Chapter 245： Killed the wife

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Chapter 245 slaughtered the wife

"More and more, I can't go again and again. In any case, the king decided to slaughter the wife tonight!" As long as Yao Suzhen is still alive and happy, the night is not comfortable.

"Wang Ye hates Yao Suzhen, Mo Zhen is not what he is. Mo Zhen has let her live to the present, except that she has the testimony in her hand, and more importantly, he is not going to tell the death of the eldest sister. If Yao Suzhen is dead, there is no evidence of death! Wang Ye believes that one day, Mo Zhen will let the big sisters confess their sins in front of the eldest's mausoleum, and then die for themselves!" The deep cockroaches rolling the cold chill, Yao Mo Zhen word by word, as if with a thorn to provoke the blood of the night of the heart.

"In the end is the unhappy sister, this king did not see the wrong person!" Night Jun is hard to swallow tears into his stomach, nodded.

"Wang Ye said that it is a practice that recognizes Mo Zhen?" Yao Mozhen put away the coldness in his eyes and looked suspiciously to the night.

"Nature, you are more thoughtful than the king wants, good, not sad, the person who harms her is not so **** so easy!" The night Jun Qing relieved, temporarily put down the murder of Yao Suzhen.

"That's good, the prince is going to eat faster, and after dinner, help Mo Zhen to do things." From this moment, Yao Mozhen knows that he can unscrupulously let the night prince clear anything.

"Don't eat, it's important to do things, what's the matter?" Night Junqing got up and looked at Yao Mozhen with passion.

"Mo Yu's words are comparable to chicken blood." Seeing the night Junqing, Yao Mo can't help feeling. The night is clear, the original petrochemical.

At noon, Yuhong’s thought of Guan Yugong’s Yao Mozhen, but did not want to go to the Royal Garden, suddenly heard a quarrel from afar.

"What happened?" Night Hung was gloomy and asked sharply.

"The old slaves will send people to see!" Anshanshan turned and turned, and wanted to tell the little **** behind him to run, but was stopped by the night.

"But it, you go in person." After the medicinal herbs of Anshanshan were verified by the dust, the night game was more and more convinced that the drug was taken on time every day, so that on the two days, he only thought of Yao Mozhen, the body was immediately There is a reaction, but this reaction only lasts for half a sip of tea and disappears without a trace. In this case, he should not go to Guan Gong.

The situation of Anshanshan is not much better than the night game. Although he has no feelings about men and women, since he took the medicinal herbs, Anshanshan felt his limbs weak and his head faint. Sometimes there are two masters in front of him.

Before the dry well, the list of night monarchs smashed the collar of the little eunuch, clearing the condensation, such as frosting.

"Do you dare to stop the king?" The night Jun Qing angered and roared, and suddenly pushed the small **** into the middle of the talk, striding toward the dry well.

"Wang Ye can't, there is nothing here, Wang Ye, what are you doing!" The little **** frightened and hugged the feet of the night Jun Qing, bitterly screaming.

"Where is this king going to take care of you! Let it go!" Night Jun Qing kicked the little eunuch, and when he wanted to start, he heard a cold and cold sound coming from behind.

"What are you doing here?" The night Jun Qing heard the sound and turned, seeing the night game, and bowing his hand to the ceremony.

"The younger brother saw the emperor." Seeing the night of the game, the little **** who had just been kicked to the ground fiercely scared a cold sweat. At this moment, regardless of the pain, he was on one side, shaking like a sieve.

"Well, Junqing, what are you doing here?" Night Hongyi squinted at the little **** and turned to look at the night Junqing.

"Back to the emperor, the younger brother just saw what was thrown in this squatting well. For a moment, he was curious to see it. I didn't expect this slave to live and die. The younger brother had different feelings. This was to argue with him and didn't want to disturb the holy. Drive, please also the emperor for forgiveness." Night Jun Qing officially opened.

"Oh? What did you throw into the inside?" The night of the game turned to look at the little eunuch, but saw the little **** buried his head between his legs, his body shaking like leaves. See the little **** not speaking, and Anshanshan is on the way.

"Damn slaves, the emperor asks you!" Anshanshan deliberately approached the little eunuch, which shows that it is not someone else who is lying on the ground, it is his own confidant Xiaodunzi.

"Return to the emperor. The slaves did not throw anything." Xiaodunzi spoke, his eyes pleading to look at Anshanshan, and Anshanshan realized the seriousness of the matter. He tickles last night and tortured a palace lady. It was handed over to this little man to deal with it. Now I want to come. This little man must be far away, and simply throw the palace lady into the well.

"Nonsense! Can the king see it, can there be a fake?" When the night Jun Qing Deng went forward, it was a foot toward Xiao Dunzi's chest.

"Jun Qing, why is it so violent, let people go to the underground, if there is anything that can't be seen, he will die." Night Hung feels apathetic, and even standing is a little laborious.

"The emperor, this matter is handed over to the old slave, do you still go back to rest?" Anshanshan guilty to the front of the night, the self-recommended.

"Alright." When the night of the game was about to turn around, he suddenly smelled a familiar taste, and turned around now, his eyes sharp. How closed the alchemy room is, it is impossible to have a taste, and even if it is transmitted, it will not be so far. Although the night game is wilting, but the brain is very easy to use, this taste is clearly the taste of the medicinal herbs he takes daily.

"The emperor?" Anshanshan is not clear, and suspiciously looks at the master.

"Jun Qing, you don't care about these little things, and hand them over to the minions. You suddenly think that there are important points that have not been approved. You can help the scorpions on the dragon case to get to Guan Gong Palace. This body." The night game is weak and weak.

"But. Well, the younger brother will go." The night of the game was difficult to look at the dry well before he turned and left.

Just in the next second of the night Junqing left, the night of the game was stunned, and turned to the guard to go down the investigation.

"The emperor, the old slave sent you back to the Dragon Palace?" Anshanshan used to smell this flavor, and now I didn't notice anything, just thinking about moving away the night game, but welcoming the night of the night The snoring of the time.

Anshanshan’s own thoughts on the emperor’s own affairs are somewhat known. The transfer of the night Junqing may be to leave some face for himself. On the occasion of the Anshanshan, he saw the guards picking up a dead body from the well.

"Responding to the emperor, there are at least thirty such bodies in the well." The guardian said that the night game was cold and frosty.

"All of them come up!" The night of the game was angrily low, and the gloomy cockroaches stared at the body of the palace lady.

"This. What is going on?" At the moment of seeing the woman's body, Anshanshan felt that the blood was suddenly condensed, and the throat went down and went forward. The footsteps were messy, and the woman in front of her eyes clearly said that he was carrying the night. How did the game sneak out of the palace's test drug palace, how come here?

"Emperor." Anshanshan flustered to see the night game.

"Come on! Go to the National Teacher!" The night of the game was angrily low, and the dark eyes rolled with a faint chill. At this moment, the guards have already picked up thirty female bodies from the bottom of the well.

Looking at the body on the ground, Anshanshan's legs could not help but tremble, and the dust in his hands followed the mess in the wind. Those corpses are all face-lifting, with hollow eyes and thin skin, all of which are signs of poisoning.