Ordered to Marry Thrice, The Mysterious Wangfei

It’s very happy to leave the age. Originally, this position should be the eleventh emperor’s, but the commander in the palace said that he was just dead. It’s not very auspicious to sit in the first place today, so let him sit here, he would have Very unhappy, but this time it was inexplicably happy.

This is the first time he is so close to Hua Yuman. He can even smell the fascinating scent of Man's body, so that his whole heart is crisp.

After the banquet began, the off-duration took the Hua Yuman love to eat to her side, very diligent.

Thirteen cold faces are not happy, although the separation is just a smooth hand, but he is not a self-death.

Also unhappy is Feng Mingmo, who glanced at the sorrowful glance and directly glanced at him with the eyes of the dead.

"There is something to be publicized today. The reincarnation of the princely incident that I said before has been delayed because of some things. I will continue from tomorrow. This time it should be the turn of the third, and the old man will start to supervise the country tomorrow. Two months."

When the voice of the emperor fell, everyone was boiling. Except for the separation, the other princes were excited. It was bizarre by the three emperors, and his face could not conceal his joy.

"This dinner party is very happy to eat!" The emperor said again, the emperor who did not drink much, this time also had two drinks, I don't know if I am happy or sad.

Hua Yuman just didn't like to look around from time to time, and the look looked uncomfortable, so she sat a little closer to the thirteen.

Thirteen also noticed, but this time the palace feast did not end, the small feathers did not eat enough, and could not leave without anger.

Slightly thinking about it, Thirteen simply put the small feathers on his own legs, circled her in her arms, and quietly clothed her for her.

The eyes of the people around him were so thieves that they couldn’t believe that the thirteen emperors dared to do so in the presence of the emperor.

"It's a bad war!" The fifteen kings snorted and lowered their heads.

Hua Yuman heard the sound and saw that it was the cold lotus heart. She blinked and thought that she didn’t hear it. She was still a little panicked, and her performance was more calm.

The more you don't get used to it, the more I get intimate with the sun, the emperor doesn't speak, you are the one who is at ease.

Feng Mingmo also looked at the fifteen kings with a look at the dead, and did not speak.

Thirteen is a skillful and elegant feeding of small feathers, no matter what others think.

The emperor looked at them and gave a light cough. He said: "Forgot to introduce it, sitting on the thirteen side is the Fengmian ink of the Feng nationality. Thirteen, the Chinese family is afraid of eating the dishes that are not used to today. In the style, the swearing man opens another table in the partial hall, and you take her to the partial hall to eat!"

The emperor gave an excuse to leave the thirteen and Hua Yuman, and also saved the public.

"Thank you father

! "Thirteen eyes blinked and went straight with the small feathers."

The crowd only saw a flash of light, and the two positions on the banquet were empty, so they did not witness the appearance of the sinister sorrow of the 13th holding Hua Yuman, and it was still awkward.

In the partial hall, Hua Yuman sat down for a while, and all kinds of dishes came up. The number did not say much, and the way was her favorite.

Hua Yuman sighed softly, this emperor is really hearted! Actually they are not angry and rebuke them.

"Little feathers, eat more!" Thirteen is quite calm, no matter how others think, how to see, he only needs small feathers comfortable.

"Yeah." Hua Yuman has also become accustomed to the thirteen gangs who do this, she does not have to pick, because the bowl is all she likes.

In the past, she just had the peace of mind to bear his favor. Now, she also looks at him for his leeks and smiles. "You eat too!"

Thirteen gentle smiles and nodded.

The two had a sweet meal, and after eating, they found that the banquet of the main hall had not been scattered. The two walked hand in hand in the Imperial Garden, which was very pleasant.

Suddenly, they heard a commotion, and it seemed that from the main hall, Hua Yuman gently pulled the sleeves of thirteen. "Would you like to go over?"

I watched it for a while, and I nodded. "Go and see!"

The two men walked over, but they were blocked out. The banned army general Narando said sorry to the thirteen emperors: "I'm sorry, the thirteenth hall, there is a murder case in the hall, and no one inside can leave. On the contrary, outside People can't go in."

"What happened? Is the emperor good?" Thirteen condensed gods, as long as the emperor does not hinder, the other he does not matter.

Nalando hesitated, whispered: "The big prince suddenly became violent, and there were fifteen kings. Suddenly, the mouth was vomiting and died. The initial suspect was poisoning."

Hua Yu Mantu’s eyes wide open and alienated? died? how come?

And that cold lotus heart, how can it die? She had been very happy before.

Thirteen was also very surprised. He thought for a moment and said to Narendo: "You go in and report to the emperor. If the emperor does not need the king to do anything, the king and the king will go back first."

"Yes." Nalando walked in immediately and he came out again after a while. Respectfully, "The emperor handed over the matter to the three emperors for re-examination. You don't need the help of His Highness, you should go back first!"

Nodded at 13 o'clock and left with a small feather.

After the two left the palace, Hua Yuman couldn't help but whisper with the thirteen. "Sun, what do you say would be done?"

Three emperors? Or is it already expensive for the Queen Mother?

Thirteen glanced at her deeply, silent for a moment, and some could not bear to lick her head. "Little feathers, if I say, I suspect it is done by Feng Mingmo, do you believe it or not?"

In fact, he is not skeptical, it is definitely what he did...

If it was a few days ago, he would not doubt the phoenix ink head, but he remembered those long-term things, so he was too familiar with what Fengying ink looked at before leaving the eyes, that is Feng The eyes of the **** of death that are used to meditation, who let him see with that kind of eyes, is not far from the death.

Of course, there are exceptions, just like myself, Feng Mingmo does not know how many times he has seen himself with such eyes.

"Is he?" Hua Yuman did not understand. "Does he have a hatred with him? He also knows the 15th King?"

Thirteen laughs, "small feathers, sometimes killing does not have to have hatred

. ”

Hua Yuman disapproved: "There is no hate, no complaints, what is the difference between casual killing and demons!"

Thirteen silenced...

Yes! The man was originally a demon, a true demon.

When I got home, the time when the thirteen small feathers went to take a bath made a new arrangement for the Ming and other people. Before going to sleep, he took a small feather to see the rice snow marks.

Mi Xuexue is really a bad sin this time. It has been so many days. His mind seems to have no turn. He always sits there and laughs for a while, and then he is worried, and it is very distressing.

Hua Yuman saw that the appearance of the rice snow marks was somewhat distressing. She once again repaired him once again with spiritual power, but it seemed to have no effect.

She looked at the fierce look, "Is the reason?"

It stands to reason that her ability to repair does not say that the dead will be medically ill, but it has already reached the point where all the size and injury can be restored, but why it is useless.

Hesitantly hesitated, and his look was somewhat complicated: "I doubt if he is lost. His body I have checked, no different."

"Go and ask, what happened to the unconscious person you rescued now!" Thirteen seems to think of something, and told me.

"The man hasn't woken up yet." There was some disappointment.

The body of the rice snow marks is good, and the effort is also high. If he is good, the person is estimated to be dead.

Hua Yuman was silent for a while and turned and left.

She was very self-blaming in her heart, knowing that she had saved him earlier.

Suddenly, her head flashed, she felt that someone could save the snow marks, just...

She looked at the prayers and looked at thirteen. "Are we looking for Fengmian ink?"

"Don't look for him." Thirteen comforts touched her head. "Maybe you open her to save, but he will open many conditions, even let you leave me, are you going to?"

Hua Yuman is silent...

Yes! How could he help himself save himself without compensation? She thought it was too naive.

Just, let them watch the rice snow scars stupid? At the very least, let her know where the reason for the rice snow marks is.

"Then let's sleep!" Hua Yuman thought as he fell asleep.

Thirteen holding her, and falling asleep, these days, he is really tired, because the small feathers are not happy, still angry with him, he is not sleeping well, at the moment, holding her, his Dreams are sweet.

Thirteen did not know that after he fell asleep, the small feathers rose again, and he wrote a letter at the table, then gave it to the orange, and then went to sleep.

At the time of the child, a man with a black ink appeared on the eaves of the thirteen kings' palace. The room that was not close to the main house was stopped.

Feng Mingmo looked at the beautiful boy in front of her eyes. "Do you think that you can stop me with the help of your three-legged cat?"

Bai Orange looked at him unscrupulously. After taking a moment, he took out a letter and handed it to him. "This is the letter that Miss gave you. Do you want it to be your freedom?" Saying the letter floated from his hand. Going out, and strangely drifting out of the thirteen kings.

Feng Ming ink looks cold, and the light is like a sword, but still leaves the letter with the next moment.

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