Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 368

The tone changed, and she smiled cunningly. Rather than coaxing, Wen Qi was more like lying: "Baby bun, go back and watch your stepmother carefully. If you develop well, you will be able to embrace a younger brother or sister by this time next year."

This plan is awesome!Under the guise of passing on the family line and continuing the incense, privately detain Nanzhao's proton!Foxes, foxes, are treacherous!

Poor Mr. Right Prime Minister, he is so old, he is so tossed, he can't sleep at night, eat, drink, and think about others, and he is thinner than Huang Hua.

Mu Yan shook his head decisively: "No." He said, "I don't like it."

It seems that Mu Xiaolongbao only likes Wen Qi and Xiaolongbao.

Wen Qi gave her face to face, earnestly said: "There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and the greatest thing is to have no descendants. The Mu family's incense depends on you. While the old man is getting stronger and stronger, we have to catch it."

Mu Yan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Wen Qi took the lead: "Do you still want me to take care of the red bean buns for the rest of your life? Disobedient, don't give them to eat."

The snake hits seven inches!This trick has been tried and tested!

Mu Yan fell silent, frowned for a moment, then nodded, who told him to love Xiaolongbao so desperately, who told him to obey Wen Qiyan so desperately.

Wen Qi was satisfied: "Good boy." Shouted, "Shame on the flowers, serve the steamed buns."

The Right Prime Minister will cry when he finds out the truth, he will really snot and cry.

Counting the days, Master Mi has been away for four days, that is to say, Young Master Wen has been alone in the empty boudoir for four days.Loneliness, emptiness, torment, living like years, like three autumns... It's all floating clouds, peach blossoms bloom every day in Changle Palace, not to mention the steamed stuffed bun from Youxiang's family, it's His Royal Highness Changxiang, isn't it too late? Work harder, let Grandpa know...

Beicang Wren Capital.

Today, my father is in a bad mood. Since Chenshi Dayan's letterhead was delivered, I first broke the paintbrush, then peeled off a few disobedient old guys, and then went to the dungeon.

Liang Liu picked up the letter paper that was discarded by the master on the ground, and there was only one sentence: King Changxiang visited Changle Palace every day, and had a good talk with his master.

No wonder, Master is a little violent today, let's look at the dungeon.

The guards are heavily guarded, waiting in strict formation, maybe the sun is not visible, and it is extremely cold and infiltrating. On the walls of Qingyan, various instruments of torture are hung, and the hanging candles are reflected cold and terrifying.Suddenly, under the candlelight, a slanted figure appeared.

"Father."

Almost instinctively, submissive, respectful, but not humble, hundreds of men who stood upright like pine knelt on one knee.

Lifting his eyes slightly, the flames reflected his stunning face, his eyes were full of elegance, it was Qin Mi, wearing a plain white cloak, he raised his hand, eased it, and called out: "Qin Chu." His eyes moved slightly , casually.

Suddenly, the iron chain pulled and rubbed, making a piercing and eerie sound.The candlelight was facing the stone slab in front of the Qingyan wall, the man curled up in the shadows, dressed in fine clothes, suddenly raised his head, his face was haggard as bones.That face, with its bony features, was bloodless but extremely beautiful. It was exactly the same face as Qin Mi's, except that it lacked the elegance all over her body.

21 years ago, Bei Cang Guoshi said that the emperor star descended from the sky and came to the four Chus together.Now, this emperor star is nothing but a prisoner.Prophecy never favors the weak.How can there be half the prestige of an emperor, Qin Chu squatted on the stone rock, looked up at the man against the light, and begged: "Kill me, kill me..." He kept muttering, as humble as a beggar, he groaned , the entire face was convulsed, and the facial features could hardly be discerned. Every time he moved and struggled, the iron chains of the limbs rubbed against each other, and blood oozes out, and the lute bone pierced through the chest oozes shocking red. up.

(End of this chapter)