How do you write a sick book with “I’m in love with the first person I see after I’m open?”

I’ll fall in love with the first person I’ve ever seen.

So he killed all the faces around me, and he put his finger on my lips and laughed, “Princess, open your eyes.” I’m sorry.

One.

This man, Honolulu, was the little lunatic I picked up.

When I first met this madman, who was all bloody, he stopped my carriage with the last wiring, and he had blood on his face and couldn’t see the five officials, but his eyes were staring at me, “Help me, I can help you.” I’m sorry.

And We drew our hands together, reclining in the arms of our faces, and looked at him with our eyes: “No one has saved this palace.” I’m sorry.

When he threw his hand and his sword, he stabbed me in the face.

My face is on the spot.

His blood splattered into my face.

Boom.

I pretended to be angry: “How dare you kill my brother’s face!” I’m sorry.

“The princess will kill this thief.” I’m sorry.

I laughed and looked at him, “He killed one of my faces and will surely pay for one of my palaces, and call upon a doctor.” I’m sorry.

The wind blows, he’s weak and he’s falling.

I stepped down on a man’s chair, and I went to him, and I stood before him, and looked at his five officers: “What is your name?” I’m sorry.

His eyes were glowing, “The neon.” I’m sorry.

“The palace has called the doctor. Wait a minute. I’m sorry.

It’s like looking at me, thinking about what I’m doing.

And I didn’t hide, and I laughed so much, that he would look at me: “Is this palace a dump?” I’m sorry.

And when he fell upon me, pouring down,

I didn’t hide, I held him, and I didn’t care about his blood.

After all, it’s the work that has been done to me.

I’m Princess Zhaoyang of Kang.

My father knew that my brother would not spare me his life, so he gave me the tiger before he died, and commanded me to hide where no one would find me for life.

It’s to keep your brother from doing anything.

After my father died, I moved out of the palace and lived in the princess’s house.

I’ve grown up with a little bit of a big ambition, but I can’t live with it.

In order for him to know that I had no intention of politics, on the second day of my stay in the Princess’s house, I took three chicks to the house to be my head.

I’ve been impeached by an impeachment, and instead of being surprised, he’s put four or five more heads in me.

I love music, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it.

It is well known that His Majesty greatly admired her sister Princess Zhaoyang.

It is also well known that Princess Zhaoyang is debauchery, and he is a man and a woman.

He killed me. I don’t care. I don’t care. I’m still watching me, and I can’t kill him.

As soon as Honolulu arrived, he helped me solve this problem.

I brought him back to the princess’s house, and he washed his face.

I’ve seen a lot of beautiful men who sleep more than they do.

I’m looking at his face, and he’s opened his eyes in the air, and he’s got a dark eye, and he’s slowly calming down after seeing me.

“The Princess. * His pale lips dazzled and his voice dazzled. *

He looked better when he opened his eyes, handsome, but his lips were too pale.

I’m so happy, I’m so happy, I’m so happy: “Mr. Honolulu, did you kill a lover and save your life? I’m sorry.

As a result of the severe trauma inflicted on her, the normal person could not wake up for such a short period of time.

This man is incalculable, and it is a curse to leave him behind.

But now I need a pretty, powerful shield.

And he happens to be as strong as an obscurant, and he has a deep knowledge of martial arts that protects not only me, but himself.

“What does the princess want? I’m sorry.

I smiled: “Be the head of my palace.” I’m sorry.

The face of the necrophagus has no expression, and the eyes are cold: I’m sorry.

“The palace will not do anything to you, you will be able to raise your wounds in the princess house, just to act for the palace. “I crouched down to my bed, and looked at him, and said, “You’re only in charge of the most flattering head.” I’m sorry.

He saw half of my face and then slowly moved his eyes away: “No. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I stood up.

If he refuses, it’s my crazy brother who’s afraid he’ll split up.

I smiled and looked down at him: “You killed the face which the Emperor sent you, and the Emperor will not spare you, and you will survive only with My face.” I’m sorry.

He smiled and laughed like my crazy brother. I’m sorry.

I realized he was crazy and couldn’t help but step back: “You’d rather die than be my face.” I’m sorry.

“Come closer. I’m sorry.

He suddenly looked at me and seemed to see me back.

Crazy! What are you doing with this palace?

I don’t want to talk to him again. I want to go.

“The princess wants the throne.” I’m sorry.

A flash in my mind and my brother’s soft and violent face.

“No, I don’t want to.” I’m sorry.

And I responded, and gave him a hard look, and then I was afraid, “Do you want to die?” Is this the place where you can talk nonsense? I’m sorry.

“Courage! “I pulled my sleeve out of his hand, and left a word, and turned away.

I was summoned to the palace the night.

The Emperor was reading the concert and I kneeled before His Highness and he called me up.

He gave it to me for half a day, he didn’t even lift his head, as if he didn’t know I was here.

He always likes to punish people with this.

I don’t know how long it’s been since my knees were sore and sour.

He finally said, “Come and help me study ink. I’m sorry.

I stood up as if I had been granted an amnesty and dragged my leg down to him with difficulty: “Yes. I’m sorry.

And We stood by him in peace with him, grinding his ink, and he kept his eyes open, and watched with great care.

I’m with his mother, the queen.

He, who was three years old and was born empty of blood, was deemed to be a bad man and sent to a Buddhist temple for his blessing.

My mother died when I was 13 years old and had his father take him back to the palace again and again.

When he came back, the mother just swallowed her breath.

I cried and saw him smiling.

It was a cold, cruel or even a sarcasm smile.

I hit him in the face.

He wasn’t angry after being beaten, he was just laughing, and I was scared.

I feel like he’s not just gonna call back, he’s gonna cut my hand off.

I am not worried, but he is indeed a madman.

The servant who said two bad things about him was bitten alive by hyenas.

The death of the prince who fought for his throne was the best result.

I can live to the present, on the one hand with the tiger and, on the other hand, with my life, I’m a man who’s been on the run all day and I’ve never been with him.

“Amu, what are you thinking?” He looked at it and his eyes were dark, without emotion.

I bowed my head: “Go back to my brother, nothing. I’m sorry.

He used to lie like a good brother, whispering, “What’s going on today? I’m sorry.

When he asked, I understood what he meant, and fell down on his knees and asked for forgiveness: “Go back to my brother, today, the two sides of the house were jealous and killed, and the Emperor was incompetent. I’m sorry.

I kneel to his right foot, and I dare not lift my head, and I fear that he may go mad again.

He stopped with the hands of a taster.

I felt his hands slowly on my head.

He started to move very light, and then he felt like he had a good hand, and he kept touching my head like he was touching a puppy, and he said, “If you don’t listen, just kill.” I’m sorry.

I’m not gonna move. He’s gonna touch me if he likes.

“Do you want me to help you kill him? He was in a good mood and asked with pleasure.

I hesitated to look up to him and said, “But I love this face and ask my brother to spare his life.” I’m sorry.

Play dumb, play pathetic, play nice is three little tricks I’ve put together to deal with him.

May the eyebrows be astonished: “And what else does Zia know about love?” I’m sorry.

I nod my head: “Yes, brother, I really like him.” I’m sorry.

He suddenly took his hand over my head and smiled a little bit wider, and he was a little weird: “How about you let him live?” I’m sorry.

“Thank you, brother. I’m sorry.

“What do you say? I’m sorry.

We even stopped him, saying, “Boy, it is true that I am so jealous of those in my heart that the first of these people are jealous all day long, and if there is more fear, there will be chaos.” I’m sorry.

Let’s just say, “Oh, yes.”

I just grew a breath, and he reached out and grabbed my chin, and his eyes moved: “It’s really grown up.” I’m sorry.

I can’t talk, I can’t even speak.

“Go back to your place.” I’m sorry.

I ran away.

Two.

I came out of the palace and I fell down in the wagon, exhausted.

Every time he enters the palace, it seems like he’s in a ghost’s way. He likes to play with his heart.

I’m willing to be an infamous princess, but I don’t like being watched, not even having an inch of free space.

I look up at the sky, and the stars shine, and the night is wide and wide.

I suddenly think of Honolulu.

“Have you identified him yet? I asked the bodyguard outside the car to be anonymous.

I could not see his face, but I could hear the anguish and blame of his words: “A man who is incompetent and cannot find any news of him, and whose path is in doubt.” I’m sorry.

There are few in this world who cannot find out.

Suspected, suspicious.

The more suspicious it is, the more curious my brother will be, the more his dues will be, the more he will find out everything about her.

He has a great deal of patience towards those who are or are interested, and the fact that he will not kill before his interest disappears means that I have a moment of breathing.

I went back to my house and went to the yard under the palace.

There was no light in the yard where he lived, and the cold light of the moon was in the courtyard.

Good thing I put on a lantern.

I pushed the door open, and the moon was dark and the blood was so thick that I consciously called out. I’m sorry.

Don’t die!

No response.

So I walked to the bed, and it was with a weak light that I could see that there was no one left on it, and there was a blackness on it, and I could not tell what it was.

I was reaching out to see what it was.

And cold, a low and cold sound came from the ear: “That is the head.” I’m sorry.

And I shrunk back, and I was afraid to look at the things on the bed.

And the Qur’an will not know when he will stand behind me, and his voice will be light and low, as if he had been whispering in my ears, but with some kind of depressing, indifferent fatigue: “This is not the way of the head.” I’m sorry.

Crazy!

I looked at what was in my bed and tightened up the lantern in my hand: “What is that?” I’m sorry.

“Nothing. *He’s so close to me and suddenly reached out from behind and covered my eyes * I’m sorry.

I was covered in my eyes, but I was not deaf, and I heard him stretching out his other hand and holding something from the bed, and threw it out the window.

Listen to the sound of that landing, it’s like some kind of melon falling on the floor with a little juice.

I squirt.

It’s hard not to think much.

He clearly sensed my tremors, little of them, and the tone seemed to think that I was so delicate: “Didn’t I cover my eyes?” Why are you scared?”

I lived 20 years, and I grew up in a honey can before I was 13 years old, and the greatest sorrow and pain was my mother’s disease, which began to be refreshed by my brother after I was 13 years old, gradually accepted to kill, to receive blood splatters and to accept that life passed before me.

But today is the first time in life.

At the end of the day, I’m a waste princess who only eats and drinks.

I couldn’t help it.

He loosed his hand and covered my eyes, and I immediately tried to get out of here, running two steps and thinking of hearing the sound of a broken fall, and walking back and looking back at her: “How are you? I’m sorry.

The candlelight, which is not bright, only allows me to see half of his face, the other half in the dark, as if it were a ghost to take human life.

“The princess is not afraid.” I’m sorry.

I’ve been in my heart for a long time, after all, with that madman: “Who says I’m afraid?” I just came to ask how you’re hurt. I’m sorry.

“Oh, no. “The Honolulu has taken an exciting step and put out the lamp in my hand.

It’s all dark down and it’s back in the dark.

He seems to have bowed his head, and just above my head, he says, “Why don’t you call yourself the palace if you’re not afraid? I’m sorry.

“I’m not supposed to be in front of an outsider until I’m carrying a shelf and calling myself my palace. I’m sorry.

He was so close to me that I could smell a strange smell of blood mixed with herbs, not so bad, but addictive.

I wanted to step back, and he saw my move, and he took me in his arms and said, “Go again?” I’m sorry.

I looked up blindly, and I could not see his face, but I put my neck around him and said, “Who says we are leaving?” Stay away. I can’t move. I’m sorry.

His hand squeezed in the back of my neck, and he took a step back in a superficial manner: “Oh. I’m sorry.

This man, who has a very low level of confidence in the human being, even if I say not to go, he will squeeze my neck and keep me from running away.

“Do my head. I’m asking.

He smiled as if he heard a big joke: “Why?” You’re pretty confident. You really think saving me is what you’re gonna do? I’ll kill you. I’m sorry.

I’ve had a lot of experience in dealing with lunatics, and he’s not too much of a resistance, even if he speaks so loudly, but he’s lost his mind too.

As long as the way is good, the madman becomes a treasure.

And We took a quick step forward, and came straight into his arms, holding his waist tight, and covered his face in his chest: ‘Because I like you. I’m sorry.

By doing so, I stopped wishing to kill everyone.

I held him in my arms and wept so hard: “Big brother, I am the closest man in the world. I’m not leaving. You stuck me in the palace, so I’m not going to die in Kyoto. I’m sorry.

He killed indiscriminately in the blood months and threw his knife in my arms.

My actions shocked her, and she was unable to return to her eyes, and suddenly she started to laugh, and his tone was lazy, and she was a bit of a grotesque: “Damn, you have no heart, I should have killed you. I’m sorry.

Hiss.

This guy doesn’t follow the routine.

Is my tears worthless?

I wept a few times, and I was just about to say something, and I heard him say, “It’s best to have no heart, I’m your…”

And We pecked on his chin with the toes, to prove that I was not without heart: “Be my head.” I’m sorry.

And when he was stiff, he laughed: “A princess, your deception is so bad that no one will write what he wants on his face, too stupid.” I’m sorry.

And he dazzled me, and put me in my arms, dead, and my neck was choked by one hand.

He’s got a lot of power, like he’s waiting for me to struggle.

“What’s on my face? Want you? “I’m scared, but I’m honest.

Honolulu and my brother aren’t crazy types. He can’t be a fool.

I thought about it, and I remembered it.

I guess I wasn’t lying.

And suddenly he smiled like he was sick, and he rubbed his chin in my hair: “You’re covered in my face, and it makes me laugh.” I’m sorry.

“…or else you’ll strangle me. I’d rather die than be laughed at.

And then she smiled, and she strangled me by the hand of my neck, and she strangled my face, shaking, and said, “I can’t kill you. A beautiful woman like you should be a lantern.” I’m sorry.

I was scared by his words, and I had a goose bump.

Crazy, pervert.

It seems as if my tremors have been felt again, and it is strange to ask, “How can I be scared again?” I’m sorry.

Come on, he took a symbolic slap on my back, and he was lazy: “Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.

“I’m afraid of the dark. I’m not just shaking because of what he said, but I can’t stand the long darkness, and I’m like, “Put the light on.” I’m sorry.

He seemed to be dazzling, so I stood still and he went to find the fire.

Soon it found a fire, bending over to light up my lantern again, when the warm gill burst out of endless night, the light was clear again, and the laughter of the horn of the gilded mouth seemed like nothing: “A princess, what do you say? I’m sorry.

“Be my head. I said again, “Just think of it as a business. I’ll give you what you want. I’m sorry.

When his eyes moved, he looked at me, “Okay. I’m sorry.

“What do you want? I’m sorry.

I just asked the exit, and he covered my eyes again, and bit me on my neck: “I want this now.” I’m sorry.

Crazy!

III

“The princess is not the same as usual.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him, “What’s the difference?” I’m sorry.

And then he smiled at me and said, “The meat is sweeter.” I’m sorry.

I covered my neck in silence, leaning back, lest he bite me.

I look at my movements and laugh again, and laugh enough to squeeze my face, and my eyes are bright: “Do you really think I’ve eaten people?” I’m sorry.

There’s no truth in this man’s mouth!

“How could there be such a thing as you?” He took me in detail, as if he wanted to see my soul under my skin, and he said, “How can you be such an idiot?” I’m sorry.

“…do not speak as much as possible. I’m sorry.

“I can’t help it. * He held me long and sighs like he couldn’t kill me *

And his chin stomped on my hair, and he was in love with it, and then remembered what it was like to raise his head, and held my shoulder in both hands, and asked, “Will you be Emperor?” I’m sorry.

My first reaction was to feel his illness was hopeless.

The second response was sarcasm.

Spoiling the place?

It is clear that he is not a good cause to be killed among many princes.

He is not a good man, he is not a good monarch, but he is a good emperor to his own people.

No hard labour, no hard taxes, perfect laws, political clarity.

The main problem is the scarcity of corrupt officials.

Wishing to kill someone in bad mood, to kill him in bad mood, and to watch him in court from time to time, there are few remaining corrupt officials left in the long and long run, and the remaining officials will not be afraid to do anything wrong and will be tortured as soon as they are careless.

“I don’t want to be Emperor. I don’t mean anything. I’m sorry.

“Well, then be your little princess.” I’m sorry.

The darker the night, the light in my hand was about to burn, and I lifted up my arm and showed him my lamp: “I’m going back, it’s too dark. I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

And I was relieved, and he was cold, like a stone, not hot, and took away the temperature of the human body.

I took the light and I took the courage to walk out.

Just two steps away from me, the gnome rounded me up, and the shooting star walked out, “Close your eyes.” I’m sorry.

I’ve always understood what it means to be told to eat, so I close my eyes.

I was carried all the way back to the main house, where candles were never cut, where candles were bright, and where the light could be felt even if not open.

I opened my eyes and the maid at the door fell on her knees and closed the door slowly after we entered the house.

She placed me on a bed, and her eyes looked at me, and she said, “It doesn’t look like you’re losing face.” I’m sorry.

He’s got a lot of eyes, he’s got a lot on his head, he’s got a face, he’s got a face, he’s got a face.

And I rolled into the bed, and I wrapped it in my body, and I said, “Now that you have arrived, go.” I’m sorry.

“The princess is so heartless that he won’t let me spend the night with you? “Sweetly and slowly, untie yourself, kneeling half on the bed, staring at me with a taste.”

The white clothes inside him were also open, the collarbone was clear and the chest was strong, the abdomen were covered with white cloth, and the back leg was more visible and unattractive.

I hesitated or refused, but my face was burning. My mother says this is a kind of thing with a horse…”

He lays down straight down, grabs the covers from me, looks at me and looks at me with a sense of ridicule: “It’s a good idea. Your brother won’t believe it if you don’t show it to anyone. I’m sorry.

He was just teasing me!

No, I didn’t tell him anything. How did he know I was going to play for the brother?

I was just about to get up and I got back with his big hand, and he closed his eyes and he was lazy: “Sleep.” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Inside the palace.

And the candles will shake, and they will turn round the bells, and they will not fail, and they will grow in a quiet night.

A clean-faced woman sits in the middle of the temple with a biwako alone, with blood on her fingertips, but is afraid to stop for a moment.

Because on the other side of the bed there’s a madman who’s killing like a horse.

On the bed of the dragon, a woman with a plume sits on her knees with dignity, and prays that she lies on her lap, and that her delicate and pale face is tanned, with her eyes in her eyes, and her hands are squirting with a line of jade.

He lay so silently, without the deterrent of the emperor, as a male son of a great ill, and without any danger, that he might be loved and loved him unconsciously.

Who would have thought that a man like this, who doesn’t seem to be in the wind, would be the mad king who fears everyone today?

“Your Majesty. I’m sorry.

A young eunuch came in in haste outside the house, bending and walking, kneeling by the dragon bed, whispering, “The Lord Qin is here. I’m sorry.

It weakens, as if it were a speech, a string of hearts.

“Send him in. “You two go down.” I’m sorry.

They were both ecstatic in their hearts, but they were not afraid to reveal a little, to turn their backs, to walk out of the house.

When they came out of the house, they were relieved of their heavy burden and their feet were still a little soft, and the men who were waiting for them came up to help them and were ready to send them back to the palace.

And may three thousand of the queens be as beautiful as clouds.

I wish Ei-chul had never really been lucky for any of her wives, but when they were a beautiful setup, they were sometimes reminded of the fact that they had to play the piano all day and night, and could not stop without his orders, which was an unexpected form of torture.

Sometimes he was restless and kept a few concubines in a palace, gave them a knife, and whoever lived until the end could be promoted to rank, even to queen, a reward of millions, and a light mother.

At first, people were terrified, but there were those who became queens, and the long days and the people who survived were all red, and even began to look forward to sending them a knife, so that they could move on.

There will surely be a man of courage with great reward and the temptation of power, and it will be hard to resist.

Qin, who was waiting at the door, was so restless that he saw two people bowing, so cold: “See the Queen’s Lady, the Princess’s Lady.” I’m sorry.

The Queen smiled with a biblical smile, and was afraid of him, and just wanted to leave soon: “Your Lord Qin is polite and His Majesty is waiting for His Majesty.” I’m sorry.

“Good. * He’s so cold, he doesn’t look down the hall. *

May the sound of footsteps be heard and the eyes opened so that Qink could see the defeat of the battle and sit down with it. I’m sorry.

Qink’s face stinks and he kneels down, and his voice is so cold: “I am incompetent, I ask the Emperor to punish.” I’m sorry.

“The mountain king has escaped.” I’m sorry.

The founding father of Kang Guo-gyu has returned to life a good brother of his brothers and brothers, and he has fought together to make him a great man, to make him a king, a king of the mountain, a king of the seal, a king of the land, an undecided son of God, and a gold medal against death and to protect the children of the poster.

And the shadow of the mountain was the land of his first encounter, and He wished that he would carve out the shadow of the mountain for the king.

At first, two people were deeply emotional and believed that they would not betray themselves, but how could the family, who sits on the throne, have no fear of being self-serving and full of wings?

Qink’s face is even worse: “I waited for a half-way ambush, but I didn’t want the Qiang king to become a double, I went to the capital, and I set up an ambush on the outskirts of the country, but I let him run away. I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you find it? I’m sorry.

“It’s all searched. He slit his lips and knew the princess’s great place in his son’s heart, but he said, “There has been no news, except for the princess’s house, of the guards inside her house…”

May the thin lips be red, and the dazzling smile, and the beads in their hands be split apart, and the jade fall on the ground.

“My stupid sister saved the mountain king. I’m sorry.

He smiled, but the sound line was full of uncontrollable storms, and the dark eyes were filled with stormy rain.

Qink’s head is down, and he’s got a chill on his back from all the years he’s been rolling around in the bloody mountains.

And his Lord was bloodthirsty, and he was in a state of uncertainty, and every fury would be a river of blood, and its bodies would be scattered throughout the earth.

After a while, wish you the sword of the bed’s head, which has just taken one step, and suddenly remembers what you are doing.

He seemed to have a headache, staring at himself, saying, “She should cry again.” I’m sorry.

Four.

The next day, the sky will be covered.

I was woken up by the maids who suddenly pushed me in the door, and he woke me up with a blanket, and turned his back to me, and said, “Does not fear that the princess will cut off your head?” I’m sorry.

The voice of the maid of honor is shaking for some reason: “Slave to serve the Princess…”

“I will serve the princess.” I’m sorry.

I only feel my skin numb, and his mouth rises strangely, and his beautiful face is in the cold of silk, as if a ghost were wearing the skin of beauty to tempt me and took my life without realizing it.

And I was unable to turn him away, and his dark eyes were so glamorous that he would hold me.

The maids in the house remained on their knees, and I stopped and said, “Get out of here.” I’m sorry.

When everyone went out, he let me loose.

The maids would never have come in so quickly. They were the best servants in the palace, and they were sent not only to serve me, but also to watch over me for my brother.

This must be because of a wish.

What’s wrong with her?

“What do you think? “I can help you if you’re worried. I’m sorry.

“How can you help me? I’m sorry.

He opened his eyes and looked at me and said, “Kill those who worry you.” I’m sorry.

I wrinkled my head.

In the end, I am a mother and a fellow man, with no resemblance to him, saying that if I killed him, the other members of the royal family of the Kang would not have missed this opportunity, and I have fought with them, and I have worked hard, and I fear that it will be difficult after I have become the Emperor.

Besides, I don’t want to be an emperor.

Ever since she woke up, she has felt my long hair on the bed, probably looking at me frowning, squeezing my chin and frowning: “Don’t frown, don’t kill.” I’m sorry.

I took his hand off, I took his hair back, I sat out of bed, and I had no good air: “As if you could kill.” I’m sorry.

His skin was white and red, and he took his hand back, dressed like an innocent and innocent person, and said, “Alas, the princess is upset, the princess does not kill, nor does he know who can make the princess so partial.” I’m sorry.

If he hadn’t choked me to death last night, I might have been fascinated by his face, thinking he was the head of an Israeli affair alone.

I was laughing at him, and I looked at the past, and he said, “Today I’m getting jealous because I’m dying to be my face.” I’m sorry.

His eyes were dazzled and he opened his mouth with smiles, and with some threateningness: “I am not sullen, I am not jealous.” I’m sorry.

I was staring at him, and I swayed into God.

Well, she looks better than me.

I sat in front of the brass glasses and raised my chin at him: “Come here. I’m sorry.

His clothes were wide open, his clothes were drawn, and there were traces of blood dipped in his waist with white veils. He sat behind me, raised my long hair with his hands, and brushed his hair.

I meant for him to look at the red mark he had on my neck last night, and who knew he was combing my head.

I won’t stop him, let him brush my hair.

Does this guy have any obsession with hair?

“Forget it. Call the next man. “He was so impatient, he was so clumsy that he was going to brush my hair for a half-day, he didn’t go to bed, and soon he let go.

I looked at him and said, “Have you ever done this before? I’m sorry.

He was born with a good face, and he behaved lightly, and said not that he was good at debauchery, but I didn’t believe in any one.

“No one dared ask me to be her head, the princess was the first.” I’m sorry.

I remember what he said last night, and my heart was skeptical again: “I never knew who you are.” I’m sorry.

He didn’t change his face. I’m sorry.

It is not taboo to stop the princess’s carriage in the middle of the road and to kill with such skill.

Also known as Honolulu.

He is the heart and soul of my brother, and he is the famous murderer of the Quran.

“Admiral Princess, send the Emperor’s message to see Princess Zhaoyang immediately. I’m sorry.

The sound of the eunuchs coming in.

I was unconsciously looking at her, and her face faded and she let go.

I was walking to the door, trying to grab the door, suddenly feeling cold behind me, and I stopped in my head: “The palace has not been baptized, nor has it offended His Majesty, and ask the Messenger to wait a moment. I’m sorry.

Turning around again with a cold dagger in her hands, she took it with regret and said to herself: “What happened to her? I’m sorry.

I was afraid after a while that if I had just run out or called for him, I would have died before him.

“A moment, I’ll hold them off, you run away. I was careful to explore the path.

“Why run? You don’t want me to be your noodle? I’m sorry.

May Ei Ying have learned that the Mountain King is in my house and that it is only early to see if I am still alive.

It is possible that the Royal Forest Army has surrounded the Princess’s house, waiting for me to get out of the house so that he can ambush and kill him.

He didn’t seem to worry at all, even looking at me with interest.

I’m going step by step, stand in front of him.

“What are you afraid of?” I’m sorry.

I fear that the walls will have ears and will try to keep them down: “The Emperor will kill you.” I’m sorry.

It’s probably too funny that I’m nervous, and he’s like, “No one can let me die.” I’m sorry.

I was silent and did not resist.

Because he still has the dagger in his hand.

I looked at him, and there was a little bit of sympathy for the dead, and one day people said that we were in the same bed.

Besides, it’s a shame he died so handsome.

I stretched out my arms and held him slowly.

And it is only a small part of them that they may take advantage.

But he seemed so incomprehensible, he was so stiff, he wanted to get out of it, and I finally let him be.

I appeased the hernia, I took a jade from the dresser at random, and sprung a tumbled hair, and took the door to her complex eyes.

Without the Royal Forest Army I imagined, not even a guard.

There is only a messenger from the palace and a palanquin waiting for me.

I went to the palanquin, and I was wearing the clothes I wore yesterday, and I wandered to the palace.

A large number of women and eunuchs in the palace were rushing back and forth in haste, to a greater extent than a posterior.

We cannot help but ask the messenger of the palace: “What happened in this palace?” I’m sorry.

“Returning to the Princess, this morning the Queen of the Mountain came to Kyoto and the palace is preparing for dinner tonight. I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you inform me of the king’s arrival?” I’m sorry.

“The princess, who came to the Holy One’s promise, did not want them to have reached half a month earlier, and this morning, when the gate opened, the Queen entered the capital with a large number of papers, a BMW car, a place to go, a place to lay embroidered, and now the people of the city know that the Queen of the Mountain has entered the Kingdom, talking about His Majesty’s kindness and the way he was born. I’m sorry.

That’s why Ezekiel didn’t do it.

He missed the best chance to do it, and now that he’s here, he can’t do it.

I was shivering.

I was just worried that Honolulu would be poisoned by my brother, and that the person I fear should be myself.

May this man be avenged, and We destroyed his plan, and knew not how he would suffer.

I’d love to jump off the sedan now.

Five.

I still went to see Etienne.

He’s just down in the morning, waiting for me in the bedroom.

As soon as I entered the house, the palace people closed the door, and my feet began to soften and I slowly walked forward.

May Esquire lie on the bed, and the balance around the dragon bed makes me illegible about his face and how he feels now.

As we move forward, a familiar, dim, bloody smell lingers in my nostrils.

I fell on my knees slowly: “Sh. Juan.” I’m sorry.

His hand reached out of the veil and waved.

I was too busy to come over and kneel at his hand.

May Esquire slowly touch my cheek this time, and his hand is cold, so that he thinks his blood is cold, and when he touches my skin, it makes me shudder.

He doesn’t talk, his palms are on my cheek.

Brother. * I can’t hold it down, I can’t stop calling him. *

“Did you sleep well last night? * He has a low voice and a soft voice, like a soft dream at midnight *

I’m not moving, I’m not moving, I’m biting my lips, and I’m hesitant, “That’s fine. I’m sorry.

May his hand be moved with a great ease, and draw out the veil, and We see the blood of the stars on him in white, as if he were exhausted and lazily looking at me: Come. I’m sorry.

Meaning.

And he looked at me again, and he filmed the place that was empty and seemed to let me lie down.

I couldn’t hesitate to lie by his side, looking at his face without a face, whispering, “My brother, didn’t sleep well last night?” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. He responded loosely.

The more quiet he is, the more afraid I am, the more calm I feel before the storm.

The scent of dragon saliva mixed with the smell of blood, which was dazzling and made of a web of wonders that would trap me here for the rest of my life.

I’ve been waiting for him to be questioned, and I wish him that he really wanted to go to sleep and that his breath had calmed down.

And We looked on his side, and his skin was too white, and his lips were of no blood, and a sick, beautiful man was delivered alive.

It’s strange that I’m a mother and he’s only three points alike.

He had a small, small eye, a fine eye, a small eye, and a small eye, and he looked at man with a plentiful luxur and a cold, cold radiant feeling; but I bore an almond eye, far from his eyebrow.

There were doubts as to whether he was really his father’s bloodline, and the book called for the abolition of his Crown Prince.

That was his most vicious time, when several witnesses from his brother came to him saying that he had died in the temple, that he had been forced into blood and blood, and that the light of light had given his father a clean face, but that he had agreed to a blood test.

The atmosphere in the house is firm, and the sun is dark, and it stands straight on its back, as if it were a dead wood, and the wind is burning.

He had no face but refused to reach out to get blood.

The father was even more skeptical, repulsing him with his face and killing him for blood.

He was thin, and one man was caught by two guards, and I stood in front of him, weeping like a bead with a thread: “The Father! I don’t know if he’s my brother. I’m sorry.

“We are both dumb-mouthed men, and the mother and the mother have gone out early, and you, the father, have no choice but to take care of me and my brother, who are in the palace. We have no strong mother’s blessing, and we have to stand by each other’s commands, and we have to be left alone to insult the frame. Thus, today, my brothers humiliated my brother and humiliated him in public. I’m sorry.

Speaking of excitement, I wish to protect myself behind my back, and to draw out the sword of my guard around my neck: “Father, if you do not believe in my brother, that is to deny me, and the mother, and the child is unbelieving, so that I may be innocent of the two.” I’m sorry.

Come on, when I close my eyes and my heart is wide open, I’m going to be self-smuggling.

“Photo! “My father’s squealing sounded before the blade cut his throat, and my knife was taken from me, but my skin was cut and my blood was dipped.

May the sword of my hand be taken away from him, and his dark pupils stare at me, and their eyes are obscure.

My father, who has always loved me, has been in doubt in my heart, and has spoken with both blame and heart: “Well, stop it, it’s my father who has forced the princess, and your other brothers have no reason to say it. If there is doubt, so be it. I’m sorry.

I glanced at those brothers, a brutal and obstinate one, and I never liked me since I was a child, and I would never be better off as an emperor.

Or rather, a darker greeting.

I shed tears: “There is no evidence from ancient evidence, and there is a high risk that blood will be passed on, and if anyone tries to frame his brother, there is no way. I’m sorry.

“You mean we’re gonna hurt the Prince? The second brother asked a question.

I was just about to start a counter-attack, and I was just about to open my hand with a knife that had just contaminated my blood.

“Come on. I’m sorry.

That bowl of water dripped into the blood of the three of us and successfully mixed it together.

Other people are not well-looking, especially the second brother, who is extremely unconvincing, and who has determined that we have made other means, the cat for the prince, and the mad devil for the wild.

When I cried so hard, my father punished the second brother for three days on his knees in the house and for his sins.

Then to the King of Ezekiel, and to keep his brother and several mad dogs hungry for seven days in a cage.

I can’t help but feel a chill.

“How can the king think when he comes to Japan? I’m sorry.

He finally spoke of it, and I was ignorant: “I thought that the mountain king had come here because he admired his brother for his great work, and had come to see his brother, so that he could see the face of the sky. I’m sorry.

“How could he run into your house if he truly admired me?” I’m sorry.

I looked up to him in the face, and I blinked, and I tried to make myself as ignorant as possible. What is he saying?”

He looked me in the eye, and he didn’t want to tell me, or did I deceive him? I’m sorry.

I still can’t breathe, leaning on his side, cuddled him in his skirts, and whispering: “The mountain king has entered my house.” Are you telling the truth? I’m sorry.

“You said yesterday,” he turned around and said, “Do you know what you like now?” I’m sorry.

He changed the subject too quickly, and I didn’t respond to it all the time. I’m sorry.

“What do you like?” I’m sorry.

I can’t say it, but he’s waiting for my answer.

And We were half-wielding, and we said nothing, and wished that my hair would be rubbed in the face, and we would not ask.

“Your Majesty, Lord Qin is asking for your opinion. “and the longest-serving old eunuch in the land, who stood by the earth, humbled himself.

“Let him in.” I’m sorry.

I was just about to get up and get out of bed, but he held me down. And I looked at them, and their eyes swooped, “Listen here. I’m sorry.

Brother, after all I’m going to say, “I’m going to impeach you.” I’m sorry.

He’s got the same color on his face and a cold flash in his eyes: “No.” I’m sorry.

When Qinke entered the temple, he was strong and strong in his armor, and kneeled not far from the dragon bed. I’m sorry.

May Ezekiel be a little impatient: “What is it? I’m sorry.

At one point, Qincton was afraid to say that he had always been my brother’s favorite claw, and that he was as cold and determined as he had wished him, and rarely was so warm.

“In return, Your Majesty, the King of the Mountain… put ten miles of red makeup on the outside of the palace… and sent countless gold and silver treasures out of the street to the Princess’s house…

He can’t talk anymore.

I’ll take a breath of air, and I’ll look at the reaction of the hyena.

“Good, good.” I’m sorry.

Don’t take me with you!

Six.

The palace feast.

May I be replaced by a more luxurious dress. I have come to the table early when I have dressed, and three seats have been set up in the house. The President is the Emperor and the Mountain King, and I am sitting a little below.

May the Queen of Queens of Queens of Queens exchange too quickly.

And We have commanded him to move the table a little further away from his wish, after all, that he should be in a state where he would go crazy at any time, and I would not dare.

The concubines of the harem came earlier than me, sitting in His Majesty’s seat, and no one sat among themselves in peace, and the atmosphere was afraid to breathe, just to reduce its existence.

They are still silent and they are not moving.

For some time now, the eunuch’s sharp voice breaks the silence of the dead: “The Queen of the Mountain presents himself.” I’m sorry.

Everybody kneel down.

I got down on my knees, too, and I got a bow.

The king of the mountain, the king of the kingdom, kneels on his knees and on his parents, except that he does not have to bow to anyone, even if he is the emperor facing the whole kingdom.

The sound of men’s steady footsteps became clearer and stopped in front of me.

And he leaned down, his hands around my shoulder, and lifted me up, and We raised my head, and the smile of the hush was gleaming: “Why be polite, Princess Zhaoyang is the first beauty of Kang.” I’m sorry.

His voice is not small, and the whole temple echoes his voice.

The first beauty was my own. It was awkward.

And I made a false laugh: “The first time I saw you, Zoyang must not be rude, and the king of the mountains is overrated, and the beauty of the kingdom of Kang is like a cloud, and the women of the mountains are the worst of all, and Zoyang is no more. I’m sorry.

He touched his chin and said, “Why is it the first time he met and the princess talked to the king all night? I’m sorry.

I looked round.

He smiled even more.

I’m so mad. I’m so sick!

While all His Highness’s men are silent, they must listen to us both with their ears open.

“The king intended, the goddess didn’t care. I’m sorry.

I was laughing and shaking my head, and I threatened him with my eyes: “I think Breshan is mistaken.” Zhaoyang was not married, but the king of the mountains would have broken my marriage. I’m sorry.

He was just about to say something, but he was interrupted by the eunuch’s voice: “Glory! I’m sorry.

And We fell down on our knees again, laughing with the horns of their mouths, and standing in the shadows of the wind, with a little head.

“Get up. I’m sorry.

May the eyes of the Queen fall upon me and on the Queen, and his face remain soft, and he shall be humbled: “It is a great surprise to me that the Queen of the Mountain first came to Kyoto.” I’m sorry.

“The Emperor invited the king to come to Japan to surprise him.” I’m sorry.

I looked down and didn’t want to let the two of them get to me.

Since the king has not seen the king, and both of them are not normal, the hyena is a very sick pervert, and it’s certainly not good to have a relationship with a madman who kills without moving.

I’m in a lot of trouble, too.

“Mountain King, please take your seat. “I wish you a nice, nice voice, but I am the only one who can hear how hard he endures with his gentle and purified voice.

She did not respond immediately, but turned her head and said to me: “The Princess, you do not look like the Emperor.” I’m sorry.

I’m scolding you.

I looked him in the eye and warned him not to say anything. “The Queen of the Mountain knows something, and they say that my son is like a mother and that my mother is in a state, so my brother is handsomer than I am, not unlike me, but I am not as handsome as my brother. I’m sorry.

And he laughed like I said something funny.

I never understood his joke.

He is wearing a black, golden, wide-sleeved tuxedo today. He smiles enough, throws his wide cuffs and moves slowly towards the highest seat.

As soon as he went up the stairs, he walked, and suddenly took his best wishes with the utmost seriousness: “Your Majesty, the King has asked for one thing.” I’m sorry.

I’ve got a little twitch in my heart.

No, he’s having trouble.

I immediately stole from him and said, “It would be better for the mountain king to wait for the palace to have a private conversation with his brother. I’m sorry.

Hinnamon turned his head slowly, staring at me like a snake, and the cold felt all over me again.

I hope you don’t see emotion in your dark eyes, and you laugh softly: “The mountain king says no harm.” I’m sorry.

He turned his head with elegance, saying: “The King, Princess Ameru Zoyang, neither the King nor the Princess have ever been married, and only Princess Zoyang is worthy of being king’s princess.” I’m sorry.

When I heard him, my heart was going to stop.

Somebody shut his mouth!

I feel like I’ve been biting my teeth all over my face, and I haven’t touched my eyelashes: “It’s a good thing that I love my sister, but I’m afraid I can’t be a princess.” I’m sorry.

“Such a beautiful woman should be tender, and the king certainly does not mind. “It is not for the king to decide who will do it and not be a princess.” I’m sorry.

“Well, that depends on whether you want it or not. “I hope you smile and don’t hide your will to kill.”

Say, “Show me how you think.” I’m sorry.

Now I have before me two options, one of which is the emergence of an intriguing and unmanageable pervert, who has promised him to be his princess and who has since escaped from this cage, whose fate is unknown, and who knows what will happen to him if he loses his interest, with the possibility of skinning.

The other is that even when the blood moon is out of control, he will keep a little light and kill me, and I will continue to be trapped in the capital, making canary in cages, fearing his whole life, without freedom.

What do you think?

I chose my brother.

I say, “Thank you for the love of the mountain king, except Zhaoyang, who was a father and mother, and his brother, who prayed for the blessing of his brother, wishing that he would not live in the capital, and not be a wife, and that he would forgive.” I’m sorry.

She was not a regular person, she was rejected, she was not angry, and she laughed at me for no reason: “It is a shame that the princess is so much more fond of the king. I’m sorry.

May the eyes be softened, and the eyes are no longer fierce, and We have calmed down the fire: “The king of the mountains has always been a good man, and the king of the mountains has found a good man.” I’m sorry.

There is another reason why I reject her. If I had followed her out of the city, I would have gone mad on the second day.

I promised him I wouldn’t break my word.

As the Honolulus took their place and sat with His Majesty, they both smiled, and the palace feast finally began.

After a long period of time, the sun and red were completely immersed in the night from outside the house, and the light was still bright, and the singing and dancing were flat and peaceful.

I looked up, but I found her staring at me.

He looked at me with his eyes sewn in his eyes, and in the eyes of a fox there was a grotesque smile, as if there was something hidden in my eyes.

He softly moved his red lips and made an oral look at me.

I turned my head away from him.

He said wait for me.

VII

It was the night, when We were left in the palace, in the bedroom where I lived when I was a child.

It’s exactly what I’d like. I’m afraid that Qin will sneak into the princess’s house in the middle of the night.

Now that we have returned to the house where we have lived for many years, there is a sense in our hearts.

When I moved out of the palace in the hope of avoiding prayer, I had to take the whole palace away, and left no chair.

But when I came back this evening, I found out that I had been set up exactly the same as before, and that even the princesses and the books were set up in the past.

I hope so.

There was a row of short candles inside the house, and the warm yellow light filled the palace, soothing the hearts of the people in a silent night, and it gave me a sense of return.

On the night of the thirteenth year of age, the mother died, and his uncle and his family were destroyed in the night, and I did not know the murderer, and I began to fear darkness.

And may the euphoria set fire to all the short candles silently on every night I cannot sleep and sit by my side.

He never comforted me. He came to me just to deal with his father’s task to take care of me.

I can see that he hates my tears, hates my fear, hates my weakness.

Later, one night, I wished Ezekiel to put a sword around my neck and ask me whether I wanted to go with my mother or to sleep.

He mocked me and said that a weak man naturally had no courage to live and died.

I was angered by him, and I cried out against him, saying that he had no heart, no heart, and that he was a ghost who had come back.

But I have to say that his approach has been extremely therapeutic, and I must not allow my wishes to be despised by my courage and determination to live.

I will not cry day after day, nor be held back by the pain of separation, but I will rekindle to help each other in secret, to take over.

After all, I’m with his mother and my mother, and I’m proud and I’m losing.

I was thinking of God, and suddenly all the candles of the house were blown out of darkness.

I lay on my bed in a light bedding, and I rose up in the darkness and ran away with my girl.

It’s gotta be a nymph!

I just ran two steps, and I was pulled over and thrown back into bed.

The moonlight outside the window is bright, coming in through the cracks, and the murky face is white, and the dark, dark eyes are staring at me with interest.

“The princess told me to look. He talks like a bitch.

The people of the outside palace heard a movement and asked outside the house, “Are you all right, Princess?” I’m sorry.

When I was about to cry out, I saw the dagger in her hands, and her voice shivered: “It’s all right, my palace is going to fall asleep, far away. I’m sorry.

“Don’t call yourself a palace.” I’m sorry.

I’m so close to him now, so big in bed, and I shrunk in, and I said, “Do you think the mountain king is going to break into my bedroom at night just to say something? You and I were just a deal. I saved your life. You’re my leader. You don’t have to be my leader. I’m sorry.

I think I made myself clear.

“The princess provoked me first, and then broke up with me.” I’m sorry.

He stood up and laughed and was good, but his eyes were black: “Good.” I’m sorry.

His voice was particularly negative in the cold night.

“It’s wonderful. I’m sorry.

I don’t understand why he’s acting like he’s been humiliated, sitting up on the table and holding his neck, arguing with him: “What makes you think I’m going to marry you?” I can’t see the least of your heart, and you don’t like me at all, and I’m sure you’ll marry me as if it’s just fresh, and then I’ll be left behind. I’m the princess of Kang, not a puppy and a cat that you can handle, and you will never be your bitch! I’m sorry.

His dark eyes were staring at me, and I saw a little light in his eyes.

He fell down on his knees, kneeling half on his bed, holding his arms on my side aggressively, against my eyes, with little seriousness: “Do you like me?” I’m sorry.

The night is cold, as if a cold wind had blown through my neck, and it kindled my heart.

“I don’t know what I like. I’m sorry.

I looked at his bright eyes and said, “What does it matter?” Do you know? I’m sorry.

He turned his back and left without turning his head.

I’m sorry.

He met an idiot.

There are fools in the royal family.

That’s rare.

May Ezekiel’s sister be so precious that she can be so brightly protected.

It’s a shame this idiot refused to marry him.

And the Qur’an straddled in the great palace, and turned round and round.

His house is not as bright as the House of the Visible, ever dark as night and night.

How can he be exposed to the sun when he does not rejoice and is always a beast in darkness?

When he wanted to meet him for the first time, she came to him with a beautiful face, a bright eye, a light and a smile to ask if she was a dump.

He’s silent.

She is indeed the brightest and most beautiful person he has ever met.

It’s beautiful.

As bright as the sun stood before him.

Wish Ezekiel his heart was ready to kill him, and he also wanted to come to Kyoto to wish him the same madman.

Whether he was on the other side of the road or was ambushed, and he was seriously wounded into the city and stopped a carriage, which was the one in which he was the beloved sister.

He was going to kill her and make a difference.

Somehow, he failed to do so and fell on a man of light.

Instead of hiding, she held him in her arms in great measure.

Once again, she sits on her side, with bright eyes waiting for him to wake up, full of joy and joy.

Hmong-hoon was in a very complex mood, but in the end he did not intend to kill her.

Because the most beautiful woman has lost her life, it is only a skin, and the beauty of life lies in her life, and that beauty is good in her.

Even if she had other plans.

If she wants to, he can kill a nasty wish to make her king.

And then lock her up and make a beautiful canary.

Who knows she’s scared, a pretty little face is twisted and running away.

He had a wound, but he laughed.

Without the disgusting and devious breath of the royal family, she was as timid as a rabbit with no heart.

It’s the kind of person who can’t afford to be happy.

It was only that she had too many annoying eyes, and since her departure he had raised his sword to kill one after another.

The killing was a good one for him and he was trained as a knife to clear his house.

Unfortunately, he was born a bad man who couldn’t take his master’s life and had to cut his arm off.

She came back when the moon rose high, with a bright lamp, and cried out to him in horror, and turned her to the edge of the bed.

In fact, he had several bodies piled up at his feet, but too dark to see at all, just walking towards the bed.

He covered her eyes.

He used to have a rabbit, scared to death by his second brother.

He’s been in pain for a long time.

He didn’t want Tomingya to freak out.

It’s really timid to wish Ming Zheng, but his eyes are shaking.

Even so, she insisted on coming back and asking him how he was hurt.

He did not want to tear it apart because she was afraid to see the bloody and disgusting situation outside, nor did she want to see the bodies in the corner of the room.

He put out her lanterns.

I can see her without light.

She shines in the dark.

His brightness is in the night.

She held him and said she liked him.

She lied to him, nothing true.

But her arms let him warm in the cold.

It’s been a long time since he was held so warm.

So he kind of misses being human.

For the first time, he had seen such a clumsy lie, which he had been able to tear down, and he had sought his death with frustration.

It’s kind of stupid and cute.

She is afraid of the dark, so that the light shall fear the dark, and the darkness shall not belong to her, and to him who is struggling in the dark ditch like this.

It is therefore the wish of Ezekiel that he will not let go and that she will die.

Their brothers and sisters are so weird that they wish to control Ming and to wish Ming his heart to get out of control and to fight each other, but no one wants to die.

He thought that he would ambush him, but that he would probably love the sister, fearing any accident, and abandoning the siege in the Princess’s house.

Hmong-hoon regretted that he had wanted to kill her when she left him.

But she turned back and told him to run, and his eyes were full of worries.

Why didn’t you run?

If she ran away, he wouldn’t be so upset.

She does not know what she likes, but she has a body that attracts his glory, a moving eye and a light to drive away the darkness.

Time was stagnating while she was luminous.

A thousand years.

He shouldn’t have seen such a person.

He would want to possess the light, he would no longer adapt to darkness, and he would like to turn it into a light in his hand, a fire in his heart, so that he could feel alive in it.

He knows what’s like.

He’s had feelings.

VIII

The following day, when I returned to the Princess’s house on my own initiative, the close-to-body told me that there were seven or eight dead bodies in the courtyard where Honolulu lived and that they had been disposed of by the saints.

No wonder they were so scared in the morning.

It’s a good thing that now the Honolulu won’t come to me again and there won’t be a day like this.

That’s what I’m thinking, but I can’t stop thinking about it.

He thinks I’m stupid, but he’s too smart. I can’t fool him, but he can fool me easily.

His eyes were like the pain of struggling from hell to get back to Purgatory.

I strangled myself.

My life was hard enough to save him.

“The Princess, Master Shaw, demand to see. I’m sorry.

Xiao Qi was the first to come to me. He was the son of the sinners, who entered the clear court as the lowest-class prostitute. When he first met him, he broke the siege of the people and kneeled before me to save him.

It’s also for me to save people, and it’s for her.

Damn it!

I am not aware of her, and I am not aware that she has gone into the house, and I am not humbled: “I have seen the Princess.” I’m sorry.

I leaned on the Queen’s chair, and returned to it: “What is the matter of looking for my palace? I’m sorry.

Xiao Zhou came to me and swung my shoulder so sweetly and with a warm voice: “The princess has been working so hard lately, has not been able to attend to the affairs of the capital, and has heard of yesterday’s new guest in the palace…”

I loved it most in the house, and he was understanding and did not cause me trouble, so I gave him the administration of the backyard.

I didn’t know whether or not he had brought it up at the time, but I got in trouble, and I was like, “No, he’s gone. I’m sorry.

“Yes, there is one more thing…” he said, “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.

“Just say it. I’m sorry.

“The Emperor and the Princess, who sent many bride price yesterday, have no idea what to do with these things. I’m sorry.

It’s the shin again.

I’m tired of saying, “All of it.” I’m sorry.

“Yes.” I’m sorry.

“When it comes to the Queen of the Mountain, do I recall a rumor about the Queen of the Mountain? “I don’t know why he had to bring up the nymphs and say it with interest.

And I didn’t care about him, either. I thought I listened to the gossip and kept my eyes closed. I’m sorry.

“The princess knows how the king of the mountains was chosen.” I’m sorry.

I shake my head, it’s all about standing up and doing something.

“The strong have always been the best, so their choice of the Crown Prince is even more strict, not only because of their skill, but also because of the need to sharpen their hearts to serve the country, and because of the need to sharpen their hearts as rock. I’m sorry.

As I know, the family of past mountain kings has few and few children, threatening the royal family to prevent it from flourishing.

But the next thing he said I didn’t know, “The last step is to complete the final transformation of the elected Crown Prince…”

He smiled with great pleasure, evening his hand on my shoulder and deliberately sold it.

I was able to get interested and look him in the eye: “What? I’m sorry.

“To destroy humanity. I’m sorry.

I’ve never heard of it, but I’ve never heard of it. I’m sorry.

Shaw’s hand was cold, he touched my neck, and his voice was slow: “It’s simple, his hands and his feet are different…”

Before he said anything, I said, “What is this?” I’m sorry.

The words of Xiao Xiao are flat and a few cruel: “The winner will be the last to be king after his hands and feet have been broken.”

“Kidnapping. I’m sorry.

I can’t help it.

“Anyone who must have love in the world, parents, relatives, friends, lovers or even beloved servants… can neither have it, nor kill them all, to prove that they truly destroy humanity. I’m sorry.

And I think very carefully that there is something strange that I saw when I was a little boy, that he was strong and in his prime, and that he would not suddenly die, even after a few years.

As soon as Shaw had finished, the maid came in in a hurry: “The princess, the king of the mountain!” He’s…”

“Not seen. I said, “Just say I’m sick.” I’m sorry.

My voice has just fallen, and Honolulu has walked through the temple door: “The king must visit.” I’m sorry.

Today, the nymph will be changed to a white dress, and the dust will be cooled out, as the heavenly wonders.

The eyes of a necrophagus fell on the face of the depression on the ground, without the elixir of the fair, but with the breath of the king, and with the strong air, the smile on his face gradually became strange, with a very murky smile, and with a heavy ecstasy: “Get your hands off, you can choose a way to die in a moment. I’m sorry.

His voice was like a poison knife with a chilling death.

I looked back and looked at the ship and said, “It’s just me, so go down!” I’m sorry.

Shaw knew it was wrong, looked at me in depth and then turned away.

And We looked at him, laughing, and swooped at him: “If you come, leave him alone.” I’m sorry.

Hsiao-hyun eats it, coolly fades from him, and comes to me with a big step, and passes with a slump.

Shaw came out of the temple.

And I’m not feeling too good.

He was mad, and he stood before me, and his eyes were on me for a while, then he grabbed my chin and bit me in the neck.

This time, he’s completely different from the last bite, and this time he wants to leave a mark on me, a lot more painful than the last one.

“You’re crazy!” I was angry.

When he heard it, he rose up again and looked down at me, and his eyes were dark: “Didn’t the princess ask me to come?” I’m sorry.

I know that he is a great man, that the guards in my house can’t beat him up with a dozen dozen, and that they may cause a riot in Kang’s country. I’m sorry.

As soon as the sound of Our speech fell, so did the pupil’s eyes shrunk, and took a step back, as if he were a great enemy.

My words are like a flood beast that scares his soul and loses his eyes, as a corpse stands still.

I don’t understand what I said to shock him so much. Is that because I told him to disagree?

When I was about to call him back, his eyes were clear and red.

“Are you all right? I was whispering.

It is rare to see such a fragile look, a desire for and unwillingness to submit, a complex look with a warmer eye, like a mad believer who longs for God’s protection, but selfishly wants God to have mercy on him, and a new hope after despair.

And his face is full of restraint.

It was before God had blessed him and before the flame of hope.

You have to suppress a manic mind.

He must be out of control and unprepared now, otherwise I cannot read his mind easily.

“Does the princess have no face?” I’m sorry.

Nine.

“No, you killed one and I have ten left. I’m telling the truth.

My honesty smiled at her, and her face was twisted: “Well, well, it wasn’t hard to kill. I’m sorry.

“The mountain king is proud of himself. I looked at him, “You and I are out of business, and you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Give me a seat.” I’m sorry.

“No, no. “I simply rejected him.

“No problem.” I’m sorry.

“I will make the princess beg for me. I’m sorry.

Why am I messing with crazy people?

The thing I regret most is for him to be my face, to set it on fire, to burn my skin open, and I couldn’t help but: “What do you want?” I’m sorry.

And he whispered, and grabbed my chin, and fell down on his face, and strangling, and bit my lips gently, and then fell down a kiss like a dragonfly.

Honolulu.

There is no law, no discipline, no control, no restraint and no predictability.

He was like a violent hurricane that struck, causing great damage and then quickly left with irreparable wounds.

He shouldn’t have.

He returned to his place without waiting for my reaction.

“You’re crazy! I was so angry, so ashamed and so angry that no one since I was a child had dared to give him a slap, “Go back to your mountain and go mad. I am Princess Kang, not your concubine in the palace! Don’t be so mean to me if I don’t wish you the best of the two of us, I’m going to tear my face apart for the sake of my brother and punish you! I’m sorry.

I’ve been using a lot of force, and my voice’s coming out.

He left a red handprint on his white face.

He is silent, and he is not angry, but he is silent against Us.

When I looked at him with my neck, I went mad and went mad and died, even though I feared death.

Then my eyes fell down and my eyes were in my hands, whispering, “Does it hurt?” I’m sorry.

He reacts to me for a while and I have to look at him with vigilance in case he stabs me.

He took the dagger silently.

I moved back a little and quickly thought of how to get out of his hand.

“If you’re angry. * And his eyes were * * and his eyes were covered with thick eyelashes * * and a little shadow was cast at him * * Just cut me out * I’m sorry.

Come on, he shoved that silver dagger in my hand, and he didn’t look at me.

And I carried the dagger, and I cried and laughed, and threw it back: verily thou art ill, and return with thy dagger. I’m sorry.

“Why don’t you?” And he’s staring at my red hand, “so that it doesn’t hurt.” I’m sorry.

His face was not false, but his voice was not sincere, and his desolation was gone, and he stood before me in peace, and his mind only cared for my hands.

Suddenly I wonder, does he really destroy humanity?

Perhaps it is not difficult for him who has never loved him before to have his own loved ones.

Honolulu gave me the dagger.

I see the dagger in my hand, made of silver, with several blooded rubies.

Beautiful dagger.

“I killed my whole family with this dagger. He said it very quietly.

His eyes were calm, and his tone was unchallenged. Indeed, as he had said on a ship, those who had gone up to the throne were those who had destroyed humanity.

“This is my brother’s 14-year-old birthday gift. I’m sorry.

My throat seems to be blocked by cotton, and I can’t talk, but I can’t tell.

“You like it. He took his hand back and looked at me, “Here you go. I’m sorry.

Come on, he turned around and left.

After he left, I looked at the dagger in my hand, which reflected a strange light and was about to bleed, as if it was difficult for its owner to imagine and to crush his pain.

Moon stars are rare.

I went back to the palace.

This day, I wish Eden had gone mad again, killing all my slaves and guards who had served me last night, and sent for me to enter the palace.

And this time, there was a heavy guard around my bedroom, and every five steps there was a guard who could not make it clear, except that he should enter and not leave, and those who entered would be examined several times.

I lay on the bouquet playing with that silver and white dagger.

May Ezekiel know that last night’s halo entered my palace, and today he has locked me in the palace like an enemy.

I put the dagger aside.

It’s nice to see you again.

And suddenly the gate was pushed and We sat down with a sound.

You don’t have to look.

May the white dress be replaced with a long, cold-white hand with a bunch of black beads, with a light eyelid and a slow step towards me.

I got down on my knees: “Sh. Juan.” I’m sorry.

When he was born, he was sent to the Buddhist Monument for 16 years because he was considered to be a bad person, and he was naturally contaminated with Buddhist Monuments, wearing beads on his wrists and reading the scriptures in silence.

Unfortunately, no matter how much the scripture is recited, no matter what, he can’t keep his breath down.

Stand before me in silence, and the hand of a bead gently falls upon my head, but under full pressure.

“Why didn’t you go with him?” He’s as cold as ever, making no sense to anyone, but I heard a cold, hidden kill machine.

As I said, “The Queen said that he would stay with his brother for the rest of his life, and that Queen would never let him go.” I’m sorry.

My answer to that question made him particularly happy, unhandled and went straight to the bed.

And I pray to He that I shall be with him every time he is ill.

At first I sat by the bed and watched him.

Then he pulled me to bed.

I rose up behind him and today he killed so many more people that the blood smelled over his wrists, and the sweet smell of blood mixed with a fragrance of wood, so that people could lose their minds.

After years of repairing the Buddha, he would not have made him so cold and uncontrollable at times.

It is only now that I realize that it is as if I was the only person in this world who can barely contain him.

I’m the lock of the hyena.

Upon departure, the flood beasts were released to make the world live.

I am Princess Kang, so I can no longer long for freedom and love for normal people.

May the Ezekiel have fallen on the bed, waiting for me in half, and his face is tender.

And I lay down to the hymn with my back, and he opened his mouth: “Smash, turn around.” I’m sorry.

I turned my face against him.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, “Do you want to go back to the palace?” I’m sorry.

Today’s candle fire in the bedroom was replaced with a night bell that could not be extinguished, and the whole house was filled with cold and white light, and his face was made whiter, and his dark eyes looked at me.

And We stretched out his hand over his bright eyes and whispered, “Birth.” I’m sorry.

“Sleep. I’m sorry.

And his thin lips dazzled, and he said nothing.

I’m sorry.

It is only when the people around you are asleep that the eyes will be opened.

And the night bells in the house shall send out eternal cold light, and they shall not be extinguished.

He knew that Ming was afraid of the dark, so he knew this morning when the guards came to report.

May the bells of the bells in the hand of the Qur’an quell the tumultuous thoughts in their hearts.

The father gave the soldiers to Ming, simply to restrain him with his clear hands, and he let the old man do some tricks, thinking of his own good, unlike those of him who were so insensitive and cold, and did not want to do evil with military power.

It’s just that the old man didn’t know what to say to her before he died and scared her to look up to him.

And on the day when Ming Jian was removed from the palace, he saw her leaving, and turned her back, so that she was relieved of her burden.

May the grave of the old man be dug up overnight.

He was not afraid of the Dark Mountain, but his sister, who was kind in heart and did not wish to fight in the country, would not give up his army so that he could destroy it.

So now we can’t kill Homogene.

May Ezekiel be at the Temple for many years and wait for years to return to the palace, and now he is extremely patient and waiting to be with him willingly and willingly.

Ten.

I woke up and wished Ezekiel had gone, and I found myself sleeping at noon.

I have a bunch of beads next to my pillow, and it smells so good.

We wrapped his beads around his wrists.

Last night was a nightmare in which I dreamt of a long, undreamed father and mother, and an uncle, who warned me to stay away from the prayer, but no one stayed with me. I cried out in my dreams and begged them to stay, but I was left alone.

The father-in-law had been accompanied by his father, three of whom were young and young. After the father-in-law had married, his father-in-law left the army and remained in the frontier for a long time, when the father-in-law had taken over the throne and declared him a general protector of the land.

The mother was seriously ill, and he was taken back to Kyoto at night in defiance of the holy decree. He returned to the palace on the night of her death. The mother returned to the palace at the end of the night, and the mother stood up to see him. I asked the father to forgive his uncle, who refused to see me in the palace.

Then the fire in the country’s uncle’s house lit the night in darkness.

And We desire to go with them in the fire.

I wish I had died in my arms.

I cried to faint and he took me back to the palace.

I dreamed that the fire would spread from my mother’s mother’s house to the palace, and that the father and mother would be consumed alive.

I had the tacit feeling that, while I was in deep pain, a pair of cold hands slowly swam away my tears, appeased me a little bit and dispelled a long suffocating dream.

As I was in a nightmare to save my hands.

They all left me, except for a half-crazy and half-devil.

But I was asked to stay away from the rest.

I remember him last night, he wanted me to move back to the palace.

“Ming Dynasty. ‘I wish Idumi had come to the door of the temple and stood against the light and called me.’

I can’t see his face, he’s just about to bow, and he’s already gone, “Don’t be polite. I’m sorry.

May the eye of the eye be humbled, as if it had not rest, and the white face had become whiter, and he looked at my wrist, and looked at me with a breeze: “You shall return to your house after your lunch in the palace.” I’m sorry.

I do not know how he intended to take away the beads on his wrist, and present them to him in his hands, and draw down his head: “Return to his brother, after his lunch, and then return to his house to take care of his affairs, and then return to the palace and stay with him for a long time.” I’m sorry.

May the ebrael not speak, and I cannot see him, but look at him secretly.

He looked like he didn’t want me to leave behind.

And he reached out with his hand, and the long finger of his bones mentioned the beads. I was about to withdraw my hand, but his other hand held my wrist hard, and put the beads on my wrist without saying.

“I’ll wait for you at night. “To the sound and sound of the voice of the voice, which is calm, but whose grip on my wrist reveals how he feels right now.”

The palace people have come to give me food and a toast.

I haven’t eaten alone with him in a long time.

Last time he was the new king, he was tough, he killed a number of rebellious people, and he sentenced him to death. I remember what my father said to me, and I was very afraid that he would hate me and avoid him with great care every day. Even when he was seen, he would never look up and look at him more. I could not stand the day of fear and dared to propose to move to the princess’s house.

There was so much anger on the body that he had just executed a son of his own, so he swiped his hands and turned his head, “Do you really want to get out of the palace?” I’m sorry.

I was afraid: “My father built me a princess’s house before I was born, hoping that my son would live in peace in the princess’s house, and that she would not fail his father’s wishes, let alone cause trouble to his brother.” I’m sorry.

There was only Me and I, and He began to wipe his sword, and he did not speak. When I fell on my knees for as long as I could not hold him back, he turned his back, and saw nothing: “Good.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think he’d promised so much pleasure and surprisedly taunted Shane, “Thank you, brother.

“It’s lunchtime, stay. I’m sorry.

If I do not say it, it will be blocked, but it will be suffocated. I’m sorry.

I was scared of the meal, and there were people out there who rebelled, and the sound of the blades and the sound of the killing was as loud as the sound, and I was too scared to move.

It was not until dark that silence was slowly restored outside.

And Qinke’s armour was red red, and he removed the sword from it, and he entered the temple with a giant star: “Supreme King, the traitor has been killed in his place of duty in the 21st place of worship. I’m sorry.

May Elmo be our brother.

I’m shaking. Isn’t that an example?

Since then I have never had lunch with Eiyan.

It seems today that if Ezekitra really wanted to kill me, he would have let me leave and would have been killed on the road by the rebels.

I’ve come to think of it, and I’ve seen a little more moving in my eyes.

He’s still thinking about brother and sister.

“I don’t like these foods.” I’m sorry.

“like like. * I’m too busy to be angry. *

Today’s toast looks good. It’s probably the lunch that suits him. It’s a reward for today’s cooks. It’s a reward for the palaces.

Back in the Princess’s house, I was just trying to call all the heads, but I found Shaw in the yard.

There was no one in the courtyard, and he was standing alone in the grand courtyard, like Matsuda, and he saw me, and he made a long way from me.

I went over there and lifted him up, and I said, “How can I wait here on a single boat?” I’m sorry.

He smiled: “I came this morning, but the princess is not here, so I wait here.” I’m sorry.

I went to the temple, and he followed me behind him and closed the gate.

It is this day a strange fragrance that We have never heard.

“What’s the matter with you?”

The sound of Xiao’s voice is clear, as a spring sounds, and it’s very gentle: “Recently, everyone has been saying that the king of the mountain is asking for a princess, that you will marry a princess, and that you are going to marry a princess, but you do not believe it, but you are afraid to believe it, and there are a number of people in the house who are chewing their tongues, outside of the house, but outside, the whips are too long to be dealt with, and there is a real damage to the princess’s reputation. I’m sorry.

He looked like he had nothing to do with evil, and he was so worried about me that he had been in charge of some petty things in the Princess’s house all these years, and I looked at him and said, “I’m moving back to the palace. You’ve been with me all these years, and so have others. I’ve prepared for you enough for the rest of your life to eat and eat, if any.”

The face of Xiao Xiao’s boat changed sharply, and he snapped my wrist and broke my words: “Is the princess going to drive me away?” I’m sorry.

And when he was out of control, I tried to appease him: “If you want to enter the throne, I can arrange for you everything, and I will not let you down, or I will help you with whatever you wish.” I’m sorry.

“Huh. “Strew down, smiled, the sound turned cold, and I knew. I’m sorry.

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

And he looked, and his eyes were red, and he said, “No matter what I do, you will not look at me much.” I’m sorry.

I frowned, and drew my hands back: “What makes you think that I’ve got you out of the air and asked you to pretend to be my head, and that you haven’t been a little timid and polite for years? I’m sorry.

The hand of Xiao’s canoe hangs in the middle of the air, and slowly turns into a fist. I’m sorry.

“You’re only a few days away from saving the mountain king, and you’re going to abandon me for him? I’m sorry.

And the pompousness of the past and the laughter of the charades: “A man as timid as a princess on a day, who heard the past of the mountain king, and was not afraid of anything, must have been very moving.” I’m sorry.

The more he says, the more I say, the more I say, “What’s the matter with him?” I’m sorry.

“Shaw, get out of here. Calm down. I’m sorry.

I don’t want to talk to him anymore, back off.

He shuts his mouth and he refuses to leave.

And the scent of the house dazzled me, and I walked towards it: “Get out, the palace shall rest.” I’m sorry.

And suddenly his voice was ringing behind his back: “I know that the princess will not look down upon a lowly man like me. I’m sorry.

“When I was in the Queen’s Land, I had seen the means of men’s tricks, the most powerful of which was called love, which was poisoned by the night before, and when they opened their eyes again, they fell in love with the first person, without pain or injury, and without any knowledge of them. I’m sorry.

And I turned and looked at him, and he was stunned, and his eyes were filled with cold hatred, and he looked at me with sarcasm, and turned up his mouth: “The princess, when she opened her eyes again, I thought you would be filled with me.” I’m sorry.

I tried to get out, but he stopped me.

My consciousness is getting blurred and I can’t scream, and he will take me from my waist to my bed.

Eleven.

When I woke up again, I didn’t open my eyes, I didn’t have any clothes on my body, and I put my hanging heart down and I continued to pretend to sleep.

It is quiet inside, and the dripping of water on the ground is so clear.

That strange scent is faded, but it smells familiar blood.

I would also like to hear where Shaw is at this time, but I can’t help but be touched by one hand.

I’m still not moving.

He was right in front of me. I didn’t even feel his breath.

The master of his hand seemed to have seen my disguise and smiled, and then the familiar voice sounded: “Princess, open your eyes.” I’m sorry.

When did you get here?

“Why are you here?” I’m sorry.

“My guards say that the heads of your yard are gathered here waiting for you to fall in love with that stupid thing so that they can do whatever they want. “How can a princess love a fool like that?” I’m sorry.

They came together to frame me.

“There are many guards in our house, how can they hide from everyone, even more so from my brother. I’m sorry.

He replied without heart: “He was killed this morning by my guards, and the guards in the house were bought long ago by your friends, and there was no effort to harm you.” I’m sorry.

Say, “His hands have swung in my eyes, and my guards say, ‘You are among those who move.’ I’m sorry.

“To Ming Jian, open your eyes. I’m sorry.

I don’t believe in the effect of this. I warned myself long ago when I lost everything. I didn’t need anything else but to live.

It is difficult for me to be in love, and I have no courage to be in love and no freedom of choice.

He lowers his voice, with irresistible magic.

But I still close my eyes.

I’ve been restrained my whole life, like in a cocoon, and the necrophagus is like a bloody hurricane, coming and going, with enormous destructive power, as if it could violently destroy all my frames.

I asked him, “Do you feel pain? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t see him, like the night I wanted him to be my face, he covered my eyes and didn’t want me to be afraid.

And I touched his hand in an exploratory way, and found him not resisting, and held his hand slowly: “I hid the dagger you gave me.” I’m sorry.

“If you don’t care, why is it so painful to look at the dagger? I’m sorry.

Her hands are cold, and the whole man is trapped in an unknown silence.

My voice echoes in the temple: “If you were a madman, you would not have suffered.” I’m sorry.

“Alas, you’re not. I’m sorry.

I do not know whether I am talking to him, or whether I am saying to myself, “You want me to love you, or you want to love me, but you want to be free from this torment.” I’m sorry.

He is different from Ezra, who is sick like a madman who was crushed by great pain, and paralysing himself to accept it, almost out of control, into the abyss.

My hands were held back, my bones were in pain, and I laughed, “To Ming, do you know what destroys humanity?” I’m sorry.

And I did not speak, and he said, “When your first ancestor proclaimed the former father of the Honolulu family as the king of the mountains, his ancestor was deeply grateful for His Majesty’s kindness and laid down the rules for the preservation of your family, and he was deeply grateful for His Majesty’s kindness and allegiance to His Majesty, and should have no mercy other than those who were loyal to Him, and therefore cut off his desire.” I’m sorry.

And suddenly his voice became cold, and with it was cold: “You are wrong, I will not suffer.” I’m sorry.

His words had just fallen, and suddenly there had been a sword-and-sword fight outside the door, and I was shocked to hear his eyes open, but I was dying.

The Queen sees my patience, and the other hand squirts my lips softly with his finger: “Princess, open your eyes.” I’m sorry.

He wasn’t in a hurry. He used to tease me.

And a loud sound, and the door was thrown open.

And I wrangled my head, and I sat up, and my eyes were covered, and I fell back on the bed.

“Let her go. “I wish you a smooth tone, but the sound is slightly incomprehensible.

I suddenly felt it was okay to hear the voice of the wish.

I’ll be there for whoever I see.

Sitting by my side, He covered me all in my arms: “You are late, and those who come late have no chance to speak.” I’m sorry.

I hope that Ezekiel will finally stop being patient and that he will say, “Death.” I’m sorry.

“Will you open your eyes and see how I killed him?” I’m sorry.

HYDRA is confident, as if it was ready.

The last time he was hunted down by his brother, he will certainly not make such a mistake again, and he is now waiting to use it as a pretext to wage war.

If the war goes on, the country will be in a state of chaos, not to mention the Hungarians, who have been responsible for fighting the border for many years, and who will take advantage of their vanity and step south.

They’re desperate lunatics.

I’m not.

My father asked me to guard the kingdom of Kang and to guard her family’s Jiangshan. The mother taught me to be a royal family, to have a loving heart in the world. My uncle warned me that I should live in the world, so that I could live in peace.

Vance, I’m locked in.

He was at my feet, and I opened my eyes, and he was smiling at me, and his eyes were burning.

I looked at him with no special feelings, no strong love, much less a long-term vision of him, as he said.

He didn’t think I’d open my eyes, and then he turned away, and he got away from me.

And I sat up, and the guard of the Qur’an was standing at the door of the temple with Qur’an, and wished that he would stand not near to me, and I looked to him, and looked to him in the face of him.

We could not see him for a moment, but when he threw his sword out of his hand years ago, he compromised to me, and he fell down with a long eyelash, covering his eyes, and he was angry: “Return back.” I’m sorry.

The people of Ezra were obedient and returned quickly to Ezra.

The guards of Honolulu also retreated, except that they had no expression and no idea what they were thinking.

I went out of bed and made a big salute to Honolulu: “Thank you for saving me from the thief, or else I would have been caught by the thief. My brother saved my heart and mistook you for the thief who set me up. Zhaoyang died, but if the two families were to fight each other for this, Zoyang would not have appeared under the Nine Springs. I’m sorry.

He looked at me in a cold, dark, blue, and he stopped talking.

“Thank you for saving Zhaoyang. “Have a good walk behind me and lift me from behind and look at me, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.

May the guards around Ezekiel gather us in the center and guard against any small movement.

I noded at him and turned and wanted to leave.

And suddenly the silent necrophagus opened his mouth, and We turned to him, and he was dazzled, and his lips were of no blood, and he said, “Blessed be the wiser.” I’m sorry.

And I smote the beads of my wrist, and I thought of the laugh, “The mountain king is going back to the mountains tomorrow. Zhaoyang will send you.” I’m sorry.

He kept his mouth shut and looked at me with his naked eye, and did not hide the evil and unsatisfiedness of his eyes.

I turned away from his shadow’s eyes, and walked out, and then came out the door, and suddenly heard him say, “To thee, stay.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to talk to him, but I found myself in tears, with an urge to keep me by his side, and my legs want to walk to him without control.

I’m stuck.

And wish the euphoria had stopped, and the beautiful face could not see the emotion, and it seemed as if my presence was in the dark eye, and then he reached out with his hand, and the cold, cold, white, long fingers covered my tears, and said, “Don’t cry.” I’m sorry.

I can’t stop my tears, I can’t stop my legs, I can’t stop myself, I can’t stop myself, I can’t stop myself.

At this moment, the voice of the humonges comes again from inside the temple, and it is weak, as if it were begging after a struggle. I’m sorry.

XII

His words, like storms, destroyed my senses, and my mind’s untold sorrow prevailed, and I could not contain such feelings without leaving myself to him.

So We gnawed through my lips, and went with it to the palace.

I just entered the bedroom, and I threw a sip of blood.

The first person you see when you’re in love with a middle man means that.

Failure to leave the person would cause heart-breaking pain once separated.

It is as sad as the love when it departs, so it becomes the first person to be said to be in love.

I can’t breathe.

The last two things in my life, one saving Shaw and the other saving Honolulu.

May you hold me to bed with your hands and your feet, perhaps not so careful in your life, as if I were a cloud, which would fade away at any time.

For the first time I saw a wish to panic.

I was lying on the bed, comforting him, but the voice was not convincing, but weak: “It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s just an affair, it’s just an affair, it’ll fall in love with the first person to see when I’ve opened my eyes, and I’ve looked at her. I’m sorry.

May the Eid stand by my bed, and be dazzled and silent, and wait for the royal doctors to come up with a solution.

It’s almost incomprehensible, and it’s not easy for the doctors, even if they are reborn.

And I gave out another sip of blood, and it was red, as if it were a beautiful season on the covers, and We wiped the blood of the lips out of the handkerchiefs, and again stopped the blessing of the King’s Doctor who tried to kill him.

My mind is blurry and my chest is sore, like a jack in my heart.

I also doubt if I wish I was my brother.

They were not counted.

If he can hold Jiang Guang, I can hold him.

He said I was a weak man.

I’m not really weak, I’m just not ambitious, I’m afraid, I don’t want to fight for anything.

The only way to pursue this life is to have the opportunity to freely determine its own destiny.

The emotional pain is very human.

I wanted to go with my mother.

But I cannot rest assured that I have worked hard to reach out my hand, to hold his horn, to keep him by my side, and to look up at his dark face: “By brother, do not kill.” I’m sorry.

This is my deal with him.

Keep your hands tight and your fingers white, and almost bite the back of your teeth, and say, ‘Call the mountain king into the palace.’ I’m sorry.

Brother. “No need. I’m sorry.

This time, he sent the palace to bring the king of the mountains to the palace at the fastest speed, in order to stop my pain.

And while we were waiting for it, We were dazzling, and We were holding him down.

And hold me tight, and he hates the pollution of his body with the most blood, while he holds me madly, without my blood.

We spit in blood: “Big brother, I’m going to die, and the tiger is under the bed of the house, and remember to send for it.” I’m sorry.

“I dreamt after my parents. I’m sorry.

“Do you think they’ll come for me? I’m sorry.

I wish you a great deal of blood on your hands, and I’ll give you a hard answer from your throat. I’m sorry.

I’m looking in my eyes, and I’m in my cold arms.

I’ll definitely die.

“The mountain king is here. I’m sorry.

The voice of the outside eunuchs has just come to my bed, and his beautiful and amazing face is full of shadows. I’m sorry.

“I don’t want to keep my mouth shut. I’m sorry.

I wish you a very bad time and you don’t pretend to be straight.

I opened my eyes: “For the sake of love.” I’m sorry.

Seeing him again, the pain in my heart is relieved.

It’s just too much blood, and it hurts, and it’s just too much blood, and it’s still too much to put up with.

He will not pay heed to his prayer, and his dark, lightless eyes will stare at me, and the cold light of the night bellows in the house will seem to cast a frost on his eyebrow, as though it were a demon that came out of the cold and snow, and it would take its soul.

And I did not turn away from his eyes, looking back at him, but the eye of a long time ended when he turned his eyes down. And We brought out from under the pillow the dagger which he had given me, and the silver and white bean covered in cold: “Take it back.” I’m sorry.

“Follow me back to the mountain. He was not so happy when he opened his mouth, “It’s your only way to live.” I’m sorry.

I shake my head, “No. I’m sorry.

He has enough to live. Wish He how crazy he is, and he will not know.

May the man who has always been more of a man than a man, rather than a man, prefers that I die by his side rather than leave him.

She did not pick up the dagger that I had delivered, but looked at her and said, “I have already taken half of her life without seeing her today. If I return to the mountain, the princess will die.” I’m sorry.

May I wish I was not allowed to go, and if I were to go, I would lose control.

I don’t want to follow Honolulu to the mountains. I just changed the cage.

When I was trying to find another way, I heard the people around me saying, “Take her back.” I’m sorry.

I’m a bit shocked, and I look back and I wish Ihid, and I can’t believe it. I’m sorry.

Do you know what he’s saying?

May the voice of the voice not touch me: “I will give you the will to marry, and you will not leave the city for a lifetime.” I’m sorry.

“I will break the law, and I will destroy it.” I’m sorry.

Hao-hyun did not hesitate: “Well, the king is leaving tomorrow and he is taking the princess away. I’m sorry.

“…good. I’m sorry.

That’s how they agreed everything, and they didn’t even give me a chance to talk.

May the twilight untie me.

When I let go, I suddenly found out that his hands were finally warm.

May he rise up and walk out of the temple door and be swallowed up again by the darkness outside it.

I’m the only one in the house with the neon.

I stood with my body in the direction of my departure, and the hush stood by the bed and said nothing.

“Does it hurt?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know why I’m in such a bad mood, and I’m angry, and I’m laughing, and I’m like, “Isn’t the Mountain King trying to destroy humanity?” What are you talking about? I’m sorry.

He looked up at me, looked at me, and smiled.

“What are you laughing at? I’m sorry.

“I’m laughing at the princess and complaining that his brother abandoned himself. I’m sorry.

“Bullshit!”

And suddenly the gnome fell down, and drew near to me, and looked at me like a torch, and looked at me: “Is it not so?” You think you can’t leave you, but you can’t leave you. He’s the only one you have, and you’re still a little princess who needs support and shelter, so you will agree to let you go, and you will be angry. I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth and tried to justify it without justification.

After the mother left, I began to rely on her, and every day I thought of helping her.

As if he were retaliating against me for saying that he had taken away his humanity, and kept saying harsh words: “By protecting you too well, you are not young, you are weak, you do not realize that attachment to him is justified, you want to be free and you want his protection, and you bear such a terrible responsibility, and you suffer. I’m sorry.

“No one wants you to give anything, you won’t leave. I’m sorry.

I was so angry that I was on my knees: “Where are you?” Isn’t it more painful than I to live without hope that you hate yourself and make yourself look like this? I’m sorry.

“I have only one wish for you, better than you, and there is nothing left.” I’m sorry.

I was stomped by him, and I kept my mouth shut, and I knew what I was saying was terrible, but my face was soft and my mouth opened: “So I cannot let go.” I’m sorry.

I laughed.

He took me for his salvation, even though he knew I was a weak and cowardly man.

Then why would Ethel let go?

I asked, “Why do I have to be?” I’m sorry.

He stretches out his hand, and leaves my loose hair behind my ears, and says nothing.

And behold, he took me in his arms: “Do you not want to destroy the border which binds you? I’m sorry.

He didn’t answer me, I didn’t answer him.

“Will you come with me tomorrow?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.

I want to destroy the borders that bind my life.

XIII

Good luck with that.

I didn’t come to see you.

I wanted to see him, but Hinyo stayed with me all night, barely walking away.

I told Honolulu about my childhood.

The father, who loved his mother but loved others, and his brother, who was seen as bad, rarely came to see me.

She’s not well, the doctor says she’s overthought, and I think it’s the brother.

I knew from my childhood that I had a brother, that he was working at the Buddhist temple, and that I had always wanted to see him, but he had never been to the palace, and that the holidays were just a letter and a peace.

Every time my father comes to visit us, the mother talks about her brother and makes him unhappy.

I’m a very well-respected princess. I’m just a little lonely.

Mother always misses her brother, even when she plays with me.

Sometimes I wonder if my childhood would have been better without him.

But when he showed up, when he dragged me out of a nightmare, I began to regret why my childhood was without him.

She didn’t want to say it at first, but I followed the good way to talk about her favorite pet when she was a kid.

He had a very cute rabbit once.

His brother gave him the birthday gift.

He likes this rabbit very much, looking after it.

It’s a shame his brother scared me.

It’s a shame I touched his hair to comfort him.

He was more moving, talking about his mother.

He said that his wife was the most beautiful of all the people, the most beautiful, and as kind as I am.

Unlike the Queen’s Majesty, the Queen’s Jiali 3,000, his father had only one wife, not even a penthouse.

So his wife had no worries and the whole day was a smile.

And when he was talking about it, I was suddenly so cold that I thought of being the last step of the mountain.

Kiss.

He also spoke of his mother’s queen in all manners, and I realized that I spoke too much.

How could he kill his family with his own hands?

I tried so hard to pretend I didn’t remember it, and I laughed and listened to him, but he understood my thoughts and said, “Yes, I killed her myself.” I’m sorry.

I can’t say a word.

He played with my hair as if it were nothing, and said: “How can one of the clans ever wonder what the foolish fools of Honolulu can do to keep his family safe?” I’m sorry.

“You’re right, I hate myself, my whole family is dead, and I’m the only one who’s alive, but I want to live, not to take over, but to make your brother’s eyes and eyes a nail and a prick.” I’m sorry.

I did not know what to say after listening to him, but only looked at him.

His dark eyes are dark.

“I was wrong. Why do you hate yourself because you didn’t lose your humanity? It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.

This time I covered his eyes with tears: “Sleep.” I’m sorry.

My things were packed by the maids this morning, all of them in the car, and I’m going to be able to get away by now.

Freedom is close.

Let’s hope Elsie doesn’t come.

I was sitting in a large and luxurious carriage, and I noded at him: “Let’s go. I’m sorry.

Gradually, the wagons were moving out of the palace, passing through the luxurious Chuk Street, and the noises were coming out of the wagon, slowly returning to silence.

The motorcade is moving very slowly, as if I was afraid to go too fast, and I would feel uncomfortable if the carriage was too bumpy.

So we didn’t find any inn at night, but we had to camp in the woods by the courtyard.

I don’t have to do anything, sit next to the fire and watch the crotch.

I looked back and found out this night was another month of blood through a protected tree.

I can’t go back.

But I can’t lie to myself. I’m getting a little bit too late.

I miss you so much.

And suddenly I remember what I said to him in the month of blood.

What made him drop his knife?

I didn’t say to stay with him forever.

That’s what I made for myself, and I only had him, so I wanted to hold him unconsciously.

And the reason he dropped the knife was my tears.

I can’t breathe more than the pain caused by the sunstroke.

People say this is the painful pain of leaving someone they love.

Like an ant’s heart.

And I rose up, and my obstinate lips were firm, and my eyes were not blinking at me, and my eyes were upon me.

I don’t like the joy of the euphoria, not of the young girls.

I think I’m sick too.

But I’m better than them, I can cure myself.

I don’t want to go from one cage to another.

“Muan, do you want to come with me? “I went to him, I reached out to him, and there was a bursting of burning wood in the fire behind me.

I took the dagger he gave me and threw it into the fire.

“The shadows of the mountains are your memories of pain, and return will only increase your pain, and you will help me destroy those damn constraints, and I will drag you out of it.” I’m sorry.

Honolulu held my hand.

He took me for a horse.

I didn’t say where I was going, but he took me straight back to the capital.

When the blood moon rose to its highest height, I drove with him to the capital and headed all the way to the palace.

Tonight, the palace door is wide open and the fire is burning.

And the earth was covered with corpses like purgatory.

I rode a horse with her, and he covered my eyes behind me.

“Find a toast. I’m sorry.

There must have been other changes.

May the euphoria be any more mad, and the door shall be closed and the door shall not be opened.

The ploys went straight to my bedroom, and it became clear on the way that there were two waves of heavy fighting.

I’m worried, I can’t help but wake up.

But as if the unrest was over, I had the most bodies outside my bedroom, and Qinke was taking someone to take an inventory.

I jumped off the horse and asked him where he wished Ezekiel.

I can’t tell you.

I’ve been looking for a circle and I haven’t found Etienne.

I went to the other bedrooms again, and I still didn’t find my best wishes.

And We came to the house of the mother, with a twilight, and the door was being pushed upon a greeting of Buddha in a plume of darkness.

The body in the palace was sitting in the middle of the body with beads in his hand and whispering.

Good luck with this lunatic.

He saw me without surprise or joy, as if I had been expected to come back and as if I had left without knowing.

He waved at me: “Come on, Ming-hoon. I’m sorry.

And We ran to him in disregard of his skirts and the darkness of all evils.

Under the blood moon, the moon shines through an abnormal red red red red red red eye, and wrinkles, “You cry?” I’m sorry.

He did so, and he said, “I did not kill anyone, and the uncle rebelled.” I’m sorry.

There’s a footsteps at the door. It’s probably Honolulu.

Brother. I looked at the bed where my mother died, “I’m leaving.” I’m sorry.

“You hate the most weak, but I am a man who is not weak, and I leave you in pain more than the poison of the day, so I come back to you; it is not you who have kept me, it is I who cannot leave you, it is I who trapes me, it is I who is weak, it is I who am attached to you.” I’m sorry.

I looked down and looked at the bells he had sent me.

“Maybe it’s love, too, I don’t know, I don’t know, but I can’t get stuck anymore. I’d like to look around, maybe go to the mountains or not. I’m sorry.

“I may come back to you for decades, and I may not come back for years, whatever, as long as I choose. I’m sorry.

May you reach out and touch my hair.

“Don’t fall in love. I’m sorry.

May I say this.

“Then don’t kill. I’m sorry.

He nods his head: “Okay. I’m sorry.

But I didn’t promise him. That’s not gonna happen.

I suddenly thought of the poison on my body and turned my head and looked at her.

“Will you come with me tomorrow?” I asked him this time.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

In no way will Hao Qi give the shadow of the mountain to him: “The king will take care of the matters of the mountain, and the Emperor will not send any men to assist him.” I’m sorry.

“That is the best. I’m sorry.

And I spent the last night in the palace in the bed of the mother.

And the plume sleeps on its side, and I am alone in it.

Last night I slept here was the night my mother died.

And he brought me back from the palace and placed me in bed for one night.

The next day, I opened my eyes and took a good look at him for the first time, and he looked at me with no face, with a light on his face, and the candle was burning all night, and it was about to burn out, giving me the illusion that nothing had happened.

Now I have a feeling of peace in this palace, which has just died in darkness.

Sleep one night.

The next day, me and Honolulu were on our way again, and I was going to go to Gangnam.

I wish Etienne hadn’t come for me.

I asked her if she had known that he was going to rebel, so she had to leave on the day of chaos.

He said that he knew that he was doing something to help him, and that the more his family messed up, the more he was happy, the more he wanted me to live.

But then he looked me in the eye and regretted it.

If Ezekiel dies, he fears my grief.

I didn’t fight him.

He knew that he was going to rebel, and wish Ezekiel knew.

I wish Ezekiel his intention.

He could not control his bloodthirsty desires and could not kill himself, so that he allowed his uncle to rebel and spread his body across the palace, bleeding into rivers, in order to alleviate his symptoms.

He knew I’d come back, so he waited for me in the queen’s house and wanted to keep me.

But I’m gone.

He didn’t come to see me this time. I know what he means. He wants me to come back to him again.

I looked at the scene outside the carriage, and I was like, “You have to come and scrambling my leg when I’m on my face. I’m sorry.

“Didn’t the princess say she didn’t miss her face?” I’m sorry.

“You killed me, and I’m out of it. I’m sorry.

It’s not very skillful, it’s light, it’s heavy, it’s frowning.

And the Qur’an began to say, “A day of the first sight, after a bright midday, you asked whether the palace was pouring down. I’m sorry.

That’s why he’s answering me.

I smiled with a big smile: “Is this palace a dump town?” I’m sorry.

His eyes were dark, and he saw me nodding in a serious place. I’m sorry.

I looked out of his eyes and looked out of his window, and said, “Let’s go to the mountain and see if we have time. I’m sorry.

It’s a long day anyway.

There’s time to heal me, to heal her.

End

(i) Wait

May the Ezekiel not come forward today and lay his eyes open in the chamber where he wished to shine.

To Ming Zhu left.

Now he’s starting to think, alone, standing up.

He doesn’t care about it. He was born to be.

He is indifferent in his nature, and the love of the people has been abandoned, and the pleasure of men and women is of no interest to him, and what is the matter with him that the people die in the morning as they live?

What’s with him?

As if he had whispered, it seemed as if he had heard someone calling out to his brother.

He was so restless, he threw a cup of tea over his head.

Let the biwagon stop.

The Queen kneels on her knees and trembles, and dares not even ask for forgiveness.

I wish you the best of luck, as if I had seen you on your knees.

“Get out. “I wish you all the best in your mind to kill.

The house was restored clean, and the light of the night bells stinged his eyes, and he went back to his place and put his eyes on.

He shouldn’t have let Ming go.

He is a heartless man who, if he wants to retain anything, should be locked up in a strong manner, even though she cries and hates herself.

But a heartless man like him will fear and regret.

Wishing Ming Ming’s poison, he felt fear for the only time in his life, wishing him a little cold in his arms, and asking his father and his mother whether he would come to pick her up.

He began to regret digging his father’s grave. What if there’s a real ghost?

May Mingshan not die.

Even not around him.

He panics and just wants to keep Ming Zhong alive, and nothing else.

He soon regretted it again.

He set a down and waited for Ming to return to him.

He vowed to be self-sufficient in the palace of his mother and would not let her go again if she returned to him again.

But he didn’t.

She called him his brother in a low voice, and all his scornful thoughts were lost.

He touched her like a cloud.

He’s been waiting for her.

There’s patience.

He’ll wait till she gets back and stay with him.

May the beads be drawn in the hands of the euphoria. Indeed, he does not believe in Buddha, but he has become a habit.

He doesn’t know if he’s a heir.

Many babies were thrown to the temple door and only he survived, so he became the heir.

It would be nice to hear that he was sent to a Buddhist temple to be raised, that the Emperor was far away, that such an unloved child would soon be forgotten and that no one would care for him again.

He was considered to have no good appearance in the temple, and it had become normal to be beaten and scolded as a child.

Days such as blood moons appear at least three times a year, and every time he reaches the day of the blood moon he is hung up and beaten.

They said that it would be forgiven by the angels and by him, the evil man.

Since he’s seen as bad, it’s gonna be bad for them.

Before leaving, he tied the monks together and set the temple on fire.

Didn’t think he had a sister.

The mother died and he couldn’t cry, but saw his sister cry to tears.

That’s stupid.

He took her for nothing.

He stood in his way.

But this stupid sister went over his lower limit and went crazy into the fire.

May the Emperor take her back to the palace.

She fainted, but held his hand tight and kept him from leaving.

He couldn’t help but hold her overnight.

She’ll be back this night.

Later, the stupid sister cried, cried, and saw her tears, and he had a headache.

How can anyone cry so much?

What a weak thing.

Later, the man, whom he saw as weak, stood in front of him and shed tears for him.

He was first protected behind him.

Since then, he has seen her tears, and his head is in a state of disarray.

I’d rather die than let her cry.

He never treated her as his own sister, and he felt that he could not be her brother.

Toming may also understand that they are not related by blood, but she is confused and desperate for freedom, and she does not know what love is, what love is, what love is, and has sought a large group to disguise herself.

He wouldn’t mind, even though she was playing around, waiting for her to know what she was thinking.

He’s still waiting for her.

Waiting for her to return to him again, for her love or hatred, and for her long-term company.

Even if she might never come back.

(ii) Knife

How does it feel to be king?

The answer is no feeling.

They sharpened him like a knife, a sharp, cold, breathless knife.

As his father said, they were destined to be slashed.

So the mountain king had no brothers and sisters, no parents, no love, and only to choose a sharper knife.

He hated the royal family.

And hate his stupid father.

He had a very perfect childhood.

His wife was the prettiest beauty in the mountains and his father loved her so that she remained as a young girl.

The weather is good, the sun is clear and the sun is not too tan, and the girl is wearing a tan dress every day, sitting in the warm sun and sleeping in the sun.

When he was a child, he loved to let her take him for a nap.

A little older than her, she didn’t want to hold him again. She said he was grown up, that only the bride could hold him, and that when he got married he could hold the sun together.

He had two brothers and a brother, who had not been more than four years old before his death.

They’re all brothers, he’s good for him, he’s got anything new for him, he’s prepared for his birthday every year, and he’s got a big brother behind his back.

Second brother used to tease him and even scared his rabbit to death.

He cried with his dead rabbit for a long time.

Until she held him in her arms with great sorrow and touched his hair softly, and ordered his brother to find another rabbit.

Second Brother thinks she’s a little bit presumptuous, and he’s got a fat one.

She always thought he was the best king, and often asked him to do his best to help him.

He did not take heed, but the soldiers were doing their food for the emperor, and the royals were not able to please them, as they were thieves.

Too stupid.

He’s the only smart guy in the house, and the rest are stupid fools.

Others felt that he was best placed to be king of the mountain, but only his father believed that only he could be king.

He doesn’t want to be a king, but he’s a king.

Unfortunately, that’s life.

And in the house of night and night, the brother-in-law, who hated his brother, held his hand and put the dagger into his heart.

They were saying, before they died, that there was no need for dissent.

I don’t have to.

His blood was full of blood, his hands and his eyes were either red or black.

Open the door again, and the people will see him laughing.

And in his hand was a white silver dagger covered in blood, and even the blade’s blade was immersed in blood-red light, and the red jewels were even more spectacular.

She was holding her two brothers and crying tore her heart apart.

It was thought that the Queen’s Brothers killed each other cruelly and bloodyly, all crazy people who wanted to be kings.

I don’t know, the one who doesn’t want to be king is crazy, crazy enough to give his life to others, crazy enough to let his brother kill himself.

That’s when he understood what his father meant.

He did not have the courage and determination to die for his brother. He was selfish, despicable and born bad.

He’s always the mean one.

And the dagger, which was stained with blood from his brother, will enter the heart of his relative again.

Father said to be king of the mountain and to destroy humanity.

The father is a good example of the killing of his son, who was under four years old, in order for his brother to understand that he really wanted to be one.

The father threatened his mother’s life, asking him to kill the family of his mother-in-law, one a day.

He did.

But he found him killing the last woman, an easy-looking mother.

He held her and tried so hard to feel the temperature on her.

Her body is cold, no longer as warm as it used to be, and she can’t hold him anymore and sing softly.

There are no more such warmth in this world.

He was pulled from his humanity, and he felt his body dying in an inch.

Finally, he ended his father’s life with a smileful dagger at a late night when he could not feel pain at all.

The father died before he was relieved, but he was told not to be short-sighted.

He can no longer cry, and on the first day of his brother ‘ s death he can no longer cry.

All idiots.

They’re crazy.

He wants to go with these idiots.

But he can’t die.

He will not ask the King to take advantage of it, nor will he let his brother and his mother die in vain.

So he stayed in the darkness until it devoured him and made him one.

He knew that Ezekiel wanted to kill him, to put an end to the after-effects.

If his foolish and loyal father were in power, he would have returned all power to his best friend, who would have given his loyalty to the next loyalist.

He won’t.

He will take the throne of the king of the mountain, and he will not be able to reassure the royal family of Kang’s stinking hypocrisy.

Hold a knife over his head and keep him in peace day and night.

That’s the punishment for making him a knife.

Extra, answer.

In the sunset I walked slowly through the gates to the palace.

I have not returned to Kyoto for three years and I have not sent a letter to you.

But he did not know how many people he had killed, but his opinion in civil society was getting better, saying he was a good emperor.

Hinyo is a lot better now, especially after I went back with him.

I spent a long time in the shadows of the mountains, and I sent several waves of guards to watch me.

She killed all his guards and warned him not to send any more.

I now have real freedom, no one to stare at me every day, no one to threaten me all day, no more to fear for my life, no more the hysteria brought to me by the hysteria, which has diluted much of the intoxication, and has become far away from him, and I can walk freely in the mountains.

When I got back to the mountain, there was a war on the border, and I was so busy, I wandered around the city and learned medicine from a teacher.

Every day I go back for an uncertain period of time, but whenever he waits for me at the gates of the palace, eating with me before going back to government.

A lot of people say he loves me.

Actually not.

A man has been in darkness for long, but everything that has a little light attracts him in a moment and becomes his life-saving straw.

There was suddenly a light under the abyss of pain and darkness.

Whoever sees that light as God’s salvation.

Time heals everything if you’re willing to heal.

Years of time covered with their wounds, but I thought I could heal him easily.

He thought that I was light, and I tore his tumblings apart and retreaded.

But I didn’t do anything. He was in pain and he was healing himself under my pretext.

He gave me all the love that needs to be declared and the love that needs to be expressed.

But I don’t need it.

I chose to look at him, but he was just the closest to me, and I was surprised to see him.

I just thought I didn’t care if I fell in love with anyone, even a guard, a eunuch, a maid, and I would control my love forever.

The only benefit is that I see a man who is beyond my control, a man who does not want to stay in the capital, and a man who has no taboos.

I even wanted to ask him why he didn’t leave me.

I’m confused with Honolulu.

I was confused whether I wanted to stay or to leave, and he was wondering whether there was any cure for his wounds.

Only the euphoria will not be lost, he knows too well what he wants, has a clear purpose and will never miss.

Then I decided to leave, and I’ll give you an answer anyway.

Three years later, I saw the heavens and the earth that I had never seen, and I saw all the people of the world.

It is not a people who look down at the time of the kingdom, but a living man.

“Miss Ming, are you going back again? “The man who sells sugar cane on the side of the road warmly greets me.”

I’ve been mixed up in this street, and they think I’m a female medical student in the palace, and I have come out to be a medical doctor, who is very well-connected, and everyone is kind to me.

“Well, Master Liu, the sun is coming down.” I’m sorry.

“Ming Sister! Do you want some fresh mushrooms? The second daughter of the old Lee family next door came out with a little mushroom.

I was too busy swaying and stuffing her new herbs into her basket: “No, the chefs in the palace are fierce, and I have a little apprentice who can’t go to the kitchen. This is for your brother to cough.” I’m sorry.

“Thank you, Miss Ming. I’m sorry.

“You’re welcome, go inside. I was afraid that other people would follow me and run to the palace on my back.

It’s like leaving everything behind.

I was free to go to and out of the palace, and I was not waiting for me today at the door of the temple, and I was happy to eat and sit under the seagull tree outside the house.

Another blood moon tonight.

I look up at the moon.

In the first year of the palace, I wanted to know whether I was his brother and took him to the temple where he had been before, but found it to be a deserted temple.

The next year I found a sister who gave birth to my mother, and she said there was a mole behind his neck.

I’m sure you didn’t.

I’m not surprised.

Far away, a familiar low sound came: “Isn’t it cold at night?” I’m sorry.

I follow.

In fact, I should have known what happened to her not waiting for me in front of the temple today.

Three years without seeing you, wish you a thin, beautiful face with no face, as I never left the usual inquiries.

I stood up and the red moonlight fell on him: “Your brother.” I’m sorry.

He moved.

The wind blows through, the seagulls fall.

“Why are you here?” I’m sorry.

I wish Yip Zheng had not returned to me, step by step, and stood before me.

His eyes were calm, his hands were raised and he reached to my head.

I thought he was gonna touch my hair like he used to.

Yet he only took down the petals of the bells that fell between us.

And may the eyelids of his dark eye be drawn down, and the petals of the little white bellow beam beam upon his finger.

He can speak softly about threats, he can laugh about death, he can ignore the passing of life, he can take over a country with ease, he can play with power and his heart.

But he can’t answer my question.

And suddenly, may the eyes of my wrist fall down upon my head.

I also carry on my wrist the beads that he personally brought me three years ago, and for three years I have not left.

Brother. And We called him, “The Emperor, who has not come to the mountains since ancient times, and Ming Qi asked his brother to return to the palace soon.” I’m sorry.

I hope you look in the eye and look in the dark: “So you don’t want to see me?” I’m sorry.

I am conscious of the beads on my wrists: “The beads of Ming will never do this.” I’m sorry.

And take the jade bead from his wrist, in a slow manner, and say, “I have found a healer who can untangle it.” I’m sorry.

I laughed, “Didn’t you agree to wait for me?” I’m sorry.

And We were well aware of the wish, and he came to the shadows in order to take me away.

Instead of taking my word, he held my wrists off the original beads, and then put himself on my wrist again: “The mountain king will not let you go, otherwise your indecency will be removed.” I’m sorry.

“When did you see the detoxification that can be mitigated but not unsolved? It’s just his mean way. I’m sorry.

I recall the innocent smiles of the humongous animals.

“This is better-looking.” I’m sorry.

I looked down at the white jade on my wrist, and the warmth was unblemished. I’m sorry.

Under the blood of the moon, wish the beads of his hands were drawn without a trace, and his face was calm, but the mountain would fall.

Except for the sound of the small impact of the beads, the moment was terrible.

“You have nothing to say to me? “Did you get the answers you wanted for the last three years?” I’m sorry.

I wish I knew what happened to him.

Got it. I’m sorry.

He asks, “What?”

And I smiled: “When life is good, it is not too much.” I’m sorry.

May the peace of silence be upon him, and I take away from my wrist the beads he brought me, and I give him: “By my brother, two of the best moments in my life, one of the best moments of my life, one of my mother’s knees, and one of the days of my life as a healer, without fear, and without thinking of the people who have come out of all kinds of pressure on me. Such a good day is a rare one, and I forget it. I’m sorry.

“You’re staying here? I’m sorry.

We shook our heads: “No, the mountains are better, not my home.” I’m sorry.

And say, ‘Go back to the palace, then.’ I’m sorry.

And when I did not answer, he bowed his head, and laid down his curtains, and said, “You asked me to promise you, and I did it.” I’m sorry.

There are very few things in the world that can bring you down.

I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear him sighing at a little, “Have you fallen in love with her?” I’m sorry.

I had a heart attack, but I was still afraid that he would go mad.

“Do you remember the day you asked me what I liked? I have an answer. I’m sorry.

And I stretched out my hand and swept down the flowers on his shoulder: “If I like a man or love a man, I will not be afraid, I will not be tired, I will remain with one another with a dead heart, I will overcome death, I will overcome weakness.” I’m sorry.

In fact, the person I love already has an answer.

My life is the bravest, most fearless, and even when I dared to sacrifice my life, it was in those years when I was helping to win.

And We left for him a weak man who feared darkness and feared blood.

And dared to take the sword, only to prove his innocence.

But I began to fear him, and after he had come to power he had killed too many people, and my father’s words were still in his ear, and I moved out of the palace and became alienated from him.

My feelings for him are no longer a simple hobby, not a springing heart, but a love of courage, which has already drowned me, and I can only try to escape.

For the past three years I have thought of forgetting him, not writing to him, not letting his guards follow me, but forgetting to take off the beads he gave me.

The day I put on the beads, he said I’d be back tonight.

May the euphoria be the kind of people who can’t forget, like wildfires, but if there is a star and a half of Mars, it will become wildfires beyond control.

And after hearing, he smiled at me, and his eyes turned to me, and his dark eyes were staring at me, and he smiled, and said, “Fearing, fearing, leaving, fearing her death, fearing that she will never return.” I’m sorry.

“The horror of love lies in the bravery of the weak and the bowing of the fearless. It is neither logical nor logical. He’s been looking up, he’s looking up, “I don’t know when, where to end.” I’m sorry.

He looked at me like he was saying, please end my wait.

And I turned away from his eyes and lamented: “By my brother, when I returned, I lived in the princess’s house. You can’t keep an eye on me any longer. I can do whatever I want. I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

I’m having a headache how to talk to her.

I’m going crazy again.

And every time I looked before him, he turned away from me, and now it is my turn to hide from others.

I glanced at the door, and I suddenly found a large figure standing at the door of the yard, like standing for a long time.

I’ll take a closer look at it, it’s the nymph.

The swarms slowly round up the palms, and for a little while, it’s frowned and slow.

Then he turned away.

He walked a little bit towards the darker.

In the middle of the night, I was lying on my bed and I couldn’t sleep.

“Will you leave me? “I don’t know when I came to my bed.

I sat up and said, “Have you come here with the soldiers? I’m sorry.

He was silent, and then he asked, “What is it with you?” I’m sorry.

“That’s the only way you’ll talk to him. You made an agreement and let me choose between staying and leaving. I’m sorry.

“The princess is wise, but there’s one other thing wrong. I didn’t agree with him. I just wanted to see if the princess would abandon me again.” I’m sorry.

“I should take your hands and feet apart so you can stay with me. I’m sorry.

I sat by my bed, lit a short candle, and saw his red eyes: “Deaf, I want to go.” I’m sorry.

And He covered me in the shadows, and kept me in his arms for a long time, silently and acquiesced in my departure.

He also knows that he can’t keep me, and I didn’t choose him at first.

I untangled the poison and wished I had waited for a moment to return to the capital.

Everything back on track.

May I be called to the palace from time to time to accompany him, except that there is nothing of great importance, and I go to the palace to look for him when I am bored and occasionally stay in it for a few days.

I was not afraid of him long ago. He was like a part of life, naturally integrated into my life, and he was there for food and sleep.

And then it’s six months.

On a snowy snowy day, I hid in the Princess’s house to read.

The door was opened and the snow and snow were pouring into the house, causing me to get sick.

I look up, and I’m surprised and not surprised, “The princess, long time no see, has asked the king to break his bowels.” I’m sorry.

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

“There will be no more fighting in the mountains for a few years, and Wang Mao has offered to be the princess’s head. I’m sorry.

What a lunatic. Case number: YXA1BLPwxdRCXDyzK6wUlpla

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.