Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Painting Wu Yanyu affirmed, looking at the surrounding environment coldly in his eyes. There was heavy snow here. Although the number of painters was small, they all stared at the surrounding environment with the same vigilance.

It seemed that he had already heard the danger. A small soldier came forward and whispered, "draw general, we must go."

The eight kings' mansion was stared at by the dead men in the palace. It was not a long time ago. Now the danger is approaching. Huawu can detect it. He clenched the arm of Huaxi, turned and stepped on the horse.

Huaxi painted himself in Wu's arms, coagulated Yan Ming and gently bit Bei's teeth: "Kyoto painting house, come to find me!"

She stared at the boy not far ahead.

Yan Ming just looked at Huaxi quietly and smiled at it. Without saying anything, he looked at the galloping horse and nodded the snowflakes in the air.

He didn't know how long he stood or how long he waited. He just felt the cold in the air quietly.

The dead man guarding the wall is still there.

Yan Ming knew it and smiled sarcastically. When he turned to the house, he waved his sleeve and poured snow into his internal power, which directly stabbed the dead in the neck. Dozens of people were silent in an instant.

The snow was red with blood.

It was the first time that a corpse fell on the ground before the eighth Prince's residence. When people passed by, they only saw the slender figure of the young man.

Bang——

The door of the eighth Prince's residence was closed in an instant, but someone was standing behind the door.

Yan Ming glanced: "how long have you been watching?"

Nian huaisu leaned over and said gently, "I didn't go back to my house until the painter army left. I just wanted to wait for you here and didn't bother."

In, huaisu looked down and smiled, looking at the desolation at the bottom of Yan Ming's eyes, covering his mouth with his sleeve.

Yan Ming frowned, sniffed the on his body, turned and said, "prepare hot water."

He entered the room.

Nian huaisu took a faint look at his back and got up to prepare. After everything was ready, Yan Ming still refused to take a bath. He just sat in his chair and quietly looked at the sky outside the window.

This winter is so cold that there is no shadow of birds, only the falling snow.

——What the hell is he looking at?

In, huaisu closed the door tightly and stroked the hot water in the bath bucket: "if you wait any longer, the water will be cold."

"Then wash it cold."

"If you are ill, the endless stream of dead people can kill you."

"With the stars and the moon, I can't die."

"The stars and moons are too expensive. Now the eighth Prince's residence can't afford too many. You don't know how to save." Nian huaisu smiled and put his palm gently on the barrel to inject internal power

The water began to boil.

Yan Ming got up and looked down at the water: "what is love?"

This cold question made Nian huaisu not know how to answer for a while. She thought for a long time and said, "men and women in the world are together because of this love, and love is to stay together forever."

Yan Ming opened his arms and glanced at Nian huaisu faintly: "the mother imperial concubine refused to leave Yandi for love, even if she died."

Nian huaisu got up, untied the tie on his clothes, untied his outer clothes for Yan Ming and sorted them out. As soon as she put her outer shirt on the table, she heard an ordinary sound. Yan Ming had gone into the barrel.

Wearing clothes, he entered

Nian huaisu looked sideways: "eighth Lord, Princess Hui's love is too heavy. The inkstone emperor can't afford it and doesn't want it."

She knew she was not right, but she could only explain it like this.

Yan Ming sat in the bath bucket. Although his lips were as evil as crimson, his face was pale. After Huaxi left the eight kings' mansion, Yan Ming didn't mention Huaxi.

Just a short encounter, how can you fall Yan Ming's heart?

In the end, Huaxi is not an important person in Yan Ming's heart.

Nian huaisu came pacing, stood outside the bath bucket and quietly looked at Yan Mingna's eyes. She stretched out her hand to untie his coat, but retracted her hand.

When Nian huaisu turned around, he heard Yan Ming's voice——

"Where did you just go?"

He asked coldly.

Nian huaisu was stunned and stood here. His voice was very soft: "go to the palace and find the inkstone emperor."

There was a splash of water in the room.

With his back to Yan Ming, Nian huaisu smiled: "Yan Emperor is willing to give military power. As long as I can do things for him, I will promise such inducement and confusion."

Her hair moved without wind.

The palm wind goes out and falls again. It's Yan Ming.

Nian huaisu looked sideways, looked at the red reflection in the young man's eyes in the bath bucket, and continued: "the emperor wants me to continue to be by your side, sell your news, and then promote the emperor to kill you."

Yan Ming gets up and drops of water fall spontaneously.

In the bath bucket, Yan Ming faced Nian huaisu's four eyes. His red pupils gradually recovered their indifference. Then, he raised a faint smile: "now, what news did you sell to Yandi?"

The porcelain white skin is like snow.

When huaisu opened the door in, he turned to Yan Ming: "eighth Lord, huaisu is angry because you get along with other women. So huaisu works for Emperor Ming. This is the reason huaisu uses. What do you think?"

The wind swept by.

The warmth in the room also dissipated.

Yan Ming stepped out of the bath bucket and stood in the wind: "what news did you sell to Yandi?"

He asked again, already enraged.

Nian huaisu looked at him and smiled: "I just said that the Kyoto painter army rashly entered the imperial city of Eastern Shu and killed the supervisor and beheading officer, Lord Yan. All the blame was cleared for the eighth prince."

Suddenly, Yan Ming frowned and said in a cold voice, "the inkstone emperor will catch the painter's army and kill it."

"Yes."

"Are you doing this to help me eliminate the crime of murder, or to harm her?"

"Yes, I don't like painting streams, you know." Nian huaisu smiled, turned and walked out of the room and gently covered the door.

Nian huaisu no longer cares about how people inside the door think of her.

She was born to pave the way for Yan Ming and to take over Eastern Shu smoothly. Now, Yan Ming's mind is confused. He should have faced Yan Emperor as before. At the right time, he killed Yan Emperor and took his place.

Instead, there can be no mistakes.

Nian huaisu didn't know the position of Huaxi in Yan Ming's heart, but he also knew that if Huaxi was alive, it would become a stumbling block for Yan Ming in the future. If so, it's better to kill him by the hand of Yan Emperor.

If you kill Yan Ming, the day when Yan Ming becomes the emperor of the underworld will not be long.

If you kill Yan Ming, there will be no weakness in his life.

Today's Huaxi must not have become the most important person in Yan Ming's heart, but it doesn't mean it won't be in the future. If something like that happens, it's better to eradicate it early.

If you want to work for Yan Emperor, you must let Yan Emperor trust her completely. If you want to trust, there must be some inevitable sacrifice. The sacrifice of Huaxi will certainly help her. If she succeeds, Yan Ming's accession to the throne will not be long.

Even if Yan Ming hates her, it won't hurt.

Nian huaisu walked in this empty mansion, looked at the snow all over the sky, smiled and said, "there is no one around you. I will choose another person for you and use it again."

Although there was movement in the door, no one answered.

In, huaisu looked sideways at the vermilion wooden door for a long time, still looking at the front with a gentle look: "I will leave at the end."

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