Three generations of love in Lanxi Town

Chapter 187 The plan is ahead of schedule, starting to make up tomorrow, currently owes 53 chapters

"Huang, son, see" - a voice that is fixed from the outside world
Come in.

Hearing this voice, Wang Chuan's expression returned to normal
The seriousness of outsiders.

Come in, Xun'er.

A tall and strong man with a strong back and a waist to walk around the palace

, bowed to his father.

This is Wang Chuan's only son - Wang Xun.

Wang Xun is not a child of any of Wang Chuan's concubines,

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It was Wang Chuan who was drugged before he ascended the throne, and his eyes and ears were hot.

Once
Delayed species.

Train

Wang Chuan didn't love him,

Even turned the hatred towards drug addicts

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on him.But when I calm down, I know that this choice is wrong
Under the object
In the end, it was Wang Xun who raised him.

"Father, the ministers have a request." Wang Xun said, bowing his head.

He dared not look at his father.

"Is it the crown prince?" Wang Chuan saw Wang Xun like this, no
Even if you think about it, you know what kind of grass you hit.

"Retire, and ask about this matter later, you will no longer
My Ziming, Kong will paint your name. "Wang Chuan with a flat
issue

He said in a terrible tone, ignored Wang Xun, and walked out.
Dashengmen came to his office.

Before the book case, the inkstone was dry, and the brush was cleaned and dried by the official

1.On a piece of rice paper with an eight-inch square, it says
Poetry: Changing paragraphs but not empty lines, the following is different ten the same as above
Who do you want to lose after picking hibiscus?
The way of thinking is far away.

The dream is half awake but the love is broken,
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Wang Chuan pondered for a moment and completed the poem: [-] Ibid.
Should be railings full of cream.

fresh
The ink stains returned before the national case, cleared in two rows

Tears fell from his eyes.Tears dripped on the ink blot, making the
Zhang Shang seems to have bloomed plum blossoms one by one, and it can even reach
Light fragrance.

This is not the Emperor's Tears, but
Tears shed by the king...

理两
一
Mengban could bear to listen to Wutong's fall, crying at night with tears and wet green shirt.self pick

If you want to return, you will get tired of watching the wind.The sound of the water is exhausted, and the setting sun may shine, but weep alone. (no room

Looking back, the wind is bleak today, and I am still lonely in the autumn scenery.Orioles vomit dumb and swallows are clear, long drunk dream 800
In hand.Mountain-colored eyebrows, the ball team, I still look forward to seeing you laugh,

(End of this chapter)