The Anarchic Consort

The little boy swept over like an ice.

The shadows were shaking hands, and the tremors were even worse. I was worried that there would be any problems. I couldn’t help but ask: "If this is not done well, the Shusei Niangniang will doubt the upper house and the time of His Royal Highness. It will be even more difficult, do you want to wait for the emperor to come back again...

"No." The little boy interrupted his words, his band was bandaged in his left eye, and he looked at him with his eyes. There was no temperature: "Follow what the temple said."

The shadow didn't dare to say anything more, and the head screamed: "Yes."

It was night, after receiving the letter, Murong Wang looked at the contents of the two faces, and suddenly screamed and screamed: "Come on, telling people to stop, let people stop the news of Shu, the ministers of the Ministry and the Ministry of Military Affairs. Start writing the fold now!"

Sitting in the Murong Wangfu and the newly-received Ronggui, listening to the words of Murong Wang, also followed

It’s up: “Is it a sin for these people to write a book to rule Lee’s family?”

"No, the king wants them to protect him." Murong Wang took the letter in his hand and nodded again and again: "I don't know the letter that was sent, this plan is absolutely perfect!"

Ronggui shackles his eyebrows: "My brother will make a decision with a letter, will it be too hasty."

"Sister, you just entered the palace, you still don't know about the emperor. The analysis on this letter is all-encompassing. The most incomprehensible thing for the emperor is that the emperor and the minister are partying and smuggling. The more someone is protecting the Li family, the faster Li Jia is. In particular, the cadres and the military departments have always been the taboos of the emperor's heart. There are too many old parts of the Li family. Once they speak and plead, the suspected seeds in the emperor's heart will completely erupt, directly asking the life of the Li family! Unable to even the big princes...hehe." At the end, Murong Wang smiled and brought out the cold meaning.

This night is bound to be not too flat.

In the depths of the palace, in the brightly lit southern study, the emperor slammed out the fold in his hand!

The maids who served on the palace were suddenly squatting on the ground.

Especially the Gaogonggong, who was closest to the emperor, his face was hit by the fold, but he did not dare to cry. He only slammed his head and shouted: "His Royal Highness!"

"How do you let the cockroaches get angry!" The emperor pointed at the stack of folds and his face was gloomy: "One day has not passed yet. Eight of these ten are in the Bao Li family, and then say good things to the peak! Good It’s very good! The instructions were passed, and the Li family’s affairs were officially handed over to the cadres today, and the Li Si’s sergeant was also removed, so that the people at the Murong family came to manage the case!”

"Yes." Gao Gonggong took the lead to retreat.

The next day, the person who sent the lady to the inauguration sent a reply.

"How? How do you say?" She thought that after all, she loved the peaks. After a day, this gas should be almost eliminated.

Unexpectedly, the **** actually shook his head and whispered: "The matter of Li's family, His Majesty has given full authority to Master Murong to manage it. In the future, the minions will not be able to find out."

"What!?" Shu Shu's face suddenly white, directly fainted!

Everyone knows how powerful Li Jia and Murong are fighting. The emperor handed over the affairs of Li Jia to the Murong Wangfu. It is clear that he does not leave a trace of living for Murong Wangfu. .

The news spread quickly, and almost everyone knows except the big prince who was also confined.

The shadow squatted on the ground with one knee on the ground, facing the obscurity of the hundred miles.

The little boy listened and raised his mouth. "So you can't stand the blow. It's really fast."

The shadow did not speak. At that moment, in addition to admiration in his heart, there was no fear of traces.

According to the truth, he should not be afraid.

But he is the one who knows all the plans of His Royal Highness. Just because he is too clear, he will feel that His Royal Highness is so smart that people can’t breathe.

If it is not for everyone to have an accurate understanding, how can this game be arranged so closely.

Everyone in the palace is saying that this time Li Jia and Murong Wangfudou, Murong Wangfu won a thorough.

No one knows that everything behind this is a bureau of a boy who is only eight years old.

Murong Wangfu may indeed have benefited from this court battle.

But he is only the chess piece that His Highness took in his hands to destroy Li.

The shadow did not understand until now, why His Royal Highness suddenly decided to ask for the lifeline of Li.

He said that the other party did not have long eyes.

But the other party does not look at the eyes twice or twice.

This time, how can the master and the child not bear it, risking being discovered, and also tidying up the Li family?

The shadows were full of doubts and looked at the little boy sitting on the wooden chair.

But he saw that he had put away what he was going to say later, and he said in a whisper: "Go down."

"Yes." The shadow stood up and found that the new Omiya woman came in.

Helen Weiwei did not ask them what he was talking about. He took the casserole in his hand and looked at the little boy who was sitting quietly writing. He reached out and took his brush: "Your head is not good yet. Just don't write anymore."

"Tomorrow will see." The little boy, like he was really writing seriously, took the brush back.

Helian Weiwei: "I will help you write, you go to drink soup."

"You write for me?" The little boy picked a brow.

Helen Weiwei was upset by his ridiculous eyes: "What did I write for you?"

"Nothing, I have to write twenty." The little boy dropped this sentence and stood up. He sent Helianweiwei's good bone soup to his mouth and sipped the soup comfortably.

Since she is going to help him write, he can just be lazy.

just……

The little boy was originally looking at Helen Weiwei while drinking bone soup. When he saw half of it, he couldn’t stand it anymore: "Who is your word taught?"

“Is it unique?” Helen Weiwei looked at me with a look.

The little boy snorted: "If ugly is a unique thing, your words are really unique."

Helen Weiwei: ... will not die if the tongue is dead?

"Sit a little bit." The little boy's voice was very light. He didn't wait for Helen Weiwei to react. He held the brush across her hand, holding a delicate face, and the tone was slow: "When hooking, wrist Use strength..."

For a moment, Helen Weiwei thought that he had returned to the past. At that time, he also held her from behind, like a smile and a hand that controlled her writing.

"When are you going back with me?" It was almost a word that blurted out.

The little boy’s fingers paused, and the squats that couldn’t be said at that moment were unpredictable.

At this time, the shadow slammed open the wooden door, and walked in quickly, his face a little panic: "His Royal Highness, not good."