My Little Mom is the Richest

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! There is only one piece of clothing left dry and shriveled, wait, clothes? ! Are those clothes just now too? And that black smoke shouldn't be the ghost you saw before?

Suddenly Mingyue Jun seemed to start to realize something, but before she could fully understand it, she was surrounded by more than a dozen swords, and the sword-bearer was the pair of guards who came afterwards.

"Where is the evildoer?! How dare you hurt people in my palace?!" the chief guard shouted.

"Hurting people?! No! They weren't killed by me!" It can be said that a wave of unsettled waves recurred. Before reacting to the incident just now, and even had no time to be afraid, Mingyue-jun realized that he seemed to be trapped. In a terrible misunderstanding, he hurriedly retorted.

"Joke! What we saw with our own eyes, do you still want to deny?" At this point, the head of the guard paused and then suddenly asked: "Is there anyone else killed after hearing what you said?!"

"I!"

"You wait for me to find it!" Without waiting for Mingyue Jun to speak, the commander of the bodyguard had already given the order.

"No!" The two guards took their swords and walked away. After a while, he brought a few sets of the guard's clothing over and said, "Give it to the chief guard! We found eight pieces of clothing over there, all of which belonged to the guards in the palace, and there are eight pieces in total. "

"Yes! But the total number of ten pieces is right!" The chief guard checked the clothes one by one, and his sorrow was overwhelming. The other guards did the same, thinking that the woman in front of him was killed and worked together for many years. The murderer of a good brother, everyone could not hide their anger, and seemed to be able to kill him with a sword at any time.

"It's not me! It's really not me! I'm just an ordinary person, I don't know martial arts, and I haven't practiced any spells, and I have no ability to kill them! Please believe me!" Mingyue Jun repeatedly asked sincerely, "If I am true So powerful, how could you get caught in such a simple way? I really didn't kill these people, they really weren't!"

"Bring it back! When you know your majesty, we will deal with it again!" The chief guard ordered after thinking for a moment.

"No!" Several guards came, tied Mingyue Jun and took him away.

At noon, on a rare sunny day, the warm sun at the end of winter illuminates people and makes people feel comfortable and sleepy. If Mingyue-jun is not being tied to the torture rack and waiting for the real fire of the shamisen of the evil monster, at this moment, I will definitely do it for you. This rare sunny weather is so happy. But the world is unpredictable. Who would want to get a pair of cross-necked mandarin ducks that were still lingering last night, and now one is unconscious and unpredictable, and the other is about to burn into flames.

Here is the ancestral hall of the Qingxu imperial family, the largest temple in the Qingxu Kingdom-Fuxi Temple Xingtai. Around the execution platform, the guards were standing guard, expressionlessly guarding, many of them were familiar faces. It was they who were on the court that day, and under the eyes of the public, they proved that they had turned into a black mist, resentful spirit, and fascinating essence.

Under the execution platform, a group of noble officials stood solemnly, with one person standing upright in the front. The temples were slightly gray, and the gentle temperament was somewhat similar to Fengxueyang. With a bunch of short and stubborn moustaches on their lips, they just insisted. A hint of cunning was added to that peaceful atmosphere.