Chapter 251： Return the fish to the king

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Chapter 251 returns the fish to the king

"In any case, this king will never marry Shuo Rong as a wife, even if it is ... even death!" Night Jun Qing indifferently opened, the bottom of the eye was covered with a layer of frost. It was only after the night Jun Qing closed his mouth, he listened to Yao Mo's fiercely put down the teapot, and looked angry at the night.

"Wang Ye said that it is easy. There is an old saying that death is more important than Taishan. It is lighter than Hong Mao. If Wang Ye lost his life because of his refusal to marry, he said that Mo Yan, even the big sister under Jiuquan would look down on Wang Ye!" Yao Mozhen How can he say that he can easily die?

"but......"

"Nothing, when the prince thought that the testimony on the page was that the big sister would be willing to stay and restrain the prince, so the prince would rather give up the military power in the hand, and only ask for the peace of the big sister's death. But now, the prince is very clear, the testimony on the page is Yao Suzhen forced The big sister signed it, it is not the big sister's original intention! In this way, Wang Yeda does not have to be afraid of the first timid. Now it is the emperor's unjustness to the prince, and it is no wonder that the prince is not right!" Today, Yao Mozhen is already a night prince. Clearing up just a bright road, only waiting for the night to clear the heart and resent, she will do her best to help the night to recapture everything that should belong to him.

"I don't care about the night game, I will make the current Dachu Jiangshan for the night game, so regardless of whether there is a testimony on the page, the king will not easily win the throne of the night game. In the future, you Needless to say." The night is clear and sad, and the eyes are dull.

Silently, Yao Mozhen suddenly got up and stepped forward to lift the tea cup in front of the night Junqing. The jade wrist was light and the tea splashed.

"What are you doing!" For the lyrical night Junqing, Yao Mozhen's action is a big sight.

"Is this tea poured out?" Yao Mozhen looked at the night Junqing.

"That's not it, but..." The night Jun whispered a little, still feeling that Yao Mozhen's move was excessive.

"Wang Ye has a good time, it is better to go back and prepare to prepare. If you see it, you will be the door-to-door son-in-law of Daxia. This kind of good thing can not be met, but the prince still brings more silver, the place. There is one word left in the poor!" Yao Mozhen put the teacup on the table and turned to the inner room.

"What word?" asked the night priest.

"Poor!" Yao Mozhen said with a biting voice, and immediately smashed the door of the inner room. Only left the black line of the night Junqing.

After a few days of sleeplessness, tossing and turning, until the Shuo Princess of Daxia State stayed in the Lama Temple, the night Junqing still did not expect to get rid of this and the pro-family, especially the night of the game, and let the night Junqing completely At the end, I had to pull down the shelf to ask Yao Mozhen.

"Cough..... Now that the Shuo Rong princess has come in, what do you think the king should do?" Although the taste of asking for a person is not good, it is not good to be 'married' to such a backcountry. Where to go, especially the night Junqing has no plans to marry his wife from beginning to end. In this world, he will not be tempted by any woman, and the night is clear.

"Does this matter have anything to do with Mo Zhen?" Yao Mozhen has been talking for a few days and has not been sloppy, and his tone is not too bad. At this moment, Yao Mozhen is holding the steamed fish on the table, and the chopsticks knocked on the porcelain bowl.

"Of course, there is a relationship. If the king is not there, who will give you a dish!" Night Jun Qing said something, and now the piece of fish was placed in the bowl of Yao Mozhen, a look of diligence, a look of piety, a look look forward to.

"Some people have a good feeling of picking vegetables, but this thing, Mo Zhen really does not know what to do, Wang Ye still do it himself!" Yao Mozhen did not expect a better idea to send a glory, but no Thinking of it does not mean that she will let anyone take away the night.

"Return the fish to the king!" The night Jun heard the sound, his face suddenly changed, and he wanted to clip the fish back, but it was a step late.

"Why should the prince... aunt--" before Yao Mozhen finished speaking, he felt a thick scent of powdery powder coming over, and Yao Mo licked his nose and made a sneeze.

"The goddess forgives sins, the slaves think about reporting the goddess, but the Shuo Rong princess is going to break in." Ting Yue first ran to Yao Mo's side and whispered.

"Nothing." Yao Mozhen condensed the savvy of the eyes, replaced by a naive expression, one side, the night of the Qing dynasty suddenly cool, turned around, and suddenly saw a woman Yuting into.

With a thick scent of powder, Yao Mozhen clearly saw a golden woman standing at the gate of the Guanyin Palace. She saw the Huashang wrap of the thin silk **** in front of her, and the cover of the red gold scales shawl and waist. Tied with a green stone tie, the middle of the bloodstone red dazzling, under a long trailing skirt, each skirt is embossed with hundreds of full and round pearls, the entire length of the skirt down, there are A thousand grains.

At this point, the woman is walking in with a low eyebrow and avoiding the sun. Yao Mozhen only sees the woman’s face. People say that the makeup is always appropriate, but the woman in front is obviously a heavy makeup. Like ink, lip red as blood, especially the face, even if so close, she still thinks that she is seeing monkey ass! This person is the most favorite princess of the great summer kingdom - Xia Furong.

"You said that the big summer country is very poor?" Night Jun cleared his eyes to Yao Mozhen, and his tone was unclear.

"She shouldn't wear all the things in the big summer treasury on her own body..." Yao Mo can't help but shook his head and shouted.

"Furong first entered the big Chu, has not seen the Prince, but now rushed in front of the king, but also please the Lord." The gentle voice gently twirled, partial life to hear infinite chill in the ears of the night.

"Cough....... It turned out to be Princess Xiaguo, Junqing was rude." Even if you don't want to face it, others can stand under their own eyes, and Jun Junqing can't pretend to turn a blind eye.

"Which prince is rude, is Furong not invited, Wang Ye should not mind?" Xia Furong dragged a dozen pounds of Hua Chang again.

"Jun Qing 岂 will mind, aunt... Princess thinks more." Night Jun clears his nose, but he is helpless. According to the identity of Xia Furong, the night Junqing really needs to be treated with courtesy.

"Hibiscus is not a concern. It is really inappropriate for the trade to appear here. In any case, Furong should say hello to the prince in advance." Xia Furong endlessly bowed to the ceremony, the smell of the fragrance was a stock. The blow to Yao Mozhen, the harm of Yao Mozhen sneezes constantly, and finally got the empty mouth.

"Auntie! Trouble you away from me, so stunned!" Yao Mo licked his nose and looked at Xia Furong with disgust.

"Bold, what are you, actually dare to talk to the Shuo Rong Princess!" Waiting for Xia Furong to open his mouth, the evil slave behind him has already pointed at Yao Mo's nose and screamed.

"Forgiveness and bluntness, the princess's attendant dared to insult my queen's queen, so there is really no education." The sound of the night Junqing is cold and waveless, but Junyan has the color of anger.

'啪—'When the night Jun Qing language was closed, Xia Furong suddenly turned around, and a slap in the face fanned out. I saw that the waiter who had just been arrogantly slammed down like an eggplant like a frost, but the blood was pouring out from the lips. I dare not raise my hand to wipe it.

Yao Mozhen took all of this to his eyes and made a sneer in his heart. He thought that the children of the poor countries had long been home, and they did not expect to be a corrupt master. However, fortunately, it is a paper tiger, which is better than a sheep in a wolf skin.

"You are so fierce..." Yao Mozhen looked at Xia Furong, and his eyes sparkled with radiance. Xia Furong heard the sound, and put away the sly state of the moment, turned his face shyly, and looked at the night Junqing.