The Young Eagle Spreads Its Wings

In the slanting light of the smoke, you are dressed in plain clothes, you are obviously gentle and silent, but you are stunning in my eyes. From then on, I will never stay away from you. I called out Ran'er and saw your beautiful features. Brother Cheng Huan came in front of you, serving you wholeheartedly and acting coquettishly to please me. I couldn't help but laugh. You are such a well-behaved child. I couldn't help but want to pinch your pink little face, hold you in my arms, and pamper you. My heart aches when I see you lowering your eyebrows and eyes, kneeling in front of your brother, trembling with fear, not daring to speak, silently bearing the wrath of thunder. The crisp sound of the slap, the dull sound of the cane hitting, and the angry scolding sound were heard. How can your jade cheeks, your thin body, and your fragile heart bear it? I feel the same way and wish I could share it with you. But seeing you refuse to change despite repeated admonitions, hurting yourself for unrelated people, and seeing your overflowing compassion that hurts yourself and your loved ones, I hate you so much for your kindness, compassion, and selflessness. I wish I could snatch the cane and beat you awake to see if you still dare to act recklessly. But when I turn around and see you covered in bruises, lonely and unhappy, melancholy and thin, I begin to feel distressed again, and I can't bear to add to the pain. Ran'er, what do you want me to do with you? Call me Xiao Ran, you are my dearest friend, my brother who cares about everything, and my confidant who speaks loudly. No need to say more, just one look is enough to make a heart-to-heart talk. No matter your life experience, no talk of superiority or inferiority, no stingy giving, as long as the other person is good, you will feel at ease. The blessing in life is to get to know you, have a good drink with you, and express my thoughts freely. The joy of life is to lie drunk in the depths of the bamboo forest with you, walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, leisurely wandering in the southern mountains, intoxicated and not knowing the way back. Call Xiao Lang, the world of mortals is vast, and the weak water is three thousand, you only take a ladle to drink. The harp is like flowing water, and the flute is like falling red. With a startling glance, their fingers intertwined quietly, and the fragrance filled their sleeves, they made a vow to live life and death together with their son for three lifetimes. It's a pity that God's will, why do you mess with Xiao Lang? It's just because of his life experience that he falls in love but can't agree to each other. You are unwilling to give up. For the sake of that beautiful woman like water, you risk everything, let go of everything, abandon your fame, wealth, and even your most beloved eldest brother. You only want to be with the beautiful woman through thick and thin, and will never leave her until death. Fortunately, God was merciful, and in the end, the talented man and the beautiful woman stayed together and achieved a lifelong marriage. It's a pity that I'm not Shui'er, so I can't be by your side, grinding and adding fragrance to your music, playing the zither and singing in harmony, and singing in harmony with you. The gambling book faded into the scent of tea, and the joy of children laughing and chewing red velvet and spitting on sandalwood could only be in their dreams. Call me "Young Master" and see you fluttering in white, elegant and free-spirited, your pen walking like a dragon, your mouth spitting out lotus flowers, your hands singing strings, everyone in the world admires your magnificence, and you throw fruits into your carriage. Your talent in writing puts to shame Wen Zong and Confucian scholars, and your strategy puts Zhuge Kongming to shame. The eyes full of talents are eclipsed by you. He is truly a young genius, famous all over the world, with peerless talent and unparalleled talent in his country. Call me General and see you galloping on horseback and holding sword, fighting on the battlefield. Armed with gold and iron, you are so arrogant that you come and go with ease, as if you were in a deserted land. The sword is unsheathed, and the light of the sword disappears, and the world is unified. The world only admires your flying white clothes, Jue Chen, your long sword floating in the air, and your domineering spirit that penetrates mountains and rivers. Who can understand the pain in your heart? Your heart cares about the common people in the world, and you cannot bear to have your sword stained with blood, mourning the people everywhere, leaving your people homeless, their wives and children scattered. I understand you, but I am powerless. I just hope that the smoke will clear and there will be no more fighting. I just beg that your pure eyes will not be stained by the wind and frost of war. You are the most loyal courtier, the most willful brother, the most reliable confidant, and the most infatuated and gentle husband. The vast world of mortals is filled with boundless mist and rain. In the eyes, in the heart, in the dream, the only person who can be recalled is Xiao Ran. The words and thoughts warm the memory, and every time I recall it, my lips and teeth are fragrant. I was shocked to hear that Sister Yanyu was about to conclude her essay, so I hurriedly wrote this essay. It expresses my feelings briefly, but the writing is poor and cannot express my true feelings. I only hope that my sister will have a good rest, take good care of her health, and wait for her masterpiece~

Hope there are new masterpieces to look forward to If your eyes hurt, don't rub them. Get plenty of rest.

In the slanting light of the smoke, you are dressed in plain clothes, you are obviously gentle and silent, but you are stunning in my eyes. From then on, I will never stay away from you. I called out Ran'er and saw your beautiful features. Brother Cheng Huan came in front of you, serving you wholeheartedly and acting coquettishly to please me. I couldn't help but laugh. You are such a well-behaved child. I couldn't help but want to pinch your pink little face, hold you in my arms, and pamper you. My heart aches when I see you lowering your eyebrows and eyes, kneeling in front of your brother, trembling with fear, not daring to speak, silently bearing the wrath of thunder. The crisp sound of the slap, the dull sound of the cane hitting, and the angry scolding sound were heard. How can your jade cheeks, your thin body, and your fragile heart bear it? I feel the same way and wish I could share it with you. But seeing you refuse to change despite repeated admonitions, hurting yourself for unrelated people, and seeing your overflowing compassion that hurts yourself and your loved ones, I hate you so much for your kindness, compassion, and selflessness. I wish I could snatch the cane and beat you awake to see if you still dare to act recklessly. But when I turn around and see you covered in bruises, lonely and unhappy, melancholy and thin, I begin to feel distressed again, and I can't bear to add to the pain. Ran'er, what do you want me to do with you? Call me Xiao Ran, you are my dearest friend, my brother who cares about everything, and my confidant who speaks loudly. No need to say more, just one look is enough to make a heart-to-heart talk. No matter your life experience, no talk of superiority or inferiority, no stingy giving, as long as the other person is good, you will feel at ease. The blessing in life is to get to know you, have a good drink with you, and express my thoughts freely. The joy of life is to lie drunk in the depths of the bamboo forest with you, walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, leisurely wandering in the southern mountains, intoxicated and not knowing the way back. Call Xiao Lang, the world of mortals is vast, and the weak water is three thousand, you only take a ladle to drink. The harp is like flowing water, and the flute is like falling red. With a startling glance, their fingers intertwined quietly, and the fragrance filled their sleeves, they made a vow to live life and death together with their son for three lifetimes. It's a pity that God's will, why do you mess with Xiao Lang? It's just because of his life experience that he falls in love but can't agree to each other. You are unwilling to give up. For the sake of that beautiful woman like water, you risk everything, let go of everything, abandon your fame, wealth, and even your most beloved eldest brother. You only want to be with the beautiful woman through thick and thin, and will never leave her until death. Fortunately, God was merciful, and in the end, the talented man and the beautiful woman stayed together and achieved a lifelong marriage. It's a pity that I'm not Shui'er, so I can't be by your side, grinding and adding fragrance to your music, playing the zither and singing in harmony, and singing in harmony with you. The gambling book faded into the scent of tea, and the joy of children laughing and chewing red velvet and spitting on sandalwood could only be in their dreams. Call me "Young Master" and see you fluttering in white, elegant and free-spirited, your pen walking like a dragon, your mouth spitting out lotus flowers, your hands singing strings, everyone in the world admires your magnificence, and you throw fruits into your carriage. Your talent in writing puts to shame Wen Zong and Confucian scholars, and your strategy puts Zhuge Kongming to shame. The eyes full of talents are eclipsed by you. He is truly a young genius, famous all over the world, with peerless talent and unparalleled talent in his country. Call me General and see you galloping on horseback and holding sword, fighting on the battlefield. Armed with gold and iron, you are so arrogant that you come and go with ease, as if you were in a deserted land. The sword is unsheathed, and the light of the sword disappears, and the world is unified. The world only admires your flying white clothes, Jue Chen, your long sword floating in the air, and your domineering spirit that penetrates mountains and rivers. Who can understand the pain in your heart? Your heart cares about the common people in the world, and you cannot bear to have your sword stained with blood, mourning the people everywhere, leaving your people homeless, their wives and children scattered. I understand you, but I am powerless. I just hope that the smoke will clear and there will be no more fighting. I'm afraid your pure eyes will be stained by the wind and frost of war. You are the most loyal courtier, the most willful brother, the most reliable confidant, and the most infatuated and gentle husband. The vast world of mortals is filled with boundless mist and rain. In the eyes, in the heart, in the dream, the only person who can be recalled is Xiao Ran. The words and thoughts warm the memory, and every time I recall it, my lips and teeth are fragrant. I was shocked to hear that Sister Yanyu was about to conclude her essay, so I hurriedly wrote this essay. It expresses my feelings briefly, but the writing is poor and cannot express my true feelings. I only hope that my sister will have a good rest, take good care of her health, and wait for her masterpiece~

I've finished reading it. I feel ashamed that I've been diving for a long time. After reviewing several articles, I've also been poisoned by Xiao Ran and Xiao Tong! Great love. . . When will sister Yanyu write a new question? I must miss myself and leave a message!

I can't leave any words on my computer... I still feel sad in my heart

"So, let me solve this problem, and let me bear this fault and responsibility..." I think what really moved the boss to let this paper tiger put the matter aside and "let it pass" was probably not only Ran'er's haggardness, self-blame, pleading, and tears, but also what he said touched the deepest hidden pain in the boss's heart. The boss is not ruthless, but as an emperor, he must be ruthless and decisive. He also had admiration and appreciation for Hao Ling, otherwise he would not have allowed him to stay in the first place. He also wanted to be lenient to him, but if Hao Ling's "awakening" caused hidden dangers, he would have to eliminate the root cause. Ran'er's worries are not unreasonable, so Ran'er is willing to risk the disapproval of the world and commit the crime of deceiving the emperor behind his boss's back. However, "Third brother, do you know that you have taken responsibility for the mistakes you have made, but in the end, it is me who takes responsibility for you." In the final analysis, it is up to the boss to clean up Ran'er's mess for him. What Ran'er did still had to be concealed by this arrogant person. If it weren't for his status as an emperor, would our boss appreciate Ran'er's loyalty and straightforwardness? His getting angry again and again and forgiving Ran'er again and again must be a conflict caused by his identity, right?

"At least he can do things he shouldn't do for the sake of his own heart, but I can't!" Seeing this sentence, I couldn't help but feel aggrieved for Ran'er. The boss was cold-faced and warm-hearted. Why didn't he want Hao Ling's lover to finally get married? If it weren't for our ingenious trick of finding a seam in the sky (of course, the seam is so small that only the boss with a sharp eye can see it), I'm afraid the Nine-Fifth Lord would have to put a lot of effort into looking beautiful as an adult. In fact, Ran'er just did a good thing that he wanted to do but couldn't do without telling him. 'Tell me what you did and Hao Ling's current situation. "Of course, we won't tell him, and we'll whet his appetite. Who let someone expose you for so long? Oh, by the way, it's time for Hao Ling to show up, so many people are thinking about him.

They met each other without saying a word, and there were thousands of seals. He lowered his head and said nothing, thinking about how embarrassing the past was. I will complain in low voice, but all my thoughts will be barren. Worried and emaciated, his whispers are pitiful. It is expected that there should be regrets, but there is nothing to do but lament the past.

\"But I saw Xiao Tong facing the chessboard alone, killing with joy\". I have to say that the boss is the boss. This determination is truly unparalleled. He was obviously eager to see his younger brother, but on the surface he kept his tone calmly, which made Xiao Ran'er feel even more frightened and uneasy. However, fear gave way to fear, and the big lie was still told. Fortunately, the little guy's body movements were not bad later: the tears pouring, the trembling voice, coupled with the pale face and weak body, the boss's great anger disappeared. Haha, Mr. Tang should really learn a lesson. To deal with his eldest brother, there is more than just the trick of acting coquettishly. Look, doesn't Ran'er find another way and it's quite effective? But of course, I always feel that you are somewhat wasting resources. Your eldest brother is a tiger made of paper. You can pretty much handle it with just tears. The rest of the weapons can be used next time.

Sister, I still feel that Ran'er is so pitiful.