The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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The one hundred and fifteenth chapter

"Yao Mozhen, you have the heart to let the quicksand know that he was replaced by a cat?" I really don't know that Feng Yihan saw Yao Mozhen now, and would not praise her innocent and extraordinary. Anyway, he did not see where Yao Moqi was in the past, but saw her very vulgar!

"Is the prince agreed?" Yao Mozhen was unhurriedly lifted, and the crystal clear scorpion glowed. She was really curious, and she always looked at the night of the Liusha, how suddenly she was so willing.

"The king has a condition!" Night Junqing finally said the topic.

"What?" Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows and looked at the night Junqing. He wanted the cat to be a blind man. I am afraid that the next point is the key point.

"Feng Yihan invited you to enjoy the tea tonight, and the king felt it necessary to be present." The night Jun Qingzheng opened his mouth and said that he was justified.

"He also invited the prince?" Yao Mozhen did not expect Feng Yihan to make such a request, it seems that he wants to smash this layer of window paper.

"That didn't, but the king felt it necessary to go!"

"But Mo Zhen felt that it was not necessary. Wang Ge’s request could not be promised, but Mo Zhen could give the kitten a prince to show comfort." Yao Mozhen categorically refused.

"You don't want to shed sand?" For Yao Mo's refusal, the night is very different.

"Mo Zhen thought about it. The quicksand is the gift of Yan Nanzhen sincerely to the prince. The gentleman has the beauty of an adult and does not take advantage of it. Mo Zhen always feels that he is a gentleman. Therefore, Wang Ye will not have to worry about Mo Yan from now on. The Japanese will **** the quicksand!" Yao Mozhen's decisive ambiguity made the night Junqing very frustrated. In fact, he really wants to know why Feng Yihan about Yao Mozhen is in the end. He doesn't think that Feng Yihan has the taste of tea.

"Don't go, this king thinks there is still a discussion about this matter!" Seeing Yao Mozhen got up and went to the inner room, and the night was unwilling to chase after him.

"Wang Ye is preparing to discuss with Mo Zhen on the bed in the inner room?" At the entrance of the inner room, Yao Mo is abruptly stopped. When he returns to the room, Jun Jun of the night is close, she can even feel a damp heat. The breath is coming. The sly statement, the sly posture, and the two calm and waveless hearts rose.

In the early morning, Jun Jun knew that Yao Mozhen’s eyes would be deceptive. When she was stupid, her eyes were always so innocent. But at this moment, he also found that Yao Mozhen’s eyes would be hooked. The eyes seemed to be two bottomless pits, driving you to desperately go down. I want to know the secrets inside, but the more you go down, the more you sink, until you can’t get out.

He wanted to avoid those eyes, but his eyes did not seem to listen to the gaze. For a moment, he even felt that Yao Mozhen’s eyes were so familiar, and he coincided with the eyes of his day and night!

"Mu Xin..." The night Jun Qing sang her name, and at that moment, Yao Mozhen suddenly shocked.

"Wang Ye's expression makes Mo Zhen think that Wang Ye wants to go in with Mo Zhen!" Yao Mo is strong and calm, and his lips are slightly hooked.

"Hey... Keke... Feng Yihan invited you to the Lama Temple when he was awkward, and the king was a little tired!" Night Junqing talked about Yao Mozhen and went to push the room. door.

"Where is the prince?" Yao Mo looked at the surface with a calm face, but the heart was already frantic, the night was clear, full of doubts.

"Oh... the wrong door!" The night Junqing was incomprehensible, and turned and disappeared in the main hall of the Guanyin Palace. Looking at the back of the night Junqing, Yao Mozhen is infinitely stunned. He really missed it and missed such a good man. If this life comes back, should she grasp his heart? But now, what qualifications are there to stand beside him...

In the peach blossom forest, wearing a white skirt, the wind is closed, and the side face is hidden between the flowers and the starfish. The graceful and resolute face is set off, the jade-like face, the eye-catching eyes, especially the faint eyes. The melancholy, there is a unique decadent beauty, and it is absolutely beautiful.

"The flowers are in the bushes, the leaves are not stained, and the Prince's Highness is good." The voice of Qingyue interrupted the tranquility at the moment. Yao Mozhen wore the flower forest and slowly walked to the front of Feng Yihan.

"On the heart, the cold is not as good as it is!" Feng Yihan invited Yao Mozhen to sit down and speak openly.

"Princes are laughing, Mo Zhen can have no heart, so do not come to tea and appreciate the moon and other arty things." Yao Mo's eyes are pure, such as a pool of clear water, it is easy to let people indulge.

"It seems that Yao Yao is guessing the intention of the cold?" Feng Yihan sat opposite Yao Mozhen, elegantly smashed a cup of rain before the Longjing.

"It’s one thing to guess, it’s another thing to say it to the Prince’s house.” Yao Mozhen smacked the dragon in the cup, feeling the aroma between the lips and teeth, and had to admit that this tea seal was cold. It took a lot of thought.

"It's really cool to want to know, Yao Yao thought in his heart whether it coincides with the cold?" Feng Yihan's slender eyes shone with light, and he was waiting for this woman to bring him even more surprises!

"Yin Xue!" Yao Mozhen did not talk too much nonsense, only whispered Yin Xue.

"Below Yin Xue, see the master!" Yin Xue's appearance, like the wind, can not find a trace, Feng Yi Han self-confessed that martial arts is not weak, but I do not know where Yin Xue came from.

"Go on." Yao Mozhen only between the words, Yin Xue suddenly disappeared, the speed is fast, as if she has never appeared.

"What does Yao Yao mean?" Feng Yihan was shocked and raised his eyebrows to look at Yao Mozhen.

"Prince wants to know the strength of this palace. This palace is for the Prince. The Prince also has hidden guards. I believe that I should have heard of the Yin family. The old Lord of Yin Xue is the martial arts lord Yan Nanxun. If it is not the best, Prince. Do you think he will cut love?" In the dark, Yin Xue’s lips consciously smoked, and she came back from Fengyu Mountain Villa. From no angle, she did not think that Yan Nanzhen regarded the owner as a perfect match, but it was more appropriate for the feud. some.

"It seems that this ‘Phantom of the Seven Kills’ is coming and going.” The casual stretch of Feng Yi’s eyebrows allowed Yao Mo to peep into his heart. This should be regarded as the life and death of Feng Yihan. Win, get a country, defeat, and kill a life.

"This palace has shown enough sincerity, now it is the turn of the Prince." Yao Mozhen put down the cup, the twilight is cold and waveless.

"Despite Yao Yao's mention, Yi Han will never make a counteroffer!" Feng Yihan knew that without the support of Yao Mozhen, he could not resist the "Phantom of the Seven Kills". No matter what Yao Mozhen asked, he could only promise.

"Mo Zhen wants to ask you for a person." Yao Mozhen said that the clouds are light and windy, and the beautiful face is scattered with a faint glow in the moonlight, just like a fairy in the moon.

"For whom?" Feng Yi Han raised his eyebrows to Yao Mozhen, and such an answer surprised him.

"Mo Zhen also wants to know if the Prince is coincident with me?" Yao Mo is silent, and his eyebrows bend to look at Feng Yihan.

"Night Hung? Isn't right..." Feng Yihan fell into meditation, the wind rose, the peach rustling, the raised petals danced with the wind, and the beautiful ones were sentimental.

"Night Junqing." Feng Yihan's voice is infinitely affirmative. When I saw the light in Yao Mo's eyes, Feng Yi's heart was filled with faint sourness. He should have guessed it.

"You are helping him? Why? Because of your sister?" Feng Yihan is eager to hear a positive answer, but Yao Mozhen did not answer.

"If the Prince is willing to take this person, Mo Zhen should go all out. If you don't, we haven't seen it tonight." Yao Mo's look is leisurely, and he seems to have decided that Feng Yihan will not refuse.

"Good! His day will be cold and the power of Qi will be the night of the Qing Dynasty." Feng Yi Han Xing if the starlight, sings out the splendid. There is a wise woman like Yao Mozhen who helps each other, and Chu Guoyi is in the morning and evening.

"This sentence of Prince Edward, Mo Zhen is in the heart of the Prince of Susie." Yao Mozhen nodded slightly, and immediately got up and wanted to go, but was stopped by Feng Yihan.

"So good, Yao Yao, this is to live up to it?" The boundless night sky, the bright moon is like a hook, the stars are like China, accompanied by the rotten peach blossoms, it is really a beautiful scenery, Yao Mozhen’s lips twitch No smile.

"Yeah, a rare good, how can you live up to Mo Zhen..." Yao Moyu swayed. Just when Feng Yihan thought that Yao Mozhen would stay, she accelerated her pace and disappeared into the Taolin for a moment.

Looking at the direction in which Yao Mozhen disappeared, Feng Yihan couldn’t help but smile, so that the good night was so night, but she was looking for the wind to stand in the middle of the monks, but not herself. Night Junqing, how lucky are you...

Leaving the Lama Temple, Yao Mozhen entered the Guanyin Palace and saw Tingyue hurriedly greeted him.

"Anniling, since you left, Wang Ye has been sitting on the stone bench over there to drink." Since that day, Tingyue finally understands the mind of the goddess, and then dare not think about it.

"You go on." Yao Mozhen swayed his hand, and immediately walked on the stone bench in the courtyard with a small step. The two rows of pear trees were pavilion, the flowers were light, the petiole was slender, and the wind moved and the sound was beautiful. In the pear flower room, the night Junqing hits the blue-breasted gown and sits on the stone bench. The night wind blows his long hair like ink, and the beautiful arc in the air, the wind moves, and the people want to be immortal.

"Qiao smiles and welcomes people, Qingxuexiang is a pity. It is like a pear flower, and it is very close to it." Yao Mo Yu Ting came, the fairy like the Xiangyun, stopped at the night Junqing On the swing, the toes point to the ground, the swings gently sway, the white skirts flow with the wind, like a wave, the city is unparalleled.

The night Jun Qing heard the sound, and the glare of the eyes was fleeting. Then he turned his head and turned to wine tasting.

"In fact, it is not difficult to know the content of the martial arts of Wang Ye and want to know what Mo Zhen and Feng Yihan are talking about." Yao Mozhen broke the deadlock.

"Then you let Yin Xue stop the king!" The night Jun Qing was a person who opened his mouth and knew that he had revealed his mouth.

"The original prince has been there!" Yao Mo sings and laughs, and the scorpion looks at the night Junqing with great interest.

"Cough cough... ‘Phantom of the Seven Kills’ will come at any time, the king must always ensure the safety of Feng Yi Han, what is wrong?” The night Jun Qing 悻悻 open, straightforward and refuted.

"Wang Ye is doing everything right." Yao Mozhen got up from the swing and slowly sat down to the opposite side of the night, then picked up the jug on the stone bench and took a cup.