The rainy days in March and April are gray and lingering. There are some tides inside and outside. The light and shadow are dim. There are no closed windows in the Chaoyang room. The rain comes in like a hazy layer of yarn.

The rain hit the windowsill, tick by tick.

The person on the bed, frightened by the dream, frowning, hasn't woke up yet. In the dream, there is an unparalleled elegant young man. He stands at the bridgehead, white clothes are floating, which is pure and handsome,

"it was you who just knocked me off the horse?"

"Whose son are you?"

The daughter pretends to be a male voice: "Yongan Houfu, the third son of Qin."

He beat her hair down, and lazily carried the sword on his shoulder: "next day, the seven sons of my family, Prince Li, Rong Li, dare to ask her name."

At the royal banquet and beside the rockery, he still dressed in white and reached out to brush the flowers on the sword.

"This sword has been sent to you." your father said, "to be your husband, you must be beaten."

"Urnaja. What do you think of Ben Wang, Ying Chen? "

Mid autumn full moon, sweet scented osmanthus, the wind blowing flowers all over the sky, he was under the tree, looking at the women's heroic eyes.

"Yingshen, you please me."

"I'm sorry you please me?"

He took her hand: "August 28, Liqin palace draft, I'll wait for you."

"You come, I choose you as my concubine. If you don't come, I'll run to you."

"Ying Chen, I will be the emperor. I will tear down the three palaces and six courtyards. On August 28, will you come? I want to marry you. I want to marry you. "

People under the tree smile and smile: "OK, I'll be your wife."

On August 28, the border area reported that all the loyal soldiers died in battle in Dingxi general's mansion. She took off her beautiful girl's Ru skirt, put on her military uniform and ordered her soldiers under the gate.

He drove his horse out of the city and asked her with red eyes in front of the gate.

"Ah he."

"Don't go, will you?"

"I'll go for you. I'll guard the northwest."

"I just want you, as long as you can't?"

"Don't die in battle. In any case, keep my life for me. When you come back, I will marry you."

There were many wolves in the northwest, and the news of defeat came to the capital. At that time, he was the ninth of the country, fell from the Dragon chair, and his eyes were red.

"I will fight in person, disobey persuasion and kill."

Under the city, blood stained mountains and rivers.

He stood on the city and looked at her under the city by the light of the beacon tower. His pupils were scarlet: "Wan Guang, you should dare to move her hair."

"I, kill you all over the door!"

He drew his sword and pointed directly at the Marquis of Yong'an: "my beloved woman, why should she sacrifice? She is my queen. Whose life is worth letting her change."

"Open the gate to me!"

"Open the gate!"

Almost at the same time, the woman's bloody hand was holding the handle of wanguang knife, sending the sharp blade into her throat.

"Ah he!"

"Go away, my ah he she is below, she is waiting for me!"

He was crying, on the high wall, in front of all his subjects, and his eyes were red with tears.

"Ah he, wait for me, I will come..."

In front of the Golden Dragon hall, the wine pot fell all over the ground. He was holding the sword she sent, talking to himself, and he was curling up and shouting ah he.

"The third of Qin Dynasty, in my whole life, I will not be responsible for the rivers and mountains, the state and the thousands of subjects of the great Chu."

"I only took her, I took ahe."

The sword fell and overturned the wine.

He closed his eyes, tears slipped off the pillow towel: "I'm going to go, I'm going to accompany her, and I can't let her wait any more..."

"Ah he."

"Ah he......"

The person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the dream. She was stunned for a long time and touched her face, all tears.

What's wrong with this? Why are you crying again?

Xiao Jinghe wiped his eyes, put on a coat and got off the bed. He pushed the door open, and the dishes in the kitchen were fragrant.

"Did I wake you?"

He Liangqing looks out of the kitchen, his eyes and eyebrows are gentle, and his voice is like the rain outside the window, soft and thin.

Xiao Jinghe shook his head, poured out a cup of cold water, and took a sip of it: "awakened by the dream."

Her hair, which had just passed her shoulder, was cut short again in the morning. She had three courtyards and five eyes. Her star eyes were painted, her eyes were red phoenix eyes, and her eyes were cocked up. She was very beautiful and had seven points of heroism. Maybe because of her profession, her temperament was more stable than that of her peers.

He Liangqing always said that she was too heroic and easy to overlook the delicacy of her appearance.

"Did you dream about that movie again?"

"Well."

He Liangqing came out of the kitchen and frowned: "I knew I would not pull you to see."

At the end of May last year, "Empress Dowager" was released, and they went to the cinema together. Since then, Xiao Jinghe has always dreamt about the scenes in the movie, which has been repeated for a long time.

She said, probably because her name is ah he.She turned to the subject: "what did you do?"

He Liangqing smiled: "your favorite winter melon ribs."

He Liangqing is a girl from a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. She has a good disposition and good cooking skills. She and Xiao Jinghe are college students. After their parents divorced, they became their own families. She was redundant. After graduation, she stayed in the capital and shared the rent with Xiao Jinghe.

Xiao Jinghe is a native of the imperial capital. He Liangqing and Xiao Jinghe are almost the same. Having a family is equal to not having one.

The phone rang. Her father called. Xiao Jinghe frowned and answered.

On the phone, Xiao Changshan said in a bad tone: "next month, your grandma's birthday, you come back."

It's not a negotiation, it's an order.

Xiao Changshan is a despotic person and doesn't like others to disobey him.

Her daughter, who he never liked, said, "look again."

Sure enough, there was anger.

"What is your attitude?"

She tried to be patient: "I'm busy. I have a task to do."

When Xiao Changshan heard this, he was even more displeased and sneered: "what's a busy firefighter?"

she couldn't hear it, and interrupted: "Mr. Xiao," her voice was already cold, "I'm going to hang up if there's nothing else."

Finish saying, don't wait for Xiao Changshan to say what, she directly hung up the phone, knead temple, head ache a bit.

He Liangqing brought out the pork chop soup: "your father?"

"Well."

She went to the kitchen to get a bowl: "he seems to contact you often recently."

Xiao Jinghe thought about it, and it was: "maybe my stepmother blew some pillow."

That Mrs. Xiao is really a powerful person. She can write a textbook Level struggle history from the junior to the main room, from the woman sitting on the stage to the president's wife of Xiao's real estate.

"In the afternoon, there is a sign off for empress dowager," he Liangqing asked her, "do you want to go?"

She took a sip of soup and hesitated for a long time.

"Go."

Because I met monks in the bamboo yard, I had a half day's leisure.

The name of the private house comes from these two poems. Lu Qidong, a big old man, is very fond of vulgarity and makes the private house look like it.

Among the four superior elegant rooms of Meilan, Zhuju, the left is the most important one. The Meiyuan on the left is never hospitable for his group of kids.

When it comes to eating, drinking and playing, Lu Qidong, the whole imperial capital, dares to be the second, and the first, of course, is the little son of the Huo family.

Huo Changxun has a long leg. He has no bone like nest in the sofa of Yajian. He poured himself a glass of foreign wine. His good appearance is a little more handsome than that of a woman in Jiangnan. However, he has a hook in the corner of his eye and added a lot of romantic and evil shops: "at three o'clock in the afternoon, the youngest member of the Lin family has set up the Bureau. Do you want to go?"

Rong Li hung up the Secretary's phone: "I'm going to sign for the sale."

"What are you doing?" Huo Changxun laughed at him. "Didn't you let Dongzi show up for you? What else can I do for you? "

This Dongzi, Lu Qidong, was sent by Rong Li to make a public appearance for him at the signing meeting. Lu Qidong, one of his brothers, Huo family and Rong Li, the youngest of Rong family, grew up in a pair of underpants and grew up in a military compound.

Rong Li doesn't speak. He's looking at his cell phone.

Huo Changxun put down his glass and kicked the opposite table with his tiptoe: "you go to find someone?"

"Well," he said in a low voice

Sure enough, I still don't give up.

When the film was finished, the whole book came out. The wind of Empress Dowager was blown abroad by him. The two elders of Rong family thought that Rong young master would abandon business and follow the culture.

Huo Changxun knew that he was a big dream and was crazy.

"Rong Li, it's just bad. It's been so many years." Huo often tries to persuade people in a joking way.

Rong Li raised his eyes: "don't worry."

Junyi's leather bag looks like some immortal people coming out of the painting, with cold and light eyebrows.

Some guys, that's true!

Huo Changxun has no good spirit: "who cares? I'm free."

At this time, the door was opened, the woman in the red cheongsam came in, carrying the white porcelain wine, graceful and graceful step by step living lotus: "less tolerance."

This voice alone is worth millions.

It's the number one card to steal the house. She's called Hongnong. Her real name is unknown. She's full of amorous feelings and plays a good song. How many CHILDES can't get a look from her. It's just that the beauty is only interested in the childe. As soon as she comes, Hongnong, the iceberg beauty, will show her face.

However, the falling flowers are intentional and merciless.

Rong Li gets up and takes the smoke out.

Hongnong looks back, his eyes follow him, his eyes are full.

Huo Chang felt his chin and smiled: "he has women. Don't provoke him."

Although I don't know where the people are, when they were young adults, which one wasn't yanjianhuanfei, they said he had a family.

A ghost! I don't see anyone now.

Huo Changxun thought it was funny. He only believed in men's love and women's love. He didn't believe in spoony men and women's complaints. He raised his chin and asked Hongnong, "the zither player outside has never been seen before."The door opened a corner, just can see the girl playing zither outside Meiyuan, a white dress, hiding behind the screen.

As soon as Huo Changxun Fu came in, he saw the white skirt. It was so white and clean that he wanted to make her dirty. The destruction in his bones was so small.

Hongnong replied, "she's new."

Huo often looks for wine and looks out of the house. He is lazy and loose: "let her have a rest and come to accompany me for a drink."

Hongnong hesitated and politely refused: "it's better to change the person if you want to find less. Lingran will be drunk if you drink with others."

No company.

Huo Chang looked up his eyes, with a smile in his eyes: "do I have to ask her to accompany me?"

Huo family's childe wants to play with any woman, who refuses, about three or four minutes, the girl in the white dress is taken into the elegant room.

The girl was very prim, with her head down, her hair not permed or dyed, very black and straight, and cleverly draped on her shoulders.

"Sit down." Huo often looks for a nest lazily.

The girl sat down and took the furthest position.

Huo Chang poured out a glass of wine and pushed it.

She still did not look up, the voice is thin: "I do not drink."

It's a good voice.

"Look up." Huo Changxun seldom has the patience to tease.

The girl hesitated for a long time before she looked up.

I still have pity on you. You are so charming. In one pair of eyes, there are thousands of trees and flowers. They are soft and weak, but they are stubborn.

Oh.

As expected, she was the girl who cried very well on the platform. When he saw the ghost, he remembered it. Obviously, the girl did not remember it.

Huo Chang looks for a smile, but his happiness and anger are not clear: "what's the name?"

She seemed unhappy, and her brow tightened even tighter: "Ji lingran."

He looks like a lady of a family and has the same name. He plays the zither in the wind and moon field, which is a bit strange. He asks again, "how old is it?"

"Twenty two."

It's so tender.

Huo Chang looked at the wine on the table: "drink this glass of wine and go out." He has a smile in his eyes and is cynical. "It's ok if you don't drink. Play me a tune until I'm satisfied."

She pursed her lips, visibly unhappy.

He is more joyful. The girl who cries well should not cry? However, the girl was stubborn. After sitting for a while, she went out and brought in the zither and began playing without saying a word.

It's not good.

He still likes a more clever woman. The mobile phone on the table vibrated a few times. He picked it up and gave a lazy feed. His eyes passed the hands of the zither unconsciously.

On the phone, the woman's voice was tender and coquettish: "look for less, why can't you come here?"

"No time," he said perfunctorily

The woman asked carefully, with flattery: "busy?"

"Well." He looked at the girl on the opposite side, scraped his lips with his fingers, and raised, "busy playing with women."

“....”

That's where I hang up.

Huo Chang's companion didn't dare to be spoiled, because he never spoiled women except for buying bags and swiping cards.

At 3 p.m., the original author of Empress Dowager held a sales tour on the second floor of Tianguang shopping mall. The book powder came from the second floor of the shopping mall, and was directly arranged in the hall on the first floor.

Xiao Jinghe put the book down and waited for a long hand to sign. She said, "thank you."

"No thanks," he said

The author of Empress Dowager is different from her imagination. She can't help asking, "is there a prototype of Empress Dowager?"

On the seat, the "original author" signed the two characters of "Rong Li" and looked up: "of course not." He smiled brightly. "It's all my imagination and style of writing that I can't compare with."

He Liangqing chuckled. The author himself seemed not very modest.

Xiao Jinghe takes the book, nods and leaves.

"Go back?" She asked he Liangqing.

He Liangqing thought, "I want to change the tableware."

The kitchen supplies are on the sixth floor. They go to the elevator entrance together.

At this time, the "original author" on the seat got up, apologized to the fans in line, left the seat temporarily, walked to the aisle, and shouted: "Rong Li."

The Lord is coming.

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