Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Chen Shi'an was slumped in a chair, his lips were gray, his lips were shaking, and he whispered for a long time: "So ... so you already had the heart to kill ... to kill your mother?"

"Huh, Chen Shi'an, did you know about the temperament of this palace today? No one can hold my things, and dare to have delusional delusions, then all should be damned," Lu Zhiyi walked slowly to Chen Shi'an's presence, standing high Looking at Chen Shi'an's handsome and pale face, the gorgeous and cold armor gently stroked Chen Shi'an's face, "Chen Shian, you are more blessed than your son, do you mean?"

Chen Shi'an felt the cold gold armor, and gently turned it on his face, from his forehead to his nose, and his lips across his nose, and finally stopped on his throat, his body immediately rose up. With a thick layer of goosebumps, he felt like he was wrapped in fear all over him.

"Pub ... princess, what do you mean ..." Chen Shi'an stammered authentically.

"You can figure it out yourself." Lu Zhiyun slowly put his hands up, staring at the shivering man on the chair disdainfully, then turned away.

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Guangxi.

A courtyard in the outskirts of Nanning. The courtyard is not big but expensive and quiet, full of furniture, and the surrounding environment. This is Zhou Chi prepared for Fang Zhenli's mother and son early in the morning.

When Zheng Zuoyang returned from the governor of Guangxi, the girl-in-law in the other hospital was so busy to welcome him, anxiously: "Mr. Zheng, Miss Fang did not eat today."

Zheng Zuoyang frowned: "Still not willing to eat?"

Since yesterday, he settled Fang Zhenli's mother and son here, Fang Zhenli has never eaten.

The little girl kept busy nodding her head and smashing the garlic: "Don't say it's dinner. The lady Fang refused to even drool. If you go on like this, what happened? Mr. Zheng, would you like to persuade me?"

Zheng Zuoyang nodded: "Let the kitchen do some congee and congee. I will send it to Miss Fang in person."

"I keep it all the way, I'll take it for you," the little girl was so busy going to the kitchen, turned her face and brought out the tray, two refreshing side dishes, and a bowl of rice millet porridge, handed it to Zheng Zuoyang, He whispered, "Mr. Zheng, you must persuade Miss Fang, she is so pitiful."

Zheng Zuoyang didn't answer and took the tray into the backyard.

"Miss Fang," Zheng Zuoyang knocked on the door several times, and there was no response. He had to open the door gently. "Miss Fang, I came in."

As soon as Zheng Zuoyang entered the door, he felt that a faction in the room was cold and oppressive. It was still bright and sunny outside, and warm as spring. When he entered the door, he could not help but fight a cold war.

Zheng Zuoyang put the tray on the table, walked over and opened the windows one by one, so that the sunlight outside came in.

"Don't ... don't open the window."

Zheng Zuoyang followed the voice, and saw that Fang Zhenli was sitting at the corner with her knees folded. Zheng Zuoyang was too busy to walk over, leaning down, and whispering, "Miss Fang, the ground is cold, but you ca n’t sit all the time. It's not good, you get up soon. "

Fang Zhenli nodded, but did not move, still burying her head in her knees. The paper man who had been thin enough to have only a bone left was even thinner when she was nesting. Zheng Zuoyang watched her with yellow and loose Opened hair, pursed his lips.

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