Late Night Tales Of The Capital

Go through the entire wedding scene.

Leaf deficiency and Ye Zhengru, staring in the air.

This eye, the lack of leaves is very serious, with scrutiny, curiosity, confusion and even some hate. In the last life, even in the three realms of the vertical and horizontal, in the heart of the lack of leaves, there are several regrets. From the beginning to the end, I have not seen the real person of Ye Zhengru, which is the pain in the heart of the leaf.

The eyeballs lacking leaves are motionless, and the past is like being frozen and solidified.

As for Ye Zhengru in the distance, there is not much thought. In Luoyang City, and even the entire Tang Dynasty, there are too many people looking up to him. There are too many people who regard him as a target idol. Such eyes are many years ago. I am used to it.

Although his eyes are not as sharp as before, even some dim flowers.

Just look at it, Ye Zhengru’s heart has a voice that tells himself that the teenager in the distance is not a genie, but certainly not a genie.

Suddenly coughed twice, Ye Zhengru retracted his eyes and looked at the lack of leaves. "I said that he is a genie, you have evidence?"

Ye Yunhai looked at Linshan, "the father-in-law."

"It was his own personal recognition." Lin Shan pointed to the lack of cold leaves.

"I personally admit?" Ye Zhengru coughed again. "Is there someone who admits that he is a genie? Is it crazy or stupid, or does he want to live?"

"You really are when I am old, is it right or wrong?" Ye Zhengru’s voice became very strict for a time. "I don’t care whether he is a spy or not. It’s the responsibility of the ruling division. I only care about the outside of the city. The beast."

"Don't you think about it, now is besieging the city, if you besieged Luoyang tomorrow?"

"how to respond?"

"You can only kill and kill, and demon slayer."

"I don't know enough about what I said? What are you doing here stupidly?" Ye Zhengru's crutches once again slammed on the ground and made a squeaking noise.

In between.

The entire general government’s government house was in a mess, and the guests who had not left the room also panicked and stood up from the seats. They walked outside the door without knowing what to do. Ye Yunhai did not argue again. Going out of the door without saying anything, there are already guards who are going to lead him.

"Master, is this appropriate? There are so many generals in the DPRK, why do you have to go to the sea of ​​clouds, after all, today is the day when you are overjoyed by Yunhai." Yan Huating supported Ye Zhengru's arm and whispered.

"My leaf family does not raise the flowers in the greenhouse, and can survive the tempering and beating."

After saying this, Ye Zhengru turned and slowly walked to Lin Meier who had been standing aside. He reached out and patted Lin Meier’s shoulder. "Hey, you are called Meier, and you are wronged today." But after crossing the front door, it will be a family in the future. You must be mentally prepared. The men of Ye Family are not family members. The life of Ye Jia’s man is the state and his Majesty."

Following the flow of people, Ye Xiao and Qian Shuxiao quickly walked out of the General.

It’s not too far to go out, and Ye’s lack of footsteps stops. “Go back first, I have something to do.”

I didn’t wait for the money book to smile, and the leaf disappeared and disappeared.

After a quarter of an hour, the west gate of Luoyang City, the middle gate opened wide, and a whole five thousand dragons rushed out and rushed out. The long gun pointed to the Jianjian Mountain Villa, and the leader was riding the school, Ye Yunhai.

Also under this city gate, the five thousand 骁 悍 悍 刚刚 just walked past, a little monk who looked like an eighty-nine-year-old went into Luoyang.

The young monk wore a light blue cicada, with a big eyebrow and a wide-eyed look. He looked like he was eight or nine years old, but the walking posture was extremely old. Carrying a hand, holding a head, a pair of high-spirited look, very cute. If you are seen by the big ladies, you may have to run over, hug, and kiss the little bald head.

The young monk seems to be coming to Luoyang for the first time. While walking, he is secretly screaming at the surrounding scenery. There is a word in his mouth, but the voice is very small and cannot be heard clearly.

Just passing a cross street, the side suddenly passed a very fast carriage, perhaps the little monk's man was too short, the driver of the car did not see it for a while, the carriage whizzed past, it will be seen The little monk fell to the ground.

At this point, the driver is no longer trying to change the road, and he can only make a great effort to rebel.

The horseshoe leaped high and landed heavily.

The strange thing is that the blood flow that everyone expected didn't appear, and the little monk who walked at a constant speed just went over and was unharmed! Is he like a stream of air, or is it not in the same space as a horse-drawn carriage, or is it simply a blind eye?

The scenes are different and unpredictable, but they are extremely harmonious.

A blue bird flew past the corner of the street, just glimpsed the scene, and then immediately called two in the air.

After a while, on the street where the young monk was walking, the earth roared without warning. The street stall hawker looked at the end of the corner with a strange look. "Just Ye Yunhai led the 5,000-year-old rider. This is only a little longer, how can there be movements?"

At the end of the street, in the direction of the Imperial City, a whole team of Guards cavalry, white horses, white armor, white feathers, white robes, and dust came from the earth. Outsiders may not know, local people in Luoyang City will not recognize, this is clearly the Guardian Yulin Army!

A team, three hundred and twenty rides.

The vastness came, and the sounds were stopped in unison. They broke down in unison, and the leading Yulin army had thousands of families. They respected the knees on one knee. "The Yulin army thousands of households often worship the fairy tales."

"Your Majesty has it."

The sky is cool as water, and I watched the Cattle Vega.

This year's seventh day of July, for the people of Luoyang City, the most sensational thing, the most discussed topic, is still a marriage. However, this year's focus is no longer on the lady who fell in love with the poor students who have passed the exam. Whose family admires the geisha of the brothel, but a wedding that should have been grand.

The wedding of Ye Yunhai, the second son of the General's House, was made into a child's play. The bride did not enter the house, and the bridegroom had not yet returned home.

It is said that until now, still in the western suburbs of the Sword Mountain Villa and the beast army to kill, life and death is unpredictable. And his father, Ye Zhengru, the old general, is now lying on the wooden couch at the moment, his brow is locked and his face is stunned.

Since Ye Zhengru’s illness, Yu Huating, who is a wife, has become less and less when she comes here. Sometimes she can’t come once a day. She seems to have things to do at all times, and she is busy than a big one.

"Cough, cough." I don't know when, Ye Zhengru quietly woke up in a fierce cough.

"Master, you are fine." Always standing next to the old butler waiting, hurry up.

"Can't die." Ye Zhengru struggled to prop up his body, and then leaned on the bed. First, he calmed down the breath, then opened his eyes to the old butler. "Is the thing outside the city?"

"The news has just arrived, and it has reached the final stage. It should not be a twist." The old housekeeper whispered, then thought about it and added another sentence. "The Yunhai Gongzi also went. It is said that he was the first to kill and killed a lot." Wicked beast."

"He is Ye Jiajun's all riding school, this is what he should do."

The room is silent for a while.

After half a ring, the old housekeeper suddenly said again, "Master, there is something, I don't know if I should tell you."

Ye Zhengru looked up and looked at the old housekeeper. "Tell it."

"After the wedding today, someone gave me something, so I must hand it over to you. I know this thing. I didn't want to make you add sorrow. The old slaves deducted it, but they thought about it. The old slave still feels that he should be handed over to the master."

"What?" asked Ye Zhengru's doubts.

"A jade."

"The man said that it was the relic of his mother. Before his mother died, let him give it to you."

"What is the name of that person?"

"Ye is missing, his mother is Tang Yuru."

(Second today.)