The Prime Minister's Wife

171 Chapter 1 I want to promote first suppress ([-])
Yushu facing the wind, he has;
Imposing, he has;
With picturesque features, he has;
Boqing has to admit that Mu Zhaoming is a very good-looking man, but:
Because of his extraordinary wisdom;

Because of his cold expression;

Because of his arrogant eyes;

It has made people afraid to face up to his face.

"Haven't you seen enough?" Mu Zhaoming's voice sounded again, already mixed with watery softness.

"The beauty is right in front of me, you can't stop me from admiring it." Bo Qing said disapprovingly, thinking of what he said just now in the bathroom, his teeth itch with anger.

Haha ...

Mu Zhaoming's heartless and angry words elicited a series of deep, joyful laughter.

Let Baoqing rest on his arm, leaning her face against his chest, changing her into a comfortable position with her big hand, wrapping the other around her waist, and resting her chin on her forehead, she said: "It's getting late, hurry up!" sleep."

Bo Qing was not used to such an intimate posture, she frowned and said, "Can you let me go, this feels very strange."

"No." Mu Zhaoming refused straight away, and then added: "This is to prevent you from sleeping on your stomach."

"Mu Zhaoming."

"Ha ha……"

The angry woman's voice, along with the mature man's laughter, instantly resounded throughout the ceiling.

The others couldn't help sticking out their tongues secretly, and the person who knew the inside story shook his head and said with emotion: "It's really one thing falling one thing!"

In the sky, the snow is tearing the sky and falling.

In the Ceiling Pavilion, a brazier had been placed long ago, and there was no trace of smoke from the silver frost charcoal.

There is a complicated chess game on the jade chessboard, and one of the chess pieces is gently removed, with a snap, the sound of the mechanism starting, and a small dark box pops out, revealing a dark blue booklet.

Boqing carefully took out the booklet, there were only two large characters with ancient fonts on the cover, opened the booklet, took a look inside, then closed it, with a strange smile on his face, beckoning, Man Zhu walked over immediately: " Master, what are your orders?"

Leaning over to Manzhu's ear, whispering a few soft words, the former nodded immediately, turned around and disappeared into the room.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and a gust of wind and snow came in. He raised his eyes thinly, then lowered his head again, continuing to study the chess game.

The door closed, and Mu Zhaoming walked in wearing a black cloak. He ignored him ruthlessly, and he didn't mind. He took off his cloak, and stood by the brazier with a slight smile to warm up the fire until the cold on his body disappeared. Finally, he sat down beside Bo Qing, stared at the chess game and said, "Niu Niu, when are you going to close this game of chess?"

Hearing these words, Baoqing finally raised her head, knowing that the chess game he was talking about was not the chess game in front of her eyes, and she said with an elegant smile: "March is the end of peach blossoms and April is over, what do Brother Zhaoming think?" It's time to end the game , the time was earlier than she expected.

In March, the peach blossoms end in April. Mu Zhaoming smiled knowingly, stretched out his arms to hug her, and said in a low voice, "Niu Niu, you can do it whenever you like."

After a long time, Bo Qing gradually got used to Mu Zhaoming's intimacy, leaned in his arms, and said flatly: "Clean up some useless chess pieces first, and then close the game, the subsequent things will be much easier to handle." The Fu family, Fengyunyi, Yulian... none of them should disappear.

The night was getting dark, and because of Feng Yunyi's marriage, in the depths of the already vacant Six Princes' Mansion, suddenly two figures flickered lightly, lurking on top of a big knot, and only heard a deep and charming male voice said: "Are you sure you are not affectionate?" , I don’t know about that yet.”

The woman's steady voice was deliberately lowered: "I'm sure Bo Qing didn't know, otherwise she would have forced Feng Yunyi to hand over Bo Qingqing's body, and Feng Yunyi was the first to hide Bo Qingqing's body when there was a bad move. , So all these years, I have spent so much time investigating, but I still haven't found out where Feng Yunyi hides Bo Qingqing."

In the darkness, the man was silent for a while, then nodded and said: "In that case, let's do it." After speaking, he flew towards a yard not far away.

In the night, after a few muffled groans, the people guarding the yard fell to the ground one by one, a black shadow gently opened the closed door, and the air leaking out from inside contained traces of a strange smell of blood , making the visitor frown.

In the room, Feng Yunyi was hanging on the shelf, looking weak, he no longer had the demeanor of a god of war, his clothes were covered by dark red blood stains, he could already see the original color clearly, and the original handsome and extraordinary face had grown With stubble, he couldn't see his original face clearly, and there were even silver strands in his messy hair.

People couldn't help but feel sympathetic, and what was even more shocking was that, on the bed covered with a bright red quilt, a woman's body was straight, without a trace of cover, lying stiffly on it, already out of breath.Only from the painful expression on her face, one can guess the process of her death, which is unimaginable pain.

When the two shadows walked into the room and saw this scene, they couldn't believe it. The woman looked at the woman's body and said fiercely: "The ruthless means are really not ordinary cruelty. Flesh and will, even death made her die so embarrassingly."

His eyes fell on the man next to him, and he said coldly, "How do you plan to deal with it?"

Because that female corpse was none other than Yan Yuhua.

The man frowned, waved his hand, the tent hung down to cover everything, turned his head to Feng Yunyi who was hanging on the shelf, and said, "Sixth Prince, wake up, it's me, I'm here to save you." After finishing speaking , pulled off the face scarf, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, the lazy and charming right-hand man Yu Lian on the main hall that day.

After Yu Lian screamed several times, he found that Feng Yunyi hadn't responded at all, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he stepped forward and pulled his wrist to check: "Fengqing, this abominable witch, actually abolished him."

Seeing Yu Lian's reaction, the woman knew that the situation was very bad, and said coldly, "Is it hopeless?"

Yu Lian shook his head, and said in a calm voice: "The witch deliberately left him hanging, but his martial arts were abolished, and even his qualifications to be a man were abolished. Immortality is almost as good as death. Sigh!" Wanxi sighed.

The woman's eyes flickered slightly, but she said disapprovingly on her face: "I still have a breath, and I can still talk, that's fine."

In desperation, Yu Lian had no choice but to walk behind Feng Yunyi, inject a burst of true energy into him from the vest, and finally heard a more obvious breathing sound.

"Six Kings."

Yu Lian called softly, Feng Yunyi's body finally moved slightly, he raised his head with difficulty, looked at the person in front of him with cloudy eyes, smiled calmly, and then lowered his head weakly.

Seeing such turmoil, Yu Lian couldn't help becoming anxious, and quickly said: "My lord, I'm here to rescue you. As long as you leave here, everything will gradually get better. The lord will not give up on himself."

(End of this chapter)