The concubine is always domineering: the code name of this palace is the lore

Chapter 52: Shocking Gambling Game (1)

Yes, Bailiyao is too famous.If Nangong Wushang was smart enough, he wouldn't use the name Bailiyao, as it would be too easy to expose.However, Nangong Wushang Cong is not smart, Leng Wuxin knows best.This person, every action, every word, every look has his purpose. How can such a person not be smart?
So, what is the purpose of pretending to be Bailiyao?

What is the purpose of pretending to be Bailiyao for six years?
"Because no one in the world knows you better than me—"

Ah, the words are hundreds of times and thousands of words long, and they are endless.

Sighing, with a peerless elegance.

This man is too monstrous!

If it is an ordinary woman, I am afraid that she has already been deceived.It's a pity that he met Leng Wuxin, since he couldn't be confused for six years, he couldn't be confused at this moment.

His face was as white as bones.

Since it is bones.

How can it confuse the world?
Is it because people's desires are too heavy, or because Leng Wuxin's embankment is too heavy.

"Ha ha·····"

"Ha ha ha ha·······"

The girl laughed suddenly, first in a low voice, then louder, with a frenzied attitude.But the chic smile gave birth to a romantic charm that is rarely seen in men.

"Humph!"

Leng Wuxin suddenly stopped, and let out a cold snort in one go.

"In that case, let's gamble once!"

The girl's smile was as calm as floating clouds, and her soft and soft voice was full of evil spirits.

Nangong Wushang's hands froze for a moment.The next moment, it softened again.The color of the eyes is too dark, and there are many unknown meanings in it.

"Oh? What is your highness betting with me?"

The emperor of a country, in the mysterious country, is nothing more than the chosen son-in-law of the clan.

No matter how amazing his talent is, no matter how much he seeks all over the world, the current him still has no strength to escape the control of that kingdom.He is gathering strength, waiting, waiting... holding his breath in the darkness, waiting for the full wings to soar into the sky.

In essence, Leng Wuxin and Nangong Wushang are the same kind of people.

When facing a strong enemy, they always choose to wait.

Moreover, their purpose is also the same.

The two knew this clearly when they met six years ago.

(End of this chapter)