The Villain Has Blackened Again

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Chapter 107 Assassin, when the black wind is high

At the end of the early dynasty, General Qin, the Qin’s grandfather and his own son, General Qin, went in one place and whispered.

"Oh, it seems that the emperor is ironic to deal with our Qin family." General Qin calmly said.

General Qin Qin smashed his beard and his beard, and screamed in a rude manner: "I am so angry that I have forgotten this little emperor. This is the world that Laozi and the emperor hit together! How long did he get to the base? Just want to cross the river to remove the bridge?"

General Qin made a squeaking action toward him, and some helplessly said: "Hey, my old man, can you speak a little bit, if you are heard by the emperor, you will be inevitably charged with the following crimes."

General Qin Qin did not say good-naturedly: "I am a rough door. In the past, your old man would have to slap a scorpion and keep the enemy from screaming."

General Qin supported the road: "You also know how many years ago it was. Now the world is peaceful, no enemy has made you so embarrassed."

Said, General Qin lowered his voice. "Hey, it’s not a thing to do this. The emperor will deal with these grandfathers, but I will shake her... Hey, it’s my incompetence, I can only see it. Watching my niece suffer in the palace."

If the emperor is brightly releasing the news that Qin Buyao was beaten into the cold palace, they can also find the emperor to discuss it in person, but now the emperor has blocked the news. If they take the initiative to find the door, they are not telling the emperor, they have Qin in the palace. Home eyeliner?

General Qin became more and more suspicious, and the emperor was taking advantage of this to bully his daughter unscrupulously.

Both of them did not dare to let the lady and the old lady of the family know, otherwise the two of them must be pointed at the nose and sac.

Their Qin family women are even more embarrassed than men.

When General Qin listened to his son, he couldn’t help but fall into meditation. The baby granddaughter who was hurting his hand was so ruined by the emperor. He really wanted to shoot the emperor with a shot, but he couldn’t, now the Qin family is up and down. With a large population, he could not be impulsively held by the little emperor.

Fortunately, the news he had inquired said that although the baby granddaughter was beaten into the cold house, but the days were very handsome, and with the presence of Cuihuan, he was relieved a little.

General Qin suddenly lowered his voice. "Hey, the emperor is not only a son of the emperor."

"Son, you mean..."

"Hey, hey, this thing goes home and then negotiates carefully."

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"I heard that the emperor went to the harem in the past few days to go very often?" He squatted on the chair in the south, holding a book in his hand, with a small mouth containing grapes.

Cuihuan handed a small dish to her mouth and caught the grape seed she spit out. She said, "Yes, the goddess, I heard that the emperor has recently been violent, and he is lucky every night."

South snorted, "The emperor is not afraid of kidney loss."

Cuihuan snorted and laughed. "The goddess, you can say this."

Said, Cuihuan looked at the grape seed in the plate and asked, "Im Man, can this grape seed really grow vines later?"

"Yes, but I have to wait until next year to plant. You should first wash these and dry them, and wait until the next spring."

"Hey, it’s good." Cuihuan ordered, and the fart went to wash the grape seeds.

Nanxun swayed in the rocking chair and swayed to the last page of the book. After reading the ten lines, he could not help but sigh. "What, how are the stories of scholars and foxes, and even more ridiculous, The scholar had a wife and a son at home, and he had to go with the fox, and the fox was particularly generous to say that they didn't care about it, and then they rolled into a ball."

Cuihuan, while listening to her family's sissy while drying the grape seeds, couldn't help but laugh. "The goddess, this book doesn't say it. The book grows like a jade tree, and it is talented. It is normal to make women like it, let alone a fox." ""

Nanxun yawned. "My focus is not on the scholars, but on the foxes. The book uses a lot of pen and ink to describe how many foxes are beautiful and sorrowful. If I am a fox, I will definitely find a better one. It’s much longer, it doesn’t need to be talented. It’s no use for these things. The important thing is that it’s good for me. I’m willing to favor me alone, only me.”

As the saying goes, the woman’s voice is getting smaller and smaller, and the beautiful nephew is slowly smashing.

Cuihuan took a light footstep and took her to her hand when she was in her hand. Then she found a thin one and covered it with her.

Nanxun felt this sleep directly in the evening. When he woke up, he heard Xiao Ba squatting. "Sleep and sleep, you really want to become a pig when you sleep like this."

Nancy is not ashamed to be proud. "I am too thin, I have to sleep more and raise my health. Can you find someone who can sleep more than me?"

Xiao eight:......

Nan Yan, who was full of sleep, wanted to find something to do, so he rolled up his sleeves and cooked himself.

Although it is a cold palace, but also has its own small kitchen, Nanxun picked some flowers, ready to make cakes.

Cuihuan star stared at her. "How do you know that you will still do these things," said the girl.

Nan Yan looked sad and said: "I won't, I won't, I have nothing to eat recently, my mouth is smashed."

Cuihuan immediately dropped two teardrops. "It’s useless to blame the slaves. Even the cakes won’t be done. Let’s go to the imperial kitchen to steal two cakes.”

Nancy: "...for the sake of your sorrow, this idea is still on hold, oh~" said, touching her head.

Cuihuan snorted and gave up the idea.

After the master and the servant finished eating, Cuihuan burned hot water and prepared to serve her mother to bathe.

The wooden tub is full of scented flowers, overflowing with the fragrance of a room, and outside the window, it is the time when the black wind is high.

Nanxun pulled off the palace skirt in three or two, sat in the tub, and the warm water touched the skin, making her comfortable and sighing.

"The niece, slaves give you back."

Cuihuan took a spoon and a bath, and watered the back of the south, gently squatting.

The atmosphere was just right, and at this moment, Cuihuan rubbed his hand back and slammed and stood up, screaming in the direction of the window, "Who?"

The scorpion of Nanxun’s scorpion glimpsed, and quickly came out of the tub, and the cloak on the shelf was wrapped around him.

When it was said that it was too late, almost at the moment when Nanxun had just wrapped his cloak, a black man suddenly broke through the window and a long sword stabbed southward.

Cuihuan's look changed greatly, and he rushed to the front to try to block in front of Nanxun, but he was only a scorpion in the sword. He waited for the green ring to rush over, and he put a sword on the neck of Cuihuan.

He initially aimed at Cuihuan.

"It's a loyal gimmick." The sneer snorted.

The man wore a black tunic with a waist and a long, straight posture. The face was covered with a delicate silver mask. A pair of narrow and sharp scorpions were trapped in the mask, and under the mask, the straight nose was half exposed, slim. The lips twitched slightly, because the smirk was slightly smirked, and it was slightly curved, some cold, and some **** evil spirits.