MTL - Qinglian Chronicles-Chapter 93 Secret history of Zizhu

Speaking of Liuyang Princess, I don't know if anyone still remembers?

By the way, it’s the wife and grandmother of the classmate.

I tried not to let my mouth open and stiff, nor did I let myself act too hard to beat Zhou’s current fragile heart.

"Liuyang Princess? When did you see her?"

Zhou Zizhu lowered his head and drank, and heard the words of the black and bright water, and glanced at me. He hanged down and did not answer me. Instead, he even drank three glasses of wine.

I know that this guy didn't want to say it, he took the initiative to give him a glass of wine and said: "Drinking, drinking."

Zhou Zizhu's brother is refreshingly unusual. The wine is dry to the cup, and the cup is cupped. The face is gradually red, and the corners of the eyes are reddened. The focal length of the eyes begins to spread, and the words gradually increase:

"...I saw her when I first entered the palace...in the Imperial Garden..."

"Oh."

"She wore a purple palace dress, covered with a light purple gauze, and opened a black and purple Wei Zi..."

I don't know why, I shuddered at the color matching of this picture. However, it may not be known that there are really shocking effects, especially for those whose name is Zhou Zizhu.

"I actually hate purple most, it has always been, because I have a purple in my name, clothes I used when I was young, things I used, from the window screen to the yarn account, all purple. I can see that I want to vomit, so, can After I became the Lord, I didn't have a purple thing anymore...but I saw her that day, and I realized that purple can also let me... stay there, do not speak loudly, dry mouth, heart beat like a drum."

It is no wonder that the aesthetic map of people was formed as early as five or six years old. It seems that Zhou Zizhu was a pit of his old-fashioned old-fashioned mother or nurse.

When I was sending him unlimited sympathy, Zhou Zizhu continued to say: "This day is the princess and the ritual..."

Hey, is it fifteen?

Hey, wait a minute, as far as I can remember, the princess seems to be similar to Xue Yuma’s age. Xue Yuma is in her early thirties. Zhou Zizhu, how old was it?

I thought, I asked.

Zhou Zizhu looked at me with a stunned look and thought, "Thirteen years old."

I am speechless, he is really early love.

The key is that it is also very long-lasting. This is all--I secretly licking my fingers and counting down. Thirteen-four years, Zhou Zizhu’s man has spent most of his life in a period of unrequited love. It’s really catching up with Yang. Infatuation.

"Later?" I continued to follow the temptation.

"After the princess and the cricket, I will choose the Hummer. The Hummer is selected among the men of the 15 to 20 years old. I am naturally unable to be elected because of my age. Later, I chose Xue’s eldest son, Xue Yufu... Because I was born two years old... Hey, make people, and one is..."

"and after?"

"Later?" He looked up and looked at me, his eyes more stunned. "No later..."

"Don't you see her again?"

"No."

Also, Zhou Zizhu is not a disciple, naturally he will not go to the incense to steal the beautiful woman, nor will he climb the balcony of Xue Yuma in the middle of the night.

"The princess has never asked someone to give you a letter?" The poem of love poems, etc., is called a close-fitting ring, and a bold one is about a flower before the moon, holding a little bit to say something. The body, no one in this life, only one **, the seeing of the king is like seeing the body. From the day when there is no seeing again, Junyi treasures" and so on. This **, depending on the generosity of the princess, the small gas point is a handkerchief sachet, generous point should be a piece of fine jade.

Thinking about it, my eyes went to the waist of Zhou Zizhu to aim at it.

"No," Zhou Zizhu shook his head. "She doesn't recognize me."

My chopsticks are in the air and the sound is stiff: "You mean... the princess doesn't even know that you like her?"

Nod.

Fainted.

I was wrong, Zhou Zizhu is not infatuated like Yang, he has reached the height of the Yum!

Although I can't understand it at all.

He didn't know the princess at all, just because the flower of purple dress liked her for more than ten years, or secret love, maybe he didn't even remember what she looked like.

Therefore, men, especially ancient literati, are really incomprehensible creatures.

Like a princess who doesn't even know how to be sultry or wise, is it better to like my family's red phoenix, how good a woman is.

But love and not love, fate and fate are the most illogical and lawless.

I said that I couldn’t help but say that I couldn’t help but look at him with a sigh of relief. I didn’t say so well: “And then? Are you planning to live in this life?”

"No," he whispered, his eyes whispering. "This is a must."

"But..." The voice was so hoarse.

"Is it still unwilling?" I said coldly.

Zhou Zizhu did not answer, did not nod, bowed his head and drank. I stopped talking and silently accompanied him. Every time the wine was empty, Qin Laozhang would silently send a new one.

Quiet around.

Some people will laugh when they drink too much, and some people will cry.

Even if Zhou Zizhu is not the latter, there is such a tendency. The more he drank, the deeper his face, the heavier his body. The curved lines of his mouth and the fine lines of the corners of his eyes seemed to have fallen from the wind and rain. It was no longer like a good old man.

It rained outside the door.

Autumn rain is bleak, and I am used to swearing.

The raindrops hit the mud on the outside, and I smelled the unique dirt when it rained.

The autumn wind was so cool that the curtains of the hotel were blown and swayed.

After the counter, Qin Laozhang was going to close the door and window. I shook his head at him. He would like to, slowly and slowly returned to the back of the counter to sit, and later, gave us a new wine.

I don’t know how many pots I drank.

It’s a man, there is always a time to be drunk.

Of course, women are actually.

Zhou Zizhu drank very quickly, and I drank very slowly.

I looked at the man opposite, slowly seeing the eyes of his eyebrows for more than a decade: the young and lush, the heart was hot and full of fantasies; then there were countless sultry or cool nights; enthusiasm It became a symbol and a habit, but it still persisted; knowing that there was no hope, but stubbornly refused to marry his wife, even he did not know for what...

My heart is getting soft and sad.

All of us, for love, are very sad and hard to pass.

Whether it is right or wrong, value or not, the tragedy ends.

Suddenly, my heart flashed.

"Listen, Zhou Xiong." I said, "The day after tomorrow is the autumn harvest ancestor sacrifice day, the princess is the royal blood relative, will definitely go with the Hummer, in the middle to rest in Bailongguan, I will open Xue Yuma when you arrive, you go See her, whether you say it or not, wait until she finishes, and then decide what to do."

Zhou Zizhu looked up at me, and there was no expression on his face, but his faint eyes gradually gathered together. His jaw was almost hard to detect, gently, firm, and moving.

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The Simplified Chinese publisher told me that the twenty-fifth book will come out.

Recently, looking at the house, Beijing's housing prices have risen too far, which is really frustrating.