Yu Wenzheng's Jinkou Yuyan, the queen mother had no objection, so she arranged for the concubine to sleep, so she settled it. Even if someone was dissatisfied, she only dared to slander and dare not say it.
After sitting for less than half an hour, the emperor resigned, holding the car in hand, and drove to the direction of the Guoxue Academy.
Above the car, Yu Wenzheng leaned against the car to keep his eyes closed, and his lips spit out light fluttering. It was full of threatening words: "Remember the agreement you signed with me, don't delusion from being able to escape the control of me. Then there will be next time
, I don’t guarantee what means to force you to fight. "
"Sinica dare not!" Chu Yueyin pinched the pink fist, secretly angry, don't look at him over his face.
Yu Wenyi opened her eyes, her lips tightly, and she looked at her anger. After a while, she smiled faintly: "I hope this is Zi Tong's sincerity!"
Chu Yueyin stared at the corner of the car intently, covering his heart with his hands, there seemed to be a dagger, and he was late.
"Chen Ye knows his identity, and he will not violate the order of the emperor, but the emperor should not expect that Chen Ji will be willing to be used by you. The emperor must listen to the truth and should go to Xue Shufei!"
Without the words, Chu Yueyin was instantly strangled by Yu Wenzheng, and he was working hard little by little, as if testing the limit of her endurance.
Chu Yueyin stared at Yu Wenzheng's eyes, and he had no doubt that he would not say a little bit of emotion. The next moment he stretched her up in this car.
The bloody sky came up, and Chu Yueyin seemed to see the other side of the other shore flowers, and the two sides of the River River were opened. She slowly closed the empty eyes and gave up the struggle.
Just die like this, leave this world that does not belong to her. She is just a passer -by. There is no one worthy of her nostalgia here.
Yu Wenzheng's face is getting more and more blurred, and the sound of the wheels becomes ethereal ... Chu Yueyin's life is passing quickly, and it is about to reach the critical point of life and death. Suddenly a handsome man flashed in front of her eyes, a pair of pairs
Chan Ruoxing's eyes stared at her affectionately, Yan Hong's lips murmured something, and then turned to leave.
"Don't go!" Chu Yueyin kept him silently, but saw that between the white world, the man went further and further, and gradually became a black spot. In the end, he couldn't see it.
Yu Wenzheng hesitated, and the hand that choked his throat relaxed a little.
"Don't kill me!" The hoarse voice rushed out of her throat, Chu Yueyin held Yu Wenzheng's fingers, struggling to struggle. At the moment she was just on the verge of death, she found the meaning of living in this world.
At that time, a person quietly gave birth to a root in her heart and sprouts. For him, she would live well.
Yu Wenzheng looked at Chu Yueyin's survival fighting spirit in surprise and retracted her hand. Just now she changed back to the long -piercing woman and inspired his hidden suffocation. He said to himself.
It is because of Chu Yueyin because she still has the value of use.
This is the second time from Yu Wenzheng's hands to escape. Chu Yueyin covered his throat with both hands, which was very painful, and even more painful! No matter how gentle, how gentle Yu Wenzheng was in front of people, he was fascinated.
Everyone, even confused her, but his bones were a violent emperor, treating his wife as a chess piece, and seeing people like grass.
At this moment, Chu Yueyin vowed secretly that she would not let Yu Wenzhang have a chance to kill her for the third time, never!
Che Yan stopped in front of the National Academy. The collar of Chu Yueyin La Gaogong was slowly underground. She turned around and watched the Che Wenhuan of Yu Wenzheng.
After entering the National Academy, I sat behind the curtain and listened to Liao Guangze.
Liao Xixi was a Chinese from Tibetan. He lost his mother since he was a child and followed his father to travel to the country. He returned to the Tibetan Kingdom two years ago. He was hired by Yu Wenzheng as a western seat.
Today, Chu Yueyin arrived late. After listening to Liao Guangze's class, it was almost noon. After walking out of the country, Chu Yueyin was planning to get on the car. Suddenly he heard someone calling her behind, and looked back. It turned out to be Wenhui.
Wen Hui was wearing a pale gray robe, holding Feng Mingqin, and stood in front of her.
"Queen's mother, I didn't see you when I was lectured this morning, I thought you wouldn't come today."
"Teacher Wen, this palace is delayed. Tomorrow will come to listen to Teacher Wen to lecture on time." Moreover, she couldn't hear Wen Hui's lectures anymore.
He won't tell Wen Hui, so as not to worry about it, and he doesn't want to pass it to Chu Yan's ears.
Wen Hui shook his head and said: "Wei Chen didn't mind the Queen's mother who did not come to listen to Wechen's lesson. Wei Chen was just entrusted by Master Chu.
A warm flow of the heart that flows through Chu Yueyin. Chu Yan has no blood relationship with her, but when she is like her biological daughter, she not only prepares a lot of silver tickets.
Following her life in the palace. Moreover, Chu Yan knew that Yu Wenzheng "pets" her, but never mentioned the request.
"The queen mother ... the queen mother ..." Wen Hui saw Chu Yueyin's into God, and called her.
Chu Yueyin returned to God, his eyes swept to Feng Mingqin in Wen Hui's arms, and asked curiously: "Where does Teacher Wen hold Feng Mingqin to go?"
"Wei Chen is going to Yixuan and ask Huangfu's son." Wen Hui showed a big smile, and seemed to be looking at the meeting between the meeting with Huangfuyan.
Wen Hui took Feng Mingqin, and naturally went to ask Qinyi. However, Wen Hui's Qinyi was one of the best in Tibetan.
Is Huang Fuyan's piano art better than Wen Hui?
Wen Hui seemed to see Chu Yueyin's doubts, and said with a smile: "There are mountains outside the mountain, there are people outside the people. Weichen has practiced piano skills since childhood.
Winning. "
When Chu Yueyin thought about it, he understood Wen Hui determined: "The person that Teacher Wen said is Huangfu's son?"
"It is. And," Wen Hui suddenly approached a step, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "Huangfu son has Long Xiaoqin."
"Is it Long Xiaoqin, who is as famous as Feng Mingqin?" Chu Yueyin exclaimed, immediately covered the lip of the cherry blossoms with his hands, and looked at the palace people who left and right. "
Long Xiaoqin and Feng Mingqin are the same roots, a couple piano, Long Xiao is a husband, deep and elegant, like a man with a stood, and Feng Ming is a wife, the clever woman, like a graceful woman. Long