Chapter 401： Is there such a thing?

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Is there something like this in Chapter 401?

So Huang Junjun had to stay in Jeju to recover from the injury, during which he also paid a special visit to Yao Mozhen.

"The posture of Huangfu adults walking is very special." If it wasn't for Emperor Junxiu's appearance in front of him, Yao Mozhen almost forgot that Jeju had such a character.

"After Jun Hugh dare to ask Chu, on the same day, you promised Junxiu. If you don't pick up the inn, you will give Junxiu a meal. What is the result?" Huangfu Jun Hugh, if not, pick up in time. He almost lost his life in Yao Mozhen’s hand.

"Is there such a thing?" Yao Mo slammed his voice and looked suspiciously at Ting Yue.

"That... back to the maiden, really..." Tingyue was a little embarrassed, coveted.

"This way, the palace has forgotten." Yao Mozhen said that the clouds are light and the face is not in the slightest sense. Since returning, Yao Mozhen seems to have forgotten a lot of things, and sometimes even can't even remember to eat. She really has no reason to blame the change of the night, and between the day and the night, she did not change from Yao Moxin, who loved the night game, to Yao Mo, who swears to smash the night. For the night Junqing loves the paragraph Tingting, she should look at it.

"Forgot? If you forget a sentence after Chu, you will forget it? Jun Shu is almost dead!" Huang Fujun was very angry, so he forgot to observe the words.

"Is the emperor's death dead?" Yao Mozhen was not happy, his voice was cold and cold.

"That didn't, but..." Huangfu Jun is not reconciled, there should always be a saying about this matter!

"Since it is not dead, the Emperor Huang said that these are what they want to do? Threat Mo Zhen? Or want to get some benefits here?" Yao Mo's voice is getting colder and colder.

"Not at all, that is... is it right after Chu that I should say sorry to Junxiu?" Huangfu Jun rested, so that he was hungry for three days and two nights, and he could survive, absolutely his own life.

"Oh... the original Emperor Huang is wanting to let Mo Zhen apologize to you..." Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows, and the Huacai blooms in the daytime.

"Yeah." Huang Junjun took a stupid nod.

"Well, Yin Xue, I am sorry to say goodbye to the Imperial Palace for the palace." Yao Mozhen was cold and open, and immediately got up, and wrapped around Huangfu Junxiu under the help of Tingyue and went out.

"After the Chu, you just left?" When Huang Junjun was in a hurry, Yin Xueyu appeared, and the two sides sealed the acupuncture point of Huangfu Junxiu. The next thing, you can imagine...

In the back garden, Yao Mozhen was sitting bored in the pavilion, facing the autumn wind, and the body was a little cold. When Tingyue saw Yao Mozhen's body, he couldn't help but tremble. When he wanted to open his room and persuaded him to return to the house, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the arch.

"Wang Ye, the flowers here are special, Tingting has never seen it since Nanqiang, so good!" Duan Tingting hits a light green Huashang, walking like a butterfly, and the light wind raises her hair. It is slipping on the cheeks of Junqing overnight, and the feeling of tingling is entangled.

"If you like it, the king will go to the thunder and pick it up and send it to your room." Night Jun Qing raised his hand and stroked the hair of Tingting. The eyebrows were curved and full of affection.

"Tingting thanked Wang Ye!" The smile of the rising lips seemed to be more brilliant than the sun. Even Yao Mozhen, who was far away from the pavilion, was moved, not to mention the night monk who was in the 'winged locust'. Clear.

At this moment, the night Junqing, as if in the curse of the deep affection of the paragraph Tingting, thin lips stroked a touch of curvature, slightly rough fingertips can not help but pick up a section of Tingting some of the messy long hair, lips, slowly moved over .

The ripples in the air gradually thickened, and the golden sun-like sunlight fell on the two shadows of the flowers, and the next thing could be guessed even by fools. So Tingyue couldn't help it, but when he was about to rush, he was stopped by Yao Mozhen.

"Wu Ben Gong returned to the house..." Yao Mo's voice was very difficult. It was so difficult for her to spit a word. It seemed to have a knife in the throat. She couldn't add to her pain.

"Anniling!" Tingyue couldn't bear it, and the tears came from the bottom of his eyes.

"Look at you, I don't know how much you like night Junqing!" Yao Mozhen wiped the tears of Tingyue's eyes, and the smile was still light and light. Yes, she should smile, otherwise she will be treated as a blame.

Just as Tingyue wanted to open again, the garden was full of fun, and Qinger screamed, and suddenly the night in the middle of the night was clear.

"Night Junqing! Have you ever put my words in your heart? It’s been three days, when are you going to send me back!" Qinger ignored the gaze of Duan Tingting’s killing whip and went straight to the night. Jun Qing.

"Cough cough... This thing has been trying to find a way." Night Junqing coughed twice, and Yu Guang subconsciously aimed at the side of the section of Tingting, the eyes are apologetic.

"Looking for a solution? You are a idiot when you are a young girl! You have been good, and you have a beautiful woman. Before the flowers, you will stay alone in the room. You will listen to the night, if you don’t let the children get Repaying the wishes, Qinger will not let you get what you want!" Qinger hate to look at the night Junqing, the scorpion swept over Tingting, this turned and left.

Seeing the figure of Qing Er disappeared in the arch, the night Jun Qing could not help but lick his forehead, what happened to him, he would like to go to the pro-Tingting, this is not his intention, the night Junqing tangled.

"Who is that woman?" Duan Tingting knows why, when she first entered the pavilion, she gave the money to the next person, and the details of all the people in the pavilion were clear.

"Speaking long, Junqing will explain to you later. Just... sorry..." The night Jun cleared his throat and looked like a twilight.

"Wang Ye is heavy, Tingting is willing, in fact... We can continue..." The rare night Junqing has a feeling for himself, Duan Tingting naturally can not let go of this opportunity, so step forward, Yuzhi lightly pulls the night Jun The clear hand, around the waist, the lip of the radiant lips is crystal clear and pours.

"Cough cough... The king suddenly thought about making a cross, you can do it yourself." Night Jun clearly opened the paragraph Tingting, and immediately turned away. Seeing that Junqing is far away, Duan Tingting is very cold and cold. Now it is a long-term stage of 'Birds and locusts'. Night Junqing is just a moment of confusion. If she waits for the 'Winged Locust' to age, she will never The opportunity to get the heart of this man, what should I do? Duan Tingting's pupils became darker and darker.

"It is the lord of the lord called Qinger." Inside the gazebo, Yannan is like a fiery phoenix, shining with radiance, and the face of the male and female is difficult to distinguish, but it can't afford Yao Mo's interest. On one side, Tingyue’s face worshipped Yannan, but it was Yao Mozhen, and his face was as quiet as Pinghu.

"So?" Yao Mozhen started to look at Yan Nan.

"So... so the night Junqing kid did not do anything wrong!" Yan Nanzhen thought that Yao Mozhen would be grateful to him.

"A good pair of cockroaches, it is hard to be broken up by the lord, rumored." Yao Mozhen shook his head, and immediately turned away with a sorrowful look.

Yan Nanying’s eyes are wide and unbelievable to Tingyue.

"Do you have a master in your family? You are ill and cured!" Yan Nan is worried.

"It's not the night of the white-eyed wolf. The lord is also good at talking about the prince, and he must be kind, Wang Ye, he..." Tingyue was arrogant for Yao Mozhen, but was called back by Yao Mozhen. In the pavilion, Yan Nanzhen felt that things were serious. Maybe he should really talk to the night Junqing.