It's Hard to be a Queen

The seven stands are surrounded by a huge central stand. All the people in the stands are ready to show their great power, and all of them are full of anger.

Sima Qiankun and Hongmei were assigned to stands 6 and 7.

Sitting by the paddock, lian'er looks at Sima Qiankun and Hongmei with a trace of worry in her heart.

"Lian'er, don't worry, they all go through life and death. It's difficult for them to overcome this difficulty."

Nodding her head, lian'er's gaze is still fixed on the grandstand. However, the target of lian'er's gaze is not Hongmei and Sima Qiankun, but a man in blue wearing a mask on the No.1 stand. Her body shape and temperament are similar to Pei Wuyang.

But the silver mask blocked his face.

Who is he Why is it like this.

A glimmer of hope rises from the bottom of lian'er's heart. Her small hand tightly holds the big hand of emperor Fanyang, and her eyes flash a touch of worry.

"Look, Wang."

Jianghai reminds emperor Fanyang that a hundred Li lonely city is coming towards them.

At this time, Emperor Fan Yang gets up and holds lian'er in his arms.

"You..."

Before lian'er was born, lian'er followed the sight of emperor Fanyang and looked at the approaching hundred Li lonely city.

"The hundred Li emperor is really interested in coming to Sichuan Province from thousands of miles away."

The skin smile flesh does not smile, one face is cold, two as the God general beautiful man actually pan kills the idea at the same time.

Emperor Fan Yang with purple hair, the sun as cold as the devil, a hundred miles of lonely city in black, like the God of death.

"The king of lotus is joking. I came to see my imperial concubine specially."

The cold Junyan of a hundred Li lonely city flashed a trace of smile, but his sight was staring at the lotus son in the arms of emperor Fan Yang.

With the gaze of the lonely city, lian'er has goose bumps all over her body. Is it true that a hundred Li lonely city is full of food and support, how to find their own trouble everywhere.

Now the seventh stone slab should have arrived in China safely, and there is nothing to threaten her.

"If my imperial concubine does not remember, can I remind you of the whereabouts of the seventh slab?"

A listen to the words of a hundred miles lonely city, the original fell heart again raised.

The seventh piece was sent to China by Yingxia. How could a hundred Li lonely city know.

No No one should know that it must be a hundred miles alone to deceive themselves, too cunning.

"Bailihuang, I think I've made it clear at the beginning that powerlessness is powerlessness." Holding out her hand around the neck of emperor Fanyang, lian'er no longer cares about the lonely city, but her heart is pounding.

"Fanyang, I'm sleepy."

Using sleepiness as an excuse, lian'er closes her eyes and leans against emperor Fanyang's arms.

And Emperor Fan Yang also felt the change of Lotus' heart beat, and his heart was clear. He turned around and disappeared in front of the crowd with lotus son in his arms.

On the long path, Emperor Fanyang has been holding lotus son, and lotus son may be sleepy in the arms of emperor Fanyang.

Breeze, a wisp of purple hair floating with the wind, the emperor Fan Yang looked at the distance, eyeground a flash of meaning. 、

……………… "How long did I sleep?"

Rubbing her eyes, lian'er sits up, stretches, looks out of the window at the moonlight, turns her head and looks at the smiling emperor Fanyang.

"All night?"

"Yes, lian'er is so sleepy."

He scraped lian'er's nose affectionately, and di Fanyang took out a purple costume from the tray. "Lian'er, today is the Sichuan source banquet. How about this for the first time?"

Lian'er looks at a gorgeous purple long shirt in the hand of emperor Fanyang, and the corners of her eyes only twitch.

"Are you sure you want me to wear this dress?"

Lian'er picks up the purple gown and looks at the style The material of clothes is excellent, and the craftsmanship can't be picky, but She had never worn such a difficult dress.

For lian'er, who is always jumping up and down and never quiet, such clothes are simply shackles.

"Miss lian'er, today is the thirteen kings of Chuanyuan, with their families and women to attend the grand gathering. Wang also does this for your own good."

Lotus son listen to Jianghai said words, the bottom of her heart flash meaning to cherish, looking at emperor Fan Yang deep sadness, took purple Chinese clothes seems to be under the ruthless.

"OK, I'll wear it."

"And..."

Without waiting for lian'er to speak, lianer, a pair of smiling eyes from Jianghai, is uncomfortable. "These are jewelry. After a while, the maid will make up Miss lian'er, and Wang and we will leave first. When the thirteen kings of Chuanyuan arrive, all the female dependents can enter."

The more lianer listens, the more she feels that the Sichuan grand gathering is like her daughter-in-law.

But When you turn your head, you will see the sadness of emperor Fan Yang's eyes, OK!! It's hard to be embarrassed once. Who calls himself a bad heart.

With the help of the maid, lian'er walks out of the room.

"Let's go."

The sadness at the bottom of his eyes disappeared in an instant. Emperor Fanyang stood up, followed by Jianghai and others, and disappeared in the moonlight.The huge square, ten steps a night pearl, although it is night, but really as dazzling as day.

The beautiful maid filed in, holding a tray in her hand, and placed the delicacies on the table.

In the huge square, 13 tables sit around the huge stage in the middle.

Yang is sitting in the middle of the 13 tables. On the left and right sides are Shitian, the most powerful emperor of the thirteen kings of Sichuan, and Fanyang, the emperor of Fanlian.

This is a blood of two people, now dominate 13 countries in Sichuan.

I have to say, I hate my teeth.

"Ha ha, today is the grand gathering of the thirteen kings in Sichuan Province. It's my honor to invite all the kings to come to Chuanyuan valley. An MOU will replace wine with tea, and I'd like to propose a toast to you." With that, an Chenyang stood up with a teacup in his hand and wanted to propose a toast to the thirteen kings.

In terms of identity, there is no comparability between an Chenyang and the thirteen kings. The status of a prince's family is always much higher than that of an official and a poor man, even if he is the valley master of Chuanyuan valley.

But on the other hand, chihling is under the control of chuanyuangu. Only by getting Chiling can he get the support of chuanyuangu and the support of the whole world.

Therefore, even if an Chenyang is a civilian, his identity is also underestimated.

"Lord Angu's words are heavy, please."

A cold face of the emperor Fan Yang and a fox smile of the emperor Fan Yang is also holding a glass, in return for an Chenyang.

"Now that the kings have arrived, please come in."

Although we said ladies, we all know from the bottom of our hearts that no one can bring his own wife, but beauty is inevitable, and no one will do anything disgraceful.

The first one to enter the arena is the wife of Luo Jiawang, a typical Chuanyuan woman. She is tall, with small eyebrows and big eyes. She is enchanting in three steps.

As expected, the woman whom the tyrant of luojiawang was looking for was not a good man.

The hungry entrance of the wife of the king of Luo's family surprised everyone. Naturally, it could satisfy the vanity of the king.

"Everything is everything."

Emperor Shi Tian smiles faintly, and his tone is full of sarcasm. Looking at a proud woman, I don't know how disgusted I am.

"Or my little lotus son is good, Fan Yang my little lotus son can experience me?"

With a smile on their faces, they looked at the atmosphere between Emperor Fanyang and Emperor Shitian, and silently swallowed their saliva, hoping that the two could get along safely.

In fact, di Fan Yang and Di Shi Tian get along very well. No matter it's because of God, I don't have you, you don't have me.

"Don't worry, my wife will be amazing."

Emperor Fanyang has this confidence, not to mention even if lian'er is the ugliest woman in the world, his emperor Fanyang will decide.

"Oh. Look at your temper. "

The other eleven kings were silent and looked at the two powerful beings.

Now the thirteen kings of Chuanyuan are called the thirteen kings of Chuanyuan, but the powerful ones are almost destroyed. It is just like King Jingtian has been subordinated to King Fanlian, and King Jiangxia has been subordinated to the king of killing heaven. Their strength and influence are far inferior, and they may be swallowed up sooner or later.

"The lady of Vatican Hungry

Now when people read about the wife of the Vatican, a meal!! There is no name written in the back. After watching an Chenyang and seeing emperor Brahman, the servant will automatically say the next one.

"Hua lian'er, the wife of the king of lotus."

Leaning against the wall, she almost fell asleep. Lian'er was excited when she heard her name read. At the urging of the maid, lian'er knew that it was time for her to play.

Sighing and helpless, lianer stepped forward step by step and appeared in front of everyone.

Under the moonlight, the faint soft light shines on the lotus son, which makes people surprised.

In the moonlight, I saw a woman dressed in purple step by step, just like a fairyland with long hair in a bun. Step by step, with the movement, Jin Buyao moved with it, jingling as if it were ringing.

I don't know if the woman under the moon is a gift from heaven, which is full of the most primitive beauty. The delicate face is painted with light makeup, which makes people move.

The purple dress is half showing the fragrant shoulder, revealing the white neck of lotus.

Each step, that inherent noble and elegant, I do not know how many people intoxicated.

Feeling people's eyes, lian'er automatically ignores that kind of unknown emotion in people's eyes. What is a woman, cabbage or radish for people to appreciate?

With a little anger in her heart, Lian Er tightly covered her hands and went to di Fan Yang from the other side.

"I've seen the king of Fanlian. I've seen this king."

Her words are cold and her face doesn't show a trace of expression. Lian'er is very elegant, but she refuses to accept others from thousands of miles away.

Di Fanyang knows that lian'er is angry.

Standing up, di Fanyang walked to lian'er, as if he was used to it. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her long hair. "Lian'er is tired."

Said, Emperor Fan Yang holding hands, face can not open gentle, so that the presence of the public consternation to the chin fell out.This is the legendary king of Shura Fanlian.

At this time, the man standing in front of them is not an ordinary man, the smile on his face is how charming.

Under the public's attention ceremony, a pair of beautiful men and women returned to their seats, but lian'er's face was cold, refusing people thousands of miles away.

"Fan Yang, I said the little girl was angry, how to do?"

Emperor fan poured oil on the fire, and lian'er's dress up really surprised everyone, including himself.

Emperor Fantian's eyes from the moment when lian'er enters the grandstand, he keeps staring at lian'er.

With a smile on his mouth, he seemed to be calculating what he was doing. Emperor Fantian stepped forward, picked up the wine and walked towards lianer.

"Girl, we haven't seen you for a long time. Do you want to be king?"

Emperor Shitian was dressed in white, dressed in a long white shirt, half naked and casual, but he did it in real time. It seemed that lian'er was a poor little white rabbit.

Emperor Shitian, an old fox, can kill lian'er at any time.

"It's very kind of you to kill the king of heaven. This cup of wine is in return for lian'er."

If the emperor is in Yangming, the emperor Shitian will certainly find trouble with them today, but he also wants to let people know who can pay attention to, and who can't do calculation.