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Scarlet enchanting, who is passionate

Time: 2015-05-10 Source: Original Editor: Xiaozhi Reading: Times

Scarlet enchanting, who is passionate

"Graceful, sorry, but today you have to die, because you know too much," said the man relentlessly.

She couldn't help laughing at herself, that man, the man she had been infatuated with for more than 20 years!

He is still him, and she thought silly that she was special in his heart, but she did not expect that she was obsessed with him, but she forgot about it, and she was a person without feelings. He would never let him have anything A little care.

The fall of the year is a downcast prince of Qi Kingdom, and there are many emperors of Qi Kingdom, so he will not care too much about him.

And she is Qi Wan, the best daughter of Qi Guo's right-hand partner, a prominent family, her father loyal to the prince, and her mother and queen are the same sisters of the same father and mother.

On the day of the emperor's birthday feast, he was allowed to attend. At first sight, she loved him, and he never married.

He promised her: He will take her as his wife when he ascends the throne.

So, she wholeheartedly assisted him, but never expected that when he ascended the throne, her family would be destroyed.

A sharp sword passed through her chest, and the chill was so cold in her heart that tears fell down.

She said, "In the old age, my biggest mistake in this life was to fall in love with you and ruin my family. At this time, it was a break. I just asked you, did you, have you been to me? Is it a little bit? "

"You answer me?"

The only answer to her was endless silence.

The breath became weaker and weaker, until there was no trace ...

"Huang, Wan Yue, she is already dead. What should I do next?" Hua Rouqiang held back the pain and asked.

He ignored it, and said to himself: "Wan Yue, you have already lived in my heart, maybe, you will die without suffering ... Come on, bury Zhou Wan Yue in Zhou Fu, by The former Zhoufu housekeeper couple took care of it. "

"Yes, my subordinates do."

People who practice martial arts have a long life, but they ca n’t survive the time.

Fifty years later, the emperor Luodi passed away ... Before he died, he kept saying the name "wanyu".

Everyone knows that there is a place in the capital, and no one can go because no one returns, and it is called "the fierce house in the capital." No one knows the origin of the fierce house.

More than a thousand years have passed, but it remains a mystery.

At night, in the fierce house, a woman in a light white veil stood in front of a window.

Silent, the stunning beauty of that suffocating country is surprising.

Once Zhou Wanyue, now Shengyi.

The emperor in charge of Manjushahua, even the Pluto courtesy of three points.

Once, the monstrous resentment was recognized by Manzhu Shahua, and the free and easy seeing of the red dust made the empress her close friend.

"Master, you've found the little master. Look, what do you do next?" An old, infinitely chilling voice sounded.

The former housekeeper couple, Lin Fu, and his wife, the dental mother, have become her subordinates.

"Take me to him." The temperatureless voice suddenly gave a hint of tenderness.

On the street, a little beggar was beaten badly for hunger and stealing others' buns.

The little beggar was about five or six years old, all dirty, only those eyes were extremely clear.

Suddenly, a woman with a white veil appeared, and the coldness made everyone feel cold.

But with a little anxiety between his eyes, he looked at the little beggar, regardless of the dirt on the little beggar, hugged and left.

Before leaving, a piece of silver was thrown to the ground ...

Shengyi brought the little beggar into the house with a wave of his hand. The little beggar, no, it should be a little boy. He became very clean immediately, and the pink-carved jade cheeks were extremely cute.

Shengyi looked at him, tears slipped, but the tears were red.

How many years? She never cried again.

Holding him tightly, he kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my sister is sorry for you."

This little boy is the reincarnation of her only brother.

He was only ten years old when he died. She was sorry for her. She never thought about her loved ones, and finally died because of her.

So, for so many years, she has been looking for their reincarnation.

However, she could only look into Tianji. He had only found it after years of searching.

Her only brother, Zhou Yewei.

He asked, "Are you my sister? Don't cry, I never blame you! Now, you are my only loved one, can you leave me alone?"

"Well, I promise you, I will never leave you alone."

"I tell you, my name is Shengyi, and your name is Shengxi. I am six years old this year. I am your only sister. I will protect you in the future. You don't have to be afraid of anything. You will be the little master in the future, you know?"

Talking about plugging a long-lived meatball made from Manjushahua into his mouth.

"Come, come to dinner" "Yes"

Because of his coming, servants increased.

She commanded to continue, holy--her brother, the emperor's brother, the Lord, respect and honor him.

Sheng Xi grew up slowly, and she, besides playing with him, often stood and stared in front of Manjushahua.

Murmuring to himself: "It's been two thousand years. It's the age. Are you okay now? I know that you love me, but you love yourself more. Our love is destined to have no results. I saw it at first sight You knew when you were there, that imperfect love. "

"Manzhushahua represents my endless infatuation and thoughts for you. We, forever and ever, are destined to meet each other."

He, just like a puppet, got her trapped and couldn't help it.

The forgetful river separated him from her, and they looked at each other like that, but the pain was satisfied.

She meditated to her heart: God, thank you, and I can see him from time to time.

She did not expect that he would refuse to give birth, just to wait for her, so grievances, let them drift away with the wind!

I can't see the end of the road,

But I will remember to smile,

Promise me,

Fearless,

Go forward.

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