100 Ways to Get the Male God

The old **** bent down and respectfully entered the door. When he came in, he said, "Princess, His Royal Highness next door..."

He hesitated.

Yu Chu raised his eyebrows, buckled the book on the table, raised his throat and stared at him coldly: "What?"

The old **** was hesitant and seemed to be very jealous. He only replied: "The palace of His Highness of the Seventeenth seems to be haunted, and the people in the early morning palace ran away."

"Haunted?" Yu Chu laughed.

Although she did not believe it, the old **** was an old man in the cold palace. She was especially shunned by these ghosts and gods. He nodded and whispered: "The palace people are all gone, and no one is waiting for the Highness. I heard that someone saw a hanged ghost in the courtyard last night... The scene is scary. Everyone says it is a ghost... ”

Yu Chu thinks of the beautiful big eyes of the milk dumplings, and raises his eyebrows and asks: "Why is it necessary to find a small seventeen?"

"The princess, you don't know..." The old **** was close to some, and he whispered back to the voice. "When I was born under the seventeenth house of the first seven, I died at the time of the Liu Yan Niang. The emperor was because of this incident, he hated the seventeenth hall. Send him to this cold palace to die."

Liu Wei was the most favored nephew of the emperor at the time.

She gave birth to a child for the emperor, but she gave her life. In the ancient times when Huangfu was so important, the emperor angered his newborn son because of Liu’s death.

It can also be seen that the emperor’s true love for Liu Yan.

However, there are many Hougongzi, Jinghuai is the seventeenth...so no, no, no matter.

Otherwise, it is not really sent to the cold palace.

Yu Chu presses the book, if you think about it.

...

The night falls.

The child was huddled in the bed alone, leaning against the wall, holding a pair of soft eyes and beautiful eyes.

He looked at the front.

Under the snow white coat, the small hand gripped.

He was a child, facing the night alone - especially last night, there was a ghost here. Today, even a palace is gone. He is a little deep, staring at the red candle.

The shadow of the flame floated on the wall.

The small milk corps clasped his knees, his cheeks gently resting on his lap, a little sleepy, but he could not sleep.

He didn't eat anything today, but he was cold and hungry at the moment, but he slammed his long eyelashes.

Today he heard that people from other palaces outside the door talked about it and said that it was a ghost.

Xiao Jinghuai feels a little confused.

He has never seen his mother, but he has also heard that it is the mother who insists on giving birth to a child. If it is really a haunt, is it really the mother who is looking for revenge?

Despite his young age, the small milk group thought of it, still disdainfully licking the tender lips.

Some people want to kill him, but also to make this reason.

Mothers have to give birth to their children, how can they repent and take revenge? And really looking for his revenge, I found it in the early years, why wait for so many years...

He thought vaguely in his heart, the stomach was very uncomfortable, but the little hand quietly touched the pillow. Under the chilly pillow, it was a cold dagger.

He could not leave the palace, no matter who wanted to kill him, he had to wait here. But you can't be unprepared, he will try to live.

The young boy blinked and his mood was gloomy. In fact, he does not know what to do alive - this life is at the end of the end, there is no joy, nothing to move, it does not matter if you really want to die.

He stared at the night.