"This..." the emperor did not know, so he looked at a piece of dust in front of him and was surprised to say nothing.
"Sanwei is really hot." The national master frowned slightly and said faintly, but no one can control the Sanwei real fire except the Yan Clan. Judging from the spiritual power conveyed by the flame just now, it is not the Yan people. Who is this person? The figure of a person suddenly appears in my mind. Is it him?
"Little Lord, don't tell me, it's him." Blue Ling appears in the North Star Mo Xuan side, a face of fear asked, in the heart of the non-stop prayer, do not be him.
"Little Lord, you still don't talk. What you say is easy for me to jump into the river." Green Ling appears on the other side of the North Chen Mo Xuan, a face ate the expression of defecation, said with a bitter smile.
"I have a headache too. Why is it him?" At the end of the crowd, the North Star ink Xuan raised his hand and rubbed his slightly painful head. He was familiar with the spiritual power just conveyed by the flame. He had no choice but to smile, which was interesting.
The setting sun draws a beautiful scenery in the sky. The fire has already been extinguished, and the women in the fire have been reduced to ashes. A turbulence has finally gained some stability.
The emperor's chariot has left. The national master stood in front of the ashes and pondered for a long time. However, he stroked his white beard. The eagle's eyes were full of emotions that others could not understand. He sighed gently and left quietly with his Taoist children.
The people gradually dispersed, and the soldiers left behind began to clean up the damage of the central square. Everyone's face was hung with a happy smile. The big stone that had been pressed on his heart for so long finally fell, as if Luo Qingrou's death meant that there would be no more disasters for them.
Bai li Liu Mo is still the same as the first one. He is a dark blue boa robe. He is a king in his every move. Standing on the high platform, he gives orders coldly. The people in front of him come and go, but no one can enter the depth of his eyes except her.
People scattered, only one person stood still with a smile on his lips. He looked at everything in the square at the bottom of his eyes and raised his eyes. The smile on his lips was frozen for a moment. He moved his eyes without leaving a voice. His red lips drew a beautiful arc, turned gracefully and left without nostalgia.
Bai li Liu Mo's eyes slightly sank. Looking at her back, she felt indescribable. He moved his fingers and seemed to want to reach out and hold her. She pursed her lips. She seemed to want to open her mouth to leave her. She turned her eyes. After all, she did nothing. She watched her leave and left a series of footprints in the snow. He's not in a hurry. He and she have a lifetime.
At the time of spring, winter goes away, and spring comes, the capital city...
when the snow melts and everything recovers, the cold winter quietly leaves, and the ceremonial mammy in the palace also moves into the king's mansion in Jingnan, and teaches all the etiquette and wedding matters to the princess Dingguo who is about to marry. The common people also decorated their lanterns to send their blessing in this form. At the beginning of March, Jin Nan Wang's fifty boxes of betrothal gifts were sent to the prime minister's mansion. In addition to some of the items on the cold night Tong's gift list, Baili Liumo added more wedding gifts for him, and the degree of luxury was self-evident.
In the Luoyan Pavilion, smoke curls from the censer, and the fragrance lingers in the whole room. In the cold night, the pupil lies on the chair of the imperial concubine. Tea and cakes are placed on the small table beside her. She is covered with a light pink cloak. She holds a medical book in her hand, and her eyes are tightly fixed on the small words on it.
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