Everyone was frightened by Xuanyuan, and they were all silent, no matter how Ren Zhuohua begged again, no one dared to help her.

Just when everyone sighed and sighed, Tao Yao was desperate.

Suddenly there was a shower of fragrant wind and flowers in the air.

The wind blows with sound, like chanting words and making music.

The flowers fall in an orderly manner, like a pen walking dragon and snake.

A sentence of words, groaning in my ears, jumped in front of my eyes.

Tao Yao looked up, only to feel that the jade layer was like white bones, and the red pieces were like flesh and blood.

The flower is a manzhu flower, and it is clear who is helping her at a glance.

But when she listened to and watched the poem of the painting heart-to-heart, she bit her lips and bit them, and she couldn't read a word.

"What, now I know that I want to be backbone? Your sincerity to the prince can't withstand the resentment in your heart against this seat? Don't you want to fight with me, you can't enter the door without a heart, how can you fight with me?"

The voice of the painting heart sounded softly in the phoenix, only Tao Yao heard it, and only she could hear it.

"The book is quiet and the clouds are shallow and half hazy, and the Yiyun is drunk before the flowers.

The thrush is as beautiful as snow, and the heart is exquisite. ”

As if bewitched, Tao Yao read word by word according to the falling flowers, read the last last note, the steps fell red and scattered, it seemed that it never came with the wind, Tao Yao raised her knees full of holes, and climbed the first jade step tremblingly.

"The prince is really good Yaxing, and he actually thought of using talents to accept beautiful people, and poems on the jade level. I think it will be a good story for you and her in the future. The two fingers of the painting heart kneaded and kneaded a ball of red glow, and finally pinched it into a heart character, which fell between the two white seeds.

"The princess is really good at writing, and she even thought of painting poems with red and spreading sound with incense. Presumably, the world will know the name of the princess's virtue from now on. Shuyi's fingertips were about to fly, lining his jade fingers like the moon, but the son did not fall.

Su fingers lingered, he raised his head slightly, his eyes were like a cold moon shining on autumn frost, his eyebrows were twisted, and he became a thousand sorrows.

Draw the heart, draw the heart.

This king has been camping step by step, insulting her everywhere, all for you.

And you, all the way, help her step by step, why?

Do you want this king to marry her into the door, or are you confident that this king will not have a half-affection for her?

At the beginning, you said that you wanted to be a couple for a lifetime, but now it is you who forced the king to take a concubine to welcome the newcomer, and it was you who painted the inscription to let the king not forget his original intention, but now it is your original intention to forget!

In the end, Shuyi also pinched the flowing cloud into a heart word, fell lightly, and ate the heart word Chixiazi, and said without hurry, "It's just that the princess is so single-minded, I'm afraid she will lose again." ”

The style of calligraphy and chess is weird, virtual and real, very difficult to figure out, at this time he is a finger of the clouds, one son falls faster than the other, the fall is like flying, and the long drive goes straight in, without giving the painting a chance to breathe.

The heart of the chess is gentle, all the way to follow, and there is no offensive, but it can barely maintain a close match.

Naturally, gentleness is not the nature of the painting, nor is it the desire of the painting, but she has no choice but to twist the Xia Xia chess game with one hand, and the other hand has to use the flower rain and fragrance to relieve the siege of the jade steps outside the heart.

The left brain thinks about the chess path, and the right brain composes poems.

Neither is she good at, and it's hard to take care of both.

Of course, Shuyi is also absent-minded, otherwise there is no room for her to struggle, and the pain in his heart is unprecedented.

He has done his best to maintain this marriage, but she has to work hard to disintegrate.

If he doesn't let her go, she's going to get another person in, and she just doesn't want to have a good time with him.

So...... What's the point?

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