The Anarchic Consort

He Lianjiaer returned to God, only to see Su Yanmo holding her hand.

If not, she would probably rush forward.

The people around him looked at her with the look of a madman, and that kind of eyes made Helen Jiaoer want to find a hole to drill in.

From when did she fall from the genius that everyone envied to such a point.

He Lianjiaer hated that the roots were itchy, but he couldn’t take Helen Weiwei, only his eyes were red.

Su Yanmo looked at a woman who had never been so ruined as she is now, like a fist punched by a man, not willing to go to the extreme, but had to say comfort: "Jiao Er, you listen to me Even if the big marriage is over, they will not be able to be between them. You also know that the three emperors like this kind of woman at all. With her deputy, no man can tolerate it. The three emperors will never touch her. What's more, after a few days, it will be the country's great celebration. At that time, that person will definitely appear. As long as that person is back, this little breed will definitely be kicked off."

"The man that the mother said was the big servant who served under the prince of the year?" He Lianjiao screamed with poison.

Su Yanmo looked around and lowered the voice: "It is her, the mother did not want to tell you, I am afraid that your heart will be blocked. After all, you really put the three emperors in your heart, but now, there is nothing wrong with it. To put it bluntly, when you can join hands with the girl, it is easy to pull this little scorpion down the stage. How can the ugly woman compare to the two of you?

"But I am going to marry Huaifu, how come with the three halls..." He Lianjiao's thin lips and half bite, and the woman with the marriage contract also went to hook up others, and I am afraid it would be hard to hear.

Su Yanmo is a little light: "Jiao Er, you have to remember that in this world, only you win, you are right. Just like the mother asked you to take Murong Changfeng, it is the same. reason."

"But at that time, he didn't do anything to me, just simply hated the little monk." He Lianjiaer wrinkled his wow: "Whoever makes the little ugly ugly, it is always entangled in the world." It’s not to be fooled.”

Su Yanmo smiled: "You see, even the world can't stand her face, let alone the three emperors, Jiaoer, you wait, when the time comes, the mother will definitely lick this out for you. Bad!"

Snapped!

The Bailijiajue stepped on the last stage of the white jade ladder, and none of the civil and military officials standing in the main hall were shocked by the actions of the Bailijiajue. They subconsciously looked at the center of the main hall.

The emperor and the empress were sitting there, wearing dragon robes and phoenix skirts. They had a decent smile on their faces, shallow whispers, and a peaceful and prosperous world... However, when they saw the Baili Jiajue coming in, it was also a slight one. Hey.

Only the Emperor Taishou caressed the beard and laughed. The cool laughter echoed in the hall: "I saw the feelings of these two children so good, my old man is relieved, come and come, tea ceremony. !"

The Baili Jiajue stood in the middle of the main hall, and bent down to put Helen Weiwei down.

Soon, there were palace ladies and eunuchs who handed in the good tea pots.

Helen Weiwei can't see who is who, just listen to the sounds around, what to do when doing.

Everything looks very lively and festive.

Only when the Queen took over the samovar in the hands of Helen Weiwei, there was a trace of imperceptible awning in the scorpion...

After the two men finished the tea, the Baili Jiajue handed her over to others: "Send the king to rest."

Hearing that Helen Weiwei did not think about it, he asked casually: "What about you? Where?"

"I have to drink a few more glasses with the grandfather." When he said this, he paused, and the low voice was better than usual: "You can rest assured that you won't wait too long."

Helian Weiwei picked up a good-looking brow, how she always felt that some of the words of His Highness sounded strange.

The fire unicorn stood next to the two people. After listening to the words of their own masters, they looked at someone with sympathy.

Someone is covered with Xipa, and it is also unclear about the southeast and northwest. He only helped himself with two shackles.

Above the main hall, a cup of drink, hot, and singing and dancing.

Nangong Lie played the wine glass in this hand and leaned over to Bai Lijiajue. He put his hand on his shoulder. The face of the evil spirit was with a bohemian smile: "Ajue, I didn't expect you to hold a woman, really. unexpected."

"I will cut your hand." The faint opening of the Bailijiajue, the clear sound of the sound is full of demon: "Do you want to try?"

Nan Gonglie suddenly lifted his hands and surrendered to the general: "I just think that you have been so deep in playing the game this time, but for the sake of a prey, the people outside can’t wait to kill every year. You once, now that you have exposed your martial arts, they will definitely not be able to sit still."

"That's better. Anyway, the hand of the temple is itchy." The Barry, remembered the monks who came today, and the pupils sank.

The dawn of the cold and let the Nangong scalp numb began to shift the topic: "Don't say those old men."

He looked at the Bailijiajue and said a long way: "I sent a wedding ceremony. In the evening, you will be pleasantly surprised."

The Barry Gregory swept him faintly, and there was no expression of interest in the face of abstinence.

However, Nangong Lie lowered his head and calculated the hour. The corner of his mouth slowly rose up. I don’t know how Herda’s resistance is.

However, this medicine is so powerful that it cannot be forced out with martial arts.

Hey, he is really a close-fitting cotton jacket.

How can you be impressed by the special room of the cave house?

The setting sun ended and the wind outside was bigger.

Helian Weiwei sat in the hi-room, with a red candle and a high fever, and the flowers were in the hall, reflecting the redness of the house.

Helen Weiwei, who is black and waisted, sits in the middle, more like a witch who falls on the earth.

At the beginning, there were people waiting to be there. Later, Helen Weiwei felt so tired when she sat down, and sent her out, and there was no more people in the palace.

Anyway, she is used to everything, and she is waiting on the side, but she is uncomfortable.

When the people left, Helian Weiwei took Xipa off and put it on the dressing chair. He was lazy and began to look at this palace. It is in line with the aesthetic of the three halls, and all the low-key luxury, white marble. The masonry pool, the marble-clear ground, and the night jewels dotted around.

There are very few people waiting to be served, but everyone is very clean and looks more rich than the rich children outside.

On the round table of carved sandalwood, two dragon and phoenix red oil lamps are burning. The wick is burning, and there is something like aroma coming out from it. It is faint, very good...