White plum is easy to break

"Well, playing the piano?"? Why do you suddenly want to learn this? "Master is not saying that the daughter's family should have the appearance of the daughter's family, so that it can also cultivate one's moral character." As Hua Yao spoke, Murong Qingyu hesitated: "Tomorrow, after breakfast." "Now, now." Hua Yao is not willing: "You have nothing to do in the evening anyway." "Even if I teach you Guqin now, we'll go and buy it tomorrow and play it again." "Then teach me to read the score tonight." Hua Yao still has to struggle. Murong Qingyu stood in place, as if to see through her mind: "Hua Yao." …… I ……” "Forget it, don't say it, I won't learn it." Before Murong Qingyu could finish, Hua Yao ran away. I know, but I still don't want to say it out of his mouth. Hua Yao sighed and went back to her room. She was also a forthright swordswoman, but when she met these love things, she became indecisive. She only dared to love, but did not dare to hate. Murong Qingyu looked at Hua Yao's back and could not bear it, so dragging is not the way, if there is a chance to find an empty, or let Hua Yao leave. Knocking on the door of Yi Baimei, Murong Qingyu's soup was still steaming. Yi Baimei blocked the door: "I'm going to sleep." "Eat before you go to sleep. You haven't eaten all day." "I'm not hungry." As he spoke, his stomach growled. Murong Qingyu smiled and squeezed into the door. Yi Baimei had to close the door,decorative palm trees, but she was not in a hurry to eat. Why don't you eat? Yi Baimei pointed to her face. "I feel uncomfortable rubbing these things." It turned out that she had not yet removed the powder of transfiguration. Wipe it off and eat it? "Yes." Murong Qingyu dipped his face towel in water and sat opposite her to wipe it gently: "You really look like a child. Anyway, I know what you look like." "I didn't wipe it off for you, I didn't feel well!" Guilty defense, Yi Baimei also secretly thought: "I just don't like you to see that I am ugly." Gentle towel stroked the cheek, bright face revealed, last night's feelings also gradually emerged. Not daring to look at Murong Qingyu's eyes, Yi Baimei lowered her head and looked at her knees. Does your knee still hurt? "Huh?"? It doesn't hurt. "Have you taken the medicine?" No, I'll do it myself! I'll do it myself! Yi Baimei just finished and felt that he was trying to cover up,fake ficus tree, he did not say to give himself medicine. "You go out, I want to eat." Murong Qingyu stood up, hung the towel on the shelf, and went out. Yi Baimei looked at the door closed and clenched her teeth. I've never seen you so obedient. Hate to feed the soup into his mouth, Yi Baimei still can't help but hate Murong Qingyu: "Last night I took advantage of myself, now I just brought such a bowl of things, at least I should hug myself before I go." There seemed to be two little people in my mind, and one little person said, "What the hell, he's crazy and uncertain.". A little man said, just rush to his room and scold him for not understanding the amorous feelings. The brain turns and turns, the door opens again, Murong Qingyu is holding a medicine tray: "These medicines are used to smear the wound." Yi Baimei wiped her mouth and pretended to be disdainful. "You can put it there. I'll wipe it when I'm free." Murong Qingyu put it down, but picked her up and said, outdoor ficus tree ,outdoor ficus tree, "Let me do it for you." With the yellow light and the bright red curtain, Yi Baimei leaned on the bed, her skirt was lifted, her legs were in the man's hands, and she was in an awkward position. Yi Baimei wriggled. "I'm here myself." As if not heard, Murong Qingyu applied the ointment with his fingers, gently rubbing the skin, cool feeling, but also with a little sticky, Yi Baimei called in a low voice, saw Murong Qingyu turn his head, hurriedly lowered his line of sight. It's all right. I like to hear it. Murong Qingyu said, "I like your voice." "Who told you to listen?" Yi Baimei retorted, but the voice was as gentle as water. Putting down her skirt, Murong Qingyu stood up and said, "Well, you can have a good sleep." Then she bent down and kissed Yi Baimei's forehead. Her movements were gentle and full of love. Yi Baiming was stunned for a moment and grabbed his sleeve: "Let's sleep together. ” Chapter 51 Sleep together, lie in your arms, lie in your arms, like I ever expected. When you wake up, you can kiss your lips, and when you fall asleep, you can hold your hand. I will hang out with you day and night until I die. Yi Baimei had a dream, which was dark, full of empty moisture and cold. She stood barefoot in the same place, and although the empty hall was quiet, it was restless, as if there were a lot of things moving in her heart. She felt afraid, just like the five years of loneliness in the palace, she guarded the gate of Yonghe Hall, looking into the distance, only the rosy clouds on the horizon accompanied her. Want to grasp something, hard pinch in the palm, in front of a figure, is Tsing Yi black hair, Murong Qingyu most often wear clothes color, Yi Baimei ran over there, looking at the near, reach out to touch the skirt, the man stopped, slowly turned around. The same jade face, but the face was terribly pale, the lips were as bloodless as paper, the long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and the eyes were painful. This man is not Murong Qingyu,faux ficus tree, but Yi Baimei's young husband, the Jingyuan Emperor Kang Bingtang, who has been buried underground and turned into a dense white bone. hacartificialtree.com