Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 41 She's Flirting and Irresponsible 41
"You, don't talk nonsense!" Ling Yan was annoyed, her face flushed and she glared at him.

The man smiled indifferently, raised the tails of his eyes slightly, looked at his dirty hands with evil intentions, leaned over, and wiped her fair face: "Look, our young lady is like a cat. of."

After finishing speaking, the man put the flowers he brought aside, knowing that he was going to be beaten, stood up with a smile, turned and left.

Ling Yan picked up the handkerchief and wiped her face. Seeing the blackness on the white handkerchief, her eyes turned red with anger, she held up her skirt and stood up, and picked up the bamboo stick next to her: "It's too much."

"You stop!"

Ling Yan chased after her, but there was no one there, she puffed her cheeks angrily, turned around, and saw the peony, who was awkward, but seemed not so angry again.

Pressing the upturned lips, holding back a smile, carefully wiped his face, and hummed twice.

"It's too much, I can't spare you next time."

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"Ayayan, wait for me."

"I will hold the flag of victory and bear the glory, and come back to marry you."

The man rolled over from the blood-sweat horse, wearing the armor and battle robe newly rewarded by the Holy Majesty, with a sword on his side, his eyes were as black as ink, and his face was rigid. When he looked at her, his eyes were always heavy.

Ling Yan was dressed in a white dress, standing at the gate of the city, looking at him, with a soft smile on her face and curved eyebrows.

The man's thin lips curled up, he let out a chuckle, and strode towards her, under the watchful eyes of many ministers and soldiers.

Presumptuously and domineeringly, he hugged the person in his arms.

She pressed her face against the man's chest, feeling the man's powerful heartbeat, her eyelashes fluttered, and her heart felt uneasy.

For just a moment, the man grabbed her shoulders with both hands, his expression was gentle, and the love in his eyes seemed to be drowning.

"do not worry about me."

"I'm not willing to die if I didn't marry you into the door with a big sedan chair."

"I haven't said I want to marry you yet." Ling Yan's white and tender face was wrinkled into a ball, and she muttered dissatisfiedly.

The man smiled lowly and let her go: "Okay, I didn't say anything."

Ayano said nothing.

The man stretched out his hand, and lightly touched her face with his rough fingertips. Afterwards, he turned around and walked quickly, drove the horse, led the soldiers, and left in a mighty way.

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Lingyan ran desperately, and a silk scarf tied around her waist was blown off by the wind and fell on the lawn.

The skirt drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, she bit her lip, and the silver jewelry on her head shook with the movement of running.

Finally arrived at the general's mansion.

Lingyan stopped in her footsteps, and there was a white silk hanging on the gate of the General's Mansion. She swayed, couldn't stand firmly, fell down, stood up staggeringly, and ran in.

On the ancestral hall, a corpse was covered with a white cloth.

Lingyan's beautiful eyes were clouded with mist, and she blinked desperately to hold back her tears.

Holding the hem of the skirt, her footsteps were inexplicably heavy at this moment, she seemed unable to walk, and walked for a long time before walking in.

Ling Yan was trembling all over, and her outstretched hand was also shaking non-stop. When she touched the white cloth, she exhaled a foul breath.

Difficult to uncover.

Ling Yan fell to the ground weakly, and the silver jewelry on her head was a gift from him, and fell to the ground at the right time.

Make a crackling sound.

The man's complexion had turned livid, and on that rigid face were criss-crossed scars, which were deep, and rotten flesh could still be seen.

He was wearing a war robe, torn to pieces by swords, stained red with bright blood, and there was no good place for it.

Lingyan's tears fell one by one, crying so much that she was about to suffocate, she wanted to hold the man's hand, but found that he was still holding a red purse tightly in his hand.

That is,

On his birthday, he saw it from her boudoir and snatched it away.

Ling Yan dragged him into his hand, crying until she couldn't breathe, her eyes were red, her voice was so choked that she was almost speechless.

"I made a mistake. I'll marry you. I said it. What's wrong with you? You broke your promise."

"You are not, unwilling to die."

"Liar..."

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"Aya smoke."

(End of this chapter)