MTL - Here Comes The Lady Chef-Chapter 543 Ren Yue, Ren Yue!
It was the thirty-fourth year of the Cheng Dynasty in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was the time when all the families were reunited and toasted.
The fireworks in Beijing are colorful, reflecting the whole night sky.
Gorgeous and brilliant.
The door of Renfu was closed tightly. There was no red light or fireworks. There was no crisp sound of a firecracker.
Deadly silence.
"Master, General Sheng has brought back the relic of the third son, look at this ..." Uncle De, the old steward of Renfu, looked sad.
"Nonsense! That's just Yue Er's lost belongings! Yue Er will be fine! He will definitely come back!" Yan's face shook his head in disapproval.
"Ma'am! I know that you are upset! But you can't hide the fact that Yue's death has finally disappeared! Our Yue'er, don't you know it! That's his possession, never leave! If he still has a breath , Will definitely not let us worry about him sadly! "Ren Hongting gently took Yan's arms into his arms, and gently patted Yan's sobbing back slowly," Madam, the sword on the battlefield has no eyes, the battle horse is restored, the soldier Su Xiangxiang ... Now that Yue'er's body is missing, I'm afraid it's already broken ... "Ren Hongting's old tears ran across his cheeks like a spring.
The man did not cry easily, but he did not reach the sad spot.
It is the saddest thing in the world to send white hair to black people!
"No! No! No! No! Yueer will not die, he will not break! He will not, will not ..." Yan cried, struggling from the arms of Ren Hongting Prolapsed, pale complexion, weak expression, trembling all over.
"Ma'am! That's it, now that Yue'er can't come back! We can't let his soul drift in the vast desert! We can't let Yue'er be the lonely lonely grave ghost! Madam!" Embraced Yan's shoulder. Shaking vigorously, it seems that it is necessary to exhaust all his strength to awaken and wake up the poor mother!
"Yueer! Yueer ..." Yan's mouth called foolishly. His eyes were dull.
"Come here, set up a spiritual seat and a spiritual hall for the three young masters!" Ren Hongting's arms tightly embraced Yan's silly slang, yelling loudly in his mouth.
Xiao Anzi's eyes were red, like two pecans on his back, holding the prepared spiritual position in his arms, and closely following Uncle De.
The long plain cloth gently passed the eyes of everyone in Renfu, and silently rested on the beam of the front hall ...
As if just yesterday. There is also a bright red silk silk here, shining!
The heart-wrenching white silk flower hangs high above the front hall ...
As if just yesterday. The lanterns are colorful and colorful here!
Do not dare to look directly at the huge and incomparable word "lao" in the middle of the front hall.
As if just yesterday, the huge "囍" character here. Still able to reflect the lovely face of the newcomer. Just yesterday, a pair of puppets, the groom was like a jade, and the bride was ashamed.
However, at the moment, there was neither a groom nor a bride in the large front hall.
Some are just as quiet as death.
Because there are no bones, there is no coffin;
Ling Pai was placed alone on the front desk.
The white candle was lonely. Fireworks simmer.
A brazier containing ingots and ingots burned silently in the sight of everyone.
Weep silently. Because of great sorrow in my heart.
As if the young man who flew by the wind and the wind, the world standing there smiling with a smile.
As if yesterday, the dragon and phoenix hilarious candles and colorful candy are displayed here.
"Yueer!" Xu was the abruptly changing atrium, which stimulated Yan's nerves. This already weak mother, exclaimed at the spiritual position of Ren Yue, was sadly fainted in the huge and extremely "found "under!
"Mrs. Fu go in and rest ..." Ren Hongting waved his hand gently, and the sister-in-law wiped away tears of Fu Fuyan.
Raising his eyes again, Ren Hongting was already in tears, and his knees no longer had the strength of support. The whole person kneeled heavily under Ren Yue's spirit card.
"Master!" All the people in the front hall knelt down, bowed their heads, and silently accompanied Ren Hongting, who had already run out of cash, and silently accompanied the three young masters who could never return-Ren Yue!
In the severe winter of the 34th year of the Cheng Dynasty in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the freezing snow in the desert sent a whole cold winter!
A young woman, dressed in an aqua-colored dress and a slender body, bumped up and down on a dark and sturdy steed, which seemed to stand out!
"Girl Wen, slow down! You will not be able to run like this!" Sheng Yaoshan sat on the red rabbit with a tired face, hissing and trying to stop the gentle riding speed!
She is just a weak woman!
She has never learned to ride a horse!
Immediately since I crossed the capital, I have never slept, and I have traveled thousands of miles!
"Drive!" A soft, hoarse voice floated in the galloping air. Soft and white hands, Zhou fiercely beat the stables, and then grasped the reins tightly.
Vivid red flows from between the fingers.
Sheng Yaoshan froze!
It was clearly the scar on the palm of the reins!
"Stop! Stop! You're hurt!" Sheng Yaoshan snapped.
"Ren Yue! Wait for me! Ren Yue! I know that you are waiting for me!" Gentle murmured to himself without taking the reminder of Sheng Yaoshan into consideration, and his riding speed became faster and faster!
The cold wind brushed her hair and unplugged her head ruthlessly.
Long black hair draped and scattered in the desolate north wind.
Feng Shuang cut her face, her cheeks seemed to be injured by sharp tools, and all the bloodstains were red!
The wind was blowing snowflakes around her, and her resolute eyes only had a fluttering figure in white. There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, with soft falling water flowing in his eyes, and his long fingers fell behind.
In the wild desert war, the 3,000 elites of the Sheng Family Army and the 100,000 Army of Kashgar died together!
Ren Yuexue appeared in surprise, joined forces alone, and Sheng Yaoshan, who was left alone, went from night to day!
at last!
In the big week, the legend of Sheng Jiajun's undefeated was continued!
But Ren Yue never came back ...
Even if the silver belt soft sword is in hand, even if the personal jade flute is in hand, gentleness does not trust Vietnam War and die.
He is Ren Yue! He followed Ren Yue in this past and present life!
Although gentleness has not been clearly affirmed, in her heart, all the hints in the meditation have convinced her that he is the Ren Yue of the previous life!
Although he is thin and fussy, he is a hero who never dies in a gentle heart!
From night to day.
From the wait of the candlesticks in the cave house ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ to the bad news of the battlefield!
The undead hero was defeated in this way, emotionally, it really made gentleness unacceptable.
Gently covered with injuries, but carrying all kinds of magical wounds donated by Nangong Xue ran across the horse.
She thought that since Sheng Yaoshan just brought Ren Yue's carry-on, but did not bring Ren Yue's body ... then, he is not sure that he must be dead!
He is such a mysterious person. If he is not dead, he will be rescued anyway. If he died, let her find out his bones and bury him by himself ... He is so handsome and not like any Dirty, must not let him become the dead bones in the desert and those stinky bones rot together!
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(My chest hurts so much, I suddenly feel sorry for it .... The long vacation is over immediately, but Rong Rong's hard work is still going on, and it will end soon. I will give everyone an unexpected ending very seriously ~ not abuse , Absolutely not abuse, hehe. Ask for all tickets and subscriptions ~ for double little pink ~ Rong Rong Meng Meng for everything o (n_n) o ~~) (to be continued ...) ()
