Marry a queen

It also takes many days for news from Beiwan to reach Nanman.

When I heard the news of my death again, I was stunned for a long time.Worried that they will grieve too much, however, it seems that their loved ones are strong.At that time, when my death didn't seem to have any effect, when I was relieved, I was very disappointed, and felt that I was dispensable.

Seeing Huangfu Yi again now, and knowing her feelings, he couldn't help but couldn't suppress his excitement.

At least she knew that her time had been separated for so long, and she was still looking for herself.

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Thinking of that indifferent person, who occasionally mischievously made himself half dead with anger, suddenly, he wanted to fly to Beiwan, to see her right away, to hold her in his arms and take care of her tenderly ...

Just can't let go of everything here.

The situation in the DPRK and China is stable, and it cannot be ruled out that some remnants of the party will harbor resentment.

He will not let it regenerate any slight situation and possibility, but will kill it.

Because it breeds and ultimately harms one's own relatives.

Besides, A Luo is not willing to wake up, he can't leave for a day...

The next day.

As soon as Murong Jing woke up, he asked his father to call into the palace, saying that he had something to discuss.

When he came out again, his mood was heavy and tangled, but there was also a trace of unconcealable excitement.

In the final analysis, he still didn't dare to leave Nanman without authorization.

At sunset and dusk, he arrived at the back mountain of the Prince's Mansion.

When he came to the small courtyard, the old man Yao was chopping firewood in front of the door.

"Senior Yao, how is Ah Luo today?" He asked respectfully.

The old man Yao smiled and shook his head, "As usual, he is in the house."

"Yes. I'll go see him."

"Go."

Murong Jing stepped into the room, and then turned to the bedroom on the left.

Immediately, he saw Sima Luo sleeping peacefully on the bed.

The weather outside was fine, and he habitually moved Sima Luo out of the house to watch the sunset. [

The warm sunshine sprinkled on people is like the baptism of nature.

Today Murong Jing didn't move out of the piano, but sat cross-legged next to Sima Luo's reclining chair.

Just stayed there for a long time.

In the western sky, a fiery red and round sunset seems to disappear at any time.