There is only one light in the entire backyard, and Gao Qiang recognizes it, and it is Zhao Min's boudoir.

He closed his eyes, calmed down, and listened quietly. Yes, there were no masters around him. There were only some ordinary soldiers patrolling the outer wall, which posed no threat to him at all. "Zhao Min, Zhao Min, what medicine are you selling in the gourd?" Gao Qiang thought in confusion.

He jumped into the boudoir and circled around without entering the front door. He carefully stepped on the bricks and tiles, walked around the back window, and jumped in. A little candlelight shone in the room. This was an extremely simple room, arranged very simply, very simple, with a bed, a table used as a dressing table, a wardrobe, and then a silk thread pulled apart to divide the room into two parts.

Compared with Wu Qingying's room, just in terms of the arrangement materials, it is shabby like a beggar's nest in the Land Temple. However, Gao Qiang felt that the configuration here was very stylish. Yes, the style, Wu Qingying's room was a luxury for wealthy and noble people, red and green, like a pretty blooming peony, which was too gorgeous and fragrant, making people dare not get close to it. Most of the fear in their hearts would be without a trace of admiration and closeness.

The houses here are like beautiful white plums, simple but not simple. No one will underestimate them after seeing them. They only know and respect in their hearts.

Gao Qiang came in from the back window and looked up and saw that two shadows, one big and one small, were illuminated by candlelight on the gauze tent. A graceful figure was holding a small baby in his arms, slapped him with one hand, and humming an unknown song in his mouth.

Gao Qiang was a little dazed, as if he saw Yang Xueyi and the child being together. Through the gauze tent, the shadows of Zhao Min and Yang Xueyi seemed to slowly overlap. "Come?" A voice woke him up from the dream.

Qiang was in a very delicate mood. He slowly turned around and walked behind the girl. The first thing he saw was his own appearance, with a white face, big eyes, eyebrows flying into his hair, and dark hair. He was a handsome man.

This image floated on a black and slender hair like silk, and Gao Qiang saw his appearance in this hair, which was very clear and eye-catching.

As soon as his long hair moved, Gao Qiang immediately found that his shadow in his hair trembled, and his brilliance was filled with brilliance.

The girl slowly turned her head around.

Gao Qiang once again saw his own shadow - two.

In that shiny and shiny eyes, Gao Qiang clearly saw his appearance.

The appearance changed slightly, with a slightly red face, a slightly shrinking big eyes, a slightly streaked brow, and a dark hair.

Zhao Min is indeed very beautiful, but if anyone looks at her from the front, the first thing she sees will be herself, because her extremely divine eye will give back to others the information she sees completely, truly and without reservation.

Unless that person is blind, anyone who sees himself in the eyes of others will temporarily lose his mind.

Gao Qiang is not a blind man, so he lost his mind and it is not too short.

Only when he avoided his mind from that eye could he see the full picture of Zhao Min. This was the first time he saw Zhao Min in women's clothing, completely.

The first time I saved Wu Qingying, I only had time to see half of my face. The second time in Wudang Mountain, I saw Zhao Min in men's clothing and women's clothing, which is worthy of being the title of Mongolia's No. 1 Beauty.

The skin is very white, and there is no need to use words such as mutton fat, tender jade, milk, etc. to describe it. It is just one word - white, the white ground is just right, the white ground is even, the white is full of vitality, and the white is full of heroism.

The eyes are very vivid. It is not appropriate to describe the eyes that can reflect the shadow of others as bright or bright eyes. Moreover, her eyes are just right, neither big nor small, beautiful and spiritual.

The eyebrows are slightly straight, soft and hard, and curved and straight. This slightly extended straight line actually adds a charm to her.

Zhao Min's nose and lips were also beautiful, but Gao Qiang completely ignored it. He only saw one eye, then a face, and finally Zhao Min's whole person. Zhao Min's eye suppressed the beautiful light in other parts of her body.

Now this eye blinks and turns down. Gao Qiang found the shadow of a little baby in this eye.

His heart trembled. This is his own child!

He looked down and, sure enough, Gao Jin's little mouth was pouting in Zhao Min's arms, and he was sleeping soundly.

Gao Qiang stretched out his hand and ran for half a month to save Gao Jin. Zhao Min handed it with one hand and handed Gao Jin to Gao Qiang openly, stood up slowly, walked to the tea table, took out two tea cups, slowly poured the tea, and the water flowed.

Gao Qiang hugged Gao Jin, lowered his head and kissed him on his pink face, then turned around and avoided Zhao Min, reached out to unpack the package, and touched it with his hands, and his nervous heart relaxed. "Fortunately, there are no parts missing..." "Why should I take my child away?" Gao Qiang wanted to ask viciously, then slapped him, kicked three times and spit all over his face, but this was just "thinking". In fact, he spoke viciously and then ended softly, without any intimidation.

"Medical jar, are you good at kung fu now?" Zhao Minluo smiled and avoided answering, "Is my son so old?" He snorted and refused to answer. He was surprised to find that this woman hurt Xiao Zhao, took away his child, and tortured herself to sleep for many days, and ran around all over the world. In the end, when the child got it, she couldn't raise too much hatred - perhaps a little, a little bit insignificant. The two fell into silence. After so many years, the two met again, living alone in the same room, but there was nothing to talk about.

Gao Qiang hugged the child, and his mind was full of thoughts, and a light suddenly flashed: Zhao Min, I'm afraid he doesn't know about his brother Wang Baobao? Otherwise, how could he sit here with peace of mind? Could it be that King Ruyang deliberately concealed the news?

After a moment, Xiao Gaojin suddenly burst into tears, and it spread far away in the dark...

There was only one place in the entire backyard with lights on, and Gao Qiang recognized it, and that was Zhao Min's boudoir.

He closed his eyes, calmed down, and listened quietly. Yes, there were no masters around him. There were only some ordinary soldiers patrolling the outer wall, which posed no threat to him at all. "Zhao Min, Zhao Min, what medicine are you selling in the gourd?" Gao Qiang thought in confusion.

He jumped into the boudoir and circled around without entering the front door. He carefully stepped on the bricks and tiles, walked around the back window, and jumped in. A little candlelight shone in the room. This was an extremely simple room, arranged very simply, very simple, with a bed, a table used as a dressing table, a wardrobe, and then a silk thread pulled apart to divide the room into two parts.

Compared with Wu Qingying's room, just in terms of the arrangement materials, it is shabby like a beggar's nest in the Land Temple. But Gao Qiang felt that the layout of the ground was very stylish. Yes, the style, Wu Qingying's room was a luxury for a wealthy and noble man, red and green, like a pretty blooming peony, which was too gorgeous and fragrant, so that people dare not get close to it. Most of the fear in their hearts would be without a trace of admiration and closeness.

The houses here are like beautiful white plums, simple but not simple. No one will underestimate them after seeing them. They only know and respect in their hearts.

Gao Qiang came in from the back window and looked up and saw that two shadows, one big and one small, were illuminated by candlelight on the gauze tent. A graceful figure was holding a small baby in his arms, slapped him with one hand, and humming an unknown song in his mouth.

Gao Qiang was a little dazed, as if he saw Yang Xueyi and the child being together. Through the gauze tent, the shadows of Zhao Min and Yang Xueyi seemed to slowly overlap. "Come?" A voice woke him up from the dream.

Qiang was in a very delicate mood. He slowly turned around and walked behind the girl. The first thing he saw was his own appearance, with a white face, big eyes, eyebrows flying into his hair, and dark hair. He was a handsome man.

This image floated on a black and slender hair like silk, and Gao Qiang saw his appearance in this hair, which was very clear and eye-catching.

As soon as his long hair moved, Gao Qiang immediately found that his shadow in his hair trembled, and his brilliance was filled with brilliance.

The girl slowly turned her head around.

Gao Qiang once again saw his own shadow one by one or two.

In that shiny and shiny eyes, Gao Qiang clearly saw his appearance.

The appearance changed slightly, with a slightly red face, a slightly shrinking big eyes, a slightly streaked brow, and a dark hair.

Zhao Min is indeed very beautiful, but if anyone looks at her from the front, the first thing she sees will be herself, because her extremely divine eye will give back to others the information she sees completely, truly and without reservation.

Unless that person is blind, anyone who sees himself in the eyes of others will temporarily lose his mind.

Gao Qiang is not a blind man, so he lost his mind and it is not too short.

Only when he avoided his mind from that eye could he see the full picture of Zhao Min. This was the first time he saw Zhao Min in women's clothing, completely.

The first time I saved Wu Qingying, I only had time to see half of my face. The second time in Wudang Mountain, I saw Zhao Min in men's clothing and women's clothing, which is worthy of being the title of Mongolia's No. 1 Beauty.

The skin is very white, and there is no need to use words such as mutton fat, tender jade, milk, etc. to describe it. It is just a word that is white, just right, white, even, white, full of vitality, and heroic spirit in white.

The eyes are very vivid. It is not appropriate to describe the eyes that can reflect the shadow of others as bright or bright eyes. Moreover, her eyes are just right, neither big nor small, beautiful and spiritual.

The eyebrows are slightly straight, soft and hard, and curved and straight. This slightly extended straight line actually adds a charm to her.

Zhao Min's nose and lips were also beautiful, but Gao Qiang completely ignored it. He only saw one eye, then a face, and finally Zhao Min's whole person. Zhao Min's eye suppressed the beautiful light in other parts of her body.

Now this eye blinks and turns down. Gao Qiang found the shadow of a little baby in this eye.

His heart trembled. This is his own child!

He looked down and, sure enough, Gao Jin's little mouth was pouting in Zhao Min's arms, and he was sleeping soundly.

Gao Qiang stretched out his hand and ran for half a month to save Gao Jin. Zhao Min handed it with one hand and handed Gao Jin to Gao Qiang openly, stood up slowly, walked to the tea table, took out two tea cups, slowly poured the tea, and the water flowed.

Gao Qiang hugged Gao Jin, lowered his head and kissed him on his pink face, then turned around and avoided Zhao Min, reached out to unpack the package, and touched it with his hands, and his nervous heart relaxed. "Fortunately, there are no parts missing..." "Why should I take my child away?" Gao Qiang wanted to ask the floor viciously, then slapped him, kicked three times and spit all over his face, but this was just "thinking". In fact, he spoke viciously, and then finished softly, without any intimidation. "Medical jar, are you good at kung fu now?" Zhao Minluo smiled and avoided answering, "Is my son so old?" He hummed and refused to answer. He was surprised to find that this woman hurt Xiao Zhao, took away his child, and tortured herself to sleep for many days, and ran around all over the world. In the end, when the child got it, she couldn't raise too much hatred. Maybe a little, a little bit insignificant. The two fell into silence. After so many years, the two met again, living alone in the same room, but there was nothing to talk about.

Gao Qiang hugged the child, and his mind was full of thoughts. Suddenly, a light flashed: Zhao Min, I'm afraid he doesn't know about his brother Wang Baobao? Otherwise, how could he sit here with peace of mind? Could it be that King Ruyang deliberately concealed the news?
Chapter completed!