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It’s cold night.

♪ In the cold night ♪

The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.

(i)

♪ ♪ Que sera to death ♪

He made it all with his own hands, but it was poisoned without exception.

In the damp and damp cell, sitting in the cuffs and laughing, he said:

“Aro, I’ve asked you for this last honor, and I’m on the way to Yellow Springs. I’m sorry.

It was only in the corner that the cold-coloured uniforms were slowly raised.

“I used to think you were just a wimp, a lot of things you’re weak, but now I realize you don’t have a heart. I’m sorry.

Hissing echoes in his cell, and he does not change his face during the saloon, but he offers himself a glass of wine: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a heart, you don’t know what you’re doing. I’m sorry.

He is well-cooked in the cuisine, and has become like a god in the world, and his pitiful desires are still squealing in his tender ears every time he is a national sacrifice.

“Aro, can I not return to my country? I really want to be a cook. I really want to cook for you the next day. I’m sorry.

The fragrance of the past, the fragrance of the food in the cell, the glare in the corner suddenly covered the face and the tears slipped through the fingers.

She said, “The country is broken, one inch of blood, one inch of joy, and I will never meet you again if I have another life.” I’m sorry.

In the thirty-six years since the destruction of the country and the fall of the valley of Gargamel, the shaman, after the destruction of most of his disciples, was in the palace of the army and the horses, saved the only royal orphan at the time, the Prince, from the sanctuaries.

That year, he was 12 years old, and he was in the valley of Garuda, and he waited for his brothers, who were covered in blood, and he was with his master, shivered and frightened, and he was not but ten years old.

“Zoe, from this day on, this is the young Lord who will take you to life, and you will pursue him, protect him, and accompany him to his side, and help him return to the throne until he dies. I’m sorry.

The sun is like blood. The master is like this to the cool judo, to the cool heads, to the red eyes, to the red eyes, to remember the same door that was sacrificed in her heart. Her hands are shiver, she breathes deep, but she kneels down at the feet of the sanctuaries, and her throat is soft:

“The six generations of the disciples of the valley of Gargarin were tender and met the young lord. I’m sorry.

It was a moment when the garments were moving, long and flying, and when they were looking at a young girl who had fallen down on her knees, and were helpless, they gave birth to a feeling of desolation.

Later, she watched as she was in the middle of the valley, burned paper in front of her grave and dealt with the matter without a word.

He followed her, sucking his nose, pulling her sleeve with some sadness: “They died to save me. Do you hate me? I’m sorry.

When he returns, he is pale and long, he shakes his head: “No hate, Garabun was set up by his great-grandfather, and his son was born with allegiance to the royal family, and I may die for the minor, as is right.” I’m sorry.

After listening, he was silent for a long time and, a few days later, in a tender and surprising look, he took a bowl of long-lived fragrances.

“This is your birthday, and I have made this bowl for you, and I pray for a long, long and peaceful life…” “So let no one die, and no one sleeps in that cold grave, okay? I’m sorry.

And he looked at the bowl for a long time, and in the smell of the fragrance of his nose, it was warm, and he knew not.

It’s probably the first time in her life that she’s had a long face, a candle in flames, she’s buried her head, something dripped into her soup, and she’s rolling her throat, trying to make it sound calm:

“The young lord has taken the trouble. I’m sorry.

The wind covered the windows, the trees were shrouded outside the house, and the valley was quiet and secure.

It was as though he had finally escaped from his nightmare and could have brought a new life without knowing that heaven had never looked to the people, and long life would never be given to them.

(ii)

One day and one night of fire, the fragrance of the valley of Garuda, which used to be a bird’s fragrance, became a valley of death, when it fell down on its knees and saw no tears in its eyes.

In the event of an unexpected nightmare, the valley of Garuda was found in pursuits, and there was an end to it, and the blood was red, but only by the old devil candles and the teachers, who fled in the shadows and in the dark.

He almost fainted when he came out with a single look, and his face was pale and his body shivered like a wind, as if he were a demon: “It’s all my fault.”

His legs were soft, his head drowsy, he couldn’t hold it in his nose, his blood and his odour, and his head fell down, and his unconscious finally heard nothing but a soft sound: “My Lord! I’m sorry.

“Young Lord, it is not until the death of the masters that we give up our life, nor shall we give up, nor shall the next road be difficult, nor shall the young Lord fear, nor be so tender as to protect him, nor shall he be with him, nor shall he leave him.” I’m sorry.

He fell asleep for several hours, lying in her arms with no ability to move, and only heard her talking in her ear.

In his confusion, he opened his eyes a little bit, facing her dark pupils, she held her hand tight, and her hair fell down on his face, bringing a little itch.

“Young Lord…” She called him, “Be careful, but with incomprehensible joy,” but he had been in his eyes for a long time, as if he had lost his soul.

There was a wind in the world, when it was only 10 years old, but it felt an unbearable weight in the eyes of a tears-filled vision. For the first time, he understood that there was a word in the world called responsibility.

Neither blood nor tears could wash away her faith, and she was stronger than he could have imagined, and he could not afford and be more ungrateful to the pursuit of death.

So the words that were to be told cannot be said, and he can only turn his head in the sound of the wind and swallow the sourness of the sourness: “Well, everything is in your hands.” I’m sorry.

It was from that day, after a trip from hell, that they embarked on a road that they could not turn back.

The so-called sleep-over sleeps and lives-on.

And when we left the valley of Garuda, it was still a bloodless sun, and a few sounded at a desolation, and the sound was loud and solemn: “Teacher, we will come back one day. Rest assured, I will support the young Lord and revive the rich, take back the homeland, and tell the Lord that he is in heaven.” I’m sorry.

Quietly standing behind her, without saying a word, with a dazzling eye, with an impeccable obscurity.

They will go to Liang capital, hide their names under the eyes of the enemy, ambush themselves in the shadows, search for information and wait for the time when the white-eyed snow camels will awaken.

Yes, Elephants, the Gods of the rich, the treasures of the legend.

Every 300 years it wakes up, when the San Queen’s blood drops on it, and it awakens the sleeping snow camels and fulfils a wish.

Nine hundred years ago, the King of San saved the beloved woman with it; six hundred years ago, the witch of the kingdom used it to stop the natural disaster; and 300 years ago, the rich made the wish for a strong and strong army of snow camels, from which time hundreds of years of great peace were born.

And now, the kingdom of the kingdom of San, driven to a desperate place, will be used to restore it, and by God’s will to restore it, to reverse the fate and to overthrow the kingdom!

The entire San’s bloodline, now left with only one man in San’s hour, who will bear the burden of awakening the white-eyed snow camel, where the blood of the royal blood is the only hope of rejuvenating the rich!

Eight years from now, the Elephants will be awakened again, and when the rich nations are destroyed, they will be plundered into the palace of Liang, and what they will do is to maintain their strength and lay down for eight years, before the time is ripe to enter the palace to awaken them.

The sun was like blood, with a sword on its back, and the sound of the wind passed over her hair, and she carried with him the hand of the sanctuaries, and walked with him in the direction of the valley of Garuda.

“Young Lord, this road is still a long way away, and before that, there was a lot less majors to learn…”

(iii)

“Swords shall come out fast, hard, straight, unsuspendable, unsuspecting, unsuspecting, unsuspecting to the enemy, and fall only to yourself…”

The morning wind came, the clouds were high, the birds ran over the air, leaving their voice clear, and the garden was soaking in the spring rain that the air was full of fresh moisture.

In the middle of the courtyard, when the sword was round and round, it was still unclimate hundreds of times, and it was so soft that it shook its head.

This is the fifth year since their arrival in Liang, living in a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city, where two children who had grown up in a troubled world and were more like a small home.

But there’s something that’s not perfect, and for five years, he’s worked so hard to help Zosan, hoping that he’ll be able to take over San’s line of work, but every time he comes to the end, he has to admit that her young master is a useless “blank”.

It’s not like it’s a skill to practice martial arts, and it’s a good work, but it’s not a smart mind, and it’s a cooking.

Every time he was found to be lazy and did not study hard, he used to laugh at her face, shaking his soft sleeves, and flattering her, saying, “Could I cook for you?” I’ve been working on a new dish, so you can eat it or eat it.”

In the face of such a young lord, what can you say in addition to staring at him? When you can’t beat, you can’t yell, you’re in a hurry to take your sword to the yard, you’re in the middle of a storm, you’re in a stool and you’re eating pear while you’re not faceless.

“Beautiful. That’s a good move. You’re getting better and better!” I’m sorry.

The hands of a cold sword were stunned to the point of crying, and a deep sense of weakness was melted into fire.

But God may have been fair, but the rest of the time is wonderful, and the coolness is never forgotten. He came back a year ago and he sat at the door of the yard and waited for her.

For the sake of a livelihood, with good skills, he worked with a well-known local darts bureau, usually to carry out a few walkers, but not to go too far, to return in a few days, but once, he took on a very dangerous job, trying to make a big profit, enough for a year and a half of her time.

She had promised to come back in less than a half month, but had not returned for two months, and had gone crazy, crying every day at the door of the darts and demanding his head back.

She came back after a midday, and she was wearing a blood-stained garment. She had just been killed in a violent battle, and had barely been able to save her darts, and when her servants returned, she saw herself sitting on the steps waiting for her festivities.

It was only two months before I saw him, and once he had a good night’s sleep, the young man had a long line of weight, his eyes were blue, he shrunk by the door, and he was pathetic, like a stray cat who had been abandoned in the wind.

And when he approaches one step at a time with a sword, he will not be able to open his mouth, and he will fall upon the twilight, when he will look up,

It was as though the heavens and the earth had been settled, and there were but them looking at one another.

It must have been one of the best times when he cried when he held her back, and he wouldn’t let go, crying like a child with a nightmare: “No more darts, no more darts, I have the skills, I can make money. I’ll be a cook, we won’t walk away.”

The tears were mixed with blood on the clothes, the silk was drenched with a soft heart, and the wind was blowing, and she reached out a little bit, slowly hugging the san with joy.

It was not until then that the seditious acts of sedition were known in the darts, and she was sore and warm in her heart, and she was having fun in her mouth: “How old is it that you’re throwing up in front of people? I’m sorry.

“If you don’t come back, I’ll lose my soul. I’m sorry.

In the courtyard, the moon shines, the woman in the tree, she sits by the door to pick her vegetables, she squirms, shivers in her head, her throat rolls, and she can’t talk, so she whispers, and the sound is so soft that she can hear: “Bullshit, if I don’t come back, you have to live.”

When she fell asleep at night while she was asleep, she practiced the sword in the garden for a night. Her heart beats like thunder, and for the first time she felt a fear and a deep fear.

So what was long ago, in the morning and in the morning, was silently integrated into each other’s bone marrow, and was indivisible.

She will not put herself in danger any more, even for his sake.

“This is it for today. “Though from the memories, blinking with a cold blink, and when you hear it when you see it in the sand, you start to get down and throw your sword, and you’re alive, and you can’t shake your head.

She took out her towels and went up there and sweated for him, and when she was happy, she grabbed her hand and looked at her with a beautiful eye and looked at her: “Aro, come home early tonight. I’m sorry.

And when it was a moment of tenderness, and when it came to her, it came to her, and as it came to her eyebrow, “I will make you long noodles.” I’m sorry.

I’ve been busy, I’ve forgotten, I don’t know, and I’ve come back to her birthday.

Long life, long life, and for five years it has become the practice of this small family every year, as if the blood of the valley of Gargamel was gradually washed away.

The soft heart spreads softly, with its eyes on its back, and its lips are raised: “Okay, I’ll wait for your long life.” I’m sorry.

(iv)

Long life is not waiting, but waiting for an accident.

And when she returned early, and sat in the small courtyard until it was dark, and she did not see the light, until the night came and she heard the sound of footsteps from far to near, with the sweet sound of the woman.

“Wait for me. This is where you live. It’s no wonder I can’t hear you.”

It seems like he’s been entangled and impatient: “Don’t follow me anymore. I’m really in trouble. Go back.”

When she stood up, the door was pushed open, and she made a direct look at the girl behind her sanctuary, and all three were stopped.

And the beautiful little girl dragged on the saloon sleeves, and then blinked and exaggerated, and she said, “Who is this? I’m sorry.

The little girl was named Red Lou, and Santseng met her at the biggest liquor store in the capital, when she fell on a dish and had a temper at the table: “It’s not good, it’s not good, it’s not good.” I’m sorry.

And when the noise was so loud, the boss came out, and when you looked at Miss Red Lou and the face of the right and right, you knew that the Lord couldn’t get in trouble, and when you couldn’t find out what to do with the smile, a head came out of the crowd, and the eyes were bright, “Shall I try?” I’m sorry.

It was not someone else who lied to him to go to the streets alone, and he said that he was going to buy a pen of paper and paper, and that he actually went to the big winehouses to find a cook to do his job.

And it was not so long before the return of the twilight darts, that when the twilight came to pass, the twilight came to pass, but it was always determined that the twilight would no longer be allowed to do such dangerous work, and that he would go out and earn his own money, and that he would feed himself and his tenderness with good crafts.

But he said this to her many times before, and she always said, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I’m sorry.

“It’s important to live without the royal family.”

As soon as he said it, his eyes were red and he said, “One inch of the mountain and one inch of the blood…”

“No, no, Grandma, I don’t want that to happen.”

It’s so soft, it’s been three days and two days, and it’s been a hundred thousand times since you’ve heard it.

“If you don’t, you can’t go back to your country? It’s good to be a cook.”

Every time you cry, your heart bleeds only when you’re in the dark, and there is nothing more to hate than iron and steel.

He couldn’t sit up until the dart incident, he went up to the wine building without knowing that she was in such a bad mood.

In front of all the people, it was a good time to show up, not only for the red mouth, but also for the four-seat, and the owner of the liquor store, who laughed so well, was hired.

So, finally, he did what he wanted to do, and he made a cook for a thousand people in the name of Chai Yunichi.

Of course, the job was based on the premise that it could not be discovered in a soft manner, so Santsu and the wine house had agreed on terms, time had been distributed freely, and one hour a day had been spent in the wine house to make a sign special.

It may have been a rare price, and the owner of the winehouse had promised, and the price was very high, and it was not until later that it became known that the red truffle played a significant role.

At first, with a sense of gratitude, it was always with a special heart, and it was also with a special attention, and they were of the same age, the same kind of sex, the same kind of conversation, and they became friends.

And on the side of the cool, the saloons were well hidden, and the day passed, and the saloons did not find out, until tonight, when the saloons came back to make her a long-lived face, hurried out of the winehouse, and asked for enough red dew, to follow them, to follow them all the way.

So this job was kept a secret for a long time… and finally, the suit.

(v)

“You’re angry? I’m sorry.

The long-lived face of the fragrance of the saloon, with its fragrance, stomped on the edge of the bowl with its chopsticks and deliberately let the fragrance come out, while its eyes were tender, as if it were a false heart.

But he did not look at him, but he sat under a tree and covered his head with a sword, and said nothing.

It’s getting worse.

He had had a hard time trying to get rid of the red dew and confessing to everything. He heard nothing but his sword, rubbing it under the tree in peace.

It would be better for him to be treated like such.

“I know I’m wrong, but I really don’t think I’m a writer, and some things are too heavy for me, and I can’t afford them…”

The wind is blowing the courtyard, the moon is moving, and there is silence in the heavens and the earth.

The long, long and cold face of San’s time has finally opened his mouth and he hesitated to say what had been buried in his heart.

The hand of a soft-swaggered sword, the moonlight spills over her, and the moon shines on her, and for a long time, she lifts her head up and looks for the joy of the sanctuaries, for the first time with such deep sorrow, and her voice is a bit squeaky, almost a word:

“If there is no fit, only without heart, the young lord asks himself, “Are you thinking after all these years of rebirth?” I’m sorry.

The cry of desolation resonated in the courtyard for a long time, as a hammer of memory, slamming it in the heart of a sanctuaries, and his face fell white and his eyes changed.

It must have been one of the most painful sights between twilight and tenderness in many years, and the wind of the night, swirling through their garments, as if the time had hardened until a long smile had cut through the night sky.

When his hands were shaking, his head was smirking, his smile was so sad, he was so full of tears, he threw a bowl in his hand, his soup was splattered, and a sad sound sounded in the yard.

“Yes, yes, I have no heart, I have no heart, I can’t learn the martial arts, I can’t write the articles, I’ve been a weasel from head to toe, I’ve been cooking all my life and only cooking.”

The soup was splattered with cuffs, the hush-and-hush, the tears were pouring out and the whole man was crazed, and he punched his chest and opened his heart to the soft and tenderness of the tree:

“I’ve been repressed for too many years, for too long. Do you know that I’d rather be a cook than a son-in-law? I’m sorry.

“Aro, I must tell you something, I’m actually…”

And when the sound of the courtyard shuts down, and the sound of it is only half of it, but it is full of eyes, astonished by the tenderness of the face.

And only when he turned his back under the tree, ten fingers of fiber, and began to take off his clothes one by one, and her lean back was straight, and she was lonely, and through a piece of the beauty that she could not say.

The charisma was pelted with cold water, and he turned away, awakened, and stretched out his hand, saying, “Aw, what are you doing? I’m sorry.

It was clear to him that his thoughts towards her over the years, at such a time of disagreement, was she going to use it … I didn’t think about it, there was a red red on his face, and he coughed twice, and he was going to twist his head: “You, don’t do this, Aru…”

It was the last one, which was so tender, that it showed the whole back, and there was only a gruesome scar on its back, and it fell in the eyes of the festivities that had yet to turn, and he cried out, softened up, softly opened his mouth, and the sound of a sound that had not touched the garden:

“Five years ago, when the blood baptized in Gargawe Valley, the Master asked me to take the young lord into the middle of the tunnel, and I was stabbed, and the young lord was terrified, but the wound was not heavy, but a shallow scar;

“Four years ago, for the first time in my life, I was inexperienced, and my team was surrounded by a gang of bandits, and I received two more knives, bleeding, fearing the young lord, and then dared to take care of them without telling them. “

“Three years ago, the young lord had a serious illness, and I went to Chiyoma for medical treatment, and when I came down the mountain with it, I met a group of wolves, fortunately I was dying to protect the medicine in my arms, but with a few scars on my back.”

“Two years ago, Liang Di’s birthday, he asked me to enter the palace and try to find out what happened to the snow-camels, but I was undetected and chased all the way to the edge of the cliff, almost broke a leg, and the whole back of the body was all rusty and rotten and I was lucky to recover my life…”

“A year ago, that was the one that took on a particularly dangerous job, and promised to return within six months, but not for two months. Do you know why? That’s because…”

“No, I don’t want to know. Stop it. Stop it.”

In the courtyard, shivering and cuddling, listening to a total collapse, weeping and turning his back to him, without saying anything, just a slow passage:

“Sweetness means nothing, just to tell the young lord that none of this is much, because there are more people who have no chance of getting more, living, this, five years. I’m sorry.

The shiver of the festivities, the rising of the blood and tears, and the calm tone of the tone of silence, were only a blemish that was sorely contained.

“The blood they shed is much more tender than theirs, and the price they pay is much greater than their sacrifice, and what is that which is made so soft, and what is the bitterness that the young Lord eats, and will the young Lord give up now, when he steps on the bones?” I’m sorry.

The sound resonated in the courtyard for a long time, with the night wind, the ceremonial sauna of the moon set, and the whole body was unable to move, with tears falling down on its cheeks and burning on the ground.

For some time, he walked closer to him and picked up the clothes that were scattered on the ground, and wrapped them around her from behind him, and his voice was a little slobbering, with a strong sense of destiny.

“I will not give up, I promise you, and this will… ..retire the work of the winehouse, from this day on, and never again, but only for the sauna. I’m sorry.

He said, ‘I will not flee, but I still want to tell you that there is blood in your heart and death in your heart and that there is a kingdom, and the most important in my heart is you.’ I’m sorry.

(vi)

He moved home with him, and he continued to live in the shadows, with the wind running long and white, with his eyes shaking and three years away.

The year will finally see a wake-up call, and at a critical juncture, they will have a unique opportunity.

Liang’s favorite master is married to his son, one of the bridesmaids, and the eunuchs who found out that she was still planning to do it, but did not realize that the princess had an anorexia before she got married and could not eat anything. A few days later, she lost weight, died in a state of fire and immediately gave the Emperor’s order to summon a chef from all over the country to the palace. Whoever can make food for the princess to eat.

It’s just like God’s extra hand, looking at each other in front of the Emperor’s table, and looking at each other’s faces, and seeing what they’re thinking.

“I’m back! I’m sorry.

When the Emperor’s manifesto was revealed, San had a good time for three years, and had changed into the best cook and cook, and when he was dressed up, he went to the palace as an assistant, and suddenly everything that had been planned became simple, as long as he was close to the princess.

Soon after the three dishes were presented, the princess was summoned to the sanctuaries, and as soon as he entered the bedroom, a red shadow fell upon him, and a head fell into his arms.

“Waywood, woodwood, you’re looking forward to it. Why did you disappear without a word? I’m afraid you won’t see the Emperor’s list, and you won’t reveal it. If I’m married, and everything’s finished, I’ll never see you again.”

And in a chorus of a conversation, the eyes were gliding, with his hands shaking, and his tenderness was stunned, until the red shadow lifted up their heads, and they looked at each other, pouring down their breath,

It was not anyone else who cried and rained in his bellies, but Ms. Red Lou, who had been with him in the winehouse, or, indeed, the youngest daughter of Liang.

The story of Princess Van Luen’s remorse for her marriage is well known, and there are rumours that she is fascinated by a well-crafted and beautiful cook who hangs out in one place in a state of joy to please her Liang Dynasty, but with no means to help the princess.

“I never thought I’d be a man again someday.” I’m sorry.

When I return to the house at night, I shake my head with a sense of cynicism, like I think of something, and say, “What about your side, have you not found a white-eyed snow camel?” I’m sorry.

Because of the sudden appearance of Princess Van Luu, they had to change their plans midway, wrongly and wrongly, to stay with the princess and wait for a white-eyed snow camel.

Quite apart, one cooks for the princess on a daily basis in her capacity as Chai Yun Yuen, makes her happy and brings up useful clues, and one travels through the palace in the middle of the night, looking for the trail of a white-eyed snow camel.

Because of what she said when she took the “Red Lair”, Princess Marlowe is still only a sister who is happy when she is cold, and is not too suspicious.

In the end, under the side knocks of the festivities of the Sanctuary, it finally came from the confused mouth of Princess Van Luen, a white-eyed snow camel who was formerly a dowry, and was later transferred to the royal temple of Chi Yun, outside the palace, as the treasure of the town temple, and no wonder it was not seen in the palace.

It is not easy for the temples of the thousand clouds to be guarded, and their monks as clouds, to get from them white-eyed snow camels. A message came from them, not knowing whether it is good or bad, while they are in a state of peace.

Princess Van Lui fell on her knees and prayed for the night before Liang, seeking nod from her beloved daughter, who had been allowed to take advantage of the man who was no one else, and who was naturally a popular ‘David’, and the beautiful cook of the evil-doing nation, ‘Zigu’.

With the solemnity of this marriage, the beautiful snow camel will be taken back from the Temple and will again serve as a bride’s dowry for the princess.

As soon as Princess Van Luu’s wedding is over, she’ll be cold enough to steal a white-eyed snow camel and leave the palace as soon as she gets two.

It’s just that, while this is an all-embracing plan, it’s still not a smile on your soft face. It’s a very delicate feeling.

“Aro, are you jealous?”

She had a soft face that showed an ulterior red red. She had no time to hide her head. “I don’t have any other ideas. I’m sorry.

“It’s so nice to have a little face like this, and it’s too old to be a little girl, too old to be angry all day long, and a little shame like this.”

The cold face was redder and eagerly and ashamedly tried to draw out his hand, but he was caught in the middle of the sauna, and he was able to take her hand and put it to his lips and moan, “Aw, seriously, don’t worry, I only see Princess Mandarin as my sister, no one but you, you know, all these years, you’re the only woman in my heart.”

“Sweety talk, shameless.” I’m sorry.

He smiled, and his eyes began to shine, and he kissed his soft fingers, and he splattered his lips, “No harm must happen, and I want to make you a bowl of long faces every year… ..

(vii)

The night of the night, when the candles and the fireworks were in the sky, and in their hearts, the day came.

This day’s festivities, like waterfalls, are so handsome and so tender that they are far away from the crowd and they don’t know what it feels like.

She saw him take her hand, walk under the pyrotechnics, look at each other in a way that was more nuanced, but no longer thinking, turning away from the night.

This big wedding moment is her best chance!

And now she is placed in the palace’s treasures, and she knew it before, and she is as light as a butterfly in the darkness, avoiding the guards, and shuddering into it.

She could hardly contain the excitement of years of hard work, without a layer of cold heart beating.

But it is not known that a pyrotechnic flower outside the loft is emptied, and its plentiful after it is an utter destruction, and what is the beginning of the night when it is brewing.

That must be the last thing she’d want to remember in her life, just as she dived to the attic, reaching out her hand, and was about to touch the white-eyed snow camel that was placed in the innermost,

A crowd of guards rushing up to the attic like a tide, making a scene, and she’s surrounded!

It’s the result of a dream and a dream, and the guards, the leader of the crowd, not the others, who should have been drunk in the new room, waiting for her to go to her house and meet the sauna!

And with her in her arms, she looked in her dark eyes, and looked soft, and still smiled beautifully.

“I’m sure I’ll pay my respects to my father and father! I’m sorry.

The blades were surrounded, the eyes were so tender, I couldn’t believe to look at the time of the saloon, and the saloon was moving, as if there were words, and the last thing I said was:

How dare you steal the palace treasure! I’m sorry.

At that moment, it seemed to have heard another pyrotechnic pyrotechnic in its ears, but it brought nothing but a plume of silence, like the sound of a heart dying.

It was not until she was put on death row in a bad state, and when Princess Van Luu came to her in the shape of the victors that she knew what had happened that night, which she had not anticipated.

On that night, when she was in her new room, she was drunk with a bottle of “smuggle” wine, and when she was about to walk away, she was caught by a hand, and he turned back and looked at a smileful eye.

The old “drunk” Princess Manlu sits up, not only with clear eyes, but also with a few inaccuracies:

“Does the horse think that Mandarin really doesn’t know who you are? I’m sorry.

At that moment, the head was buzzing and a face bursting.

This is an all-embracing event, and I never thought it would end up in the skynet that Princess Man-Lou had already laid.

Since she grew up in the palace, Princess Van Luang, whose appearance, although naive, was not entirely urban, had been strange to her three years earlier when her men had not been able to find out what had happened to Chai Yunyu, and then when she came to the palace and kept knocking on her face, she became more suspicious, unmistakably looking in that direction, and secretly ordered people to watch the twilight of the event, which was a shock to her.

“It’s hard for you to hide it from me. You’re Sam’s orphan.

In the new room, when she listens cold and sweaty, Princess Van Luu blinks and suddenly smiles at him: “Who says I like you?

What are the two ways? The softness of the cell became clear almost immediately, and it was clear that Princess Van Luang had been proud to lighten her red lips and to slow out: both paths were dead, with the difference between two dead and one dead.

“A wise man will certainly choose the second path, and you will not blame him for abandoning him, because you have no place in his heart, and you won’t have any more love for yourself, because you think you’re such a woman, and you’re just making fun of yourself.

The scene was said to be used in cold sarcasm, to hear but only to laugh, to laugh, to cry down on his cheeks, to be cold and cold.

That’s all of it. It’s nothing wrong. She shouldn’t have wanted something.

It’s as if many years ago, for the first time ever, a little twilight made her a long life.

“The Master of Ghost candles says this is your birthday, and I have made this bowl for you, and I pray for a long, long and peaceful life…”

When the youths fell on their faces, and Jun-soo’s face was in utter mourning: “So let no one die, and no one sleeps in that cold grave.” I’m sorry.

As if it were yesterday, only yesterday, when it was all over, and the only thing that didn’t change was that, as in the past, the long life would never last long, and fortunately, in the old days of yellow, the little boy who was still standing in the Garuda, who was standing behind her and swaying with her horns, said, “I’ll make you a long life for every year to come, okay? I’m sorry.

In the sharp laughter of Princess Van Luen, the flash of an attack outside the cell was slowly sliding against the wall, unable to slide, only to bury her head deep and weeping in silence.

“Aro, Aru, I’m sorry…”

The throat rolls, swallows the sound of silence in its arms and collapses if not in a certain faith, but in a whole world.

(viii)

♪ ♪ Que sera to death ♪

He made it all with his own hands, but it was poisoned without exception.

In the damp and damp cell, sitting in the cuffs and laughing, he said:

“Aro, I’ve asked you for this last honor, and I’m on the way to Yellow Springs. I’m sorry.

It was only in the corner that the cold-coloured uniforms were slowly raised.

“I used to think you were just a wimp, a lot of things you’re weak, but now I realize you don’t have a heart. I’m sorry.

The moment the wind was blowing out of the sky, the moment the sun was coming out of the cell, it was as if a heart was half loose, but it was still resonating in its ears:

“The kingdom is broken, one inch of blood, one inch of joy, and I never want to see you again if I have another life. I’m sorry.

It’s nice that he’s whispering, he’s looking at the night sky, and if she doesn’t meet him in her next life, maybe she’ll be able to live a better life.

It’s just that she’s wrong to say that he’s…

“Aro, if you don’t want to be happy when you’re in San, then I’ll meet Chai Yunichi, okay? *He murmurs and stretches out his hand, but catches only the cold wind through his sleeves, as a tempt, and awakes, looking around, and then he starts to laugh *

“No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no, no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no I’m sorry.

The eyes are filled with sorrow and with a vision that is no longer visible to him. He is raised with his head and he walks with the stars, for the first time in an image that is no longer cowardly, and bravely marches forward to his destiny, which he was destined for long ago.

And the first of the life of the Zaqqum, and the death of the sanctuaries.

The only regret was that she didn’t hear his name, his real name…

Yogi, Chaichi.

Chai-yun had thought that he would live as a happy man for the rest of his life.

Sleeping with each other for years, he couldn’t bear to tell the tenderness. Indeed, a white-eyed snow camel could never be awakened by anyone again, because, in the shattering palace many years ago, the San clan had all been destroyed and no trace left behind.

He was not a true saloon. He was nothing but a guacamole that survived in the shadows, a small orphan in the kitchen, and a guacamole.

The memory of that year never faded from the nightmare, and he was called to the bedroom by the Officer-in-Charge, compared to the Prince, and was carefully examined back and forth and forth, and he was not able to touch his hands until he shivered. I’m sorry.

He was chosen, when the palace was broken, as a small orphan in the chef, to wear the Prince’s clothes and become the Prince’s “successful ghost”.

“And don’t blame us for being so mean, for your life, for dying for the Crown.

By way of mockery, he still remembers the manner in which the officer-in-charge, who said that, did not remember what the real prince looked like when he was the same age and the same size.

And when his head was in the corner, and for a moment the door of the bedroom was kicked out, and the blood came out, he raised his head, and his face was white, and thought he was really dying.

So many sharp blades, every one of them with blood dripping on it, and yelling at him, “Look, there’s the prince.” I’m sorry.

He ran away with his life and was scared and shivered with tears: “No, don’t kill me, please don’t kill me…”

Just a long knife was cut down, and he closed his eyes screaming, thinking that he was dying on the spot, with blood all over him — not his blood.

“The Prince has finally found you, and the valley of Gargamel is late, and I hope the Prince will forgive me.” I’m sorry.

When he was taken out by a ghost candle, he looked back and saw a familiar dress in a pile of corpses, and it was with him that he was supposed to be escorted out, but somehow the real prince who died with the boss.

His pupils were shrunk, his mouth was clogged, and he could not say a word, shaking.

It was amazing how he was in the middle of a war, when his “false prince” was saved by the blood of the entire Garuda Valley, while the real prince died in a firefight and never escaped.

Later, he woke up from nightmares, and he was sitting in the dark and breathing with his mouth full of blood in front of him.

And when he was in the house, he woke up, and came to give him water, and put him in his arms, and did not rest him: “It’s all right, young man, it’s all right, it’s all right.

His nose is sour and he wants to cry. He doesn’t, he doesn’t, he’s not a real lord!

He was afraid to tell the truth and never knew how to tell it. So many people died to save him, and then even the entire Garuda was baptized, and he couldn’t tell the truth in the face of a warm and warm look!

Neither blood nor tears could wash away her faith, and she was stronger than he could have imagined, and he could not afford and be more ungrateful to the pursuit of death.

But the larger the lie, they came to Liang, and she taught him to learn martial arts, and she inculcated him with “one inch of blood” and everything went to the point where it would never end.

But after all, he’s not a real prince, and even if he’s forced to do it, he’s still the one who wants to cook and can only cook.

How many times does he want to confess to the tenderness of his country, and even try to say it every year at the national sacrifice: “If not, do not return.” It’s good to be a cook.”

But every time he saw a softer breath, his words fell, and he couldn’t speak, how could he dare destroy her faith and destroy her?

And he was greedy in his own heart, and he was an orphan from childhood, an orphan who gave him the warmth of his house, and slept with him in his sleep, and lived with him, and could not lose it.

Until he went to the winehouse to help the cook, and he was sore under the tree, he finally wanted and told her:

“I’ve been repressed for too many years, for too long. Do you know that I’d rather be a cook than a son-in-law? I’m sorry.

“Aro, I must tell you something, I’m actually…”

In fact, the words stopped, and he was in the courtyard, because the tenderness under the tree had turned silently, and had faded from his clothes, and he had a scarred back.

“I promise you from this day on, I will never do anything more than sauna. I’m sorry.

And he lost, and put on her garments, and when he said it, his voice was filled with a strong sense of destiny.

So she quit her job, moved home, even listened to her, and entered the palace three years later.

He was prepared to turn back, and according to his plan, they would have stolen the dowry from the palace, and his blood would certainly have been of no use, but he could have taken it off to another place, where he could have witnessed the tenderness of the euphoria, which could not have called for a white-eyed snow camel, and perhaps he would have put aside his thoughts and lived in peace with him.

But all of this was a beautiful vision, and he was naive, and he was a useless wretch that got caught in a trap and put her on death row.

But he did not lie to her, and she had blood in her heart and death, and the most important of his heart was her.

So in the two roads Princess Van Luu chose for him, he chose the second.

Both roads are dead. The difference is between two dead or one dead.

He chose the second because the one who died would not be her.

(ix)

Later, when she went to many and many places, no one else had given her a long life face, she realized that she had been in love not with the scent of a long life, but with the person who made it for her.

But she can only touch him in her dream, which still looks like a hippie face and shakes her fan undisguisedly: “What do you think? I’m sorry.

“You’re a hero! She scolded, but reached out and touched nothing, woke up in the dark, sat in her breath, shattered the windows in the night and touched tears in her hands.

He was the last of the white-eyed snow camels he put on her, and a long letter of farewell. He confessed to her, but dared to “show” her on paper.

It was a shame that his daughter had been smuggled out of the palace by the Darts when he was tied to explosives and Liang Emperor.

“The coward, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave… In the darkness, she smiled and laughed, but she reached out and held her hand over her chest, and she fell on the ground with all her mighty treasure.

In a loud bang, she smiled and covered her face with tears.

It is a cold night, and the clouds cover the moon, and no one will be with her for the rest of her life.

Record number: YX01NPmadWjZ3DVA7

No evil.

The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.

Late Night Emotion Institute, etc.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.