Chapter 743： Conspiracy (3) (2/2)
The monsoon smoked in the heart of the sneer, but the face was not obvious. ”That would really be a thank you for your love.”
”The general was polite, and the general regained a large territory for my holy dragon empire. His Majesty is a good compliment to the general.”
The monsoon smoke smiled and didn't say anything.
The palace people made the monsoon smoke in the back garden. In the pavilion in the garden, a table of wine was set up, and several palace ladies stood outside the gazebo to welcome the arrival of the monsoon smoke.
”The general of the season, please come again later, and you will come later.” The palace man smiled and opened his mouth, and personally filled the wine for the monsoon smoke.
”The general will have a drink first, warm up.”
The monsoon smoke took the wine glass and looked at the mellow wine. The corner of the mouth slightly smirked a smile. She glanced at the palace and glanced at it, then poured her head into the throat.
”The generals will do it a little, and I will go and ask for you.” The palace man saw the monsoon smoke and drank the wine, and now he smiled and retreated.
In the garden, the breeze slowly passed, and the face of the monsoon was white and the face was stained with red.
She sat in the gazebo with one hand and her chin. The eyelids didn't know if it was a little tired by the breeze. Pu Pu Pu fanned and suddenly fell asleep.
When the monsoon smoked asleep on the wine table, the two maids who were outside the gazebo stepped forward and gently pushed the shoulders of the monsoon smoke. After a few calls, they did not see a slight reaction.
Immediately, the two immediately blew a whistle outside the gazebo!
Within the original empty garden, there was a team of fully armed guards!
The big princess in a Chinese costume appeared in front of the guard. She looked at the monsoon smoke fainting in the gazebo, and the corner of her mouth smirked with a sneer.
”What is the annihilator, but this is not the case. It is not the ability to get drunk in the beauty of the knees. Come, put the sinister monsoon smoke into the prison, listen to the squatting down!”