Chapter 353

As soon as she showed this kind of expression, mu Qianxun knew that she must have something to ask him.

So he returned to her with a cold face and said, "speak up."

"All right! You said Jun forgets the Sichuan only to kill does not save the human, that my great aunt sees him to do? It must be impossible to save people. Is it necessary for him to kill people? " In the Song Dynasty, the rain was puzzled.

Mu Qianxun knew that she was not so easy to calm down. He said helplessly, "my king is not the Empress Dowager. How do you know what she is doing when she sees you and forgets Sichuan?"

Song Shiyu

There seems to be a point.

"Do you have a good relationship with Jun Wangchuan? He's willing to give you the ebony coffin. It must have a lot to do with you. "

"The relationship between Wang and him is deep or shallow. What does it have to do with you? Song Dynasty rain, I advise you, you are not a cat, no nine lives. If you don't change your curiosity, you will die on it sooner or later. " Mu Qianxun said coldly and lightly.

In Song Dynasty, the rain glared at him.

It's easy to say. If it can be changed, does he think she doesn't want to?

"I don't care about you! If you don't say it, why curse me to death. Hum, I don't care about you. " After saying this, without waiting for mu Qianxun's reaction, he gave him the back of his head and lay with his back to him.

Mu Qianxun stood in the same place to calm down, then put out the candle and lay down beside her.

As a result, the next second he said that he didn't pay attention to song Shiyu, and the next second after he lay down, he leaned against his arms with lightning speed.

He would like to ask, "Song Shiyu, do you want to face?"

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She never seems to have asked.

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Under the moonlight, women's hair is like ink, and white clothes are better than snow.

A pair of smart eyes looking at the distance, seems to be looking at something, and seems to be in trance.

Soon a woman in black with a harp came from the eaves to perform her lightness skills.

He stopped a few steps away from her, made a salute and said, "magic Qin Lianyi has seen the patriarch."

"What's the matter?" Ye Ning takes back his thoughts and his tone is cold.

"The ghost doctor has come to the imperial capital. His subordinates have checked with dieying, and he finally went to muwangfu. Since then, they have never come out again! " Pity and respect.

After listening to her words, ye Ning mumbled subconsciously, "you forget Sichuan."

Ghost Valley's Yin Yang Pavilion and staff villa are places where mirage has never been involved.

Therefore, her understanding of junwangchuan only lies in the hearsay. I can't figure out what he did when he came to the emperor!

After a moment's silence, she opened her mouth and said, "before we find out the purpose of his coming to the imperial capital, you and dieying will take turns to monitor muwangfu day and night. In addition, inform the people in Xinjing and liaowu to protect the safety of Song Yu at all costs. "

Lianyi's eyes flashed with doubts and asked, "master, are you worried that someone will do harm to the Marquis?"

Ye Ning Mou Guang a Leng, warning way: "the rule of phantom trail is what, should not need this patriarch to remind you again!"

Pity according to listen to this, legs tremble, straight kneel on the ground.

"Damn it, my subordinates!"

"That's good, and I know I should die. I think you are a first offender. I'll forgive you today. However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be avoided. When you're done with your affairs, you'll take the blame yourself. " Her voice is very nice, but what she says is very frightening.

Whipping is a relatively light punishment in the phantom trail of torture. Lian Yi, kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief and said at the same time: "thank you for not killing me."

"Go down." Ye Ning didn't plan to talk to her more. A wave of her hand beckoned her to withdraw.

After Lianyi left, she looked at the distant sky, and her lips rose slightly, with three points of ridicule and seven points of irony.