The Favorite Demon Empress: Husband, come give birth to a baby

Chapter 91 Give Cang Yan a Great Gift

"Sir, it's getting late, let's rest here."

After being repeatedly reminded by Fake Meili, Jiang Taoyao had a splitting headache and was so annoyed that she gave her a hand knife, knocked the poor Fake Meili unconscious and laid her on the bed.

Feeling a little uneasy in conscience, she covered her with a quilt, took away the aphrodisiac incense from the incense table, and then surreptitiously climbed up to the roof.The guards and Xi Po who were guarding the outside of the new house were leaning against the door, hearing nothing, and almost fell asleep.

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but she is not a gentleman, one day is too late.Cang Yan, a monster, offended her twice, kidnapped her once, and pushed her into the pit once. When he left, did he have to get his revenge back with interest?

Just doing what she said, she easily shuttled back and forth on the roof, uncovering the tiles to look for Cang Yan's figure.After she destroyed a few roofs, she can be regarded as catching Cang Yan.She put Mi Qingxiang into his room, and turned her eyes to the personal guard who was guarding the door with suspicion.

"It's done!" She wiped her sweat and clapped her hands to congratulate.From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the messy red clothes beside the bed, and the moonlight poured down along the hole she uncovered, and sprinkled on the ambiguous bedside.

"The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, the bed is naked" refers to the situation at this moment. In the past, I didn't feel much when I read this poem, but tonight she was touched by the scene and left him a note.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Taoyao ran away with the money, and the bride cried to death, desperately trying to find the groom.This is not the most breaking news, the most breaking news is the great scandal of the majestic king of a country.

In the teahouse, the storyteller was talking endlessly: "In other words, the story goes back to the fact that the groom ran away, and the fake master asked the lord for help, but the lord didn't wake up, so he had the guts to disturb him. Guess what's going on?"

"What's the matter?" The people who eat melons did not disgrace their mission and cooperated very much.

"Hey!" The storyteller patted the table, "Absolutely! The king and a handsome man lay naked on the bed. That man's appearance is better than the immortals in the sky, so it's no wonder the country is motivated."

"That is to say, our great king is a broken sleeve." The people who eat melons are very heartbroken, and many women leave in disappointment.

Jiang Taoyao listened with gusto, and the storyteller patted the table again: "The lord even wrote a poem for that fairy-like man. This kind of emotion can be seen to be very enthusiastic."

"What did you write?" the melon eaters asked curiously.

The storyteller showed a bewildered smile, "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

Restoration of the story scene:

Cang Yan woke up with a severe headache, looked at the guard lying beside her, and kicked him off the bed.The sadly unlucky ghost guard trembled in pain, but also in fear, Carp rolled over and got up and knelt down.

Facing Cang Yan's frantic questioning, the guard was also helpless, so he knelt down and didn't speak, he didn't know what was going on, he just woke up like this.

Cang Yan saw the letter on the desk with sharp eyes, and opened it irritably.The guard didn't dare to show his air, Cang Yan's face became more and more ugly, and his fiery eyes reflected in the fiery red robe.

He paused every word: "Jiang, Tao, Yao, you are dead!"

Because the letter said: Sigh, sigh, sigh, the fireworks are blooming, and the red dust is rolling.I can't see through it, a beautiful man with a good night, a man with broken sleeves.Mo, Mo, Mo, nothing, nothing.A note was typed at the end: Sincerely, beautiful man, Jiang Taoyao!

"Dig three feet into the ground, and bring her to me!" He shredded the letter paper, gritted his teeth, and said, "Good writing!"

The guard obeyed, sweating coldly: "Yes!"

The melon-eating crowd dispersed in disappointment, Jiang Taoyao despised it very much, and she really didn't listen to the hearsay.She sounded satisfied with the effect of the hype, but she could imagine that Cang Yan's expression at that time must be uglier than eating poop.

(End of this chapter)