Way of Choices

Luoluo asked: "Is the mother out of the palace again today?"

Li Nushi replied in a low voice: "It seems that something went to the other side."

Luoluo continued, "Aunt Yi came back the other day?"

Li Nushi said: "It should be."

Luo Luo asked, "Is the Nanxizhai thing true?"

Li Nu Shi was hesitant, but he answered yes.

Luoluo was silent for a while, and said, "Then they want to hurt Mr."

Hearing this sentence, especially feeling the emotion in her voice, Li Nushi dared not respond.

"I didn't expect the legend of Beixinqiao to be true. The sir had always known the black dragon."

Luoluo looked at the looming green hill deep in the clouds and said, "But where is she now being held by her mother?"

Li Nushi whispered: "There is no way to find out."

Luo Luo sighed and said, "Am I very useless?"

Li Nushi doesn't know how to take this sentence. Although in the White Emperor City, His Royal Highness is the most noble character, but how can the Queen's Mother do what she can do?

Suddenly the spirit refreshed, and Qingli's small face showed a happy expression, saying: "But it doesn't matter, sir said, alive, the most important thing is not to see whether we are useful or not, but to see if we can live smoothly , Can you live happily."

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In the same cloud, on the other mountain cliff, there is also a petite figure, but it will not make people feel delicate-or because they have not suffered since childhood, they have different education, and the beautiful face of the wine poetry It is always full of self-confidence, which is very clear and extravagant.

Madam Mu naturally saw clearly that her young girl was in a very low mood, just pretending not to care.

She went to the cliff and embraced Mu Mu in her arms, and said with pity: "It is indeed very hard to be the daughter of the herdsman."

Listening to this sentence and feeling the temperature of my sister’s body, Mu Ji Poem can no longer be disguised. I leaned over and felt aggrieved and said: "I don’t know when that guy followed us, sister, am I too useless?"

What this sentence says is naturally Qiu Shanjun.

Mrs. Mu said: "The plan of the uncle was wrong from the beginning. Where can I blame you?"

The poem of Mu Jiu raised her small face and asked a little, "Wrong?"

Mrs. Mu said: "Even if there is no Qiushanjun, everyone at the peak of the peak at the time believed that cinnabar killed other heavens, what can the uncle want to use cinnabar to burn this fire on Chen Changsheng's body? , But did not think about where the pope of the human race is so killing."

Mu Jiu Shi did not go to Nanxizhai, but he was very clear about what was happening on the peak of Yaping, and opened his eyes wide and asked: "But Chen Changsheng was almost dead at that time."

Mrs. Shepherd shook her head and said, "Since the beginning, the merchant boat was using the uncle, and he did not intend to land himself. Without seeing the king, he didn't shoot from the beginning to the end, watching as a guest? Only the stupid guy Baihu. It will be shot before the situation is clear."

The poems of Mu Jiu asked slightly: "Wasn't Xiang Wang being frightened by Wang Po?"

Mrs. Mu said: "Having crossed the threshold, there is a deep meaning between raising your hand and throwing your feet. Will it be shaken by external forces?"

Mu Jiu poetry thought that the emperor was dead in vain, and said with hatred: "The Zhou people are really cunning and sinister."

Mrs. Mu said: "You must not be in a hurry for the matter of Qian Qiu. The old man and his old man will only take this dangerous move because of Shou Yuan's exhaustion, to see if we can get some fortune, but you and I don't have to be so anxious. After things are handled properly, make arrangements."

Thinking of the big event said by her sister, Mu Ji Poetry couldn't help feeling agitated and said, "I'm just worried that you are helpless."

Madam Mu said with a smile: "I'm not the kind of lonely man like Tianhai."

The wine poem still worried, said: "But this thing is too big, there is blood between the demon clan and the demon clan, how do you convince those veteran ministers?"

Mrs. Mu said: "If it was in previous years, this matter is naturally difficult, but now is the best time, because the ambition of the business boat is too clear, everyone knows that he wants to dominate the world, and everyone knows that he has this ability. In addition, Chen Changsheng is such a genius, his reputation is extremely strong, and the emperor His Majesty is also a great figure. If the three masters and disciples join hands, don’t say that the demons are fearful. Isn’t your brother-in-law and those veteran ministers not worry?"

The wine poem said: "Dao Zun is terrible in nature, Chen Changsheng... it's not bad, but the emperor's majesty lives deep in the palace and can't really see any extraordinary things."

The shepherd said: "The good warrior has no name, and the shepherd's methods only depend on how the flock grows. Since the emperor's pro-government, the emperor's court has been clear and clear, and he has no sages, political affairs are smooth, and the people live and work more peacefully than his mother. Even more remarkable, Emperor Taizong was no different."

The poem of Mu Jiu thought deeply and said, "It turns out so."

Then she thought about one more thing and worriedly said, "What about other hearts and other kinds of red? After a few days they will come to revenge as long as they have wounds."

Madam Mu said, "No, you are wrong."

The wine poem said in a puzzling way: "Don't they fear your majesty and your demon clan strongman, dare not come?"

Madam Mu looked at the depths of Yunhai and said indifferently: "I said you were wrong, not that they would not come, but that they had already come."

When the words fell, there was a thunder burst in the sky.

boom! The sea of ​​clouds in front of the mountain produced countless waves, which spread to the surroundings, but did not crack. In the dark and humid dense forest below the sea of ​​clouds, countless monsters ran desperately to hide. In the depths of the slightly turbid red river, more than ten huge aquatic monsters roared several times before lowering their heads.

The sea of ​​clouds in the high altitude pulled toward the edge of the continent, and it became thinner and thinner until a hole appeared.

A skylight fell from that cloud cave, and two figures fell at the same time.

This picture is very beautiful and amazing.

Looking at the two figures falling on a green hill not far west, the expression of Mu Jiu's poem suddenly changed, and the Mud Lady was calm and silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

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