Xu Feng, who was resting by the mountain, pushed the door open and walked in. The maid helped to close the door, and then tiptoed back. Xu Fengnian sat next to the window, with the afterglow shining through the window screen, which was different from the magnificent grandeur of Mount Dam. This woman's boudoir was very simple and simple. Apart from the four treasures of the study, there were not many miscellaneous items on the table. She put a "Linglong" carved from old bamboo roots. The big bamboo balls were covered with small bamboo balls, about eight or nine inches in size. Xu Fengnian pressed her fingers on Linglong and moved a few inches on the table, and the sound was not loud. There was a stack of small colored papers on the table, with different colors, all of which were all apricot and red goose yellow brass green. Three words were written on the top colored paper, which was skewed by three words, Huaihuang. Xu Fengnian only learned that Wang Dongxiang had won the literary world after leaving Mount Dam. The words were written like

It was very unfathomable. I saw it today and realized that it was really earthworms crawling over, which was unbearable to see. However, the exquisite small paper pressed under the Huaihuang Collection was still ugly, and many broken poems were written. They were not to be underestimated. There were both majestic military frontier poems and words like hermits chanting. On the contrary, there were very few resentful words in the boudoir. The positive review of the Rouge Review only ranked the women's beauty, with fat and thin rings, and men had their own preferences, and there were many people on the list. Many people said that the famous prostitute Li Baishi was ranked low, and they also said that the person with the surname Nangong had never seen him, so he was qualified before Chen Yu. The deputy comment of Rouge was much more just. Princess Xu Weixiong of Beiliang, and the princess of Chunshenhu King in early winter, Yan Dongwu, who was already the crown prince's concubine, was named, and there was little objection.

Xu Fengnian flipped through the colorful papers, and after reading them, the order was reversed. After reading them again, Huaihuangji returned to the homepage. After folding more than 60 colorful papers, Xu Fengnian leaned against the back of the chair and looked out the window. On the Chunshen Lake, Xuanyuan Qingfeng killed six martial artists in a row. They were all long-known seniors in the martial arts world, almost becoming the enemy of the martial arts world. No one was on the throne one day. On the third day, three famous martial arts masters appeared on the stage one after another, and were beaten by Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

The martial arts leader is outrageous. He is definitely not the martial arts leader who is loved by the world. But Huishan Guniu Dagang knows the world with this. It is strange that Xuanyuan Qingfeng is more ruthless and ruthless. He is not one-sidedly scolded in the world. The perception of the new and old people in the world is completely opposite. The old and the old are heartbroken. The new and the new and the undercurrents are surging in private. It is said that only such a cold-blooded woman, such a leader, only the evil ones can be beaten by the evil ones, and only this can be expected to wipe out Zhulu Mountain.

Xu Fengnian doesn't know what kind of face will be in the future. If the older generation's romantic leader is still alive, what would he think. Xu Fengnian's thoughts drifted away, thinking of the fox fur that was taken from Beiliang to the south of Shangyin Academy. If she gave up, she would never leave this fox fur. But since she was unwilling to be a cage, Xu Fengnian had to pretend to be generous and go with the flow. If she had the chance to meet again in the future, I don't know if she was an old woman. Xu Fengnian also thought about her first trip.

When I walked around the world, I was at the bottom of the world and looked up at the world. There was an unforgettable figure by the Luoshui River, but now I am already indifferent. The second time I was considered to look down at the world from a high place. Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked at the bed. He accompanied her on the lake that year. Xu Fengnian had never thought about the situation today. He really went to Beimang and survived. In the future, he would inherit the inheritance step by step. He took over the Beiliang family, took over Xu Xiao's family, and continued to draw a jail to guard the northwest gateway.

The afterglow fades and the dusk becomes darker.

A snap came from the bed, and the young and cute woman slapped her face hard, sleepy eyes and angry, sitting up in anger. It turned out that the boudoir was paved with countless charcoals. Although the indoor winter was as warm as spring, it also gave the mosquitoes the capital to lie dormant over the winter, which was extremely disturbing. The woman was sleepy and had to intrigue with the winter mosquitoes every time. The maid could not call her to get up, but these winter mosquitoes made great contributions. The woman sat up behind her, covered her embroidered quilt, spreading her teeth and claws, and stuttering at one.

The winter mosquito bit her was chased and killed. She returned in disappointment. She couldn't stand the coldness outside the quilt. She muttered that there were mosquitoes in the world that could escape the finger of this female hero. Then she would spare your life for the time being. Then she continued to fall down and sleep with her head covering her head. Maybe she felt that such decadence was not good. She hid in the quilt and pondered for a long time. She finally poked out a head and looked at the desk with the brightest light. She was empty and nothing was considered a little girl.

Absent from the mind, Qiu Shui's long eyes felt a little unspeakable aggrieved. She stretched out her fingers and twisted her cheeks hard. She felt pain, and then she got up and dressed absent-mindedly. During this period, she retracted her warm quilt several times. When she was too lazy to wear boots, she fell to the ground just by putting on the socks. It had been more than half an hour. She stepped on the not-cold wooden board. After waking up, she finally had the temperament of a great writer Wang Dongxiang, virtuous and graceful eyes.

Especially aura, I sat cross-legged on the chair, holding my breath and grinding my pen. I was defeated by my own handwriting after just one stroke. I felt so ugly, and I felt so full of heroism. I sighed and held my cheeks in my hand, preparing to flip through the colorful papers. I suddenly widened my eyes. The page of the Huaihuang Collection was filled with a line of small words. In addition to the current year, month and day, I also added four words to this trip, which were naturally better than Wang Chudong's.

Wang Chudong knocked open the door, not caring about wearing the cold fur necessary to go out, not caring about the shouts of several close maids, and ran to the ferry at the lakeside at the foot of the mountain in one breath.

A pair of socks are terrible.

Wang Linquan, who felt most sorry for this only daughter, ran down the mountain in a panic, with a look of distress.

Wang Chudong looked at the old man and cried and said regretfully: "I will never sleep in again!"

Wang Linquan grinned against the common sense, but did not comfort her. Instead, he added insult to injury and said, "I still don't know how to manage my family in the future. Let's see who dares to marry you home."

Wang Chudong twitched his delicate nose and was about to cry without tears.
Chapter completed!