Since we can't kill Yunjie alive by using simple and crude methods, how can we stimulate Hetian so hard that she wakes up from her dream and realizes the sadness that Yunjie is dead?
In reality, all obsessions disintegrate and disappear.
This is a problem.
The wise and wise ancestor once said, "To untie a bell, you must tie the bell."
The reason why He Tian was obsessed with that monk, in the final analysis, had to be traced back to Li Mo.
Jun Mo thought about it for a long time, and finally I still came up with a brilliant idea, that is, let me pretend to be Limo, and he pretended to be Jun Xuan, let He Tian in the dream see with his own eyes, even if this wishful love has finally come to fruition, finally got married, finally got what he wanted, what will happen to Li Mo after being abused by Jun Xuan?
How miserable, how miserable, how miserable, use this to scare the monkeys and break all He Tian’s beliefs about love.
Jun Mo said, since Li Mo was He Tian’s only friend, and He Tian was indirectly killed by He Tian, He Tian must have been deeply impressed by Li Mo, an old friend, and felt extremely guilty.
Jun Mo also vowed to say The two of them were once the same kindred spirits, both were cool in their actions, both were not afraid of the world, they were both once in love but could not get it, they were both infatuated and fell into the world, and only what happened to Li Mo , can make Hetian feel the same and be deeply touched as if it were groundbreaking.
In order to successfully make friends with Yun Jie, Jun Mo first pretended to be a big businessman, hired a large number of decent-looking men, bought a house near Yun Jie's mansion, and then went to Yun Jie's favor and sent someone to send him there in an extremely mysterious manner.
Gave to the cloud Jie had a large string of top-quality pearls glowing with pink light, and then he fully used the hard-to-get strategy.
Faced with Yun Jie's personal visit, he coldly chose to stay behind closed doors, and ordered his subordinates to find any excuse to excuse him.
Jun Mo said that only in this way can he eliminate the defensiveness in Yun Jie's heart and make him think that he is really just a businessman who works day and night for profit.
He has no other intention of approaching him except to make friends with him.
My friend, there are many roads to take, and now, what Jun Mo has to do is to hide his tail, be patient, and play a long game to catch the big fish.
After that, Yunjie came to the so-called "Jun's Mansion" in Junmo many times.
His attitude and posture were simply more pious than Uncle Liu Huang who had visited the thatched cottage three times before, but every time he was blocked for various reasons without exception. go back Guessing that the time had come to close the line, Jun Mo took me, the nominal "Mrs.
Jun", and a large number of maids and guards in the Jun mansion, and walked toward Yun Jie's mansion early in the morning. euphemistically called "visiting" I saw Jun Mo, that bastard, dressed in a silver robe, and his whole body was covered with silver light.
He was already evil-looking, and he dressed up in an extremely evil way.
His every move and gesture revealed an overwhelming nobility.
Winter is still rustling and waving a fan bone made of mutton fat white jade.
On the fan is written "Feng Hua" with thousand-year-old ink dragons and flying phoenixes, and it is still shameless.
He walked calmly and leisurely in front of the folding fan with his name on it.
The maid held an umbrella for him thoughtfully, but the dazzling white snow seemed to have spirituality, jumping directly over the barrier of the umbrella and spreading freely.
The ground fell on his jet-black hair, which made his whole person even more charming to this bastard.
It was obviously intentional.
There were many idiots standing on both sides of the street who couldn't be pulled away no matter how hard others tried to pull them away.
They stared at Jun Mo lustfully, yelled and screamed, and even swooped up with their arms spread out, just like flies seeing the best poop.
They all looked very vulgar, just like the villagers from the mountains.
They beat and beat the guards who stopped them, and scratched their faces with their long nails.
If it weren't for the dedicated guards who tried their best to protect and keep the rabid idiots at a distance, judging from their crazy looks now, Jun Mo would definitely be beaten to pieces by them.
I couldn't help but sigh.
It was Jun Mo who dressed ostentatiously in the market to attract bees and butterflies, but he was treated cruelly by the idiots and paid a heavy price in the end, but it was the poor guards who tut-tut-tut-tsk-tut-tut.
The world is really declining and morals are corrupt.
Where is fairness when people's hearts are not ancient?
Where is the justice of heaven?
The guards were dressed in sea blue silk clothes, and they also wore knives with gem-studded handles.
The maids were dressed in powder blue silk clothes, with large, round and plump beads embellished on the corners of their clothes and on the ribbons that bound their hair.
The way Pearl and the others are dressed, it looks like they come from a well-known family.
They can be as decent as they want.
But I, the titular Mrs.
Jun, was dressed in rough-made and patched clothes that felt as rough as beach sand and looked full of oil stains.
They looked like they hadn’t been washed for years.
More importantly, they were made of gray-blue cloth.
Unfortunately, this dress didn't fit me at all.
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It was so fat that it covered my whole body.
My shaved body looks like it was picked up from someone else.
My hair is tied with a rudimentary peach wood hairpin.
It really looks shabby.
With this outfit, if I put it on my face again, Lighting the pot ashes, holding a broken bowl, and using a cane, he is undoubtedly a genuine beggar.
In addition, in the past few days in the so-called Jun's Mansion, Jun Mo refused to give me any good looks.
He gave me all the dirty work without considering it.
This made the whole house treat me badly.
This fictitious lady was talking a lot, and she became more and more courageous, and even dared not to take me seriously.
Here, they bullied me like a low-class slave, and made me feel so useless for no reason.
Today, Jun Mo made me dress like this again.
It is conceivable that they may be slandering me deep in their hearts.
Reply After entering the palace, I will only become even more statusless, and they will have to hold me down and bully me again.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, so I strode forward, grabbed Jun Mo's sleeve, gritted his teeth and lowered his voice and said: "You bastard, you asked me to pour night fragrance to clean the toilet and sweep horse manure to feed the pigs a few days ago.
Swill, wash clothes for the whole house, and let me sleep in the woodshed with a dog, that's all.
Today you put me in such shabby clothes again, let me Wearing such a broken hairpin clearly shows that you think I have not completely lost my face.
Do you know that your maids often sneer at me, and each one of them has a strong ambition, wishing to take my place and become You bastard pillow person."
I smiled with all my strength, while reaching out my hand and pinching Jun Mo's arm hard. \ "Only in this way can we successfully deceive people and give the people in the dream city the illusion that I hate you so much.
In order to be able to play a drama of bitter love in front of Hetian, I can only temporarily feel aggrieved.
Everything you do is to take care of the overall situation.”
"Why shouldn't you be the one who feels wronged?"
I deliberately increased the strength of my men.
"Who says I haven't been wronged?
I have already suffered a huge injustice by letting a woman like you, who is too stupid to stand on the stage, to be my wife."
I'll go, bastard "With your unprecedented and unprecedented cheekiness, you are just acting.
I believe that you are completely qualified."
Jun Mo, that bastard, was slapping my hand one second and grinning with his lips pulled flat.
The next second, he suddenly turned his face away from me off guard.
He coldly threw my hand away and roared: " You are so presumptuous, even a bitch like you can hold my arm, Jun Xuan."
The corners of my mouth couldn't help but twitch violently Okay, since this is acting, then I can only stay with you until the end.
For the sake of the overall situation, I will endure this bastard.
When the overall situation is over, I have to double the grievances I have suffered from that bastard Jun Mo, with all my own benefits.
Can't come back
I followed Jun Mo and started pretending to cry, yelling at the top of my lungs, looking like I was wronged, and from time to time I used my sleeves to wipe the insignificant tears on my face.
It is no exaggeration to say that I performed so hard that I was not even inferior to the actors on the stage
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