Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling

Chapter 1045

"My God

"My God!"

"My ancestors

In a small secret corner beside the palace, there were bursts of almost screaming screams. All the heads were stretched out straight and gaping. For a long time, there was a low scream.

"Lord Hou has something -"

"when did Lord Hou learn to be charming?"

"Has the Marquis finally decided to take the road of serving you with color?"

"I thought the Marquis would marry all kinds of wives and concubines in his backyard now that he is successful."

"Yes, not to mention the eldest daughter of Liu Shangshu, the granddaughter of the great Bachelor of Wei, and the younger sister of Zhu Guogong Which one doesn't love us deeply? It's said that the fight is fierce. In order to be the principal, they all want to fight! Who knows -- "

" who knows that the Marquis himself volunteered to apply to be his Majesty's palace... "

"The Marquis is very brave, but look at the way he gets along with his majesty In fact, I've been following him for several years, and I've never seen him so gentle! "

"I've never seen him smile so happily to a girl."

when subordinates make complaints about their faces, the girl is ashamed of her cheeks, and looks back at her, "you bold!"

Want to be her How bold!

I don't know. I'm so bold!

As soon as she struggled, the man held her hand even harder. His palm was much bigger than hers, and his phalanx was half bigger than hers. When she grasped it, he could wrap her hand in.

"Don't move, I'll take you to write a few lines, and then struggle, be careful to scratch the good rice paper."

Tong Su has a good habit, that is, never waste things, more respect for knowledge and culture.

In the face of a man threatening to scratch a good rice paper, it's really like being strangled, frowning and protesting: "let go of your loneliness..."

The man turned a deaf ear, holding her hand, writing on the paper, ink halo dye out a piece of flowing water.

"I heard a poem before, and I thought that it would be my eternal life."

The tip of the pen is tactful, the ink is dipped, the white is stagnant, and the vigorous handwriting jumps out with unspeakable bitterness.

-- ten years of life and death, two boundless, do not think, since unforgettable. There is no place to talk about desolation. Even if meet should not know, dust covered face, temples such as frost.

A dream of returning home at night. Xiaoxuan window, dressing. There is nothing but tears. Expected to be broken every year: moon night, short Pine Hill.

"I still laugh at him, but after ten years of separation, my heart is broken. If I wait for thousands of years, how can I persist?"

Tong Su was stunned.

His voice was suddenly light, and his words gradually became full, mellow and joyful.

"Later, I learned that there was a turn of events in the world, and there was a desperate situation, and this poem -"

- people were looking for him, but suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.

There are also days when we can meet again after thousands of years.

Tong Su raised his hand to cover his heart. Suddenly he felt that his nose was sour and his eyes were a little wet. He looked up at him in a daze. He twisted his eyebrows and said: "I don't know why. Listening to you, I feel so sour, just like It's like they're written in isolation. "

The man looked at her steadily, with soft eyes and deep smile on his lips.

"Your Majesty, can you believe that there are past and present lives in this world?" "He laughs," if have, that is certain, the majesty of former life and minister, also made the agreement of generation after generation