Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

This remark, at the same time, is full of scorn.

"Glory and wealth are not what I want in my heart." Bai Chen has lost interest in what Zhou Changqiu said for a long time, but the sword in his hand is heavy.

Before, Zhou Changqiu led people to stop him. It's true that the contrast of form and state is quite serious. But he made a mistake step by step, but he finally achieved his present attitude. There is no way back.

Zhou Changqiu understood Bai Chen's words and drove his horse towards Bai Chen. He looked at Bai Chen condescensively, but he was like a king who was above him. "Toxin son or Nangong Beibei, what you want is not a woman?"

Being poked, white dust does not speak.

Face slightly cold sink down.

Zhou Changqiu once again cast his eyes, "I can't say what's good about that woman, which can make you all fall in love with her like this. However, I can help you achieve what you want, or even more... "

"What if I get it?" White dust pursed lips, eyes inside the obvious sorrow up, had tried before, but she is not in love with him?

"You can keep her for the rest of your life. You don't want to, but the eastern realm wants to. " Zhou Changqiu said, "the key depends on how Dr. Bai does it. Is it a fatal death or a beautiful woman in love?"

White dust light look at Zhou Changqiu, a smile, "I think the prime minister is also so with the Eastern god domain said?"

"No, I only told you that he came back voluntarily. I can help you with my ability now, but I don't know if Dr. Bai has that heart. "

However, the soldiers around Zhou Changqiu were very murderous.

Bai Chen realized that if he didn't leave today, he would not be able to leave after that. But today, he was doomed to be unable to leave. He could kill Zhou Changqiu with 70% confidence.

But there is no way to kill so many people with 70% confidence. There is no other way but to die.

"What if I say no?"

"Do you think you have the right to say what if?" Zhou Changqiu knew that Bai Chen was asking, but he didn't want to tear it down.

Counselors and doctors can be found, but it is difficult to find a suitable and loyal person in a short time.

"I can also tell you where Nangong Beibei is now. I can bring her to you in a few days. Do you believe it?"

"You followed them?" White dust's eyes sank, and the cold air moved around slowly.

Nangong Beibei and Lengfeng have been wandering all over the world this morning. How can Zhou Changqiu know where Nangong Beibei and Lengfeng are?

Bai Chen doesn't believe it.

"You have reason not to believe it, but you have no reason not to believe that you will die here today." Words fall, a flying knife flies toward white dust body and go, will his shoulder blade to pierce.

Bai Chen covered his shoulder blades, took a cold breath, and killed him coldly. But a burst of low laughter fell into Bai Chen's ears: "this muddy water has already been waded, how can it be easy to walk away?"

Zhou Changqiu's voice gradually became ethereal, his head became more and more heavy, and he fell down.

Perimeter Qiu let people take white dust back, but he took another part of the soldiers to another direction, separated.

Professionally, Bai Chen was brought back to the prime minister's house, but the man in black, who was in the dark, was killed.

The body powder sprinkled on the top, the body became a few smoke.

When Dongfang Shenyu saw that Bai Chen was carried back, he knew that the folding fan in his hand suddenly closed, and Zhou Changqiu would not let Bai Chen go away easily.

Even so, when Dongfang Shenyu came back, he never thought that his future life could be in the sunshine again.

He just needs to carve slowly.

Golden glazed tiles, red palaces, many palaces mixed with each other, from time to time with spears patrolling people, but also committed to the palace with lanterns.

Inside the palace, it was always gorgeous and exquisite, but it was full of conspiracy and blood.

The palace where Yunluo lived was called Changluo palace.

The rows of night pearls stand like the women on the eight treasure chairs in the daytime. They are languid and beautiful, but they are pale in the light of the night pearls.

But this does not affect her beauty, the long black hair is so inclined and open, just like silk, the delicate eyebrows, lazy posture, all of them are charming.

Someone from the palace came in and said in a low voice, "lady, here comes the emperor."

"Well." She gave a long answer and got up from the eight treasure chair. Then a man in a bright yellow Dragon Robe came in.

Yunluo saluted him, but he pulled him up: "don't salute. I've come to you just to hear your opinions."

"My concubine is willing to serve the emperor." Cloud Luo lightly a smile, that in the bone of flattery is more some.

This is Xiao Quan, the emperor of Jiang state and the husband of Yunluo.

From his birth, he was destined to ascend the peak of power.

"I know that my concubine is always considerate. In this way, the maid's daughter of the Ministry of official is waiting to be married in the boudoir. It's better to let her marry Li'er. In the future, Li'er will ascend to the throne. It's better to broaden his contacts and help him later. What's the opinion of AI Fei? " Xiao Quan encircles Yunluo's waist. His voice is like a stream. The sound of running water is still beautiful.

However, the power of king is inevitable.

"Since the emperor has this heart, it's natural that it can't be better. It's just that Li'er and the princess of Nanjiang are not married yet."

"Just as well, after they're done."

It's better to ask Yunluo's opinions than to tell Yunluo about the decision-making. However, Yunluo doesn't care about it. The love of the emperor is rain and dew.

"Since the emperor has a plan in his heart, it's better to do it according to the emperor's words." Yunluo is buried in Xiao Quan's arms, but he pinches his chin.

Just like that.

It is said that the emperor dotes on Princess Yun alone, but Yunluo knows that the love of the emperor is never trusted.

Just like now, what Xiao power wants is to pass the marriage, so that he can put his eyelid around the cold wind and say what to give the throne to the cold wind.

It was just a joke of his.

Hibiscus tent warm, but also a candle slowly burning, until lazy.

The silvery moonlight reflected the pale outline of the white jade steps. The cold wind was bleak. Three or four people dodged the patrol of the guards and quickly walked through the corridor to the side hall where Nangong Beibei was.

The secluded and long palace corridor and the blazing palace lantern are gently swaying under the wind. Outside the side hall, there was a palace guard outside.