Chapter 397 (1/2)

Listening to her intermittently disorderly nonsense, Zong Zhenglin always looks calm. It is inferred from the secret report that it has been proved in the end.

The saying of ghosts and gods comes from the people. Among the royal families, there is always reverence for the worship of a sacrifice and blessing.

It was the first time he had seen a living example like her. Although it is absurd, many mysteries can only be explained in this way. Eyes gradually brought out of the sinister, stroking the thumb of the hand, action between the two points.

Such a shocking woman, it's good to end up earlier. The whole body is not for her.

In his previous life, Wan Jingwen could not read the fierce color in his eyes. Finally, he was scared to God by the cold feeling of the man in the palace. At this moment, I realized that today's life was only between his thoughts.

”The emperor.” Is still such a rebellious appellation, only called Zong Zhenglin, a pair of Phoenix eyes slightly closed.

”I'm very useful to you. I remember many important things. It's like Zhuge family. Yes, it's the father of Zhuge oak. He's not a Qingliu admonisher. He is a kind of secret chess that has been buried in the Wei Dynasty in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. ”

”And, and...” In a hurry, the brain is in a mess. Obviously, every event is clearly in my mind, but it is twisted in one place. The more panicked, the more stumbling.

The woman in the room is eager to show her life to Zong Zhenglin. Outside Mu Xiyao drooping eyes, shallow with clear. It's a pity.

Ben also wanted to pry the woman's mouth and blackmail her again. Now the woman is in a hurry to seek medical treatment and make her own way.

With Zong Zhenglin for a long time, Wan Jingwen has never found out the man's temperament. Women have the ability, with Zong Zhenglin's mind, will not completely kill.

But if everything is in the first place, especially since I am not a pure hearted and modest person For Zong Zhenglin, such a figure was no different from the heart of the female chicken sichen, which greatly hindered his ambition to become emperor.

Even though she admired Xiyao, she never offended his pride of being an emperor.

Wan Jingwen showed off her cards one by one. Listening to Zong Zhenglin's ears, she would not have killed her more.

”According to what you said, if you don't have you, you won't be able to achieve great success?”

The man stood in the back light, looking down on her. The bottom of the eye is contemptuous. It is such a familiar sight In the last life, when she asked for the truth from him, he also looked at her casually. Later she understood that at that glance, it was a silent mockery of her.

He could not be moved by his last dependence. Wan's heart panic, suddenly understand that the root of this, afraid is tied to the woman.

Yes, without her, he still has mu.

”Emperor, you don't want a concubine, but Mu's bitch has already told you the truth?” Suddenly raised eyes, the bottom of my heart to Mu Xiyao for a long time, has already suppressed her several desire madness. The woman, like a mountain that can't be turned around, is heavily blocked in her way and can't be shaken by half.

”I know that you don't want to see me. But she was so simple! From the moment I saw her in the prince's house, my concubines understood that the woman was not the four grade Chonghua who had lost her favor and lost her son in the previous life. Like her concubine, she was born again. The difference is that she is good-looking and you like it. ”

”But she was stupid all her life. A corner of peace, a lingering bed. The latter half of his life is a waste man. Surely he can't keep up with Shangchen. My concubine is very helpful to you. ”

Wan Jingwen is not content, but she exposes Mu Xiyao's identity in front of Zong Zhenglin and tries to describe her as a useless person.

Her mouth is ”the waste of the second half of her life”. Now she is slightly looking up at the moon which will be completely covered by the clouds. She simply raises her skirt and sits on the steps at random. Stretch your legs forward with your hands on your side. Behind her was the woman in the room, timidly asking for orders, and the man in charge of her life and death, but there was no movement for a long time.

After all, we have to do it once.

Mu Xiyao was not afraid, but rather curious about Zong Zhenglin.

Is playing fringed waist, behind the wooden door was slowly pushed open. In the dark night, the narrow light from the crack of the door slowly extended, soft and bright.