The Empress’s Gigolo

The two thought that there would be a large wave of searches after leaving, and a wave of waves set off, but in fact they did not.

When bgd was brought back, it suppressed the matter.

When the news that a convoy in another city had been completely destroyed came to his ears, he immediately knew who made it.

He couldn't imagine that human strength could reach this point, but this was what he saw with his own eyes.

Therefore, pressing things down after thinking about it will cause panic on the one hand, affect your position on the other hand, and fear retaliation on the other.

However, after this incident, his faith became even more religious. Since such a powerful human being is hidden in the world, the existence of the Lord is inevitable.

The two in question did not know what the bgd would be after the two left, and they did not bother to ignore it. Before dawn, they crossed the border line of Turq, returned to Gaziantep, and randomly found a rooftop. Now, the night here is not cold.

Although I don't know the specifics, Ren Baqian felt that even the Empress should be tired at this time.

Both bags were set aside, and Ren Baqian leaned against the corner. Here, the emperor can be seen standing on the rooftop, overlooking the city in the dark and the occasional light. The night wind blew her hair and skirt corners.

Ren Baqian is more and more fond of watching the Empress like this, even if it is the back, even if he cannot move, his heart is happy.

Until dawn, the two went down for a breakfast and made some soft films of the packaged goods, and carefully wrapped the bottles one by one. Although they got belladonna and phosphorus antidote customized, if they were poisoned, Re-use is still dangerous, after all, it takes time for antidote to produce effect.

Looking at the emperor who wrapped the bottle in a soft film there, Ren Baqian felt that the emperor might have done many things in a few days that she had never done before.

Such as taking care of people, such as feeding people, such as doing such chores, this is something that the empress can not experience.

And now doing this, there is no complaint, the coldness on her face is just the nature of her nature.

"The skirt is dirty." Ren Baqian said suddenly, the empress's skirt was really dirty. These days, she has been wearing the skirt he bought with her in Hainan for so many days, even if she pays attention , Some dust has also fallen on the red dress, and there are stains in several places such as the skirt corner.

After hearing this, the Empress ignored it, but brushed the dirty skirt corner backwards, but it was invisible, but there was still some dust on her body.

Ren Baqian laughed when she saw her move, making her somewhat angry.

"I'll buy a skirt with you when I'm fine." Ren Baqian continued gently. There is no feeling of discomfort when talking to Nasha, but it is so cold and cold that makes the empress feel a little displeased, but full of sincerity and closeness.

"Okay!" Said the Empress without looking up.

After waiting for two and a half days, the two returned directly to the realm. At this time, there were still three days to reach fifteen days. When the two rushed all the way, there was only half an hour away from Jiuzong Pavilion. On a hilltop, Ren Ranqian was set aside, and she drew herself into the woods. After a while, she recovered her white robe and red veil.

Her identity is there, and it must not be dirty to make people look down.

"You're waiting for me here, and I'll be back in a moment." The emperor said in her hands that the black bag was in her hands, she also knew a little about the power of this thing, this bag should be enough.

"I want to see what those people look like when they see you. I want to see your heroic appearance when you show the best masters. It must be the most beautiful scenery in the world.

But I still won't treat you as a burden now. "Ren Baqian said with a smile.

A faint smile appeared on the empress's face, very pale, but beautiful, because few people in this world could see such a picture.

"I'll be back soon. Pray for water and protect him."

"If it doesn't work, it's your own safety that matters. Don't be too stubborn. You are more important than me, even a hundred times more important. I don't want to see you hurt." Ren Baqian solemnly said all the time and thought To say, even if he knew exactly what would happen to him if that happened.

This sentence is the most sincere in his life.

"No one can stop me." The emperor looked at him brightly and said, patted on the head of Qishui, and jumped down from the mountain peak.

The indomitable figure always stayed on Ren Baqian's retina, staying in his mind deeply, occupying everything.

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At the beginning of the founding of Da Xia, the Jiuzhong Pavilion has been well-known for at least 400 years.

If Jiugongge is mentioned, in addition to their mental illness-like style, there are many masters.

It's not too far away to say that a master is like crossing the river.

Jiuzhong Pavilion has a great reputation. At least four people have been among the top ten masters in the world for hundreds of years. This alone makes people dare not despise.

However, Jiu Zhongge is so large that not many people really know about it. After all, most people don't like to deal with the lunatics.

Jiuzhong Pavilion is in a mountain stream. If it is a very large village, it is more appropriate. The whole village has thousands of households and is distributed throughout the mountain stream. Everything in the entire village is well organized, and the disciples in Jiuzhong Pavilion, regarded by outsiders as vipers, come and go in this village like ordinary people.

There are people selling meat, fruits, noodles, and salt and iron in the village, which is no different from other villages in the world. Only nine towers are located behind the village, which can attract some people's attention.

Many people subconsciously glanced at the tower while walking, with respect in their faces.

If any outsider sees this situation, they should be shocked.

I really can't think of how those gangs who still called you brothers and brothers in the previous moment and killed your family in the next moment live like ordinary people in this village.

What's more, the group of disciples in Jiuzhong Pavilion, who were feared everywhere, lived like a group of villagers.

There is no guard at Jiuzhong Pavilion. After all, many people here can be called a master.

There are at least hundreds of masters in the round, and there are countless people in the round. If a stone is thrown out, it may hit a master of the wheel like an old farmer.

In such a place, no one dares to sparse here ~ www.readwn.com ~ Even the people in Jiuzhong Pavilion dare not.

However, today there is a man who dares to scatter the wild.

There is a gatehouse at the entrance of the village, which is about four or five meters high. The wind and rain have hit it for hundreds of years. This gatehouse has long been mottled.

On the gate, there are three large characters of Jiu Zhongge, a stylus silver hook, and the word reveals a sword.

The word is said to have been left by the owner of the cabinet that established the Jiugong Pavilion that year, and it contains his perception of the sword technique.

Therefore, people often observe and practice there under this gate.

This is also the case at this time, with twenty or thirty people sitting ten meters away from the archway and looking up, each with a focus on each face.

At this moment, a red woman with a strange backpack suddenly appeared on the gate, stepping on it with her feet, overlooking the entire village.

"The wind is scattered, come out!"

This sound came out, and there was a silence in Jiuzhong Pavilion, and then it was like frying the pan.