"You are still angry with me?"

From the corner of her eyes, Yuhua glanced at the man in white shirt who was holding a bouquet of hibiscus and was speechless. She walked forward, helped the man in white shirt up, hugged him in her arms, and whispered softly, lingering.

The man in the white shirt had his ears wet with raindrops, causing a series of embarrassing blushes.

"Yuzhuang

Leaning his head on the girl's shoulder, the man in white shirt held a flower and nestled in the girl's arms. He wholeheartedly enjoyed the rare tranquility and joy in front of him, pursed his lips and smiled, as beautiful as a flower, even better.

"Yuzhuang, how about the first poem with me?" [

The girl's hands were wrapped around the waist of the man in the white shirt, and the two of them admired the vast layers of mist on the falling river. In the still time, the girl politely asked the man in the white shirt for his opinion.

"The right words? Yu Zhuang has not been bookish since he was a child. Your Majesty is not afraid that Yu Zhuang's words are not right?"

There was some doubt in his beautiful eyes. The man in the white shirt raised his head and looked up. Two thin lips, as cold as rain, unexpectedly touched the girl's lowered lips. He took a small sip and quickly withdrew.

, the whole body seemed to have been hit by lightning during a thunderstorm, and it suddenly aroused a shiver full of raw and seductive feeling, throbbing endlessly.

"Haha, you and I are not just literati who travel around the world with swords. Even if our relationship is not refined and neat, so what? As long as I like it and you like it, that's enough."

In the words of the girl, she is generous, knowledgeable, and independent of the world. She is less arrogant and frivolous in the court, less fierce and ruthless in the barracks, less vicious and ruthless on the battlefield, and less cruel in the palace of Prince Huang.

of indifference.

Standing next to the man in the white shirt, looking at the endless turbulent Luoshui River, she only wants to hold the man she loves in her arms in a corner of the world far away from the intrigues of the palace and countless killings on the battlefield, holding a bouquet of the most beautiful things in the world.

The flowers she gave to her favorite man, whom she depended on for the rest of her life, stayed by her side for the rest of her life, were severely forgotten by those swords and swords, the chaos of the dynasty and the country.

"Yuzhuang, the king has said it. Please listen carefully."

As her thoughts flashed, the girl saw the scene in front of her and said in a timely manner: "The color of fireworks, the rainy night, the warmth of the red night tent, the man's thin make-up, his light eyebrows and smile, the light candle faded."

"Um

Hearing what the girl said, the man in white shirt's beautiful eyes blinked in surprise.

His little smoke

How could he be so generous as to comply with her wishes? He would only allow her to accompany him for a day or two.

The man in the white shirt thought for a while and replied quietly: "It's warm in the spring, the wind is a little bit tight, the lone boat is on the path, the green bamboo is fishing, the still water is flowing back, and the little tail is gradually noisy."

"hehe

Since I left the barracks last time, it has been almost two years since I stayed in the barracks to spend time with her jealous son, so I thought it was just a few days of rest to give this little jealous son the time she needed.

The girl nudged the tip of the man in white shirt's nose, and agreed with a loving smile.

"Then the prince still can't get the words right?"
Chapter completed!