God of War: Supreme War King

Gongyi's shadowless wrist was pulled, but he didn't dare to make too much noise. He scolded: "let go..."

Shangguan Yuchen narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cool voice, "the smaller the things in his hand, the greater the internal power consumption. You know, your condition is either dreamy or seasick. It's only been a few days... How are you going?"

There was a stalemate here, but after Yan Wuzheng drank the wine, the civil and military officials who raised their glasses to drink looked at them with surprise and doubt. The turning point of the prince's last four words... I don't know the king of war

It seemed that he had never experienced such a surprised look in front of the ministers. Gongyi had no shadow and his body was slightly stiff.

Yan Wuzheng naturally glanced back along the line of sight of the ministers. The scene in front of him made him frown, turned and approached Gongyi's shadowless table a few steps, "sister Huang, this is..."

"The king is all right." Gong Yi opened his mouth lightly, glanced at the claw holding his wrist like pliers, and held the cup in front of him in his left hand, "this cup is also tea, not wine..."

She greeted the eyes of the ministers, "the king replaced wine with tea and dried it."

King Chen is too nervous and concerned about me and Wang. The couple

The officials seemed to be surprised at this moment that the prince toasted on behalf of the king because he was not suitable for drinking. That is to say, those words were said on behalf of the king. Realizing that they might be impolite, they hurriedly drank up the wine in the cup, and then quietly adjusted their posture.

This is a party. The atmosphere shouldn't have been so tense.

Shangguan Yuchen looked at her calm appearance after her success. She was more angry. She often saw you wake up in a dream, pale and self-regulated. You have been abnormal in internal breathing since you were pregnant. Don't you know it? Is my worry always superfluous in front of you?

The absence of your father, emperor and empress promotes your prestige. The Jinluan hall launches "murder weapon" like no one else and unscrupulously... It's quiet when you don't see it at ordinary times. At the moment, this silver needle was shot out of the king's side inadvertently

Shangguanzi ran looked at the two deadlocked people, shook his head slightly and coughed, "Fourteen..."

The hall seemed to recover as usual after a certain moment. Shangguan Yuchen just reacted and was surprised that he was still holding the shadow's wrist. Some emotions were naturally uncontrollable and had to converge. This occasion

Shangguan Yuchen restrained his emotions and loosened his hand. The banquet had to continue.

Wu Jinyue took a sip and shook the folding fan slowly.

Yan Wuzheng, who was about to return to his seat, glanced at Wu Jinyue and suddenly thought of the sentence "the king's task to follow the family thousands of miles is to let Prince Wuzheng know that your surname is Yan and your surname is yuan, and your grievance is taken for granted and convinced". Today's game is thanks to someone. Do you feel that someone's face is too refreshing?

Yan Wuzheng approached the past and let the end of the silver needle inserted on the wine lamp face Wu Jinyue with a smile: "the king of Jin bothered..."

"Where, where, Wu's life is on him. The prince laughed." Wu Jinyue folded the fan and his eyes flashed slightly.

Although the people in front of him were still relaxed, his eyes were cold. He showed himself the cup, but the angle was very careful. If he didn't look carefully, he couldn't find the end of the silver needle on the cup.

——Although he was angry, he thought about the good side. His concern was a little unexpected. After all, Princess Chen was not an ordinary woman. At least in this area, no one dared to doubt the shock between her hands and feet. It seemed like a small silver needle, but he couldn't refuse with a deep heart and bone. He was wronged, but his expression... Didn't convince her, and still talked?

Thinking of this, he met his predecessors again. His eyes were still staring at him for a moment. Instead, he wanted to see some clues from his eyes. Wu Jinyue raised her hand and picked up the wine pot on the table. "Along the way, Wu hasn't had a good drink with the prince."

Yan Wuzheng hissed, and the cup in his hand was immediately covered under his long sleeve, "sorry, I'm not interested."

Wu Jinyue seemed to inadvertently withdraw her hand, hold the folding fan, and said with a lazy smile: "Prince Wuzheng cares about the meaning of the king of war. Why don't you turn around?"