On the other side, compared with the Xu family, it is another different world.
The night that comes as promised is dark, and it never makes people wait and miss it for a long time. Under the northern imperial city where heavy rains are everywhere, thousands of families are dimly lit. Heavy rain means helping all living beings. The heavy raindrops that sound from the roof hit the roof tiles, like a long-lasting pleasant melody.
On a heavy rainy night, you will never hear noises that make people feel irritable or noisy. For those who fear heavy rain, only those who are homeless and have no home will be able to endure the cold with difficulty in enduring the cold and sigh at the heavy rain that is clueless.
And this situation should not exist in the North Yàn.
The current emperor of the North is known for his five hundred years of civil and military achievements. No one can surpass him. He is a contemporary hero who has never been born in the world. When he was young, he once told everyone around him: If I take charge of the world, I will not let a person in the world freeze to death or starve to death on the streets.
In fact, Emperor Murong, who has taken over the world, has been doing this for decades. Emperor Murong, even if there are 3,000 beauties and beautiful women in the harem and Empress Dugu, who has the first beauty, is also famous all over the world for being unlustful. He is very frugal, does not like to build palaces, does not like to spend money, but just works hard to fulfill his original promise.
For a king, light labor service, reduced taxes, appointing talents, and caring for the people were fully demonstrated in Emperor Yàn. From the beginning of his capture of the world, he strived to achieve everything he expected.
Therefore, to this day, the prosperity and prosperity of the North is obvious to all. The people in the territory have no worries about food and clothing, abundant money and food, and are aspired by literati and sages, and they are ideal countries.
It is precisely because of this that the people in the north and the subjects of other countries have to be said that Emperor Yàn was a wise and wise monarch who was rarely seen in five hundred years.
At this moment, as the heir of such a talented and wise monarch, on such a quiet night, he was like his father. In the reflection of the candlelight in the small building, his back was covered in simple and simple linen white clothes, which looked very much like his father Emperor Murong.
The Murong family loves literati, and this is how his father is. Murong Xi is the crown prince his father trusts the most. He is full of the shadow of Emperor Yàn, and he is carved out of the same mold.
The only unsatisfactory thing is that he does not have the martial arts skills that can suppress a bunch of arrogant soldiers and generals like Emperor Yàn.
At this time, he was alone in front of the table by the window, silently holding up his pen and writing. His simple figure in white clothes could not hide his majesty. The candlelight shone on his thin body, just like a saint.
The heavy rain outside the window was turbulent, and the lights outside the building gradually became sparse, with only the heavy raindrops on the roof hitting the roof tiles. Murong Xi's appearance was handsome, majestic, handsome and elegant. He was a typical majestic man with a majestic temperament. At this time, the cool breeze of heavy rain outside blew in through the window, and the stove on the ground was red.
The handwriting on the paper is neat, clear and beautiful, and the handwriting is also written in beautiful small calligraphy. I wonder if it is pouring heavy rain through this, but he remembered the age he had first met.
In the sound of heavy rain, Murong Xi's hand holding a pen and writing left lines of beautiful handwriting on the paper, black and white paper, which looked particularly beautiful.
He had heard a quietly stimulating voice in the sound of the rain.
In the small building where he lives, in the stairs, in the heavy rain, a sound of vagueness and touching hearts came from the sound of walking... From the sound of shaking, it is not difficult to hear that the person who went upstairs was a dignified, beautiful, noble and generous woman. The sound was the sound of her walking step by step on the stairs in extremely elegant high heels. The sound of walking was meticulous and not urgent. It can be seen from the other side that Lan Zhihui's heart can be seen.
As his guess proves, the one who walked up to him was not only a dignified and noble woman, but also a beautiful fairy who was pure and elegant, and was in the minds of men in the world.
Murong Xi's back moved slightly, and she was still focusing on words that had not been written on the table. Behind him, the beautiful fairy dressed in white clothes, which was as pure as snow, was clear and unconventional as the fairy, holding a red candle in her hand, shining on the road. The candlelight shone from bottom to top, illuminating the fairy's face in the night, making her even more holy and unparalleled and amazing.
Once the fairy in white appeared, the candles held in her jade hand became more gentle, scattered, and the room was filled with red candlelight, just like a fairy landing in the sky, the candlelight merged into her. She was dressed in white, and her whole body was so beautiful that it was inviolable, exuding a crystal bright luster.
Murong Xi would not turn a blind eye to such a fairy beauty, so he turned around slightly, smiled faintly on his face, and said like water: You are here... …
The fairy could hear from his voice that Murong Xi had some warmth that she showed to her. Her black hair blew slightly through her white-clothed snow shoulders in the wind, and her red lips opened lightly, and her voice was as clear as ice and snow, saying: Yes.
Murong Xi turned his head and continued to lift the pen and write on the white paper.
His tone of speech was light, as if he was always saying: I remember when we first met, it was two years ago. It had been so long in the blink of an eye, and it was like a dream.
The fairy behind him stopped walking, and the place where the candlelight slanted, scattered on the floor. It was on that floor that saw the most elegant and touching source of men's hearts.
It was also the place where the snow-white high heels stepped on the ground and the sound of the clattering sound was a pair of beautiful and seductive fairy jade feet... In the sound of heavy rain, in the quiet building, in the candlelight, the fairy in white was shining on her fairy jade feet, wearing a pair of high heels like snow. The high heels were silky and bright, just like the snow on the iceberg, and it was like a holy lotus that was unstained from the mud, washing in the clear water without being charming, and setting off the unparalleled fairy jade feet high above...
The night that comes as promised is dark, and it never makes people wait and miss it for a long time. Under the northern imperial city where heavy rains are everywhere, thousands of families are dimly lit. Heavy rain means helping all living beings. The heavy raindrops that sound from the roof hit the roof tiles, like a long-lasting pleasant melody.
On a heavy rainy night, you will never hear noises that make people feel irritable or noisy. For those who fear heavy rain, only those who are homeless and have no home will be able to endure the cold with difficulty in enduring the cold and sigh at the heavy rain that is clueless.
And this situation should not exist in the North Yàn.
The current emperor of the North is known for his five hundred years of civil and military achievements. No one can surpass him. He is a contemporary hero who has never been born in the world. When he was young, he once told everyone around him: If I take charge of the world, I will not let a person in the world freeze to death or starve to death on the streets.
In fact, Emperor Murong, who has taken over the world, has been doing this for decades. Emperor Murong, even if there are 3,000 beauties and beautiful women in the harem and Empress Dugu, who has the first beauty, is also famous all over the world for being unlustful. He is very frugal, does not like to build palaces, does not like to spend money, but just works hard to fulfill his original promise.
For a king, light labor service, reduced taxes, appointing talents, and caring for the people were fully demonstrated in Emperor Yàn. From the beginning of his capture of the world, he strived to achieve everything he expected.
Therefore, to this day, the prosperity and prosperity of the North is obvious to all. The people in the territory have no worries about food and clothing, abundant money and food, and are aspired by literati and sages, and they are ideal countries.
It is precisely because of this that the people in the north and the subjects of other countries have to be said that Emperor Yàn was a wise and wise monarch who was rarely seen in five hundred years.
At this moment, as the heir of such a talented and wise monarch, on such a quiet night, he was like his father. In the reflection of the candlelight in the small building, his back was covered in simple and simple linen white clothes, which looked very much like his father Emperor Murong.
The Murong family loves literati, and this is how his father is. Murong Xi is the crown prince his father trusts the most. He is full of the shadow of Emperor Yàn, and he is carved out of the same mold.
The only unsatisfactory thing is that he does not have the martial arts skills that can suppress a bunch of arrogant soldiers and generals like Emperor Yàn.
At this time, he was alone in front of the table by the window, silently holding up his pen and writing. His simple figure in white clothes could not hide his majesty. The candlelight shone on his thin body, just like a saint.
The heavy rain outside the window was turbulent, and the lights outside the building gradually became sparse, with only the heavy raindrops on the roof hitting the roof tiles. Murong Xi's appearance was handsome, majestic, handsome and elegant. He was a typical majestic man with a majestic temperament. At this time, the cool breeze of heavy rain outside blew in through the window, and the stove on the ground was red.
The handwriting on the paper is neat, clear and beautiful, and the handwriting is also written in beautiful small calligraphy. I wonder if it is pouring heavy rain through this, but he remembered the age he had first met.
In the sound of heavy rain, Murong Xi's hand holding a pen and writing left lines of beautiful handwriting on the paper, black and white paper, which looked particularly beautiful.
He had heard a quietly stimulating voice in the sound of the rain.
In the small building where he lives, in the stairs, in the heavy rain, a sound of vagueness and touching hearts came from the sound of walking... From the sound of shaking, it is not difficult to hear that the person who went upstairs was a dignified, beautiful, noble and generous woman. The sound was the sound of her walking step by step on the stairs in extremely elegant high heels. The sound of walking was meticulous and not urgent. It can be seen from the other side that Lan Zhihui's heart can be seen.
As his guess proves, the one who walked up to him was not only a dignified and noble woman, but also a beautiful fairy who was pure and elegant, and was in the minds of men in the world.
Murong Xi's back moved slightly, and she was still focusing on words that had not been written on the table. Behind him, the beautiful fairy dressed in white clothes, which was as pure as snow, was clear and unconventional as the fairy, holding a red candle in her hand, shining on the road. The candlelight shone from bottom to top, illuminating the fairy's face in the night, making her even more holy and unparalleled and amazing.
Once the fairy in white appeared, the candles held in her jade hand became more gentle, scattered, and the room was filled with red candlelight, just like a fairy landing in the sky, the candlelight merged into her. She was dressed in white, and her whole body was so beautiful that it was inviolable, exuding a crystal bright luster.
Murong Xi would not turn a blind eye to such a fairy beauty, so he turned around slightly, smiled faintly on his face, and said like water: You are here... …
The fairy could hear from his voice that Murong Xi had some warmth that she showed to her. Her black hair blew slightly through her white-clothed snow shoulders in the wind, and her red lips opened lightly, and her voice was as clear as ice and snow, saying: Yes.
Murong Xi turned his head and continued to lift the pen and write on the white paper.
His tone of speech was light, as if he was always saying: I remember when we first met, it was two years ago. It had been so long in the blink of an eye, and it was like a dream.
The fairy behind him stopped walking, and the place where the candlelight slanted, scattered on the floor. It was on that floor that saw the most elegant and touching source of men's hearts.
It was also the place where the snow-white high heels stepped on the ground and the sound of the clattering sound was a pair of beautiful and seductive fairy jade feet... In the sound of heavy rain, in the quiet building, in the candlelight, the fairy in white was shining on her fairy jade feet, wearing a pair of high heels like snow. The high heels were silky and bright, just like the snow on the iceberg, and it was like a holy lotus that was unstained from the mud, washing in the clear water without being charming, and setting off the unparalleled fairy jade feet high above...
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