contract, he is entangled with other men, women in the Wulin League are so shameful?"

"You stop!" Shen Yu stood up and stared at him fiercely: "Where are you based on this? If you want to say that I would like to say that Shen Yuping didn't know shame, but I don't have to point to Sang Huai! Yes, during this time, I was

It is really entangled with you, but Master Meng, you are wrong, my Shen Yuning has never been impressive to you! My entanglement with you is just a bit similar to yourself and Mrs. Zun, and you have a lot of false feelings.

Don't you take it seriously? Oh, I don't know shame, then you are shameless! "..

"Shen Yuning!"

"How!" She laughed: "When it comes to the heart of the prince? If you regret it, want to rebuild the old good, I'm sorry, I will not live in a man's heart with other women!

Future more

Won't."

"Then do you think you are like Ji Xinyuan?"

"How can we not match it? We missed three years, and now we can abandon the former suspect and come together again. This is God's will!"

"Are you talking about God's will?" The man was cold: "I advise you better not to bet on your life."

She did not answer, but took two steps back and made an invitation posture: "In a few days, when the martial arts factions gather together, the Wulin League and Shaoyang School will redefine the marriage alliance under the witness of the heroes. I wonder where the Lord lives now?

The Wulin League will send the invitation to the servers! "

"You!" The man's eyes were cold, and his teeth bite tightly: "I always thought you were a sober person, so I couldn't want to be so confused."

"What's more confused with me, what is important is that the Lord is awake. The Lord has always been so awake since I realize it now, so good!"

She smiled frankly, and turned around and waved again: "The prince goes back early, you can enter the martial arts, but it does not mean that no one knows it."

Shen Yuning returned to the room briskly, seeing a good mood, but the moment she closed the door of the door, the door was blocked outside the door, she trembled with a long breath.

The room was dark, and the fragrance of the magnolia flowers used to take a bath for the small buns was faintly resisted that day.

The petals of Magnolia are flexible and thick. After the craftsmanship of Mrs. Chai, the flower oil is steamed and dried up to make dry flowers. When taking a bath, soak it in the bath barrel, the petals are stretched, which is lifelike.

Little buns like it, she rolled out an early sachet, gave the remaining dried flowers inside, and told him quietly that when Magnolia opened again next year, we followed the Miss Chai to make dry flowers!

Magnolia's aroma will be dispersed sooner or later, just like those who are not accompanying.

At this time, Xiao Baozi also held the sacrifice nest in the bed and thought of her. Yin Feng Song Yueyue sat on the side of the bed and looked at Xiao Shao with a face.

That's right, coming out of the martial arts alliance is the same as the lord who lost the soul, but also the young master.

In the past two days, I did n’t take a few sips of the young master meals. This small chin was visible to the naked eye.

"Brother!" Song Yueku's head looked up: "The prince is back!"

Yinfeng was erected with ears, and it turned out to be, but then, his expression was dark again: "Listening to the princes of the prince heavy, there seems to be no good news ..."

The little buns crawled out of the bed and rushed out.

"Young Lord!"

"Daddy!" The little bun called people loudly: "Dad! Why didn't you bring your mother back! Dad!"

"Don't!" Song Yue also hurriedly covered his mouth: "The Lord will be angry!"

"Let me go!" The little guy was so rebellious and hysterical for the first time. He shouted while struggling: "I'm not afraid of him, I am looking for a mother! Let me go!" Let me go! "

"What are you doing!"

The door was pushed away from the outside, and the little guy who was still struggling just now stunned.

Yinfeng Songyue even swallowed his mouth, holding a step back with the young master.

The scholarship of the Sect of the Month of Moriya in the cold breath was really in the Hell in hell, and the two big and one little small trembling.

The little buns have a very talented cross, holding the small head, whispered: "The child didn't do anything ... just, I want to kiss ..."

Very good! Yinfeng is very pleased. At the critical moment, the young Lord's survival is at least!

"That's it, let Yinfeng Songyue take you to Beijing to worship!"

"Ah?" The little guy looked up, but shrank when his father's cold eyes were lonely: "The child's mother is clearly in the Wulin League, why go to Beijing?"

"She is not your mother!" The man said coldly, "In the future, let me hear you call her mother!"

silence……

The young master is silent ...

Yinfeng chanting the moon is like a knife twisted, and the poor young master will finally face this cruel reality ...

Who knows, a little silent, and the little guy asked sincerely: "But she is the mother who gave birth to me, why can't you call it?"

Yin Feng quickly covered his mouth, but was bitten by the little guy.

"Young Lord, don't talk nonsense ... Girl Shen has not yet come out of the cabinet ..."

The little bun looked up, and the father looked at this tall father who could always bring himself infinitely oppressed: "Dad, don't you want to kiss?

The man slowly squatted down and grabbed his son's little hand!

The soul of Yinfeng Songyue was scared, lest the young Lord would be beaten. If he was going to persuade, he saw the sachets on the small bun's hand and was taken by the other party.

The small buns were red, and they cried with a small mouth: "The child is so pitiful, everyone else has a mother, but I don’t ..."

"Young Master ..."

Yinfeng Songyue is also red.

However, Meng Linxiao stared at the sacked sac that was fascinated. The sachet was old. The embroidered Chang'e ran to the moon.

Silk.

That little chapter, originally only one "Meng" ...

This sachet comes from the Meng family in Beijing. Anything purchased by the Meng family in Beijing must be marked. It is common that this red seal.

Chang'e ran to the moon ...

The second son of the Meng family once stared at the seven or eight embroidery workers before he had done a dozen before his birthday, and only picked the best craftsmanship. The guests who left the house to wish the house ran out of the house and found that in Chen Zhenyue's house.

Stepping on, holding the lanterns, Liu Jiaojiao, the very conspicuous Liu Jiaojiao in a group of girls.

Each girl has a sachet with Chang'e running to the moon, which is the agreement between their little sisters.

He gave Liu Jiaojiao and squeezed her little finger secretly, and Liu Jiaojiao knew that the poems he collected in the sacked bag would not be at the bottom of the sisters.

Good luck can still draw a head up.

"What do you say ..." Meng Linxiao took the sachet and said slowly. He did not notice his voice: "Who, you gave birth to you?"

The little bun pumped: "My mother is born."

"She, have children? You mean, her bones, have children?!"
Chapter completed!