Kuaichuan heartthrob: Lord God, don't try to run

Chapter 122 The Merry Prime Minister's Little Wife 24
Feng Ling picked up the clothes on one side and put them on slowly, with a satisfied expression on her face.

The young man next to him was full of fatigue, and his flushed face, especially the tear stains on his delicate face, was particularly distressing.

Feng Ling, on the other hand, walked out without even looking at the sleepy young man.

"His Majesty."

Hong Lian, dressed in a seductive red dress, bowed respectfully to Feng Ling.

"Is Ye Feng sick?!" Feng Ling once again resumed his aloof look, with a little bit of majesty in his eyebrows and eyes.

But it doesn't feel a little intimidating.

Feng Ling's tone was completely impatient, this Ye Feng was really bad at her every day.

Honglian lowered her eyes, her lips had an inexplicable color, and her frown was also frowned with irritability.

"Returning to Your Majesty, that woman's life is too difficult. I have already had someone drink it from the cup she drank with the plague, and she is fine!"

Feng Ling stared at Hong Lian with cold eyebrows, and a cold arc was drawn at the corners of her lips.

Ye Feng, your life is so hard, let me see who can survive to the end!
Endless waiting, for Tang Ci, is simply a very tormenting thing.

Every day, he looks into the distance with his heart and soul, trying to hear something about her, but there is nothing.

Although Tangci really wanted to go back to Xiaoyao Pavilion, he looked at himself in the mirror.

The face is like a crown of jade, the skin is fair, the facial features are exquisite and flawless, and the temperament is like the snow lotus on the high mountain, which can be seen from a distance but not played with.

The eyebrows are exquisite and picturesque, the expression that has never shocked the waves, the dark eyes are faint, and the whole person seems to be shocked.

With such an appearance, Tangci realized that he only wanted to show Ye Yi alone.

I also want to... only he can see Ye Yi's appearance.

If he left the house hastily, this appearance had indeed brought him a lot of troubles, and it was more likely that it would involve Ye Yi.

"Son."

A gentle male voice broke the quiet environment.

White and slender fingers handed Tang Ci a letter.

The slender fingers took it and slowly opened it.

Looking at the contents of the letter, Tang Ci's face was gloomy.

Immediately, there was a sneer full of sarcasm.

"Let's do everything according to the above. Someone sent us money, so it's impossible not to."

The small face was cold and threatening, and he put the letter paper on the candle, which gradually turned to ashes.

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The affairs of Danglan City have only been planned in an orderly manner, through Ye Yi's governance.

The plague was brought under control.

Patients are also receiving treatment.

A large courtyard was found and the masses lived here temporarily.

Food is distributed to them every day, but to get food, they must work.

Open a slot to divert water and introduce life resources into this almost withered town.

The climate here has always been bad, and it can only rely on human factors.

At night, the moon hangs high in the sky.

The moonlight was not very bright.

It was dark outside and people went to bed early.

The trees were rustling, and the cold wind was wanton.

Ye Yi had just finished taking a shower, her hair was untied, and she was lazily sitting on the couch.

Dressed in white single clothes, he held a book in his hand and read it carefully.

Sudden.

His cold eyes stared at the roof.

A faint and cold voice with inner strength: "Come down."

A group of men in black on the roof looked at each other.

I don't know how I exposed myself.

But he could only turn over and jump down.

Each holds a long knife in his hand and wears a black face scarf.

Ten burly women.

Ye Yi's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were raised slowly, and the corners of her lips were smiling.

Let these killers can not help but startled.

This Prime Minister Ye is indeed a heavenly figure.

but……

Just about to raise the big knife, wanting to attack Ye Yi.

Before he could move, he fell limply to the ground.

The breath is long, as if in a deep sleep.

The slender arms were raised, slightly supporting the head.

A little tired and helpless looking at the people on the ground.

What else is there to say about the assassin of the No. [-] Pavilion in the world, who is so defenseless.

336: ...

[Host, what are you doing behind my back! 】

It, it just clearly saw that the glamorous host didn't do anything, and that group of people fell down. When did its host get so tired.

　I don't want to code Liao...

　　I don't know how long it took me to write this chapter...

　　Hey……

　　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)