Chapter 41

Han xuyao urged his internal force, and the pink petals began to rotate, and they surrounded each other in layers.

Yan Luoli hooked his neck and saw the petals flying over his face, staying at the tip of his nose for a moment.

She leaned close to his face with her arms, pursed her lips, trying to blow the petals off the tip of her nose.

He bowed his head, took her mouth, Wenrun came, she stopped there.

A blank mind, in front of him, closed his eyes, that slender thick eyelashes slightly shaking, gentle and sexy.

Cherry sweet, as if to give a kind of intoxication, Yan Luoli dazed, slowly closed his eyes.

She didn't think about anything but felt his existence.

His temperature, his breath, his heartbeat

Two people slowly into the cherry blossom forest, landing on the ground, Han xuyao a turn, then holding Yan Luoli lying on the ground covered with petals.

It's as if all things in heaven and earth are needed. There is only one another in heaven and earth.

From then on, he was the only one for her, and she was all for him, holding the hand of his son, growing old with him, and never leaving.

After a strong and domineering kiss, she leaned against his arm and gazed at his face.

His fingers caressed her soft and waxy cheek, as if addicted.

Deep eyes, glaciers all melt, the trickling stream will receive the glory of heaven and earth, just because the person in front of him has entered his own life.

Heaven and earth seem to have turned pink, Yan Luoli was shocked by the beauty in front of her eyes, and finally raised a brilliant smile.

All things in a moment, no color, only her blooming peony, embellished the whole world of Han xuyao spring.

"I seem to have been to this place, but I have no impression."

She frowned and thought, got up with a fragrance.

Han xuyao's eyes, a lonely fleeting, she does not remember it?

Yan Luoli didn't pay attention at all. Immersed in the pink, she squatted down, picked up the petals and threw them into the sky. The petals fluttered in the wind, romantic and beautiful.

She stood there, like the fairy in the flower.

Luo skirt gently swing, she thought about the pace, under the tree rotation, he got up, from the back of the waist out of a green flute.

The clear sound of the flute rings, she turns her head in surprise, smiles, and starts to dance with his flute.

It's like a smart butterfly, sometimes tactful, sometimes melodious. When he turns around, Han xuyao stops playing the flute. Yan Luoli doesn't understand and slows down. He's already in front of him.

Arm bent through her slender waist, will her into the arms, like the eyes of the stars staring at her.

"Li Er..."

He gently called a sentence, want to tell her, he hanxuyao this life, only she one person is enough.

But when the words came to my mouth, I couldn't say them.

Smoke wave general soft Mou son Dun on his face, waiting for him to continue to say.

He hugged her and flew straight up, around the branches, to the trunk of the tallest cherry tree.

As the sun sets, the clouds in the sky slowly turn pink, reflecting the cherry blossom forest.

Sunshine down, to the whole sea of flowers plated with a layer of light gold, is more charming.

Yan Luoli leaned on Han xuyao's shoulder and looked at him quietly. His hands were unconsciously placed in his palm, and his fingers were clasped.

"When I was ten years old, I was seriously ill. I followed my master, ghost doctor yeluo, to study hard. I don't remember anything before."

Han xuyao's heart trembled when she was ten years old. He led the army for six years.

There is only life and death in front of us, almost forgetting the prosperity of the capital.

Every time on the battlefield, the only thing he remembered was the face of Yan Luoli.

He tried his best to kill the enemy, so that he could come back, accompany her to see the sea of flowers, and guard her side forever.

Painfully rubbed her shoulder, no wonder, see her again, she is so strange to himself.

Forget it. It's OK. He'll help her get it back.

They nestled together and watched the red sunset sink into the valley until the last afterglow disappeared.

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"Miss, where have you been today? Why are there so many clay and petals on your clothes?"

Yan Luoli bathes in Lingxi Pavilion. When Lan'er arranges Yan Luoli's clothes, she frowns and turns around, full of doubts.

She was thinking about the things in the sea of flowers. When Lan'er asked, all the pictures were in front of her. She was so red that she took a breath, and the whole person fell into the bucket.

Lan'er is surprised. He turns to see Han xuyao come in. He is even more surprised. As he is about to salute, Han xuyao comes in front of her and signals her not to make a sound. He quickly steps back.

The room was quiet. Yan Luoli's breath was choked in the water for a while, and she had reached the limit.

Think of LAN Er should go out, Hua La stood up from the water.

Gasping for breath, she found that Han xuyao was standing face to face with her.The world suddenly collapsed, she was stunned there, completely forgot to think.

Han xuyao was also stunned, watching the water falling down her hair, a burning heat filled her chest.

Subconsciously back body, only feel the whole body of blood are boiling.

"Ben Wang..."

He didn't know how to say

Yan Luoli recovered and immediately hid in the bucket, holding herself tightly in both hands. She didn't know where to drill her head.

"Miss, I put the clothes on the bed for you!"

Xiaoman's voice came from Yan Luoli's heart. You put it on the bed. How can I take it!

Want to shout out a voice, but Han xuyao stands there, her voice so stiffly stuck in the throat.

Before Yan Luoli's response, Xiaoman walks over and sees Han xuyao standing there with a black face. His whole body trembles and he immediately kneels down.

"See you, my servant!"

Day, there is a good play to see, Xiaoman heart snicker, see hanxuyao waved to her, witty up, back away.

Yan Luoli looked out through the screen and saw that Xiaoman had gone out, and he had the heart to die.

Hey, you don't leave. What should I do if you leave?!

She wants to cry without tears, Han xuyao, you must have done it on purpose, you did it on purpose!

Han xuyao didn't turn his head, but he could imagine that Yan Luoli's face must be wonderful now.

He went to the bed, picked up the clothes, came to her and put them on the stool not far away.

Then he went out silently and sat by the bed, as if waiting for her.

Yan Luoli leans in the bucket, looks out, and thinks, why doesn't he go? Is it hard to be tonight

Heart read a move, she is more ashamed, shrink in that bucket, dawdle is not willing to go out.

They were so stiff. Han xuyao was very upset, but the little girl became an ostrich. She didn't move for a long time. On her expressionless face, her eyebrows wrinkled.

"I want Ben Wang to help you change clothes?"

A cold word sounded outside, like lightning, Yan Luoli was excited.

"More, more bubble for a while, good for skin."

She has been soaking for a long time. The water is beginning to get cold. If she goes down, her whole body should be soaked and swollen.

But outside that person pestles, she really does not have this courage.

Han xuyao didn't speak any more, so he didn't believe that she could stay in this bucket all her life.

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