Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Good," Xie Lun stroked the man's stiff chest, and put his face up, whispering, "Zhao Jingting, I can understand your heart."

"What did Allen hear then?" Zhao Jingting rubbed his hair, his voice softly out of place.

"Yes," Shelen said softly, one word at a time, against his chest. "It was saying, you miss me especially, and it said, you put me here."

The next second, Zhao Jingting held Xie Lun's face and kissed.

The tender kiss is not mixed with any lust, only the miss, only the warmth, both of them are warm and warm.

"Allen, this heart not only speaks, but also writes." After a long time, Zhao Jingting let go of Xie Lun. He opened his front placket and exposed his strong chest, and said gently to Xie Lun, "Allen You see. "

Xie Lun's heart stopped immediately, and the strong and solid bronze chest was marked with two words--

Sheron.

Sharon's fingers trembled over the two strong and round words, over and over again.

"Does it hurt?" He asked Zhao Jingting with his head up, tears shed.

"It doesn't hurt," Zhao Jingting kissed his tears, and his heart hurt, "It's nothing compared to watching Allen cry."

Xie Lun smiled, wiped her face, and leaned on Zhao Jingting's chest, while stroking the tattoo, she asked softly, "When did you get it?"

"The night of New Year's Eve," Zhao Jingting put his forehead on Xie Lun's forehead. "I think you can't stand it, I want to carve you on the apex."

"Foolish ghost, I all look painful, and I won't let you live New Year's Eve alone." Xie Lun turned her face, and her rosy lips pressed gently against Zhao Jingting's chest.

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Jiasheng 28th April

Qingming is an important festival in Dali. From the royal family to the untouchables, the ancestors must be sacrificed and the tombs must be sacrificed. Therefore, according to the Dali Dynasty ancestral system, the Qingming court rested for three days.

Lu Zhishan was very hard these days, and he didn't have much time to spend with Mu Nanzhi, so taking advantage of these three days to rest, taking Mu Nanzhi to Xihuai Beiyuan for a short stay, it was considered a stalwart.

"Cousin, shall we go and see Zhu Shuangquan?" After going to the river in the morning after folding the wicker back, the two had lunch in the side hall. Mu Nanzhi asked Lu Zhishan, "I want to go and see Look at him, weird. "

Lu Zhishan pasted her with the chopsticks: "If you want to go there, let's go, just as we can go and worship the girls in their house."

"Yeah! I've only just finished," Mu Nanzhi remembered the tragic death of the young girl, and immediately lost his appetite, put down the bowl and chopsticks in his arms, and arched into the arms of Luzhishan. "Cousin, Nanjiang People are really pathetic. "

"Yeah, when there was war in the south, the people in the south were the poorest. Later, when they were defeated, the people in the south were even more pitiful." Lu Zhishan also dropped the bowl and chopsticks, and circled Mu Nanzhi gently. "After the defeat in Hue, although Dali and Siam Tubo have signed terms, in recent years, Siam and Tubo have always invaded South Xinjiang from time to time. People in South Xinjiang are really bullied and afraid. Most of them move their families. I I heard that there are many elderly people in South Xinjiang who are hard to leave their homeland, but they dare not continue to live in the former cottages. Some elderly people move into the mountains and live in the wind, some old people live directly in the ancestral graves and dig a pit for themselves Then I set up a shack and lived by the pit ... "

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