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A solemn palace with a luxurious palace, the black plaque on the door is the three gilded characters on the book "Peace King", the font pen goes to the dragon snake, and the iron strokes the silver hook.

"The master, did not find the girl," screamed on the ground.

Feng Yi Xuan stood in front of the desk and made a painting seriously and devoutly. There were gentleness in those eyes. I wondered if I was wrong. How could the master have a gentle time?

"Not found?" Feng Yi Xuan's good-looking brows picked up slightly, and the girl alone would be in danger in the mountains.

Feng Yi Xuan carefully laid a well-painted picture on the desk and said to the dark one on the ground. "Look, tell, go and see if there is such a girl in the future, and find it immediately!"

As soon as she went to the desk, she saw the **** the eye-catching painting. Although the **** the painting was covered with veil, she was agile, and she was a beautiful woman. She lived in the empty valley.

"Yes!" The dark one knows that the girl in the painting is the one who has poisoned the master. But even if the master's style is saved, it will not be remembered. Does the master see the little girl? No, it’s impossible. There’s never been a woman within three feet of the master, let alone a child. It’s not normal for me to feel that I’m getting the attitude of the master.

Feng Yi Xuan stood in front of the painting and stared at the girl in the painting. If he didn't really solve the poison, he thought it was just a dream. In the dream, he encountered an elf that made him feel a little distressed.

He was annoyed with this uncontrollable feeling. He always felt that he was different. After he came back, he had not used the medicine to cover his eyes. He remembered the girl’s words and he no longer feared others. Monster-like eyes, because he knows that there is a girl in this world is different.

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The night in the frontiers, full of eyes, can not see the yellow sand, there is nowhere to go, there is not even a little green vitality, and some are only the troops stationed here.

A man in his thirties is standing in the long yellow sand in a black robes, looking in the direction of the capital, with guilt and thoughts in his eyes.

"Father, it’s late at night, why don’t you have a rest?” A fifteen-year-old man wearing armor walked to the middle-aged man. “Is the father worried about the situation? The emperor has already decreed that Pluto will save the situation. With the talent of Pluto, you will be able to turn defeat into victory."

"Ink string, the father is thinking about it." Lan Jianjun is full of thoughts.

Hearing his father talking about his sister, the blue ink string did not make a sound. He was respectful to this father, but the only dissatisfaction with this father was that he did not care about his sister. This is the only gap between the father and the son.

"I just dreamed of your mother, she blamed me why I didn't love to read, and let your mother be disappointed." Lan Jianjun sighed.

"Is my sister still okay? Why did the father send his sister to Zhuangzi?" asked the blue ink string frowning.

"For the father is not in the government, it is difficult to protect some people will not read well. These years, although the father is not close to me, but she is the child of me and Xiao Ran, how can I not love? But for the father can not let Xiaoran When I die, I think of Xiao Ran when I see my thoughts, so I will alienate my thoughts." Lan Jianjun recalled that those years of mind saw that he always looked at himself with his eyes, but he turned a blind eye and he was not unloving. When the daughter was asleep at night, she used to quietly go to see the well-behaved daughter, but she liked the child in her heart and resented the child. But now, she knows that she is wrong, she owes her daughter, herself. The heart is guilty.

"Now, it will be much safer in Zhuangzi. The housekeeper said that the words were very obedient, and I owe it to me." Lan Jianjun’s eyes were a little moist. After just dreaming, he knew that he was wrong. That is I am looking forward to the long-awaited child, what I have done for so many years.

Blue ink string wants to comfort his father but twists and turns that his father really treats his sister, and thinks of the poor little sister. The blue ink string feels that his father has done a lot wrong. I don’t know if I will return to Beijing to make up my mind. Will my sister make my sister happy? After all, my sister is so eager for fatherly love.

Where did Lan Jianjun know that the daughter he wanted to make up had already died, and he was deeply unwilling to die.