The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 120—You and you are too cold and bloodless!

"Whether, in the end, you are owed to you. In the past two days, you will find a way to put Jian Chenan ###卫卫队, but you promised, don't let people see the clues, otherwise the consequences, you should be clear!" The night game is awe-inspiring.

"Thinking and thanking the emperor!" Xie Si sang, and when he got up, he was grateful and grateful.

"Do you want to mention the word of thank you between you and you, get up soon. Moonlight!" Night Hung will lift up from the ground, and then call the moon.

"The slaves see the emperor." The moon rushed in and rushed in, respectfully.

"Quickly help your family to go back to the room to rest, be careful to wait!" The moon screamed, and when he got on the body, he helped Xie Sizhen and walked toward the inner room.

Looking at Xie Si's weak figure disappeared into the inner room door, the night's gentle eyes dyed the frost. Leaving the Xuanfang Temple, the night game will call Anshanshan into the royal study room.

"Anshanshan, you take a thousand stupa, let Zheng Yu doctor double the dose of Jian Chen! I want him to die of the evil in five days!" The night of the game is cold, the ice is full of scorpions The fierce light of the beastly bloodthirsty.

"The emperor wants to be in addition to the sword dust? The medicine of the German goddess..." Anshanshan surprised the fox.

"Continue! The person who betrayed the blasphemy will die! He gave her a chance. She is not ignorant of her own. If it is not because of the old guy, I don't have to worry about it! Go on!" Until the Anshanshan left, he was relieved, and then leaned on the dragon chair.

Looking at the entire harem, who really loves him, and who does he love? Night game repeatedly asked myself, only one answer, Yao Mozhen!

The dinner was very good, and the night Junqing remained silent until Yao Mozhen wanted to get up.

"When the king found out that Zheng Gonggong and Yuner did not return home, no one even saw them leaving the palace. Why are there such false records in the books? They are the most admired people around them. Cause!" The night Junqing is open, and Qingyi looks at Yao Mozhen.

"What does Wang Ye want to say?" Yao Mozhen sat back and asked, not thinking.

"Don't you think suspicious? Not only Zheng Gonggong, Yuner, even Sun Hao's whereabouts are fake. If they have not left the palace, they can't find them in the palace. This shows that they are likely to encounter unexpected events! Who is the hand? What is the purpose? Don’t you be curious?” The night Jun Qing looked strangely to Yao Mozhen, which should not be Yao Mozhen’s reaction.

"Nothing to be curious, I want to come to the big sister in the palace before I will offend a lot of people. She is dead. Those enemies in the dark are naturally going to take the people around her, but they are three." Yao Mojun responded leisurely. There is no wave under the arm, but the heart is suffering from the pain of the cone.

"You think so? Have you ever thought that the three of them were killed by murder? You have never doubted the cause of death?" The night Jun Qing eyebrows wrinkled and screamed, he remembered in the wing of the old site of the cold palace. The palace lady she had seen, although she was in a state of fear and talked intermittently, from her horrified gaze, the night Junqing knew that Yao Moxin’s death would be embarrassing.

"Wang Ye should not doubt that it is the elder sister killed by the emperor? Mo said that after the emperor was the big sister, he almost turned his face with the Queen Mother and broke with the Prince. Just said that the elder sister was infatuated with the emperor, and he knew that the emperor had no reason to harm the big sister! In fact, if Wang Ye has nothing to do, he can go out for a walk and enjoy the flowers with his enthusiasm. This is a nerve-wracking day. After all, it is not the right way." Yao Mo suddenly looked at the night Junqing, a look of sorrow.

"This king has never thought of being an emperor, but maybe it is not in the palace?" How could he doubt the night game, and he would do everything for the night game, he is one thousand ten thousand The reason, it will not hurt the heart, the night is clear, the darkness is getting darker, and the bottom of my heart is faint bitter.

"Oh? Which one is it? Just relying on the friendship between the prince and Mo Zhen to live under one roof, as long as the prince said that he would export, Mo Zhen will make the person alive and die, and die of death!" Yao Mozhen looked sincere Road.

"How do you seem to care at all? Is it your big sister, do you care about her death?" The night was a bit angry, and he thought he was not joking.

"Mo Zhen is not not concerned, but firmly believes in the death of the big sister, there is no suspicious place." Yao Mozhen sounds cold, indifferent response.

"How did the three of them explain?" The night Junqing did not agree.

"I don't know that Wang Ye hasn't found out that they are born or dead. Even if they die, Mo Zhen doesn't feel strange. The most indispensable part of this squat is the sorcerer, the dead man, not a thing!" Yao Mo Zhen’s heart is not as easy as she said, and all those who died because of her will not die. These hatreds are all branded in her heart. One day, she will come back to the night of the game, and will come back without mercy!

"But they are different from those people. They have taken care of them! Don't you want to know their whereabouts?" Night Jun Qing looked angry at Yao Mozhen.

"In Mo Yan's eyes, they are nothing different." Yao Mozhen suddenly got up, she can no longer continue this topic, she is afraid that she will not be able to resist the roar of the case, will not be able to rush out to find the night of the game.

"You are too cold-blooded!" Night Junqing looked disappointed and looked at Yao Mozhen, heartache.

"Wang Ye knows Mo Zhen is not a day or two, it should have been known who Mo Zhen is. Yes, Mo Zhen is cold and bloodless." Yao Mozhen cold and welcoming to the night of the eyes of the eyes of the disappointment, heart, inexplicable Pain, she wants to explain, but she has no choice.

"The slaves see the emperor!" Tingyue’s voice came in. Yao Mozhen suddenly put away the sadness of his eyes, and the tears in the rain, he grabbed a dish and buckled to the night, because the night was clear. There must be reason for anger.

"Yao Mozhen! You are deceiving too much!" Night Junqing was horrified by Yao Mo's sudden action, and he got up and shouted loudly. When the night game entered the door, I was seeing this scene.

"The emperor! Night Jun Qing bully! He is cold and bloodless! Hehe..." Yao Mozhen wiped his tears, and he was extremely wronged and threw himself at the night game.

"Don't cry, Junqing, how do you get angry with Yao?" Looking at Yao Mo's pear flower with rain, the night of the game is so painful.

"She is cold-blooded and ruthless!" Night Jun anger looked at Yao Mozhen, and his heart was dull.

"Just because the nephew gave the prince a cat, did not give him, so he remembered to hate the child, the emperor, let him go! I don't want to see him! Good?" Yao Mozhen spoiled The sleeves of the night game, the tears swirled in the shackles.

"Cough ... Jun Qing!" Night Hung helplessly looked at the night Junqing.

"Ten brothers retired!" Night Jun cleared his eyes to Yao Mozhen, and now he is away from the switch.

"The emperor, the deaf children hate him, it is better to let him move away, can't do it?" Seeing the night Junqing left, Yao Mozhen finally sighed.

"If the nephew's nephew does not accept him, he will have no place to go, and the embarrassing nephew is the biggest, right?" The night of the game, both hands swayed Yao Mo's squat, and comforted.

"Hey, listen to the emperor!" Yao Mozhen broke into a smile.

Perhaps it is because I realized that Yao Mozhen is the only woman in this harem who is willing to pet, and the night of the game is extremely gentle.

At noon, the sun was full, Yao Mo squatted on the swing, and the amount of sweat had already oozing out of the forehead, but she still felt cold. As long as she thought of the disgusting things that night game was done last night, the chill of her heart would Add a point. Just what? She can't get rid of it, she can't get rid of it.