Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

All this is unknown.

Yunqingrang doesn't want to see Xia Qingluo's disappointed and regretful look. He never wants to see her like that. He just wants his Qingqing to be so happy and happy forever.

His hands tightened slightly, listened to the gentle breathing of the people in his arms, and closed his eyes slightly.

He follows God's will, but he may not be at the mercy of God's will.

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At the same time, in the East Palace of the Imperial City, the prince sat in front of the candlelight papers and was looking at the memorials that his father asked him to review in advance.

The gentle eyebrows and eyes radiate wisdom.

Li Jiancheng himself is an excellent heir to the throne who has the world pattern in his heart. He is not only the object of Li Yuan's key support, but also a brave and resourceful military commander and an excellent politician.

He is no inferior to the king of Qin.

But now he knows that his position is in jeopardy.

He didn't want to kill each other and turn his brothers into enemies, but he didn't want the king of Qin to become more and more powerful.

One mountain can't tolerate two tigers.

This is what children know.

The world is safe and sound.

He rubbed his forehead with a slight headache and remembered what his brother, king Qi, had told him.

The woman of unknown origin had great power, but her face was destroyed. Then she was sent to the star picking palace, where the king of Qin stayed for nearly a day.

One day.

This is a day that people have to think deeply.

Only after dark did he leave.

Uncle Huang has never been involved in anything. What are you going to do now?

Although the prince is wise, he has to think a lot in the face of the king of Qin who has made great contributions.

He knew that his father invited uncle Huang to avoid fratricidal brothers.

However, there are many things that many people can't help themselves.

Stand up, slowly walk to the window, look at the dark night sky, but the eyes are more and more dark.

After he sighed deeply, when he was ready to go back to rest, he suddenly saw a figure in front of him, and the candles in the room were dark.

But at the next moment, a big lantern burst.

The study brightened up again.

As soon as the prince's body turned, he was already standing by the bookshelf, took out his sword, his eyes were cold, and looked at the man in front of him.

The man appeared suddenly.

The prince was about to make a noise, but he found that he could not move and his mouth could not speak.

Mr. Lang leisurely walked up to the prince and smiled. "I have set up a border. People outside can't hear the voice in the study."

With a snap of his fingers, the prince felt his body loose, and the feeling of being imprisoned just now disappeared quietly.

The prince frowned slightly and gave up other ideas after a little thought.

Since this man has this ability, I don't think he can fight.

"You are..." the prince asked in a deep voice.

"Don't ask who I am, I just want to ask you, do you want to get rid of the king of Qin?"

The prince was stunned.

His eyes were dim, he put down his sword, came to the tea table, stretched out his hand, poured a cup of tea, smiled and said, "the visitor is a guest, have a cup of tea first."

Mr. Lang was not polite. He sat beside the tea table, took the tea, took a sip gently, nodded, "it tastes mellow, but the clouds before the rain?"

"Yes, the immortal has good taste." the prince nodded with a smile. He also took a shallow taste and looked at childe Lang, "the king of Qin and I are indeed in the same situation now, but I don't want my father to see us fratricidal."

"Ha ha..." Mr. Lang sneered, "are you not afraid to die in the hands of the king of Qin?"