.(.l’s little ‘speak’) When the maid entered Liu, he became a member of Liu. He was like this in this life and was like this. In addition, the maid no longer wishes.”

"Broken Lake..."

Liu Nong took out something from his arms, slowly unfolded the half of Zuo Bo paper, glanced at it, smiled indifferently, then folded the paper into three parts, folded it back into the triangle, put it in his arms again, and smiled and said, "Your young man is not a god, like you, staying here and melting under the snow. Perhaps, in a blink of an eye, a cup of yellow earth. The past is hard to pursue, so there is no need to pursue it again, but remember this life and pity this life."

"Little Langjun..."

Broken Lake's eyes were red, and tears were about to fall. She slowly stood up, picked up the tung oil stirrups, and plucked the courage to get closer. She looked at the little husband, bit the corner of her mouth, covered it with the stirrup, quietly stretched out her hand, tentatively, and met, gently holding it, her heart was as soft as a slut. Looking at the white snowy outside the yard, she said softly: "Little husband, have you ever remembered the past? Eight years ago, Yu Jiankang, the maid took Xiaolang's hand, walked across the bridge, and quarreled with Yan Zui. Yan Zui was so angry..."

"How could I not remember that the bright moon was there, and I returned with my shadow on the bridge."

Liu Nong smiled faintly, remembering the bright moon outside Jiankang City, the stream, the short bridge, and the little hands in his palm were warmly lying in the cold breeze, but he felt soft and tender in his chest. After a long time, he tightened his hands tightly, let go silently, and smiled and said, "Is it okay to give up this matter?"

"Um!"

Shuhu tilted his head and nodded vigorously.

Liu Nong cracked his mouth and lifted the tung oil stirrups that were chopped on the arrow, strode around, and walked slowly and smirked. He raised his skirt and stepped on his feet, looking back from time to time, smiling secretly.

When it is snowy, it is already three o'clock when it reaches the east building. If it is sunny, the lonely sun will hang in the sky.

Suddenly, Liu Nong's steps stopped and lazily lay on the corridor, looking down, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger.

At this time, a small green crown quietly poked out from the corner of the courtyard, and then a small head appeared, and her black big eyes turned around for a while. Her slightly panicked expression suddenly relaxed. Her mouth curled up and stepped out in a big way. She brushed her robe and bowed half and half to Liu Nong upstairs, raised her eyebrows and said, "Meihe, Xie An will come later..."

"Meow!!"

Before he could finish his words, a white line suddenly rushed, and the big white cat rushed towards Xiao Xie'an from behind.

"Hey, how dare you chase me..."

Xiao Xie'an shouted loudly, but his body was light and swift. He swung his feet and avoided the big white cat's sneak attack. Then, he did not look back and ran away, kicking the snowflakes flying, but a cat's head came out of his bulging arms: "Meow..."

Xiao Xie An patted the kitten's head, stuffed it back into his wide arms, and shouted, "Don't be irritated, don't lead the enemy!" As he said that, his feet kept deciding on his direction, trying to escape outside the courtyard.

"Where are those cat-stealers, who are going to go? Quickly abandon the cat and beg for surrender! Otherwise, you will definitely be killed and will not forgive me!"

Just at this moment, a soft shout suddenly sounded at the gate of the courtyard. Then, Xiao Jingyan's face was as frosty as she looked, and she rushed out with a solemn expression. She stood at the door, put her hands on her hips, and blocked her way.

"Alas, there is blockage in front and pursuers behind. The situation is dangerous and the situation is dangerous. What can you do?"

Xiao Xie'an murmured and looked around, seeing that the situation was unstoppable, he wanted to surrender, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of an alley on the right. He immediately made a decision and rushed into the alley with a "whim".

Xiao Jingyan pouted, raised her eyebrows, but refused to pursue her.

After a little slow, Xiao Xie An's cry sounded in the alley: "Huawu, it's so sad that there are ambushers hidden deep in the alley, which is really unpredictable!"

A tender voice shouted: "Why are you, the young man of Xie, who has no faith in speaking! You and I have fished in the pond, got two fish, and kept food for cats, and stole two cats. It has been said that one little man of Lu, Jing Gu, should also get one..."

Shaoqing, the dejected little Xie An was escorted out of the alley, and his arms were already flat, while the snow-white kitten was lying in Xiao Jing's arms and was meowing.

Xiao Xie'an glanced at Xiao Jing'an, then looked at the majestic Lu Jingyan, and shouted to the sky: "It's just like a gangster around you, you're desperate! You're trying to pull out mountains and your aura is the world. Time is not good, and your horse will never pass away. What can you do if you don't pass away! What can you do if you don't pass away? Cat, cat, what can you do if you don't do!"

"Puff..."

"Prince..."

Lu Jingyan and Xiao Jing laughed sweetly, Xie Yi hugged his arms at the corridor column, raised his eyebrows, and smiled helplessly, but in a blink of an eye, he stagnated on Lu Jingyan's body, with a deep expression.

The man came riding a bamboo horse and was playing with green plums around the bed... Liu Nong shook his head, but his heart was extremely light. He rolled his sleeves and walked into the room quickly. He was newlyweds and he should draw his eyebrows carefully.

In the room, Xu Xiang formed a formation.

Lu Shuyao knelt in front of the window, with two feet of Zuobo paper placed on the black peach table, and a spoon was used to drag the ink dish, and served on one side.

The little girl's wrist is as good as snow, and she is extremely immersive in her fine brushstrokes. Her two small combs tremble from time to time, making her extremely lively.

When Masan saw Liu Nong coming in, he looked happy and wanted to bend over to salute. Liu Nong smiled and waved his hand to stop him. Masan thought about it, gently placed the ink plate on the windowsill, and exited the room with his hands and feet.

Lu Shuyao didn't notice it, her tender jade eyebrows frowned slightly, her eyes fell into the painting, and she just focused on pushing her wrists and piled up colors.

Liu Nong held his hands behind his back, tilted his head to look at his wife. The room was unburned lamp, and the crane paper window was spread out, and the white water was poured into the light golden strapless skirt, making the three thousand black snow look softer and brighter. When you look closely, the tender jade neck seemed to have a little red mark, like a lip mark.

At this time, the little girl frowned slightly, paused her brush, squinted her eyes and glanced at the painting, put down her pen, spread out her snow-white palms, and said in a soft voice: "Puan, Aimo!"

Liu Nong smiled silently, walked to the windowsill, grabbed the pen and put it in his small palm. Lu Shuyao took the pen and drew it carefully, perhaps with excellent coloring, and the corners of his mouth slowly bloomed. Suddenly, he suddenly felt something was fumbled gently on his waist, and he looked down blankly. His slender big hand was surrounded by him. Then, a deep breath came from his ears, masculine and strong. The little girl was shocked and turned her head suddenly, but she didn't know that Liu Nong was smelling her fragrance, and at the moment, lips were on her lips.

The distance was too close, and the little girl had not yet made a clear name for herself. Her eyes swished and she hurriedly retreated. How could Liu Nong let her escape? She crawled up with her hands, held her delicate face, and kissed her deeply.

"Husband, Shu Yao, Shu Yao is painting, painting a picture of drinking snow in the cold pond and drinking snow..."

In a moment, Lu Shuyao also argued about the mustard fragrance on his husband's body, and felt relieved and gasped in his heart.

Liu Nong turned her around, hugged her face to face, kissed her slender eyebrows, and said softly: "Don't even think of paintings at any time. Now, I want to draw eyebrows for Shu Yao."

Lu Shuyao's whole body trembled slightly, soft and weak, her chest was undulating like a ridge. Under the rag skirt, there was a piece of snow and tender jade. She held her husband's chest with her bare hands, pushed her, and it was a little farther apart. She looked out the window and said shyly: "Husband, you should use an eyebrow pencil to draw your eyebrows. Besides, the time has not arrived yet..."

Liu Nong raised his eyebrows, kissed her eyebrows again, and said seriously: "Shu Yao doesn't know, do you need an eyebrow pen? If your heart is right, you can draw a smoke and eyebrows." As he said that, he pulled her into his arms, stroking the soft long hair behind him, and said softly: "Shu Yao, are you a complaint? Is it your husband? After waiting for more than ten days, he will return to the north."

Lu Shuyao's pretty face was flushed by him, so he simply put his hot face into his husband's chest. Listening to the pounding heartbeat, he murmured: "Husband is a beautiful crane in Huating, not the beautiful birds in the forest. The beautiful birds are singing in the spring, but the feather crane needs to cry in the air. Husband should not be guilty, nor should he care about Huating, sister is in charge of business affairs, Broken Lake Palm Village, Shu Yao, Shu Yao said in the past, your heart is Shu Yao's world." As he said, his eyes rippled, he raised his head and pecked his husband's lips, and said sweetly: "Husband, Xiao Guoer and Husband..."

The words failed to continue, because Liu Nong kissed her and sealed her cherry lips. Then, Liu Zhonglang picked up his wife horizontally, held her legs and walked towards the inner room.

Lu Shuyao wrapped his hands around his neck, swung his golden silk shoes, bit the corner of his lips, and said tremblingly: "Husband, now, it's not yet night yet. Besides, I still need to serve my mother at night later. No, it's not feasible to be loyal to me..."

"Dingling..."

Liu Nong smiled calmly, but without saying a word, he reached out and pulled the little golden bell on the little girl's ankle, which made Lu Shu's eyes overflow, buried his head in his arms, gently rubbing it, shy and unbearable.

The beauty was soft and slanted on the couch, with her eyes flowing. Liu Zhonglangjun grabbed her small feet and took off her golden silk shoes. But she saw the jade feet slightly bowed, and the delicate snow silkworms were shining with a bright luster, making people confused. Liu Zhonglang loved them more and more, holding the pair of jade feet, kissing them again and again.

"Husband, don't bite, yell..."

Lu Shuyao bit her tender lips, and her eyes melted inch by inch.

At this moment, a sound of plastering came from the outdoors: "Langjun, Yuan Langjun has something to ask about..."

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Chapter completed!