My Empress is My Bad Girl

She sat weeping for a long time until midday, when she heard the smoke and the smell of food floating in the distance on her nose, thinking that she had nowhere to go, she was even more sad from it, and she unconsciously walked to the lake and in her mind Tell yourself over and over again.

Just jump.

Jump down, and everything is free.

No more worries.

"Girl, may I ask—"

A man's voice suddenly came from behind.

Zhaohui was taken aback and turned around and found that it was a handsome young man holding a horse and looking at herself.

Seeing that he was dressed and dressed, he was from Da Zhou outside. Lianhua wiped away tears at random and asked, "Who are you?"

The man said: "I asked you first."

"What are you asking?"

"Is this the way to Uzbek Village?"

"What are you doing here in the Uzbek?" Although Zhaohui still wanted to die a moment ago, she still maintained her own clan in her bones, and when she saw strangers, she was subconsciously vigilant.

The man smiled and said, "Girl, don't worry, I have no intentions. I'm here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Look for my sister."

"Who is your sister?"

"She's Qianer, maybe you've heard of it?"

Zhaohui was taken aback.

She has never heard of it.

I was beaten just now because of Qianer.

The dead woman in Lianhua guarded Qian'er, only to see that she was not pleasing to her eyes.

Zhaohui knows well.

She heard that the man in front of her was Qian'er's sister, and she was a little suspicious: "Are you really Qian'er's sister? How did I hear that she seems to be a princess?"

"Yes, my sister is a princess."

"Then you are... the prince?" Zhaohui opened her eyes wide.

"no."

"What is the princess's brother is not the prince?"

"I used to be the prince, but now I am the prince."

The visitor is the second child, Prince Lian Zhao Junhong.

Zhaohui was even more shocked.

She has lived for seventeen years and has never been out of the stockade. The most powerful person she has ever seen is the high priest.

Even if she saw the princess Qian'er, she didn't feel much because of Qian'er's approachability.

Until he heard that the handsome man in front of him was the superior prince, he stayed in place.

Xiao Er smiled and said, "Girl, I wonder if my sister is still in your stockade?"

"Yes, yes."

Zhaohui was photographed by his smile and answered subconsciously.

Xiao Er hands over: "Thank you girl."

He led the horse to the stockade, but was stopped at the gate of the stockade.

In order to protect themselves and prevent outsiders from entering, the Uzbeks built a high suspension bridge at the entrance of the stockade and the rushing river below.

As long as the suspension bridge is put away, it is difficult for ordinary people to enter.

With Xiaoer's martial arts, he can get in.

But then, he must become an intruder.

With him alone, he couldn't beat the thousands of people in the stockade.

He looked at Zhaohui with the most sincere eyes.

Zhaohui's face was red and heartbeat, and she lowered her head in a panic, raised her hand to close her hair, and whispered: "Don't worry, although outsiders can't enter the stockade casually, they can enter if they have the guarantee of a Uzbek. Yes, Shall I take you there?"

"Then thank you girl."

Although Xiaoer is not conspicuous among his brothers and sisters, he is after all the child of Zhao Yuanjing and Yundai. He has inherited the looks of both of them. He was born in a noble family, and the extravagance and charm between his gestures and gestures has never been shown to Zhaohui. For girls who pass through and do not know the world, it has a powerful lethality.