Chapter 492
: Chapter 185: Liu Zhang, who is not doing business properly
Chapter 185: Liu Zhang who is not doing business properly
The willows are soft, the flowers spit out stamens, and there is a different kind of freshness in the early morning of late spring.Fiction Rankings
Thus, the emerald green moss, the quaint semi-wet corners, the deep and secluded alley, and the willow cypresses with branches and leaves all around, slowly condense and soak with water vapor, forming a picture like a fine brushwork painting. painting scroll.
Dressed in a white light robe and a light cloak, holding the delicate hand of the beautiful woman beside him, walking in the ancient city of Luoyang 2000 years ago, Liu Zhang felt as if he was walking on a historical corridor.
Tilting her head to look at Diao Chan who was also wearing a light cloak beside her, her star-like eyes had the changing colors of gemstones.On the cheeks like white jade porcelain, there is a blushing blush all over the cheeks, as if between the thin brows that fade away, overflowing with joy and contentment that cannot be hidden, Liu Zhang's heart is full of warmth Feelings. [
The couple walked hand in hand, eye to eye, whispering.The man is handsome and handsome, chic and uninhibited; the woman is charming and weak.Under the protection of a group of stern-faced personal guards, it looks even more harmonious and perfect, like a fairy among gods.
Taking beauty for a walk, stepping on the road to inherit the new, this kind of thing is not what should be seen in this era.But under Liu Zhang's insistence, Diao Chan had no choice but to be full of a different kind of happiness, and softly followed her love.
A beautiful woman is like a vine, attached to the king and tactful. It is not only the code of conduct for women in this era, but also the attachment of Diao Chan like water.
The man beside her is her husband, he is as tall as a towering mountain, as tall and straight as a green tree, he can withstand any wind and rain for her, and he will not let her suffer the slightest harm.
Diao Chan was determined without any reason, just so determined, as if she was born to be like this, without having to think about any why.He is my husband now, and I have a husband, she thought over and over again with narrow eyes.Love is as bright as summer flowers.
They just wander around without any definite purpose.In the distance, there is a golden light, which faintly shines through the morning mist. It is the glazed tiles on the main hall of the imperial palace.
The clear and humid air makes a Hongqiao faintly ride on the silhouetted sky, with gorgeous colors, beautiful like the mood of a young girl in early spring, mysterious and full of fantasy.
Liu Zhang looked at it casually, his eyes flicked over the shops on both sides and the people passing by in a hurry, with a sense of leisure and ease in his heart.It's just that when a man in Tsing Yi rushed past him, he couldn't help but stop suddenly, frowned slightly, and became thoughtful.
Diao Chan looked back at him in surprise, not knowing what had caught her husband's mind.Liu Zhang met her bright star-like eyes, smiled, and gently squeezed the little hand in his palm, Diao Chan was filled with joy, and shyly turned her head slightly to prevent him from seeing the shyness in her eyes.
"Cicada, I saw an acquaintance, and I have some things to do. I will ask Yan Liangwenchou to take you back, and wait for me at home, okay?" Liu Zhang smiled faintly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the person in front of him who was drifting away. The figure said in a low voice.
Diao Chan's eyes showed a slight disappointment, but she responded softly immediately, raised her slender hand like cheese, adjusted the belt of the cloak on his chest, and said in a low voice: "Husband, go early, come back early, concubine first." Retire."
The willows are soft, the flowers spit out stamens, and there is a different kind of freshness in the early morning of late spring.Fiction Rankings
Thus, the emerald green moss, the quaint semi-wet corners, the deep and secluded alley, and the willow cypresses with branches and leaves all around, slowly condense and soak with water vapor, forming a picture like a fine brushwork painting. painting scroll.
Dressed in a white light robe and a light cloak, holding the delicate hand of the beautiful woman beside him, walking in the ancient city of Luoyang 2000 years ago, Liu Zhang felt as if he was walking on a historical corridor.
Tilting her head to look at Diao Chan who was also wearing a light cloak beside her, her star-like eyes had the changing colors of gemstones.On the cheeks like white jade porcelain, there is a blushing blush all over the cheeks, as if between the thin brows that fade away, overflowing with joy and contentment that cannot be hidden, Liu Zhang's heart is full of warmth Feelings. [
The couple walked hand in hand, eye to eye, whispering.The man is handsome and handsome, chic and uninhibited; the woman is charming and weak.Under the protection of a group of stern-faced personal guards, it looks even more harmonious and perfect, like a fairy among gods.
Taking beauty for a walk, stepping on the road to inherit the new, this kind of thing is not what should be seen in this era.But under Liu Zhang's insistence, Diao Chan had no choice but to be full of a different kind of happiness, and softly followed her love.
A beautiful woman is like a vine, attached to the king and tactful. It is not only the code of conduct for women in this era, but also the attachment of Diao Chan like water.
The man beside her is her husband, he is as tall as a towering mountain, as tall and straight as a green tree, he can withstand any wind and rain for her, and he will not let her suffer the slightest harm.
Diao Chan was determined without any reason, just so determined, as if she was born to be like this, without having to think about any why.He is my husband now, and I have a husband, she thought over and over again with narrow eyes.Love is as bright as summer flowers.
They just wander around without any definite purpose.In the distance, there is a golden light, which faintly shines through the morning mist. It is the glazed tiles on the main hall of the imperial palace.
The clear and humid air makes a Hongqiao faintly ride on the silhouetted sky, with gorgeous colors, beautiful like the mood of a young girl in early spring, mysterious and full of fantasy.
Liu Zhang looked at it casually, his eyes flicked over the shops on both sides and the people passing by in a hurry, with a sense of leisure and ease in his heart.It's just that when a man in Tsing Yi rushed past him, he couldn't help but stop suddenly, frowned slightly, and became thoughtful.
Diao Chan looked back at him in surprise, not knowing what had caught her husband's mind.Liu Zhang met her bright star-like eyes, smiled, and gently squeezed the little hand in his palm, Diao Chan was filled with joy, and shyly turned her head slightly to prevent him from seeing the shyness in her eyes.
"Cicada, I saw an acquaintance, and I have some things to do. I will ask Yan Liangwenchou to take you back, and wait for me at home, okay?" Liu Zhang smiled faintly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the person in front of him who was drifting away. The figure said in a low voice.
Diao Chan's eyes showed a slight disappointment, but she responded softly immediately, raised her slender hand like cheese, adjusted the belt of the cloak on his chest, and said in a low voice: "Husband, go early, come back early, concubine first." Retire."