Chapter 321： Killing God can stop children crying

"Can it be the third son of Meng Gong ?!"

Anyang froze slightly and looked at An Rushuang, but wondered: "How do you know? What news did you hear?"

With that said, she was almost desperate in her heart. If this news had been transmitted to Yushifu, it would have become a nail-biting issue and could not be changed!

Thinking of that person's evaluation, her heart trembled slightly ...

An Rushuang laughed bitterly: "Don't you think about it, what news can I hear in this house? However, you are so described that you can only think of one person, then Meng Gong

Is n’t the three sons called God of Killing? How come you are a butcher and a lunatic? "

With a long sigh, Anyang finally let go of her heart, glaring at An Rushuang, "You never go out every day, what do you know? When you return, the **** smell of Meng Li just disappeared.

You don't know how terrible he is! "

Anyang thought of the blood-stained lance and the cold copper surface, and couldn't help shaking.

"It is said that he paid a visit to the emperor at the time, but refused to remove the spear in his hand, and what he said in the mouth was that it was too cheap to destroy the tribe, and he would wipe out all this brutality ..."

Anyang's heart and liver trembled a little. This kind of killing god, whoever loves to marry who marries, would rather die than marry this kind of person!

"But you don't know. Before he left Shengdu, an official had sent him a silver beauty, but he was thrown directly in front of the emperor by his clothes.

He couldn't flinch until he left the city! "

An Rushuang was so dumbfounded that he had never thought of Meng Li and had such a brilliant record.

"Isn't this good? Think about it, he doesn't love silver money beauties. There are no beauties in the house. If you marry it, you won't have to worry about it?"

Seeing her earnestly praising the third son of Meng Gong, Anyang couldn't beat her up, she said bluntly: "Are you a girl who can't please me specifically? I said he was bad,

You want to say that he is good, if you think he is good, then you marry yourself! "

Anyang put on an angry look.

An Rushuang hurriedly begged for mercy: "Good sister, it was me that was wrong, but this person is the general of our country, and it is not as bad as you said."

"Yes, it is handsome under his mask, so what?"

Anyang sighed: "A man who doesn't love beauty or money, it must be iron-hearted, and he doesn't know how much blood has been stained in his hands ... Frost, in my heart

disturbed……"

With that said, Anyang reached out and tightened An Rushuang's hands.

An Rushuang only felt a cold spread from her fingers, and she frowned, soothing: "How are the fingers so cold? Listen to me, let's go to the room and say, there are so many people in this place.

, Also afraid of leaking. "

Anyang looked at the boxy house, and thought of the main hall in the palace. There were high walls everywhere, she couldn't see the sky, as if she was imprisoned, she couldn't escape.

.

"Let's go, if you don't want to be too stuffy, I'll let them lift the stove to the door of the house. We can't see it, warm a pot of wine and say slowly."

Anyang gave a deep sigh, and when she saw the maidservant coming and going back and forth, she knew that this was not as strict as in the imperial palace, and she had to bow slightly.

The two walked back and forth, An Rushuang looked at her slender back, but it seemed that the copper face appeared again.

Speaking of them, these two really look like Lang Cais.

But thinking of it this way, there was a slight pain in her heart, as if a hand slowly grabbed her heart, gradually and gradually tightened.

When the two were seated, Xianjiu was ready.

Anyang grabbed the wine glass first, looked up, and drank the liquor here.

Praising again: "What a great wine!"

An Rushuang smiled at her: "The Lord of Anyang, this wine is used for tasting. Isn't it a cow drink like this, what can you drink?"

Anyang drank another cup, and smiled slightly red: "It's the taste? It's the sorrow, but the ancients, why can't you worry, only Du Kang! Don't deceive me!"

"How to resolve your concerns?"

An Rushuang also picked up a cup and sipped lightly: "Drink this wine and you will wake up tomorrow without any trouble? Then, aren't all drunks in this world?"

Anyang smiled bitterly, knocked his finger on the table twice, then lowered the wine glass, and sighed: "Tomorrow, tomorrow, so much trouble, I just want to be drunk today, don't want to

Worry tomorrow. "

"So what's the use of being drunk today?"

An Rushuang tilted his head and looked at her.

Anyang reached out and poked An Rushuang's forehead, and said indignantly: "You are really boring, huh! Everything is so calm and rational, I doubt whether you are a **** one.

Meat people! "

It is natural to have blood and flesh, but the blood is not hot, and the flesh rots early.

She now envied Anyang. She had at least one chance to try it, and her chance was gone when she was born again.

"Blood has dried up and my heart is gone."

An Rushuang chuckled and smiled, "Today you are drinking with you, not a person, but a wandering ghost."

The smile on Anyang's face slowly converged. She looked at An Rushuang stupidly, and for a long while, reached out and touched her fingertips to her cheek.

"Shuanger, you must laugh, you laugh more ugly than cry."

She sighed heavily and said, "You're right, I'm drunk today, and tomorrow I'm drunk. It's useless. You've always had a lot of ideas. Give me an idea!"

It was normal to hear that she was going to marry Yandi, but it was unacceptable for a while, but An Rushuang could not imagine that she was so resistant to Meng Li.

"Let me ask you, if all you hear is just derivative rumors? After learning that the third son of Mengong is a good man, will you regret your decision now?"

An Rushuang looked at Anyang seriously.

Anyang drank another glass of wine and sneered in his mouth: "I do n’t marry, I do n’t marry, and I have no regrets, because the third son of Meng Gong is a man from heaven, and I will not marry!"

Her words were sloppy, and she swears before she drops her glass.

An Rushuang looked at her like this, with a little doubt in her heart, wondering: "Are you already a happy person in your heart?"

Anyang froze obviously, then turned her head tightly, murmuring: "What are you talking about ..."

A guilty conscience, but he did not admit it.

An Rushuang had a bit of speculation in her heart and chuckled: "Let me guess which son is this, so easy, that will make our county's heart feel like a ghost?"

Anyang's face tightened, and she repeatedly said, "You don't have to talk nonsense ..."

"I heard that the lord of the county has been very close to the Prime Minister's House recently. Could it be ..."