MTL - My Wife Why is She So Cute-Chapter 68

The portraits are exquisite, with golden scrolls and delicate brushstrokes.

It is a woman in a long pink dress riding a white dragon through the valleys.

The valley is covered with bright flowers. The white dragon is majestic, with sharp claws. The dragon is 100 meters long and shuttles through the clouds. Although it is a dragon, you can still feel the joy in its heart. It turned its head to look at the woman on its body, its domineering eyes were full of affection.

The woman put her arm around its neck and looked at her.

One dragon and one person, what a lingering affection.

It's just that this painting was sealed by the Dragon King.

Only the Dragon Clan can see the face of the woman clearly, while other foreigners can only see the woman wearing a layer of veil and cannot see the face clearly.

Song Nianying looked at it, and the sadness in her heart almost soaked her whole body like the sea water. She turned her head to look at Yan Chuyu, with a half-smile: "Your ex-wife, this figure is so graceful, even I can't bear to look at it." Stay tuned."

Oh, no wonder I have been fascinated by her for thousands of years and still can't forget her.

Yan Chuyu looked at the picture, with tears in his eyes, nodded: "That's true."

Song Nianying: ...! !

This is really different after returning home, her waist is straightened, and she directly provoked her with words.

Yan Chuyu stared at the painting for a long time, seeing the tenderness and delicacy of the strokes, it must have been drawn by Song Nianying himself.

"Why can't I see what it looks like?"

Song Nianying didn't want to ask at first, but she couldn't help it. Such worrying about gains and losses made her irritable, and her tone became impatient.

Yan Chuyu looked into her eyes and said slowly: "Someone has cast a spell here, and only the Dragon Clan can see it."

Back then, the Dragon King wanted to destroy this painting in his rage.

But Shisan blocked her, and Shisan's temper is also rare among the Dragon Clan. If she really got angry, she could point a gun at Lao Tzu.

Not only did she not let the Dragon King take it down, but she also placed the painting in the middle of the hall. She always said that if her sister could see the portrait when she came back in the future, she would feel less hatred towards the family.

The Dragon King had no choice, and with the idea that his family ugliness should not be publicized, he finally made peace with the Thirteenth Central Committee and only sealed Song Nianying's appearance. Except for the Dragon Clan, if other clansmen came here, they would not be able to see their faces clearly.

Song Nianying stopped talking and walked straight inside.

The room of the Holy King really looks like her.

The simple furnishings, spotless, do not look like the prosperity that a king should have, and it is also very abrupt in the Dragon Palace.

The contents inside look like they have been around for a long time, and even the cups are Song Nianying, who has only seen them in historical dramas.

As for the clothes stacked on top, there are obviously two styles, one is bright and the other is simple and elegant.

Here, it should be the place where she and her wife lived before.

She picked it up and looked around, with a bad expression on her face.

Yan Chuyu looked at her from the side, many words rolled in his throat and were suppressed again.

She really wanted to tell Song Nianying that she was Shenying and her wife, and they had experienced a lot.

But…

The heart-biting Gu in her heart reminded her all the time what the price was.

Song Nianying turned her head and met Yan Chuyu's gaze. Yan Chuyu turned her head quickly: "Are you tired? Take a rest."

Song Nianying pursed her lips, noticed her dodge, rolled her eyes, and walked to the bed, "I really need to rest for a while, you go and see your dragon sisters, don't stay here to block your eyes."

Sheng Wang was worried, and watched her lie down, and watched her close her eyes. With a wave of her sleeves, a burst of cool blue light was brought away.

She walked out of the door quickly, and searched for the golden light on the bottom of the sea.

She actually found Song Nianying's breath at the bottom of the sea, is it something she left behind? Perhaps, it will be beneficial to her current body?

Although I promised my wife that I must stay.

The Holy King also tried his best to let himself stay for as long as possible, but she had to consider many things for Song Nianying.

In addition to arranging people around her to protect her, many things, as time goes by, have too many variables.

She still wants to restore the madam's body as soon as possible.

If she regains the demeanor of the invincible **** and shadow back then, who would dare to get close to her easily?

Seeing her turn into light and teleport away, Song Nianying, who was pretending to sleep on the bed, opened her eyes. She hooked the corners of her lips, took out the spider in leather pants from her pocket, looked at the blue light blocked by it, Nodded, approving: "That's right, Spider Spider."

The spider in leather pants was dizzy. The light was used by the Holy King to comfort his wife to sleep. Although it received it, it couldn't resist it. Its eight legs trembled tremblingly, and it sat down as if it had drunk too much. Showing a big belly.

Song Nianying walked under the portrait, she tried her best to restrain her emotions, thought for a while, her hands were like a veil, covering half of her face, and then she went to look in the bronze mirror.

The person in the mirror is indeed very similar to the person in the portrait.

However, her eyes were full of tiredness, her complexion was not as fair as in the portrait, and the aura between her eyebrows and eyes was completely different.

But... it's really similar.

"Wait, don't sleep yet."

Song Nianying pushed the little head of the spider in leather pants, and she brought it to the front of the painting. The eyelids of the spider in leather pants were sticky, so she twisted its buttocks: "Come on, look, does this woman look like me?" ?”

Such speculation is not the first time.

It's just...the authorities are obsessed, she is really afraid that it is her own wishful thinking.

She lives with pride and self, and never thinks that she is the shadow of who she is.

But now, under the strong love, Song Nianying had no choice but to bow her head and give in.

She had a faint guess in her heart, but after seeing the painting, it became more and more obvious.

She had seen a woman with such a figure in King Shura's illusion before. Unlike her wearing tulle, that woman was wearing a mask.

They are all so "deja vu".

no respond.

Only a slight grunt.

Song Nianying: ...

After thinking about it, she put the leather pants spider on the bed and covered it with a pillow.

She walked to the door again, thought for a while, took off the gold silk scroll, carefully put it away, hid it in her sleeve, turned and walked out.

*****

The Holy King was attracted by the light, and walked all the way to an empty hall. This palace is obviously different from other palaces. It is not like the square one. The palace is very modern. The square attic looks like a unique building. villa.

And the shrimp soldiers and crab generals standing at the door are not like other mansions, they all carry weapons and have mighty faces.

There are some slender, handsome or handsome women standing guard at the door. They are brightly dressed and have outstanding faces.

Seeing the Holy King approaching suddenly, they all bowed their heads and bowed their heads respectfully: "Seventh Princess."

Yan Chuyu nodded with one hand behind her back.

She walked straight inside, the door opened naturally, and with a faint scent of sandalwood, the elegant sound of the piano came out.

The white gauze was blown up, Yan Chuyu walked all the way, his heart was filled with sorrow.

——Sister Seven, will you stay with Thirteen forever?

Will do.

Sister, you must be careful when you go to the world, don't be tempted.

how come.

…

Once, that little child has now become an adult.

She lowered her eyebrows and played the piano, her slender fingers moved quickly, and the urgent sound of the piano floated out.

It is full of sadness and reluctance.

Although they haven't spoken yet.

But Yan Chuyu understood the sound of farewell.

Not seen for a thousand years, her younger sister will always understand her best.

With the familiar fragrance inhaled, the thirteenth princess raised her head and looked at her sister with tears in her eyes.

Back then, when my sister left, she stroked her hair and told her to grow up quickly.

Now, when we meet again, it will be a thousand years later.

"Thirteen."

Yan Chuyu spoke slowly, almost subconsciously, she raised her hand and gently stroked her hair.

The sound of the piano froze in an instant, and all the servants around knelt down, not daring to breathe.

Their thirteen princesses are moody and often lose their temper. When they are gentle, they are like water, making people want to drown in it, but once they change their faces, no one dares to approach them.

Everyone knows that she has been waiting for her sister to come back.

But after waiting for so long, the heart of waiting died, and her seventh sister did not come back.

Now, she is back, with a whole body of injuries.

Thirteen's tears were about to fall, she grabbed her sister's wrist with her backhand and pressed it under her hand.

Whoever dared to touch the Holy King like this would be blamed if his bones were not crushed, but the Holy King tolerated her presumptuousness.

Shisan's fingertips touched her sister's pulse for a moment, and tears rolled down her eyes. Her eyebrows and eyes were not in the same style as the Holy King. They were extremely sharp, and even when she was crying, she was full of arrogance. Natural aura.

"Is it worth it?"

After a thousand years, she still wants to ask her sister if it's worth it?

From the day Yan Chuyu woke up, Shisan's subordinates had been by her side.

Shisan once paid attention in front of the Dragon King, and she could not leave the South China Sea forever, and it was because of this that she enjoyed the inheritance right of the South China Sea.

She is not around, but her heart is with her sister.

Thirteen is different from other sisters.

She is not the biological daughter of Dragon Mother, but a dragon egg brought back by her father from outside, hatched by Dragon Mother.

Although Mother Long loves her as much as her own, she has been withdrawn since she was a child, and she feels that she is different from her sisters and brothers.

Everyone treats her extraordinarily "nice" and extraordinarily "gentle".

It was because of that extra that made her very uncomfortable.

Only Yan Chuyu, she is the same to everyone, cold and indifferent, and the same is true to Seventh Sister.

When she practiced the sword, she would never look at her, and when she was studying the formation, she didn't care how eager her eyes were beside her, and she didn't say a word.

After the age of eighteen, Thirteen can control all metals, and has a powerful ability to destroy and attack. If something goes wrong, the opponent can be smashed into a discus. Such a powerful attack power made Xihai, the mother's family who expelled her, regret it and wanted to get it back. she.

Back then, her mother's family came up to seek revenge, and when tens of thousands of people in the sea told her life experience, everyone whispered, and the staring eyes almost put her to death.

The Hai people all know that the South China Sea values ​​face the most, so they sent someone to reveal Shisan's true identity in front of the crowd.

Thirteen lowered his head, biting his lip, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Until Yan Chuyu came out holding the sword, his eyes were piercing, and he swung down mercilessly, cutting off half of the opponent's arm.

Blood spread, and under the fearful eyes of the people around, Yan Chuyu looked at her and stretched out a hand: "Come here."

Her sword was still dripping with blood, but her eyes were so gentle.

Thirteen walked up to her sister with tears in her eyes. Yan Chuyu held her hand and turned to look at the envoy who was still struggling on the ground with his broken arm. West Sea Dragon Palace."

She is the standing **** among the Dragon Clan, and she does what she says.

That night, she turned into a white dragon and tossed and tossed in the West Sea for a whole day with the roaring sea water.

Overcast clouds, lightning flashes and thunder, the dragon's tail swung arrogantly, and the sea water brought up made the entire West Sea sway, as if passing through a catastrophe.

She didn't kill anyone, but deeply rooted the prestige of the God of War in the West Sea Dragon Palace.

Later, because the Dragon King of the West Sea went to sue the imperial court, she was given a punishment of caning, 18 strokes of thunder and lightning, and Yan Chuyu's skin was bruised, but she was still so indifferent, and whispered to the thirteenth princess: "Don't look. "

…

From then on, not only Xihai did not dare to mess around anymore, even in Nanhai, no one dared to discuss Thirteen's identity.

For the Dragon Clan, a century has matured.

Thirteen was too young at that time, she watched Seventh Sister holding the human being crying in front of the palace, watching her cut off the dragon's tail and crush the dragon ball, but there was nothing she could do.

Therefore, in these years, since her sister left, besides constantly looking for various lovers in a confrontational manner with her father, what she has done more is to practice her abilities and become another God of War after her sister.

She thought that one day, if her sister could come back, she would definitely protect her just like she protected herself.

But at this moment, looking at her sister's eyes, Shisan knew that no matter what she did, she would never look back.

The thirteenth princess wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She grabbed her sister's hand and led her into the palace, "I know what you want."

Everyone in the world coveted her Leng Yuezhu, and some even died here just to take a look.

For so many years, even if the members of the family want to use it, the thirteenth princess refuses all of them.

She's been waiting for this day.

She has worked hard for a long time, and the Leng Yuezhu, which has condensed all her efforts, can finally show it to her sister.

On the cold moon bead, a ray of breath from Yan Chuyu's dragon bead was condensed, as well as the residual blood and unwillingness left by Song Nianying.

If my sister wants...she can stay in the South China Sea again, end the millennium wandering, and stay in her home.

She wants to give her sister the right and opportunity to choose again.

…

*****

Song Nianying walked all the way in the Dragon Palace, but no one dared to make things difficult for her.

The older ones all know her, and the younger ones have already been explained to her. They must not embarrass the human who came back with the Seventh Princess.

She went all the way unimpeded, and after asking the shrimp soldiers, she finally found Long Lingxue squatting in the mud on an open space inlaid with a seven-star throne, which resembled a barren square.

She ran out for such a trip, she should have been spanked, beaten and grounded.

But because everyone was busy with the Seventh Princess coming back and notifying the other Dragon Clans, no one cared about her.

She sneaked out again.

Hearing the sound, she turned her head abruptly. The moment she saw Song Nianying, Long Lingxue happily called out, "Little aunt!"

Song Nianying smiled and nodded, she took out a candy from her pocket, "Do you want to eat?"

Where can children refuse the temptation of candy?

Without even thinking about it, Long Lingxue threw away the mud in her hand, ran over quickly, took the candy from her hand, peeled the skin, and put it in her mouth.

The sweet taste spread from the mouth, Long Lingxue smiled happily at Song Nianying, Song Nianying stroked her hair, "Xue'er, little aunt has something to ask you."

Long Lingxue nodded eagerly: "Okay, okay, tell me, I'll listen."

The temperature of the surrounding waves has risen slightly.

Song Nianying took out the gold scroll from her sleeve, and she unfolded it, revealing the painting inside.

Long Lingxue took a look, isn't this from her aunt's palace?

Restraining her emotions, Song Nianying still had a smile on her surface, and asked in a normal tone: "Little aunt wants to ask you, is the person in this painting prettier, or am I prettier?"

Long Lingxue bit the candy, and looked at it carefully. She lived in the Dragon Palace since she was a child, was served by others, and was doted on by aunts. She had never experienced such a person who "deceived children". She looked at it seriously. In the portrait, eyes as dark as grapes looked at Song Nianying, and said a little embarrassedly: "Little aunt, you are younger and more beautiful in the painting."

The immature child's voice fell to her ears, Song Nianying's body was stiff, as if she had been deprived of breathing.

At the same time, the sea water was churning, with huge bubbles and waves, the pearls on the seven-star array seemed to be ignited, and suddenly lit up. With a burst of white smoke, someone came out, and Long Lingxue was frightened. With a jump, he hid behind Song Nianying.