Reborn and Queen

"Xi'er,, I'm so scared."

Xiao Sujin hugged Ling Yuexi tightly like a child, his voice choked, and his tears wet Ling Yuexi's shoulder.

"Emperor, Xier is not coming back well!"

Ling Yuexi smiled and soothed Xiao Sujin.

This high nineteenth five -year respect for her Ling Yuexi left tears, isn't she in love with her bones? I think of the bits and pieces of her first entered the palace, Xiao Sujin's dependence, concern, support, and self -reliance, and to solve the heart of the heart.

Pain. Ling Yuexi's eyes are also wet.

He raised his head from Xiao Sujin's arms and looked at him, and wiped the tears for him.

Xiao Sujin held Ling Yuexi's hands and reached his chest. He said quietly: "Xi'er, I understand, you don't like the palace, but why not. But, the body is the emperor, and he has the people.

The responsibility must provoke the burden of the strong country. With you, I will feel that I am still a normal man. Xi'er, that night, I feel that the world has collapsed, and there is no more heartbeat.

I will jump down the cliff, because I ca n’t let the people ’s people’ s people. However, my heart, my soul will go with you. Just a walking dead.

"Why don't the emperor jump off the cliff?" Ling Yuexi's eyes flowed, with a little naughty with the girl.

"There is the world in my heart, and the suffering of people's livelihood is the good emperor in Xi'er's heart, a good husband. If you really jump off the cliff selfishly, Xi'er will not be happy!"

"Xi'er!

Xiao Sujin's emotional call, holding Ling Yuexi's face, kissed gently on her forehead.

This is reasonable, with the national community as the emphasis, and the strange woman who does not have the love of children, how can it not be exciting.

Where did Xiao Sujin know? The righteous words of Ling Yuexi originated from the subconscious of the soul of the previous life. At that time, in the troops, the thoughts of ‘Baojia Wei Guoping, cracking down on criminals, and Xia Xiaojia for everyone’.

In the evening, there was a banquet. Xiao Sujin held Ling Yuexi in the soft collapse, letting her pillow her legs, gently sorted out Kurosawa's long hair, and quietly listened to Ling Yuexi about this experience.

She just talked about the development of the matter, and did not say details, such as between with Lan Qi, at that time, the secrets of their brothers and sisters;

Xiao Sujin listened, with a petting smile on his face, but the undercurrents under the eyes were turbulent.

Feng Zhuo had already told himself that on the way, Xi'er was taking care of Xiao Mohuan, who was taking care of the injured, and drove along with him. When he spent the night in Yunhe Shan, the two were alone in one room.

But she did not mention this.

"Xi'er, this time the prince's father is indispensable. Tomorrow, I will go to the Esistain's Mansion to visit and make a reward!"

"Um."

Ling Yuexi responded, stopped talking, closed his eyes, forced herself to rest for a while, so as not to be indigenous during the dinner.

Moro will definitely hate himself.

In the evening, from the Yuehua Gate of Kunning Palace to the Wenhua Hall, the scarlet rich peony carpet was paved.

Children's candlelight is beautiful, such as Lin Wonderland.

There are a few night pearls hanging under the plaque of the Wenhua Hall, which is as bright as day. On the wall behind the main position in front of the temple is the totem of Long Teng's nine days. The rare blue night pearl is hanging on the totem, just like Longdan.

Xiao Sujin held Ling Yuexi's hand tightly, sitting in a light blue halo.

Both are Yin Hong's golden dragon robe and phoenix clothing.

The messenger of the Moro country came along, and he had to be in awe after being amazed. So he was so lingering that he could erode by his little Moro.

The messenger of Moro is the new emperor's younger brother, Jekeo, with unknown ministers, and more than a dozen followers, and a graceful woman who covers her face with a yarn, kneeling one by one.

After the etiquette, Yelco personally paid tribute and paid the land to pay one by one. When An Pei read the list of tributes, everyone heard the word "Virgin", and looked at the red gauze woman.

Yerren placed in front of his chest with his left hand, and said to the etiquette of the Hero country and leaned over his words: "Moro State's pure woman who grew up in the sanctuary every two years of voters, granted it as a" virgin ", and in charge of the national sacrifice.

Meaning. In order to express my sincerity in Moro, send the sage makeup with the heavenly dynasty, I hope the two countries will be repaired forever! "

Mei -Makeup-!

‘I will curse your soul with my soul to go out of the world forever! Hahahaha, you will really look at your relatives and have no power. You must not die!’

There seemed to be a pot of cold water poured down from the top of her head, and Ling Yuexi was stunned. Her thoughts flew far, far, and high.

Since it is the 'saint' on behalf of the two countries, if Xiao Sujin does not accept it, it will be embarrassed by Moro.

The God of War ', can be described as the combination of heaven. The regent of the regent divided the country, and there is no princess so far ... "

"emperor!"

Mei Make -up Yingying worshiped, took a few steps forward, interrupted Xiao Sujin's words.

"Moro has always been the" Virgin "of the" Virgin "since the founding of the country. If Mei Make -up and the Regent King, in the hearts of the people of the Moro Kingdom, the regent king is their gods.

righteous!"

The sound of plum makeup is as crisp as a bell, and with a bit of sweetness, it makes listening to the swaying god.

At this time, the prince of Moro kneeling on one knee was extremely all the messenger, praying: "The emperor, the virgin is extremely stated that if the maiden marries the regent king, it is a great shame for my Moro country!"

Xiao Sujin hates someone threatened the most, and the eyes are suddenly cold, and they say: "The father of the governor is the father of the prince, how can he marry?"

For a while, the atmosphere suddenly cracked.

Everyone in the hall seems to feel a cold gas.

Ling Yuexi's eyes have been locked on plum makeup. Each of her movements, every sentence, but not like plum makeup.

Maybe it is a coincidence.

When you comfort yourself, you suddenly feel a few eyes.

Several ministers in the North China.

He sneered in their hearts, why do they want to persuade the emperor by themselves? How can there be a wife in the world to persuade her husband to marry his wife again. Besides, Xiao Sujin promised himself, no matter what, he would not Na Fei anymore.

Threat! Then look back, his expression is indifferent, and the expression outside the degree.

Liang abandoned his head slowly, and he got up and said: "The emperor, the minister smells slightly. In Moro, the position of the" Saint "is higher than the princess of the dynasty, which is extremely honorable, and is especially admired by the people.

Marry! Furthermore, the emperor's pro -government, self -opening and loose leaves, filling the harem! "