shock!The tyrant's three-year-old milk group is a Xuanmen boss

Chapter 314 Drug Situ Ming
Yun Jingyu opened his eyes and looked at Concubine Qiu in horror.

Concubine Qiu nodded calmly.

Said without a doubt.

"The meaning of the eminent monk is the meaning of the palace."

Yun Jingyu's lips moved.

Want to say something, so as to dissuade Qiufei and Wuji.

But when he thought of the heart-wrenching pain he had suffered in the past two days.He still nodded dumbly, and walked out of the main hall of Cuiwei Palace in a daze.
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Yun Jingyu, who was thinking about other things, didn't notice at all.

In the shadow of the eaves not far from him.

Yun Jingwei was holding a plate of snacks, standing in the darkness with a ashen face.

He stood where he was, unconsciously listening to the conversation between Concubine Qiu and Wuji for a while.

In the end, the plate of dim sum that was intended to be dedicated to Concubine Qiu was taken away the same way.

When I returned to my side hall.

Looking at the first quarter moon in the sky, Yun Jingwei felt sad.

——This kind of mood seems to be similar.

That's right, it was the first time when Concubine Mu wanted to frame Concubine Ling.

She can't be framed.

Instead, she asked Yun Jingyu's mother, Qi Pin, to act as a scapegoat for her.

After he learned about it, he also wanted to stop his mother and concubine, but.But she locked him in a small dark room.

Today, his mood is actually the same as that day.

But the difference is.

He finally understood the reason why Concubine Qiu insisted on getting rid of Concubine Ling as soon as possible.

It turned out that everything about him and his mother was stolen and cheated...

But right now, the concubine mother is trying to keep these things that don't belong to her.

There are too many mistakes.

Yun Jingwei's proud eyes looked lonely at his own reflection under the moon.

He just felt as if he was lonelier than usual.

He was very blocked, but no one could let him talk about it with confidence.

And his mother has also become so terrifying and strange.
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The next day.

Si Tianjian.

The celestial master Situ Ming is still checking the ancient books on forbidden techniques.

After a while, a little celestial master came forward to report to him.

"Tianshi, the Ninth Prince seeks an audience."

Situ Ming stroked his beard, a little surprised.

Immediately said: "Just invite the Ninth Prince to come in."

Yun Jingyu stood outside the Sitian prison in panic.

Until the little celestial master came to invite him.

He walked into Si Tianjian with sweaty palms.

He usually follows the little celestial master as a walking dead.

What Monk Wuji said to him last night was in his mind.

"Three days later, I will fight with Situ Ming. Although he is definitely not my opponent, just in case, and to test your loyalty to the concubine Qiu, you will go to the Sitian Supervisor tomorrow and find a way to get him to kill the concubine." Pack chronic poison and eat it.

By the way, the Ninth Prince must not talk too much or play tricks, otherwise, next time, the Concubine Qiu will really not give you the sugar pill you want..."

Thinking of the feeling of not taking the sugar pill on time, Yun Jingyu's face turned ashen, and he lowered his head involuntarily.

Unexpectedly, I never took two steps.

He bumped into someone suddenly, and then sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground.

"Ninth Prince, are you alright?"

The little celestial master wanted to help him.

But after seeing who he bumped into, Yun Jingyu raised his hand to reject the little celestial master.

Instead, he extended his hand to the boy in black in front of him.

"Can you... pull me up?"

Half of his hands are hidden in the sleeves, only half of his fingers are exposed.

The voice is also extremely timid, as if afraid of being rejected.

Si Qiandu stared at him for a while, and actually reached out to pull him.

After Yun Jingyu got up.

After hastily thanking him, he continued to follow the little celestial master into the Si Tianjian.

Si Qiandu stood on the spot, clenched into fists.

Looking at his back with deep eyes, as if thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)