MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 8 Wind and dust

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Chapter VIII is blowing in the dust

"I don't expect things to be like God. I know too much about my father's style. Liu Wake, do you remember who was the son of Yichun who hit you last time?" Everyone who owes her money, Yao Mozhen Keep in mind that one will not let go.

"I remember." Liu Xingqi nodded. Fortunately, the young lady shocked the **** as Yao Sanjin, otherwise he was afraid that he would wait for the lady.

"Put the news out and say that Yu Yuxin had seen him before he disappeared." Yao Mo whispered.

"What does Miss mean?" Liu Xing was a little confused and looked at Yao Mozhen.

"Others don't know if it doesn't matter, but you must let the big lady know." Yao Mozhen gave a little reminder.

"Liu wakes up!" Liu woke up, when he was about to leave, he was called back by Yao Mozhen.

"You... can you hear about the situation of Su Prince?" If life is just like seeing it, she really hopes that night, when Jun Junqing rescues her from the thief, she removes the silver mask on her face. That was originally the mask of the night game. At the moment when she knew the truth, she was already the king of the night game.

"Miss Hui, I don’t have to deliberately ask about the Prince’s affair. Now the city’s wells are passed down, and the princes are defeated. They are not allowed to fight. The whole person is derelict in the Su’s palace. Every day, the girls from Yixiangyuan will drink. The words of the joy, since the fall of the Gan. The Emperor said that he had done good work for the community, not guilty of counter-reward, but the Prince can only be a pot of wine, so the emperor will send people the best wine in the palace to give the Prince." The whole number I heard was said.

"Good and good means, it is in line with his style of style..." Yao Mozhen muttered to himself, smashing the star point. It’s just that she doesn’t understand, and the night’s monarchy is holding a heavy hand, why is it falling like a field. On the same day, she signed the testimony. In addition to her own child, she also thought of this layer and would compromise. Anyway, she was tired of the night Junqing, and she should go and have a look.

At the entrance of Yixiangyuan, the old-fashioned old-fashioned enameled up the silver ticket in the hands of Tingyue, and Yao Mo, who was dressed up in the dust, was on the sedan chair.

"Get off the sedan!" The old man sipped, and the seven-seat sedan chair outside Yixiangyuan was lifted at the same time, and the mighty rushed toward the Su Prince House. Along the way, the pedestrians in the past have been looking at each other, pointing and pointing. Most of the talks are ridiculous, and the night is clear and ruined. It is worthy of state affairs. There are also a few people who feel that they have been stunned and frustrated.

In the sedan chair, Yao Mozhen used to listen to it, and he did not care about it. The people in the market were just people, and they didn’t know that the sinisterness was better than the tiger. If they care about them, they would not be able to explain the time spent exhausting their lives.

In this world, I am afraid that no one knows more about the night game than her. The night Junqing is like a needle that stabs the chest of the night. If he doesn't pull out, he will not sleep well. Night Junqing can live to the present, not because of the night of the game, and he is afraid of the opposition of the DPRK, so he dare not shake the night. So he used this method to smash the image of the night Junqing in the military commander, until the night Junqing was forgotten, and then quickly removed.

"The sedan -" the voice of the old man rang again. Yao Mozhen only felt that the sedan chair had been slightly reversed and he had landed. At this time, she couldn't wait to pick up the curtain, but she saw that the six women who had been dusty had already encircled the palace of the Prince. Compared with them, their actions are still a little slower.

"You are all rolling in the dust and dust piles, don't say that Gui Yan didn't remind you, they are holding something, don't make any special things, don't ask for merit, but ask for nothing!"

Yao Mozhen listened clearly at the side, and his lips were slightly hooked. So it seems that this day is also one of the means of night game.

"Gui Gui is assured that our sisters only want to look at the first beauty of the big Chu. If the lord does not like it, we can't always paste it."

"That is, Gui Gui, you can rest assured that you will pick us up when you are there."

At this time, the woman who could not wait could be slammed. Yao Mozhen stood silently behind the crowd, and his heart was inevitably emotional. God was so fond of the night Junqing, not only let him smash the battlefield, but he was invincible and gave him a handsome face. On the occasion of Yao Mo’s thoughts, the government gate has opened.