17. Relentless.
I’m not afraid.
The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
One.
After two years of entering the Dynasty, Feng Min-hyun was blocked by Meng Ling under a false mountain in the palace, forcibly taking his first kiss.
He struggled so hard that he slit his lips, but he only slit his lips with blood, without care, and said, “What is the sin of Feng Xiaoqing, who knew that the law had broken the law and wounded Uncle Bin?” I’m sorry.
“You’re shameless!” I’m sorry.
“Yo, it’s strong!”
Meng-hyun spits out his blood, rubs his face, bows his head down and squeezes his chin, and laughs like a skank: “It’s true that the King has just made a bet with a couple of little brats. The King had no choice but to make the King come and kiss you. I’m sorry.
After that, the cuffs of the sandals, in a state of justice, said, “Well, you’ve been scolded, you’ve been scolded, you’ve been scolded, you’ve been beaten. I’m sorry.
The wind is long, Meng’s spirit is unforgettable, and he’s so angry that Von Min-ho is under the false mountain that he hears laughter from afar.
“How’s the king? I’m sorry.
“Soft!”
“Is that sweet, sweet?”
“Sweet as honey!”
Does it smell good? Does it smell good?
“It’s more than a fragrance. It’s a fragrance.” I’m sorry.
There’s no sound, there’s an exaggerating laughter, there’s no need to look at it, and there’s almost a way to see the faces of the world’s dudes.
“The Prince is powerful, the Prince is arrogant, he’s so mean this time! I’m sorry.
Von Min-Hin came out of the fake mountain when the crowd was laughing and finally quieted out.
The tears of shame were turned in his eyes, and his red dress became sarcastic in the sun, and his chest fell on the ground, and he squeezed his hands and punched him on the rocks.
The blood fell and he bit his teeth. “Mong, Spirit, Fix, I’m on your side! I’m sorry.
Feng Min-sook and Meng-hyun have long had their grievances, which originated two years ago, with a piss in the royal garden.
As one of the most reckless princes ever to live, Monshin is a strange thing for the royal family.
Of course, no one dares to say that in his presence, after all, he is the uncle of the present-day promise.
Yun Dixon’s 40th and Meng Shinshin’s only 17th.
That’s what you do to hurt people.
No one is any higher than his generation, so he has the capital of “soldier and older” and spends his days with a bunch of unwieldy sons of his family, doing all sorts of shit that the curators can’t bear.
Two years ago, when he took the final exam, he saw in the palace the legendary “Lord Huai An” of Feng Min-shin, who was travelling with the officials.
At the same time, Meng Ling was on his way to “open the gate” and his “Royal Sons” stood beside him and called out a handshake.
“It’s such a blessing to have my grandfather’s guillotine. I’m sorry.
In more than an exaggerating phrase, the centenaries groaned and looked at each other, but came out with a crowd of people, with a first-born calf fearing the tiger — it was Feng Min-Yin.
His face, in the face of the officials, is still being heard.
“Lugar, the king’s concern, and today’s sin of great disrespect must be said. The existence of a man like you is a waste of food from the great treasury. I’m sorry.
In the light of the sun, when the words were out, the scene was quiet, and even the Chief Justice was frightened.
In the cold, the back of the flower whistles, strutting his pants, strapping his belt and smiling.
“What did you say?”
Von Min’s back pole was straight, and when he reached out to hold him, he remained the same, and the next line in the sky was: “I said, “The Prince has behaved deviantly, defiled and disgraced the royal family.” I’m sorry.
It’s just down, and the 100 officials behind it are in the air: “What a young man!
They raised a thumb for him in their hearts.
You’re dead.
When almost everyone thought that Von Min-Yin would not see the second day of the sun, even Von Min-Hin himself made the worst of plans, because Meng-hyun had taken him up and down for a long time, leaving only one big smile, “Wait.” I’m sorry.
What was not envisaged was that he was not waiting for severe punishment, but rather for an official hat of the Chief Minister of Da Lisi.
Shortly after taking office, he met Meng Shinji in the palace.
“Have you seen a cat play mouse? It was more fun to catch them, often without a bite to death, and to torture them slowly and play with them. I’m sorry.
Under the walls of the palace, that scoundrel smile came close to him and down his voice.
“Don’t let the King down for a while or he’ll be bored again. I’m sorry.
Big laughs echo in the air, and Meng-hyun grows under a crowd of people, leaving only Von Minxy to bite his silver teeth behind him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll insist — but not for you. I’m sorry.
Reading poetry, believing in faith, is willing to do its best to be a real good official for the benefit of the people.
It’s only for those clouds in the dream where there’s nowhere else to go.
Two.
Von Minzhi, who returned at night, had his hand covered with wounds that drew the attention of young slaves.
He was a young man who was found in the snow at the beginning of Feng Min’s time, when he was wounded and had no knowledge of his past. He took him in and stayed in Feng’s house after he had been wounded.
Today, under the lanterns, the Qinghu is concerned and cannot ask, “How did the adults get hurt?” I’m sorry.
Feng Min-sooking, not saying anything, was tired of coming into the house with the unfinished file of the Da Lisi.
And he was weak against the door of the house, and he remained unmoved for a long time, and he suffered from the loss of his mind in the day, and now his heart is full of bitterness.
And the urn of the urn, held to the head of the bed, was blurry from his sight, and he touched it with an inch of his fingertips, and he looked up and looked at himself in a tall glass.
Weary, thin, pale, empty eyes, and a purified purified man.
It was only at this point that she was the one who took off his hat and took off his official clothes, whose long hair was dark.
“The scenery, I miss you…”
With a little arms in her arms and an ash in her arms, she murmurs like a little girl, “The son of a bitch came after me again today, this time, this time he…”
And when the candle is swaying, it is hard to say, but it is only a saying from between the lips: “Whatever happens, he is a disgraceful son of a bitch under the heavens.” I’m sorry.
It’s as if the mid-air is showing up again, with a flat smile and a fan on his waist. I’m sorry.
That’s… that’s terrible!
For two years, she fought hard against the son of a bitch and fought hard, and every time she won, she was happy to talk, with her ashes, and lost, she was like this night, with all kinds of complaints in her heart.
It’s just that she didn’t realize that if the Sioux words were to come out, she’d shake her shoulder and ask, “Why can’t you keep your voice away from him?”
Of course, Su Xinjiang can’t jump, even in her dreams, he rarely goes.
He died seven years in the autumn of Andre and was born weak and unable to sustain his unfinished wish.
He studied poetry, and his ambition was to take credit for his country, but he was gone and left behind a young boy who wanted to live for him in another way.
Von Min-Hin, with his chest tied, entered the capital with ashes on his back, only for the life-long faith of the fiancé Su.
If not for Monshin this is a good way to go.
“Better not leave it in my hands, or you will be dealt with according to the law.”
Turning out the candles, the wind of the night, the von Minko, who was gnawing his teeth in his dreams, did not know that in the king’s house, the Meng Ling was carrying Maggie with his hand, caressing his lips with one hand unwittingly and reminiscent of the kiss of the day.
“Don’t say it tastes good. I’m sorry.
Maggie in her arms raised her head and groaned a grape into Meng Ling’s mouth. I’m sorry.
Meng Ling excavated grapes, ingested his lower lips and laughed with joy: “I say, isn’t it funny that there’s a guy who doesn’t blink at Da Lisi and has a man who’s worried about his country and has a woman? I’m sorry.
3
The Emperor did not have a heart, and after the false mountain, Feng Min-sooked Meng for some time, and finally caught him not
“The royal children were forbidden to open their doors during the Qin Temple Festival, but the Prince called upon their friends to enter and leave the Qin building and ask where they would be. I’m sorry.
In the red cuffs, Fung Min-ji, in a red dress, stands under a light, with a serious face that is alien to the twigs next to him.
All the sons of the family who came out to steal were shaken by it, except Mengji, who held his right and left in the first seat, and smiled and looked up at Feng Min-shin, and looked at him like a star.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve had a good mouth. I’m sorry.
After all, he’s got a dozen fantasies, a kind of mastery gesture, “Come on, it’s the first time you’ve come to a place like this.
Fung Min-soon, push the nearest Qi and raise the tone.
“Don’t bullshit, Da Lisi, please ask His Majesty to go with Min. I’m sorry.
This case involving relatives of the Emperor was turned in front of the Emperor and sentenced to heavy and heavy sentences, and the sons and daughters of the family who went out with Meng Ling, went back to their homes, were grounded, and the “leader” Mengji was punished in a different manner.
Under the supervision of Xiaoqin Feng of the Da Lisi, a single plan must not be forged, and a whole set of beam laws must be copied.
Fung Min-hyun was satisfied with the result, but when she came out of the house, Meng-hyun was whistling behind her, as if she were in a better mood.
“That’s a very thick law. I’m sorry.
In the sky, a scoundrel’s smile came near her, and was not ashamed, but proud, watching her frown and frowning in the shadow of the humming: “Wreak out of your mind.” I’m sorry.
And when the twilight and the people of the King’s House of Huai An beat their drums around Meng-shu Hoo, Feng Min-sook understood what kind of plan he was playing.
“The King wonders, it will take 10 and a half days. What do you say? I’m sorry.
It’s a piece of shit, and it’s a turn-off, pushing her across the river, as if she was trying to pull back, but it’s provoking his stubbornness.
She looked at the man behind the Meng Spirit and laughed, “So good, but the person who did not know thought that the Prince had moved the whole palace. The Prince will have to follow the same course of life as he lives with him. I can’t stand it anymore. I’m sorry.
After a long stand in front of Feng’s door, the two men laughed and waved behind them. After the royal family refused to leave, he pushed Von Min-hyun and set foot in his house.
After entering the house, he kept his mouth shut, and the words were stale: “It’s a bit harsher for him to live in the stables of this palace than this…”
Fung Min-sook is with him, and he’s still there. “I am the parent of the law, and the two are perfectly normal. Like some people, in gold and silver, in wine pools and in meat, who spend their blood and blood on the people, they stink like rats in warehouses. I’m sorry.
The words were so loud, Meng-shu coughed, walked forward, pulled out his ears and pretended not to hear.
The young slaves behind him were close to Fung Min-shin. They were dissatisfied.
“The cost of food is naturally reduced in half, and I’m a vegetarian. I don’t have that much to spare. I’m sorry.
Fung Min-hyun’s direct local break-up, and the small sound just went into the front ear of Mon Ling-shu, and told him to walk and grind his teeth in the dark. I’m sorry.
4
The life of living together began with the return of Feng Min-shin from the Da Lisi each day, where he went to the library to examine the files, while Monshin wrote the law, in the middle of which hessen’s watch.
At first Meng-hyun thought he was just a scarer, but when he was walking around the sky with a verse, the ruler struck without mercy and hit him at the stand. I’m sorry.
The candles were swayed, and one of Feng Min’s faces was cold, “It’s you. The Prince never forgets the big words he threw when he came in.” I’m sorry.
Meng Ling-shu sat down with her in front of her, smitten with red hands, and remembered that he had been eating a bun for seven days in a row, and had no hope, and howled: “Oh, my God, what a wind!
After less than half a month, Meng Shinji quickly lost a large circle of weight, in stark contrast to Von Min-hyok, who walks in red, and can’t help but talk to the young slaves.
Fung Min-Hinton lives, touches his face, and that’s the smile. I’m sorry.
She was suddenly reminded of a panic that she had not spoken to the Spectacular for a long time, as if daily life had been filled by Meng Ling-shu’s man, and that she was happy to talk and even force him to swallow the next green dish.
It’s… it’s terrible, it’s terrible.
Von Minjie, who was unsuspecting, ran into the flaunted Monshin, who held her by his hand and raised the law that had just been copied.
“Do you think the King’s words have improved? I’m sorry.
In the Autumn, the happy smile shines, the garments fly, and the handsome.
I can’t believe the more I look at it, the more cute the odds are.
An inspiration from Feng Min, pushing Meng Seok to step back. I’m sorry.
Meng Ling-shu is inexplicably waiting for him, and Feng Min-hye has fled from the porch in fear, running faster than the rabbit.
Looking at the shadow of the fall, Meng Shinji was crying and laughing on the porch, but somehow the young man stood by him and said, “My Lord, may it be that Madame’s day of sacrifice is coming, and the grown-ups are in a state of mood.”
“Ma’am?” He turned around with his eyes full of eyes. I’m sorry.
In autumn, Shuxai, Meng-hye found Von Min-shin on the roof, and this was the day of Su-song’s sacrifice.
It was only after Meng Ling-shu had spoken to him that he became aware that Feng Min-hyun had a dead wife. He was just trying to be a good official, but he didn’t want to let his wife down.
At one point, he recalled that he had fought with Feng Min in the past, and that he was so confused that he could say mercy or lament.
Now he climbs up to the roof to see him drunk alone in the moonlight, and his heart is suffocating and he can’t help but reach out.
Don’t drink it.
On the morning of the following day, the sky of Feng’s house was cut apart by a scream,
One of Feng Min’s feet woke up and kicked Meng Ling out of bed.
Young slaves couldn’t get dressed in time, and when the wind came, they heard nothing but chickens and dogs.
“Fung, put down the vase and say, “The king didn’t do anything to you last night. You were drunk and had to bring him to bed, and you said all night with that urn…”
When the young slave’s heart was so tight, he was trying to push the door, he was already squeezing with his tongue, “Don’t come in!” I’m sorry.
She stepped on the bed, bare feet, long hair spreads, a vase rises above her head, and her eyes are red as a rabbit, a rabbit that bites.
“You, what do you know? I’m sorry.
In the quivering questions, Meng Ling blinked, moved his eyes from the urn of the bed’s head to the chest of Feng Min, and laughed, “You should know, you should know, you should not know, you should know, the king knows. I’m sorry.
No, he was careful to approach and keep his voice down. “Don’t worry, this King will keep his secret. “This morning’s spring light is a little too much for the king…”
And when the sound of the voice was not lost, the high vase fell upon it, and a piece of the earth fell upon the foot of Mon Spirit, and a shout was sounded from Feng Min-shin.
Get out!
5
Meng Spirit’s face is thick enough to hold him back after the thousandth “rolling” in Feng Min-hyun, and he remains idle.
It’s true that the blue slave’s eyes are red, and he looks like an enemy.
“It was yesterday’s wife’s day of sacrifice, and the prince did it while he was drunk.
Meng Lingshu is dying of resentment and can’t stop coming back. I’m sorry.
After that, he went straight for a long time to find a young slave who didn’t eat or drink, and left behind, who was shocked, and suddenly stunned and cried, “My lord, my lord…”
Poor Lord Feng has no strength to scold and has to lie in sickness. On the bed, holding the urn, Meng-shu was forced to feed for a few days.
On this night, young slaves went out to work, leaving only Meng Shinsei and Feng Min-shin in the entire province. That’s how poor Feng Dynasty is. In Monshin’s words, even a few assassins can stop them.
Good bad spirits, assassins, assassins.
And when the leaves fell and the wind was windy, and the door was kicked open, Meng-shu and Feng Min-shin were snatching the urn, both of them standing between their heads, and were crushed by the black man in the front door,
“Being rich, distasteful, who convicted the Salt Dealer case last month? I’m sorry.
Meng Ling opened up his mouth and found his voice, “We’re none of them!” I’m sorry.
The killer’s cold, the sword is snow, “Let’s die together! I’m sorry.
When Meng-hyun jumped out of the window with Feng Min-Yin, she kept holding the urn in her arms and kept scolding her, pulling a flare out of her arms and firing in the air.
Under the bright red light, he walks into the night with Feng Min-hing’s back, “The king’s palace will soon come for us, and wait. I said, can you throw the altar away, it hurts the king’s back! I’m sorry.
Fortunately, this night was a moonless night, and the killer was not familiar with Feng’s land, and allowed Meng Ling to find Feng’s woodhouse under Feng Min’s guidance and hide in the hidden corner.
In the dark, two people were squeezed together, holding their breaths and listening to outside noises.
“King, the Prince will hand me over, the body of the Prince’s daughter. I’m sorry.
Von Min-shin holds the urn tight and there are tears flashing in his eyes.
It’s not gonna work. Sooner or later the killer will find it. She can’t get him into trouble.
“You’re a woman, you’re a man, you’re a king! I’m sorry.
Meng-hyun’s voice was down, and Feng Min-Yun was shocked, and he’d been up and down, eating and having fun all his life.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
In the cold and sweaty prayer, there were footsteps coming close, the night wind knocking on the window, Meng-hyun and Feng Min-hyun looking up, and they saw their own horror in each other ‘ s eyes.
“Man lives and dies.” I’m sorry.
Meng Ling-shu, who suddenly stood up, scared Von Min-suk to hold him, turned back, breathed too fast, and said, “It’s too late for the king to say it. I’m sorry.
If you don’t wait for the reaction from Feng Min, Meng-hyuk has leaned over and leaned on her back and kissed in the winter.
The soft, sweet, sweet, sweet joke of the day, but this is the dream of the night.
She fell into a coma with the heat of blood on the head of Feng Min, until Meng-shu let her go in her breath and held her against her forehead. I’m sorry.
After that, when he rises and jumps, the wind of his clothes and his head goes out, and when it is not too long, it comes out in the night,
“Come on, I’m here, and the Salt Dealer case is ours, and I’m a man of justice and integrity, and I’m not afraid of any small-nighter…”
For a long time, Von Min-Yin, in the dark corner of the woodhouse, was still stiff and unable to move. She held the urn in her arms, buried her head, shed her tears uncontrollably, and even her heart was drenched.
Six.
With a left shoulder wound, one more step later in the palace, Meng Shinshu’s arm will be broken.
The law could not be copied, and Feng Min-sensei consciously took the books to his bed while taking care of Monshin.
Meng Ling has spent almost half a month trying to recover from his wounds and was finally stripped by Feng Min-shin.
On that day, Feng Min-sook took the medicine bowl and turned around and left, and was held by Meng-hyun’s wrist.
“As soon as the ghost was closed, the King figured out a lot. Do you want to hear it? I’m sorry.
Don’t want to hear it!
Meng-shu, in bed, smiles, pulls hard, falls into his arms, “You have to listen if you don’t want to.” I’m sorry.
She was surrounded by strong arms, and it was no use to let her struggle. When the confrontation had been difficult to stop, his warm lips were put in her ears, as if she were suffocating.
“O Minji, life is in haste, the dead is over, and the living should live with it… your words, and you don’t want you to be so determined to be a dead man for his life. I’m sorry.
Wind and windows, soft words, words.
“What do you know? My pleasure, my lord…”
The gnawing throats are not able to go down, the tears slip over the cheeks, and the next shoulder is wet without sound.
The birds fly south out of the window, and the last yellow leaf falls with the wind, and cannot remain in the autumn’s footsteps, but the winter’s cold will come.
On the next day, Feng Min-sook threw an undried transcript of the ink on the bed with a cold face: “The Lord’s law has been copied and can leave the house. I’m sorry.
She almost dragged Meng-hyeun out of the house with a carriage waiting outside the house, and Meng-hyeon refused to leave and shot the door of the house.
“Is this how you treat people who save lives? If you open the door to the king, he won’t leave, and he wants to copy another law of the Great Liang…”
Whatever you say, the door remains unwieldy, and Feng Min’s back is on the other side of the door, and his eyes are neither sad nor happy. Until Meng-hyeok, outside the door, finally got tired and stood up to the door, for a long time and laughed down.
“You are so hard, so tired, so painful. I’m sorry.
When the wagon was moving away and the door was finally silent, Feng Min-sook sat down a little bit, and the fog covered his eyes, and he fell down and fell on the urn in his arms, and the crystal broke.
When Von Min-sook came out after spending a dozen days in the archives of the Da Lisi, not only did he begin the first snowfall in the city, but he learned an incredible message in the mouth of a young slave who came to fetch her.
Meng Ling-shin was impeached by the generals, joined up and summoned to the palace night after night, and has not yet come out.
And the cause of this stabbing was simply the assassination of Feng. And somehow, the rumor that the assassin was sent by the Meng Spiritist, that he did nothing to harm himself, that the rumors were getting worse and worse, and that they had become “the long-standing complaint of the Lord of Huai An and the murder of a man”.
And they’re locked up in the file.
She has a very good reputation in both the civil and the public arenas, and this time everyone has gone too far in order to hold her in peace, just like a spark, a stone provoking a wave of events.
Of particular importance was the fact that, in the days that Feng Min-ja had not appeared, the young man had acquiesced in the rumours and expressed her attitude, and had taken the “badness” of Meng Spirit.
On that day Meng Shinsei came to Feng’s house, and then repeatedly asked for evidence, and in the cold eye of the young slaves, he moved his feet, shaking his head, and laughed, and said, “She truly hates me this way. I’m sorry.
Now, in the snow, Von Min-min was so shocked to learn that he couldn’t speak, and his shaking hands knocked out the umbrella of the young slave: “Why did you turn your back on the black and white? I’m sorry.
A young man with thin lips swooped down and said, “The slave is just an adult, he is not a good man, he is responsible, but he is hurt like this, and he can’t see him anymore…”
Von Minxy’s more ridiculous and he’s in a hurry, “No, no, it’s not what you think! I’m sorry.
The young slave was groaning, and Feng Min-sook couldn’t explain so much.
7
Winds and snows, long and silent, and Feng Min-sook was at the palace gate and saw Meng-hyun coming out of the wall.
His legs were tremors, blood was spilled from his knees, and he was in a state of shock under white snow.
On the way, Von Min-Yi had heard about it earlier, and Yun-tye was reportedly angry and punished Meng-hyuk for kneeling in the snow for a night and both knees were cut by ice slags.
Now they look at each other in the snow, and they don’t see each other’s faces, but there’s a bit of heat flowing into Feng Min’s eyes.
Almost two steps ahead of her, she opened her mouth and swallowed her throat, explaining it in the face of Mon spirituality. And he looked at her and said nothing. When she was in a hurry, she rushed into the palace, and said, “I, I’ll tell His Majesty I’ll clear the Emperor.”
Finally, the hand seized her, and his voice was tired: “Your Majesty will not see anyone in his wrath, so go later.” I’m sorry.
After that, he softly let her go and kept holding the wall and walking in the snow.
“Where is the King’s carriage?” Why isn’t anyone here to pick up the prince?”
The guards are in a difficult position. “Your Majesty has ordered that, on the way back from the palace to the palace, His Majesty will not be allowed to ride in a carriage, nor to be helped, nor will his entourage follow…”
Looks like Yoon Di is really upset. He’s trying to teach Meng Ling a lesson.
Von Min-Sin looked to the back of the wall in the blizzard, took a deep breath and did not hesitate, leaned forward and carried Meng-hyun on his back.
“What are you doing?”
Meng has been out of control and has struggled on Feng Min’s back, and the guards of the palace have come forward to stop it, but Feng Min’s drink has returned.
“Min is not from the palace, nor does His Majesty say he can’t carry the prince behind his back, right? I’m sorry.
Guards walk, open their mouths, something to say.
Meng-hyun was finally in a state of discomfort, laughing low in the neck of Feng Min-shin and groaning: “You are indeed the master of the law and the best of the obscurities.” I’m sorry.
It was a longer road than expected, and the more people gathered along the road, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, and the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were told, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were, the more they were there, the more they were, the more they were there, the more they were, the more they were there, the more they were there, the more they were, the more they were there, the more they were, the more they were there.
But Feng Min-shin didn’t care, but biting his teeth on Mon spirituality and step by step in the snow.
The crowd started to move, and there was a misunderstanding. I’m sorry.
He said that someone was going to rip Meng-hyun’s head off, but was stopped by one of Feng Min-song’s voices. I’m sorry.
She breathed, swept through the audience, and she shouted, “It’s not what everyone thinks! I’m sorry.
The blood drops down on his knees, and the thin body carries the once-fatless prince on his back, and goes on a difficult journey, making it clear: “The Prince did not send a man to kill him, everything was deliberately false, the Prince saved his life so that he could escape. The Prince was innocent and should not be punished in vain…”
When Green Slaves arrived, the snow was snowing, as was seen.
The people are self-consciously divided in two ways, with blood flowing from the middle, and in the open, wearing a red dress, Von Minji, while holding on to Meng Spirit while arguing with a crowd of passionate people.
“I’m not being coerced, and the words are from the heart…”
“Yes, His Majesty’s actions are absurd, but he has never done anything wrong…”
“Not from all the way. The land of Ho Ho Ho, who set the road?” I’m sorry.
The sound of hissing echoes in the air, the snow and the snow, the eyes of the slaves awaken, so much so that they can go up and hold out the umbrella in their arms.
Fung Min-sooking looking at a young man with tears flashing in his eyes, “You’re here. I’m sorry.
Smiling at each other, scrambling at each other, and everything speaks for itself.
Under the umbrella of the sky above the head, the three were silent and retreating in the snow.
Monshin ended up burying his head, laughing, “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
Von Min’s body was in one piece, his lips were thin, and his eyes were as clear as they were two years ago.
“The Prince saved one of his allergies, and this time he’s tired again. Let’s, let’s, let’s call it even. I’m sorry.
Meng-sooking, dazzling, dazzling for a long time, and the wind flung out a sentence,
“The King and Xiaoqing are not equal…”
8
Meng Shinshin later told Feng Min-shin that the impeachment of the 100th official was nothing, and that the reason his emperor’s nephew was really angry was simply a conversation.
“Please take back the gift of marriage, for those whom I have given my heart. I’m sorry.
“Who?”
Da Lisi, Feng Min-shin. I’m sorry.
When he said that, the royal palace was preparing for a big marriage, Meng Lingji stood under the hymn and laughed and pulled his hands to his heart.
“So, Minji, you’ll rob the marriage, and as soon as you come, the king will go with you. I’m sorry.
Von Min-sook pulls back his hand and he whispers, “I will not do this.” I’m sorry.
He told her he could fake her death and repeat her daughter. But she didn’t want to, and she realized that she had failed to live up to Sioux’s words and that she would no longer want to suffer from his faith. She wants to be an official for the first time and to carry on with that vision.
But Meng Shinsei still doesn’t care, and now he’s nearing her, joking and serious, “If you don’t come, you’ll have to watch the king lay himself in the new house. I’m sorry.
She’s a big fan. I’m sorry.
“No, I’m happy, I’m willing, I’m going to be with you! I’m sorry.
With the red candle swaying, with the opposite eyes, Meng-hyun again pulled his hands on his heart and laughed in his eyes, but this time he was determined not to struggle with one word.
“Even if you were an officer, the king would not give up on each other, but rather a man who has spoken out against one another. I’m sorry.
The night of the wedding, the fireworks were all over the city.
But when he was in prayer, he was like a shadow from the sky, and he drank, “I am.”
People are looking forward to it, and it is not someone else who enters the gate.
– Something’s happening! I’m sorry.
In the middle of the day, the look-back Meng Shinigami shined bright, loosed the hand of the Princess-in-law and looked at the end of the light.
And he smiled, and she was blinded, and a pyrotechnic was emptied, and she breathed, and her eyes closed, and before he ran, she held the hand he raised.
The two were running in the night, with no regard for the wind, hunting, and passing through their hairs.
Meng-suk rejoices like a child, “Ming-suk, the king wins, the king wins the bet with His Majesty, we can be together! I’m sorry.
What kind of bet? When Feng Min-shin impeached him, he probably didn’t realize that Yun-tye had called Meng-Ling to the palace and learned that his heart was with her.
Fortunately, the late Emperor’s legacy, Meng-shu, was the son of the late Emperor, who valued the anomaly and had left a last word, and in any event, he would be safe and happy.
On that day, when the heavens and the earth were white and white, Mension kneeled in the snow, and his knees were cut off by ice, and there was no sense of it, but he looked on his head, looking at the promise, and smiled pale.
In the long vision of a deadlock, the Emperor will not be able to carry the death-strike, but the spirit will move: “Then Xiaoqing is the most famous, and the Emperor is only in his dreams, and if he should appear on the day of his wife’s death and be robbed in public, I will have nothing to say, what if he is left to do? I’m sorry.
He went back and thought that the bet would not have happened, but he did not expect it to be self-defeating. He flew in the snow and saw the Meng Spirit shined and smiled.
“I’ve played many bets, lost and won, but this time I’m sure I’ll win. I’m sorry.
Note
How old are you this evening?
For many years now, Feng Min-min has become more senior and controversial, and she has ignored the fact that she has been drinking tea in the palace with Meng-hyeon.
On the Day when the sanctuaries will take the snow, and the two men will stand against their backs, and behold the white, and the heavens and the earth will be vast.
Monshin laughed at the wine, saying, “Do you know what the future generations will write about you in his history? I’m sorry.
“The Quran, Von Minzhi, has broken the law and destroyed the name of the world. I’m sorry.
“Do you mind?”
“I don’t like it. I’m sorry.
“Then you…”
“I don’t care. I’m sorry.
Take off your official hat, turn around, stand up in the snow against Monshin and smile.
“All I care about now is one thing. I’m sorry.
Record number: YX01NPmadWjZ3DVA7
Published in 2020-04-30 17:47 Prohibition of Reproduction
– Dreams of sand.
The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
Late Night Emotion Institute, etc.
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Keep your eyes on the road.
