13. Like a dream is not real
"Ranxi, there are some things that you have to get used to, whether you accept them or not."
An Ruoyu smoothed the remaining hair around her ears and sent the words in her hand to the other two men who had been silent.
"If the dream is unreal, who will abandon me?"
The lips as red as cinnabar were slightly opened, and he slowly uttered a few words. The man who had been silent finally raised his head, showing a clean face that was indifferent to the world. He looked at the words written by An Ruoyu, his eyes were blurred and charming.
abnormal.
"An Ruoyu, how can civility and martial arts be compared to each other? Literary men debate in the court, and warriors gallop on the battlefield. Zi Xun and I were originally eagles swimming in the sky, how can we safely be things in the pond and end our remaining lives.
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The man next to Su Zihun was dressed in dark robes, with straight facial features, a resolute face, and a cold expression. He spoke words of resentment.
"Otherwise, warriors are all reckless. They think about killing and killing every day. Isn't it good like this? People in all countries live and work in peace and contentment, with abundant resources and strong people. It is rare to have harmony."
Disapprovingly, An Ruoyu sat down next to Su Zixin. An Ruoyu turned her head to admire Su Zixin's exquisite face, and unconsciously lost her mind.
I really can’t reconcile myself to it. How could there be a more handsome man in this world than him?
"It's just that we, five-foot-tall men, have been wronged."
Nan Ranxi was a bit self-deprecating, which was quite inexplicable.
After all, these few people in front of me are all dragons among men, and they are all powerful figures in their respective countries, but they all fell into the hands of this girl Shi Hanyan.
When it came to marching, fighting, and arranging troops, they were sure of victory, but when they met her, they all turned into eggplants beaten by frost, unable to stand up even if they wanted to.
"This is a shame!"
Huoran stood up, and Su Zixi slammed her strong hand on the table. With a bang, the precious white jade inkstone on the table was knocked over.
"Brother."
There was a look of anxiety on her fair face. Su Zihun tightly held the corner of Su Zixi's clothes, pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Zi Xun, don't stop me. I'm going to go find that girl and make it clear."
Su Zixi shook off Su Zixin's hand irritably, and Su Zixi was a little angry.
"Oh? Who is looking for me?"
After lying on the lawn and getting up out of boredom, Leng Yuhan appeared at the corner pavilion when the four beauties were talking to each other, and almost listened to the entire content of their conversation.
Leng Yuhan's eyes swept across the four beauties whose expressions suddenly changed, and Leng Yuhan stepped forward to the corner pavilion.
None of her husbands gave her peace of mind. She found the best and dealt with them all.
"If the dream is unreal, who will abandon me? Ruoyu, did you write this word?" [
Unbelievably, Leng Yuhan took the calligraphy from An Ruoyu's hand and raised his eyebrows, hinting at a hint of happiness.
I never thought that there were fonts similar to modern Chinese in Shi Hanyan's dynasty? Fortunately, she was good at writing and could easily recognize a few of them.
"Hui Wangye, it was written by Ruo Yu."
With a gentle smile, An Ruoyu's smile was as beautiful as a flower, so beautiful that it made people feel trance-like.
"Well, it's a very big realm. I know that all the princes and husbands here are heavenly beings. It's a bit humiliating for you to be trapped in this small prince's palace. It's just that
Leng Yuhan paused and said: "It's just that I have some secular affairs to deal with now. I will give you an explanation after they are dealt with. I hope the four princes can give me some time, how about it?"
"What does the prince mean by this?"
Chapter completed!