Martial King’s Retired Life

He trembled, pretending to look like a villain in the market: "The emperor, the villain, such as a lad, has not seen Tianzi Longwei, and it is not common for a moment to be mentally ill."

Still often? You Diao Mindi have seen two after living for more than 40 years. It's all your six doors. Another surnamed Yan was thirteen and had been sent to wash the latrine.

I was funny and kind: "Since that is the case, it's no surprise to me. Please go to the Baxianju you said, what's the matter?"

Ming Fei really seemed to be asking me for his righteousness. "The emperor, you would rather send someone to cut my head!"

This fortune fan ...

"Yeah, yeah, I ’ve been out of the palace for too long, and the palace should be worried. You do n’t remember what you said. Folk discussion is always boiling, and it is always the responsibility of this emperor. Should you help? "

I paused and said, "You are a personal talent, and I can see it. Iren ... After I am an old man, I treat this child as if I were yours. Since you are the one she chose, you can help her well. He has great expectations for you. "

"The villain knows, congratulations to the emperor."

Mingfei really pretended to get out of bed but looked weak and weak, and just struggled for a while.

I waved my hand: "Okay, don't pretend. If you care about you for being rude, will your head be enough?"

This uncle laughed: "Hey hey, doesn't this look like your kind heart?"

Yiren told her that she had recently recruited three people, and that child named Tang Yan was unclear. Su Xiao is a simple and straightforward child. This is true ... Yiren's four-character comment is quite accurate: mess.

This man is a messy man ... Looking at him, I unexpectedly remembered the Yanshi of that year.

I stepped out of the six doors and knocked on the door. The father-in-law owed himself, "Long live, let's go back to the palace."

"Well, let's go."

The hooves answered, the sunset on the tiled surface of the six doors was like golden. I suddenly remembered something.

"It's not true ... This name is familiar. Where do you seem to have heard it?"

I glanced back, struggling to search the face of Ming Fei in my memory. But that swollen face was like a pig's head ... in the end I still couldn't remember anything.

Maybe, just remember it wrong.

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