The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 257
At this point in the story, Thirteen asked: "Why did the bone spirit drink Ziwei's blood essence?"

Rong Qiannian lay sideways on the beauty's couch and stretched: "Because Chang'e transformed the bone spirit, and Chang'e never forgets Erkang, who was born by Marshal Canopy, so of course she wants to kill Ziwei."

A dark cloud drifts past the unfulfilled moon.

Beauty in the moon, can't hear, can't hear...

Shisan asked again: "Why does that nurse Rong who guards Huashan abuse Ziwei in every possible way?"

Rong Qiannian stretched again: "Because Nanny Rong is Wu Gang's reincarnation, she can't love her, and she hates her because of her love."

Aunt Qiong Yao, I can't hear you, I can't hear you...

"What's the final outcome of Nanny Rong and Bone Demon?" Rare Twelve also added a sentence.

Rong Qiannian thought for a while, narrowed her eyes, and smiled brightly: "I was crushed under the Leifeng Pagoda, and suffered from thunder and lightning for generations."

Master Fahai, I can't hear you, I can't hear you...

Everyone suddenly realized, and then they talked about this ancient romance.

Thirteen sighed: "Erkang is so infatuated."

Twelve is expressionless.

Chu Lin regretted: "Ziwei's fate is too short."

Tsing Yi accosted: "Nine nine 81 is difficult."

"Is the Xiaotian dog in the previous life male or female?"

Everyone raised their eyes and looked at the black-clothed boy at the entrance of the hall. His eyes were lowered, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

Look, this is the focus, that's called accuracy!
Rong Qiannian took a sip of tea and replied, "It's the public's."

Thirteenth sighed: "The broken sleeve is deeply affectionate."

Hey, talent is something that can't be stopped!Rong Qiannian raised her small face, which was full of moonlight, very bright.

The story of Erkang and Ziwei has come to an end.

Outside the window, the moonlight is full, and the night is getting deep.

In front of the beauty's bed, the man bowed and looked into the woman's eyes: "Are you sleepy?"

"not sleepy."

Xiao Chen hugged the huddled woman into his arms: "It's late at night, be good, go to bed."

Bright eyes blinked, she shook her head: "I still have a story about fifth prince and little swallow that I haven't told yet."

Presumably, it is another unprecedented legend, and it is absolutely indispensable in the past and present, the heavens and the earth, and the birds and beasts.

It's just that it's already three o'clock tonight.

Xiao Chan hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and said: "It's all gone."

The group of people who were still not satisfied, looked at the master's face, and turned around silently.

Rong Qian hesitated: "Don't leave."

Everyone stopped for a while.

Lan Tong raised slightly.

Everyone shivered, and there was wind on their feet.

Joke, don't go, wait to die?
Rong Qiannian gritted her teeth, a bunch of traitors!She glared at Xiao Chen angrily, her temper became more tempered, and she bared her teeth and claws: "You you...you tyrant."

This girl opened her big round eyes, talking nonsense!

Xiao Shan grabbed her restless little hand and coaxed her in every possible way: "You still have injuries, and it's very cold at night, so you can't stay up too late."

Without using her brain, she said righteously: "You know best if I'm healed or not."

Outside the temple gate, one pair of ears perked up.

Miss Rong raised her voice, and continued to speak surprisingly: "Last night, I was tossing all over..."

a whole night?

The ears are more pointed.

Of course, there was no sound.

Xiao Chen sucked the woman's cool lips, and swallowed those boudoir words that made him dumbfounded. Whenever she was intimate, she would be very obedient, with her mouth open, her tongue sticking out, licking around him and kissing him until Deeper, it is quiet and honest, but at the very least, the hands will mess around.

At this moment, the hand has got into the skirt of the shirt.

Of course...

"My lord, my lord..."

Kiss, click and stop.

Just as Xiao Chen was about to raise his head, Rong Qiannian refused to let him go, he sucked a few mouthfuls before giving up, and then his eyes widened, and he stared fiercely at the ignorant person.

Tsing Yi's face turned red at first, then turned black, and turned around silently: "Your subordinate didn't see anything?"

Tsing Yi still has lingering fears, every time he disturbs the good affairs of the two masters, he will be in trouble.

Xiao Shan placed Rong Qiannian in his arms, and said in a light voice, "Say."

Tsing Yi turned around silently, and said: "Outside the palace, the Mo Da tribe leads [-] soldiers." His tone became condensed, then sank, "Siege the city and force the palace."

Without saying a word, Xiao Chen tucked up the fox fur for the woman in his arms.

"Rise up." Rong Qiannian seemed to be smiling, lying on his side in Xiao Sheng's arms, and said lazily, "There are many excuses, eliminating harm for the people, being loyal to others, eradicating violence and bringing peace to the good." After a pause, she smiled deeply, "Which one did Immortal Jasula use?"

immortal?
Qisu was forty years old, in his prime, the youngest chief of the Moda tribe in the past hundred years.

Adhering to the principle that the princess is king, Tsing Yi has no objection to this, and replied: "Remove the beauty, to comfort the soul of General Tali; depose the demon concubine, and return justice to Queen Tada."

As she said that, Tsing Yi raised her head slightly, and sure enough, her master's face darkened, but the smile in the master's arms was calm and breezy: "Ji Suna really thinks highly of me if he is old." She raised her head and smiled. Looking at the man, "The concubine, am I?"

Yes!
Tsing Yi remained silent.

Xiao Chen just smiled slightly, brushing the woman's slightly cool side face, with a nice voice: "Yes or no, you make the decision."

The word 'demon' is [-]% innate and [-]% pampered.

Demon concubine, demon concubine.

Tsing Yi remained silent.

The master smiled cheerfully: "Then I can't disappoint Qi Su's high-spirited talk." The night was very cold, and her voice was cold and clear, "I'll ask him to take a good look at this princess. What is a concubine with a red face and a demon?"

In the 73rd year of the Turks, on a snowy night, in the time of Xu, the Tada tribe rose up for the sake of killing the dead princess.

At night, the voice is cold and cold: "What time is it?"

The man beside him replied, "It's Xu time."

Standing by the window, the back was straight, turned around, with a sharp-edged face, slightly calm, with some unresolved coldness, he said: "What's the matter?"

"Qisu's soldiers are approaching the city."

Junyi's side face slightly melted into a little coldness, his smile seemed to be cold, his eyes were cold, waiting for a snowstorm.

Cloud rises the god of war, good at planning.

"This time, how will you get away?" The tone was imperceptibly soft.

Li was thoughtful, and after a while, he opened his mouth: "Fengqing's army has already returned to the court, and there are only a few thousand iron guards in the Turkic palace. How can they resist Mo Da's [-] army? Why do you think she can escape completely?"

"She can."

When it comes to that woman, that woman who seems like an enemy but not a friend, he is always disappointed and frightened.

(End of this chapter)