Video Martial Arts: Top Ten Masters at the Beginning

Concubine Jin is ashamed and angry
"Your majesty, you know best whether the ministers and concubines are perfect, why bother to ask."

Chen Jialuo slandered for a while, my dead brother knew about it, but how could I know.

"Head up."

Concubine Jin raised her chin obediently, Chen Jialuo just glanced at it, and couldn't move her eyes anymore.

But seeing that her skin is slightly plump, her gills are condensed with fresh lychee, and her nose is condensed with goose fat, she is very amiable.

In particular, there were teardrops on her cheeks, just like pearls falling on a jade plate, so pitiful.

"It's no wonder Fu Long'an risked his beheading to kiss Fangze, she's really beautiful."

Chen Jialuo felt sour in his heart.

My dead brother is still not satisfied with beauties like Lin Xian'er and these beauties in the harem.

Every year, I still have to recruit girls for the draft, so why didn't I die of exhaustion on the bed?

But now it's all his own.

Thinking that the beautiful woman kneeling on the ground in front of him was also his own slave, he felt a little more at ease.

"Fulong'an, write down your crimes in detail, and if there is even half a lie, you will definitely be executed!"

When Fu Longan heard this, he was not surprised but delighted.

He kowtowed again and again, his forehead was bruised and purple.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Majesty."

Seeing his behavior, the Jin concubine Shaji Fucha couldn't help showing contempt.

In her impression, her cousin was an upright man who knelt down and knelt down to his parents. He had never been so humble before.

Taking advantage of the time, she took a furtive glance at Chen Jialuo, but unexpectedly, Chen Jialuo was also secretly looking at her.

The eyes of the two collided, Concubine Jin was startled, and hurriedly lowered her head.

"The emperor's eyes are so poisonous."

Concubine Jin grew up in a wealthy family, and she was the best at observing words and expressions. She saw a trace of fire in Chen Jialuo's eyes, as if her cousin looked at her with fire.

When Xiao Zhongzi got the pen and paper, Fu Longan knelt on the ground and wrote out the adulterous relationship between himself and his cousin, using five large sheets of paper.

After Chen Jialuo finished reading, his body reacted unexpectedly.

"You are so fucking talented, it would be a pity if you don't write pornographic books!"

This kid Fu Long'an is a sullen guy, he doesn't have any practical skills, at most he just flirts with his little hands.

But he is good at describing his own psychology, vividly portraying the mentality of a young man who misses, cannot desire, and is dissatisfied with desire.

If Chen Jialuo wasn't in Qianlong's position, he couldn't help giving Fu Long'an a thumbs up.

"It's very good, don't write it again in the future."

Chen Jialuo finally set the tone.

With this handle in hand, Chen Jialuo has the confidence to break off with Empress Fucha.

"Fulong'an, from today onwards, you will be an imperial guard and walk around the gate."

"Thank you Lord Ron!"

Fu Long'an did not expect that his head would not be lost, but he would get an official instead.

When he walked out of Ziyun Pavilion, his entire back was soaked.

Passing by Concubine Yu, he didn't even dare to look at her.

Leave quickly.

Before he had time to think about it, he had to go home quickly and report the matter to his father.

Inside the house, there is only the sound of tea leaves being stretched in warm water.

Chen Jialuo got up and went outside the pavilion, stretched out his hand and poked Concubine Yu's body twice, Concubine Yu's acupoints just opened, she immediately threw herself on the ground.

"Come in with me."

Concubine Yu didn't dare to raise her head, she just lay down on the ground like a dog, using both hands and feet, she climbed into Ziyun Pavilion.

After closing the door, there were only three people in the room.

Little Zhongzi was driven away long ago. The eunuch's sensitivity to such matters is higher than that of Chen Jialuo.

The more you know, the faster you die.

"Tell me, how should I punish you?"

Hearing the man's words, Concubine Jin and Concubine Yu trembled all over. Not only were they afraid of death, but they were also afraid of implicating their natal family.

Even if Qianlong didn't kill them and sent them back, it would be a dead end.

"The courtiers and concubines don't know, let the emperor let him down."

Chen Jialuo rubbed his chin, but he didn't care about it.

If he was really Qianlong, he would definitely tell Empress Fucha about this matter without hesitation, and then communicate with Lafayette.

The affairs of the harem are naturally handled by the commander of the harem.

The problem is that he is a fake emperor, a fake.

In this deep palace compound, he urgently needs to cultivate his own power.

Otherwise, she would have to rely on Lin Xian'er for everything, which made Chen Jialuo, who is extremely macho, very unwilling.

In this world, the ass always decides the head.

When he was the chief rudder of the Red Flower Society, he would not consider these issues.

But now he has become the actual ruler of the Qing Dynasty.

Not to mention, when Lin Xian'er proposed to eradicate the Red Flower Society, at a certain moment, his heart really beat hard.

This is the emperor, the Ninth Five-Year Lord!
Don't care if it's true or not, power doesn't lie.

Chen Jialuo took a deep breath and turned his attention to the two women.

"Concubine Jin, come to me."

Concubine Jin didn't know why, so she crawled over obediently.

He stopped a foot away from Chen Jialuo.

Here, with her head down, she could see the yellow satin soap boots on Chen Jialuo's feet.

"Do you like Fulongan?"

Concubine Jin didn't know how to answer, tears welled up again.

Chen Jialuo's tone was blunt: "Don't cry, I'm so annoying."

Concubine Jin immediately stopped speaking.

"Okay, don't cry, look up, kneeling like this all the time, your knees can't stand it."

Chen Jialuo decided to train these two women to be his own.

Although these two were Qianlong's concubines, they looked like they were innocent and hadn't been defiled by their dead brother.

This kind of blank sheet of paper is most suitable for transforming into one of your own.

More importantly, they have the handle in their own hands.

Chen Jialuo liked these two more than dogs without a leash.

"Your Majesty, the concubine deserves to die. Please let the concubine go away decently for the sake of past affection."

A sprig of pear blossoms brings rain in spring, and Chen Jialuo's heart beats.

After getting used to Lin Xian'er's icy muscles and bones, Chen Jialuo was also a little bored.

Although the concubine Jin's appearance is not as stunning as Lin Xian'er, she has a special flavor.

Especially at this moment, Chen Jialuo saw the shadow of Huo Qingtong when he had the will to die.

Cuiyu yellow shirt, full of heroic spirit.

"Concubine Jin, I remember you are the queen's niece, right?"

"Back to the emperor, she is the cousin's grandniece."

"I said, why does it look so familiar, come, come to my side."

Concubine Jin didn't dare to disobey, she walked on Chen Jialuo's thigh before stopping.

Chen Jialuo sighed, it would be great if Huo Qingtong could be so obedient.

He doesn't like women who are too strong.

Lin Xian'er was speeding towards that road.

He looked down at Concubine Jin who was still kneeling on the ground, raised her chin with frivolous fingers.

The skin of the tentacles is warm and moist, as if touching a piece of nephrite jade, which makes him unable to put it down.

"How old is this year?"

"eighteen."

Chen Jialuo was slightly taken aback, at this age, she was younger than herself, no wonder she was so young.

"Yeah, just died like this, won't you blame me?"

Concubine Jin lowered her eyebrows, her face was pinched by the man, and she couldn't move.

Hearing these words, Concubine Jin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears welled up silently.

Nonsense, who wants to die, she doesn't want to die, she hasn't tasted the taste of a man, hasn't had enough of the Han people's banquet, hasn't had enough of the fragrant jasmine wine, and even the bowl of Longjing tea on the table , she also wants to take a sip.

The Jin concubine of the Fucha family of Shaji is a foodie.

"Back to the emperor, the concubine will take the blame on himself, and will not resent the emperor."

Chen Jialuo picked him up and sat on his lap.

The hips and legs intersected, and both of them trembled.

Concubine Yu who was lying on the ground was a little dumbfounded.

What kind of plot is this?

Didn't you agree to leave a whole body, why did you still hug it?

Concubine Jin, who was sitting in the man's arms, was also frightened, but she gave this man a cuckold.

Even in ordinary families, men can't stand it.

Not to mention the most powerful emperor in the world.

"Why is the concubine Jin trembling? Is the clothes on her body thin?"

Before Chen Jialuo finished speaking, he began to check the clothes on Concubine Jin's body.

Concubine Jin was like a quail caught in a hunter's trap, with her head deeply buried in her chest, her whole body trembling like chaff.

"Back to the emperor, the concubine is not cold."

Suddenly, Concubine Jin's waist twisted, as if she had been electrified.

Chen Jialuo pulled out his finger dumbfounded, and asked in surprise, "You?"

Concubine Jin's pretty face was so red that she was about to bleed.

She gasped softly, ashamed.

Chen Jialuo glanced at Concubine Yu who was still kneeling on the ground, and said:
"Today's matter, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped. The two of you should write it down first."

After speaking, he wiped his palms on Concubine Jin's skirt and left Ziyun Pavilion.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Lianchengjue world.

After the Blood Knife Patriarch killed Ling Tuisi, he and Shui Sheng fled back to the inn overnight.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, the ancestor of Xuedao broke free from the entanglement of Shui Sheng's jade arms and powder legs, and got dressed.

"Why are you up so early?"

"I plan to sneak into Wan's family, see if there is a chance, and fuck the fuck!"

"I'll accompany you."

"No, there are too many people. If there is a mess and it's not convenient to run away with you, you can recharge your batteries in the inn. When I'm done, I'll come back and clean you up."

The ancestor of the blood knife squeezed it easily, causing a meal of coquettish anger.

When he came to the street, the blood knife ancestor bought a bamboo hat and pretended to be a fisherman.

His bald head is too eye-catching.

Walking to the gate of Wan's house, Patriarch Xuedao looked at the plaque on the gate and his heart throbbed.

Four years, four years, my Blood Knife Patriarch is back.

At this time, the hatred erupted from another soul in his body made the murderous ancestor of the blood knife startled.

But thinking about what the Wan family and his son did to Di Yun, the blood knife patriarch felt relieved.

Although Di Yun's memory was fused, too much time has passed, and many details of the player have been blurred by hatred.

He circled around the Wanjia mansion a few times, and finally stopped at the abandoned garden.

The abandoned garden is just outside the back garden wall of Wanjia, separated by two streets.

This is also the place where Ding Dian died, and the ancestor of Xuedao waited in the abandoned garden until dark.

At midnight, soldiers patrolled the streets constantly.

The prefect Ling Tuisi was killed, and the atmosphere in the city became tense. Originally, there were only two teams of soldiers patrolling at night, but now there were four teams.

The cold wind howled on the street, and there was no bustling daytime at all.

The blood knife patriarch opened his eyes and looked at the moon in the sky.

Time to kill.