Chapter 184： Woman is cheap stuff

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Chapter 184 Women are cheap things

"You have long known that the old man and Jing Wang are in the same breath, so you want to use this method to frame the old man?" In the few days in prison, after Yao Zhenting thought about it, he did not believe that the night child would be for a woman. And give up the emperor's great cause, if it is not the night, then it must be Yao Mozhen!

"My father is really worthy of Mo Zhen. Even if he has no intentions, he can't do it in such a short time. He has carved Yao characters on tens of thousands of weapons. In fact, his father still does not believe that this is the game of King Wang. Not surprising at all, because in the eyes of his father, a woman is simply a cheap thing, whether it is a wife or a daughter, in the eyes of her father, it is only a tool, or to empower, or to pass on the family. The King of the King is not the same, his feelings for Duanrou It can stand the test. Up to now, my father has fallen to this, can there be a bit of remorse? If the father is willing to pay a little attention to women, perhaps not to the point of the current bleak night." Yao Mozhen looked calm and his eyes were iced.

"You live in the mouth! You are just a kind of scorpion, what qualifications are there to teach the old man! Everyone has a death, the old man will die, and he will not regret it. It is all away! It is all about you." "Yao Zhenting is snarling in hysteria, pointing his finger at Yao Mozhen."

"The more fierce a father is, the more regretful his father's heart is. As for death, you can rest assured that Mo Zhen has asked the Emperor Shangrao's father to die, but from this moment on, his father will be here with the mouse for the rest of his life until Death!" Yao Mo's voice seemed to come from hell, and every word was a verdict on Yao Zhenting's life.

"The emperor actually does not kill me? Why? Why does the emperor not kill the old man!" Yao Zhenting was furious and looked at Yao Mozhen. His crime was a rebellion. Even if he was not killed, he would be beheaded. But now, the emperor is actually because of Yao Mo. Awkward words, and gave up the idea of ​​killing him, which made Yao Zhenting angry in his heart.

"Mo Zhen believes that his father really wants to die. Because he is dead, he is relieved. However, Mo Zhen believes that his father can never do suicide because you are too narcissistic. In this life, you care. Only you, based on this, how can the father be willing to do something to hurt himself." Yao Mozhen saw the man in front of him, the cold voice reveals full of embarrassment and ridicule.

"Yao Mozhen. You are not the daughter of the old man, you are the devil. You are a demon." Yao Zhenting squatted back into the straw, he wanted to use his death to prove that Yao Mozhen was wrong, but he really could not bear it. Close your eyes.

In the Huaqing Palace, Yao Suzhen refers to holding a jug. During the day and night, the game has come, warning him not to follow the footsteps of Yao Zhenting. As long as he finds that he has a little irregularity, even if the fish is broken, he will pay for himself.

"Night game, you fool! Yao Zhenting is just a scapegoat! Are you jealous! Yes, you are jealous, otherwise you will see Yao Mozhen! Fool is fooling! Haha! Good! Good. "Yao Suzhen desperately poured alcohol into his mouth, screaming in madness, laughing at it, slamming the table."

The wind blew, the smell of sandalwood scented, and the next second, Yao Suzhen only felt dry in the throat, and then could not breathe. The strong feeling of depression made Yao Suzhen awake.

"Jing Wang. Night Son! The **** night son, you actually dare to come to this palace! Your Yao family is broken, now you have a face standing in front of the palace, you mean and shameless villain! You are a timid waste like a rat!" Yao Suzhen slammed the night screaming through the wine, and the angry scorpion seemed to send out countless swords, and he spurred the handsome face of the night.

"Yao Suzhen, why didn't you go?" The night child looked cold and looked at Yao Suzhen. He lost 10,000 weapons. The target was Yao Zhenting and Yao Suzhen. What disappoints him is that Yao Suzhen did not appear in Zizhulin from beginning to end, and Yao Zhenting did not die as he wished. He was not willing, and he lost his life, but the murderer still lived innocently!

"That is because the life of this palace should not be absolutely! It should not be in your waste! For a woman, you don't even want the throne! The throne! The world is eager to dream, what you want to dream, you want Duan Yurou gave up! Night Son, there is no palace, you will not be an emperor in this life!" Yao Suzhen crazy anger, his eyes full of suffocation, her only back road, all her hopes, at this moment.

"If there is no softness to share with the king, even if it is an emperor! Yao Suzhen, your father and daughter killed the king and loved this life, the king will let you pay for your life!" The night scorpion scorpion reveals bloodthirsty The cold light, the next second, the palm of the hand has already squatted on Yao Suzhen's snow neck, the strength is big, it is hard to suspend Yao Suzhen.

"Hey. Night Son. Kill the palace, you will die as well." Yao Suzhen struggled with pain, his hands forced to open the hands of the night, but the suffocation of the top is getting stronger and stronger. She even smelled the breath of death.

At this moment, I only heard a bang, a sharp arrow rushed over the night, squatting on the wall in the ear of Yao Suzhen, seeing the sharp dagger in front of himself, Yao Suzhen fainted in the moment.

I noticed the words entangled on the dagger, and the night son immediately opened Yao Suzhen and reached out to pick up the words. When I saw the contents of the word, the nightmare of bloodthirsty cockroaches suddenly turned bright, and immediately jumped out of Huaqing Palace.

The purple bamboo forest in the middle of the night is quiet and silent. Occasionally, the sound of the sand is rustling, accompanied by the shaking of the bamboo leaves. A beautiful sound of the piano is as clear as a spring, and it sounds like a spring, and it fills the bamboo forest.

Under the moonlight, Duan Yurou sat in front of the white jade guqin, and the delicate and delicate jade fingers stroked the strings. The music was swaying, with her sadness at the moment, and the listener was heartbroken.

On that day, she was full of confidence. She believed that the nightmare would definitely appear. They had experienced too many unforgettable moments, too many lives and deaths, so as long as the night child knows that she is here, she will definitely come. Looking for her, but day after day, Duan Qirou's initial expectation and hope gradually receded, the rest is only sad and sigh, at this moment, Duan Shurou's heart, like this piano sound, screaming resentment.

"梓柔." The mellow voice shook the unpretentious trembling, and the night child stepped toward the small building step by step. Under the moonlight, the pair of eyes overflowed with tears.

The heart, suddenly shocked, Duan Furui hand caress the strings, the melodious piano screamed, but she did not dare to carry it, she was afraid that everything was just her auditory hallucinations, she was afraid of another disappointment.

Until I heard the familiar taste, the only part of the night is the taste of the night, the paragraph 梓 梓 猛 猛 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 梓 。 。 。 。

Relatively silent, only tears and thousands of lines, Duan Yanrou looked at the man standing in front of himself with tears, and the hand on the strings trembled.

"Hey, how long have you not played for me to play the phoenix for me? I want to listen to it." The night child squats slowly across the Duan, and the narrow and long sighs are full of warmth. The heart, but excited, seems to be breaking out. He is glad that God did not take away the softness. The feeling of being recovered makes the night child understand. In this world, the most precious thing in his world is not the high chair, but the front. The beauty, the only woman he loved in his life, Duan Yurou.

The sound of the piano is revived, and the incomparable joy is swaying through the forest. The moonlight is like a gauze. This situation makes people feel inexplicable.

At the end of the song, people are not scattered. Duan Yurou leaned in the arms of the night child, tears falling.

"Zi, thank you for appearing. Thank you." No matter what happens in the future, the appearance of the night son of this night makes Duan Yuru relieved. In her life, she did not choose the wrong person.

"Those killers are sent by Yao Zhenting and Yao Suzhen. They have already paid for them. They are gentle, don't leave me again, okay?" The night child squatted tightly, and seemed to smash her into himself. In my heart.