My Empress is My Bad Girl

Long Bo, if you want a recipe, you can ask me directly, why bother to make yourself suffer such a big loss? I really don’t understand. Isn’t being the high priest of the Wu people a hundred times better than working hard for the Zhao imperial clan? "

"High priest, everyone has their own ambitions, haven't you heard of it?" Xiao Er said quietly.

He walked directly to the top seat and sat down.

Among the people present, although two of them were his sisters, in terms of status, he was still the highest prince.

The high priest said coldly: "That girl Zhaohui is so obsessed with her heart that she opened the door to the prince, that's all, can you hide from me with these little tricks?"

"No one wants to hide from you, I just want you to know how far General Zhuang can do for Da Zhou." Xiao Er said unhurriedly, "This king can kill General Zhuang, and General Zhuang does it for Da Zhou. Zhou Sheji would be willing to give his life. High priest, do you understand?"

The high priest has a sullen face.

Although his son was born to him, he has not been raised in the Wu nationality for many years. He has long been assimilated by the Northern Qi Dynasty, and he recognizes from the bottom of his heart that he is from the Northern Qi Dynasty and is the general of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

He has no sense of belonging to the so-called Uganda, and he will not bear to stay here.

The high priest felt a little sad inexplicably.

Yes.

Although he knew they were acting for him, so what?

He fully understood that his son would never stay.

Whether he uses family affection, or the inheritance, treasure, and power of the Uzbek.

It's all useless.

The son would rather die than be Da Zhou's ghost.

The chief high priest sighed for a long time and said, "Prince Lian, I have a request."

"Say."

"I want to say a few words to my son alone. Don't worry, I will give you the prescription."

"You have to hand in." Xiao Er said coldly, "I, Zhao Junhong, never go home empty-handed. If I annoy me, I will lead the army to destroy your Uzbek and let your Uzbek heritage be completely cut off! Believe in this king, this king will do what he says."

He is so cruel and cruel.

Everyone present will not question this.

He went out after speaking.

The child narrowed his eyes and followed out.

Qian'er and Shui Yijun looked at each other.

Shui Yijun said: "The princess can rest assured that the children will not kill Prince Lian."

Sure enough, the next moment, there was a ping-pong fight outside, as well as the roar of the children and the screams of Xiao Er.

Qian'er hurriedly walked to the door and saw the baby chasing Xiaoer and beating him wildly, making him unable to lift his head.

The child cursed while beating: "Asshole, you dare to be a big head in front of me. If you beat Xiao Zhuang to death, I will let you bury him!"

Xiao Er smiled bitterly: "Am I still your brother?"

The child slapped him on the back of his head: "I told you to pretend to be in front of my sister! My sister hates people who pretend to be forced!"

Qianer: "..."

There are only infants who can cure the second child in this world.

In the past few years, more than half of Xiao Er's hostility has been suppressed by young children.

The strange thing is that the relationship between the two brothers and sisters is very good, and the fight does not affect their joint warfare. They are quite a bit of love and killing.

Shui Yijun also walked out, stood beside Qian'er, watched their siblings fight with her, and smiled: "Xiaoer broke a girl's heart this time."

Qianer said: "Isn't it me that Er Ma said?"

"Naturally not the princess." Shui Yijun raised his chin outside, "Look at the princess—"