MTL - Reborn Spoiled Ming Wangfei-~ 22 class divisions return to Beijing

Many soldiers wearing black armor marched on the road, and the ranks of the troops marched like a khaki-colored dragon, wandering in the white field. The pace of thousands of people, from near and far, has become like the rustling of countless creeks.

At the forefront of the army, Black Chun immediately sat on several leading figures.

Feng Yi Xuan hits a pure black robes to outline a long and strong body. A pair of eyes are as deep as a thousand years old. In addition to his own people, he still covers the color of his eyes, not afraid of other people's eyes and rumors. I don’t want anyone to take this matter to make a fuss. The eyes seem to be able to **** the soul of the person into it. It’s like a hook, a thin lip like a Zhu, and a white jade-like skin seems to have a layer of frost. The whole person is like that. Snow lotus on the iceberg, noble and cold, is like condensing all the suffocation between heaven and earth. Everything in the world has lost all colors in front of him.

Dark one black body, the fortitude of the face reveals the cold taste, carefully looked at the wind wing Xuan, my heart mourned, since that night did not find the girl, the body of the main body is even more terrible, this is a good subordinate Poor.

Lan Jianjun had a hard armor, and his face did not leave too many traces of harshness in his face, but the white hair of the horns revealed that his life was not very good.

The blue ink string is wearing white armor, and the long hair of the ink is slantingly slanted. Don’t have a lazy charm. The gentle face like a jade has a signature smile, which always gives a warm feeling, as if Dispel this chilly military atmosphere, such as the sun to moisturize every dry and cold soul.

"Father, five years, I can finally go back. I don't know if my sister has grown up." The blue ink string looked at the direction of the capital, and missed her sister.

"For the father, I have already informed the butler that I will pick up my thoughts. I will treat my father well in the future." Lan Jianjun is also thinking of his forgotten daughter at this time, thinking that he will definitely be a daughter in Beijing. Holding it in the palm of your hand, you will never let your daughter show the envious look.

The blue ink string sighed, even after so many years, he still had no way to talk to his father about his sister. I still remember that when my mother was pregnant with her sister, she always said to her in the afternoon of the sun, "I must protect my sister in the future." Now that my mother has passed away for many years, my mother’s words are still in my ear. Now that I have my own ability, I can protect my sister in the future. My mother and mother will definitely protect my sister.

Lan Jianjun looked at the son who did not say a word. He still had a bit of helplessness. He also knew that he had done something wrong. He just didn’t know if he would forgive himself in the future. He always looked at himself in the corner. Looking at my daughter with a look of eager father's love is still the same desire for this fatherly love.

Feng Yi Xuan and the dark one heard the words of the blue and father. The life of the army in recent years, although Feng Yi Xuan is the prince, but the relationship between several people is still good. In particular, the blue ink string is now also doing things under the arm of Feng Yi Xuan, and the dark one is also a brother. Every time in the lonely night of the border, several people and several other soldiers always hold alcohol in the jar, and when the blue ink string is drunk, they will always tell his sister who is talking over and over again, talking about the cute and Poor little girl.

Maybe it’s said a lot. Although everyone didn’t say anything, they also had a lot of pity for the sister who had never seen the blue ink string. After all, such an innocent little girl was left out because of ridiculous reasons. Very poor.

"Blue ink string, you can see your sister this time, protect your sister, and finally you can end up with your long-cherished wishes." Dark one slowly moved away from his master to the side of the blue ink string.

"Yeah, I can finally see my sister, and my mother will know a lot of things in the underground." The blue ink string clenched the shoulders of the dark one, and the affection between the brothers was self-evident.

When Lan Jianjun heard his son's words, he couldn't help but guilty. So, for many years, Xiaoran was not at all relieved, blaming himself for pushing the most precious daughters of the two?

"Right, what happened to Wang Ye?" asked the blue ink string and lowered his voice. Although the usual princes also had very few words, the atmosphere was cold, but it was not so horrible today.

"This..." The dark shot of the shoulder of the blue ink string "You still don't ask well, or the master will be punished if you hand over the task to you." It’s all because of the dark blue string, but it’s because I missed the girl who found them crazy.

The blue ink string nodded. Although he was also a master of the king, he only dealt with military affairs. Other things did not interfere with him. Therefore, he knew very well about the goodness of the dark one. After all, he was a mysterious and powerful Pluto. There are a lot of things that are not known, and those who don't want to know.

"Dark one." Feng Yi Xuan's cold voice sounded, and the darkness shook, driving the horse to the side of his master, cold sweating and watching his master.

"Is it found?" The cold, with the expectation of the sound, then rang in the dark ear.

"The accused master, his subordinates are incompetent, and did not find the little girl."

"It is indeed incompetent! After returning to Beijing, the four of you will go to the penalty yourself!" Feng Yixuan is very dissatisfied with the answer of the dark one, although they are all subordinates from small to large, but the rewards and punishments are clear.

"Yes!" There is no complaint in the dark. This is because they are not doing well, and punishment is a must.

"Master, is that still looking for it?" He felt that he must continue to look for it, but he asked carefully.

“Well, keep looking.” Feng Yixuan looked at the road ahead and replied, “More people!”

"Yes!"

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A wooden arch bridge over the pond becomes the only access to the backyard. Under the sun, the water surface of the pond reflects the golden light. The purple water lily is blooming in the water. Under the reflection of the green trees, it is more delicate and soft, refreshing and chic. Listening to the closed eyes, there is a sound of running water slowly into the ear.

A long dress in a rose red dress, embroidered with light blue peony on the cuffs, a woman with a silver piece of silk threaded out a few clouds, standing on the bridge behind her, standing in front of her forty years old wearing a man Man in clothes.

"Mrs., the lord is already on the way back. The original father-in-law said that he would celebrate the feast for Pluto and the Master and the Young Master. The invitation letter has the name of Miss San." The butler stood behind An Zhenniang and cautiously sue.

"What Miss San, there is no Miss San in the Blue House! But it is a poor worm that no one wants." The chill of An An Niang smiles. "Since it is the purpose of the emperor, then send someone to pick up the girl and come back!"

The housekeeper is puzzled, Miss San is dead, how to pick it up? And still can't find someone to pretend, because Miss San's ear has a beautiful lotus birthmark, which can't be replaced by anyone.

"Oh, I met a robber on the way back to Miss San, and Miss San died accidentally, butler, do you say this accident is not an accident?" An Zhen Niang chuckled, a sinister smile on the delicate face.

"Yes, the old slave understands that the steward should arrive. He was already the next man of An Zhenniang. This woman means haze, and even a big man feels terrified."

An Zhen Niang looked at the fish in the pond, thinking that the man she loved was coming back soon, huh, that woman is dead, and now her daughter is already dead, Lan Jianjun, you will only have me around you.

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