Chapter 9： Billy’s temper

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The ninth chapter is more violent than the thunder

"Wang Ye is in the back garden, please, please." Zhou Guanjia, who had spent a year in front of the flower, turned their faces into the face. Yao Mozhen walked in the end, and he heard the heavy sigh of Zhou Guanjia.

The architecture of the Su Wang’s palace is unique, pavilions and pavilions, and the pools are surrounded by cypresses and cypresses. There are also rockery and rock formations, flower beds and bonsai, and vines and bamboos.

Yao Mozhen followed the rushing winds and dusty women around the verandah and went straight to the back garden. This is not the first time she came to the Prince’s House. At that time, she was defeated by the Five Dragons. She was able to successfully climb the base for the night game. I don’t know how many times the threshold of the Prince’s House was passed. At that time, she should be stupid. She has a pair of bright eyes, but she can’t see the heart of the night.

"Good fragrance! Look, it is the sorcerer--" The women's ecstasy, interrupted Yao Mozhen's thoughts, standing at the end of the veranda, Yao Mozhen only feels fragrant, and all eyes are full of flowers, In the middle of the garden, a four-corner wide pavilion rises up. The white marble column supports the main body of the wide pavilion. The section of the gauze from the veranda to the broad pavilion is paved with white jade bricks. The carved orchids are vivid.

In the pavilion, before the stone case, the long figure of the smear was independent, the white clothes won the snow, the ink was light, the long eyebrows flew into the shackles, the eyes were like stars, the tall noses were under the nose, but the lips were too pale. . The night is not the first beautiful man in the Chu, the kind of beauty is self-evident, the body is scattered with the temperament, as if the gods who came from the ancient paintings, mistakenly entered this floating world, **** red dust.

"The peony brought the sisters to see the Prince." The soft voice sounded sweet, and the women stopped at the front of the pavilion, each pinching out the best body and leaning over the ceremony.

"You listen, except for the pavilion, wherever you go, you are scattered! Warn you, dare to approach the pavilion, be careful of your head!" The thick voice suddenly sounded. At this moment, Yao Mozhen noticed that the night was clear. The man on the side, she recognized, is the pioneer of the night, the most dependent on the night.

"Sue Prince..." One of the women was unwilling to scream, the cold flashed, the next second, the woman's feet, the bright dagger into the ground three points.

"Ah--" When the woman screamed, the others were scattered as birds and beasts.

Yao Mozhen is in the same place, the lips are twitching, and sure enough, as the name suggests, this is more violent than Ray.

"You come over." Qingyue’s voice was like a rain and celadon. When Yao Mozhen turned around, he heard a scream, and when he turned back, the night Jun Qing was looking up at himself, and the jade-like scorpion looked forward to the wind. The man of Zhu Xian, she is upset.

When she walked into the pavilion, Yao Mozhen suddenly felt a very unfriendly look at herself, but she smiled and leaned over.

"I don't know what the prince called to meditation?" Yao Moqian was not humble, and whispered.

"Investigate ink." Night Junqing used a pen to smash the stage, and carefully depicted the picture on the case, and almost never looked up at her. Yao Mozhen got up and walked up to the stone case, single-handedly sleeved, and the other hand held the ink ingot, and placed the polished surface on the inkwell, grinding it in one direction.

At this time, Yao Mozhen slightly looked at the side, only to see the ink and wash, it is a portrait of himself. On the scroll, he is very clever, and he looks forward to it, with a Sweatshirt and a pleated skirt. She remembered very clearly that this dress was the dress that she had when he was saved by that night. The heart seems to be blocked by cotton wool, and it has been so painful. It has been so many years, he is still so persistent.

"Wang Ye! You still paint what she does! If it weren't for her, you wouldn't fall to this point!" Ben Lei blinked and hated. At about the same time, the night Junqing suddenly climbed, and the profit was as sharp as an eagle. When he was on Rayden, he licked his throat.

"Wang Ye, I will not say what I want to say, the Queen is dead, why should you still be affected by this! The emperor is to ruin your reputation, and then save it soon! As long as you say a word, it is not impossible to change the dynasty." Although the temper of the thunder is violent, but the mind is delicate, otherwise it will not be relied on by the night Junqing.

"She spent the rest of her life for him... The king didn't want her to be disappointed..." The sound of softness and not yin sounded, but it seemed to knock on Yao Mo's heart like a bell.