The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Ziyun nodded: "Well, fortunately, I grew up in poison education, my body is much stronger than ordinary people, only to save a life, I am fine, this little injury is not a big pain, no need to worry."

Long Jiu knew Ziyun’s thoughts, and replied, “What else is Mary saying?”

Ziyun hides the shyness in his eyes and swears: "Mary said that although the Prairie King is cruel and ruthless, his son is a very kind person."

Long Jiu doubts: "The only son of the Prairie King, Hu Jinna?"

Ziyun nodded: "The temperament is gentle and pure, and the grassland king is two obvious contrasts. It is said that the prairie king and a foreign princess gave birth to snoring, and the foreign princess gave birth to snoring and died. The Prairie King is very fond of this only son. However, Hulu also has no sternness, is kind, and is handsome and handsome. On the grassland, she is the ideal husband of many women. She is the most prairie woman in the grassland. Handsome young master, once saved many innocent people in the hands of the Prairie King, the prairie king's men are very dissatisfied with the snoring, but also the threat of swearing and swearing is a waste, not qualified to become the heir to the prairie king"

Long Jiu silent for a moment, carefully thinking about the information that Mary brought to him.

"This is also the best chip for us to deal with the best chip of the Prairie King in the future."

"Yeah means..." Ziyun curiously asked.

"First, don't worry, Nanyang and the dynasty want to join hands to clean up the Prairie King. We don't have to worry too much, the time is ripe, and we can see the timing again..."

Ziyun nodded, glimpsed the clothes on the bamboo frame, and the heart flashed through the bad thoughts. On the face, he deliberately asked Long Jiu: "Ye, I will be the laundry lady. If I pass it out, I am afraid I will be dissatisfied with the emperor."

Long Jiu sneered: "It’s just that Dragon Seven doesn’t, that person is a disfigured woman who is hard to give me. Who cares about her life and death?”

Long Jiu said that this sentence has a lot of extreme hatred against the emperor. The tone is so vicious and mean.

Feng Xiaoer’s holding the washed soft blanket was already very heavy. Hearing the words of Longjiu, he felt even more heavy, and he still couldn’t help but feel self-respect. The original Longjiu treated her like this.

In the eyes of Long Jiu, she is the dragon seven, the emperor stuffed his disfigured woman, just because of this, so hate her? Is it so harsh to torture her?

Feng Xiaoer feels very sad. She did this and did so much, just for the red nine, just for the love in her heart.

does it worth? Is she wrong?

Feng Xiaoer walked to the bamboo frame and held the soft collapse of the wet. In order not to be troubled, she was still respectful to the dragon nine ceremony. "The trouble king and the cloud side 妃 let go, the small has washed the soft blanket. Now, it’s drying."

When Feng Xiaoer bowed his head, Long Jiuyi looked at the phoenix when he was sullen. Ziyun secretly kicked out a wooden stick under his feet, and the bamboo racks for hanging clothes were connected. Feng Xiaoer hung his head and held a wet blanket of sedimentation. As soon as he hit it, he would fall to the ground. Ziyun is looking forward to the next scene.

Long Jiuyin was cold-faced, so the only phoenix of the promised Noon made him even more annoyed.

Forget it. I didn’t feel good when I saw this woman. Long Jiuqiu turned his sleeve and turned away.

Ziyun smiled at the courtesy of Feng Xiaoer: "Wang Hao, do you need Ziyun to help?"

Feng Xiaoer shook his head in panic, his tone was a bit sour and vinegar, and said: "Hey, I am not a king, I was a wife of Wang Ye, I dare to worry about the clouds." Feng Xiaoer smiled a little at Ziyun. After the child's leave, this Ziyun is quiet and quiet, but it gives her a bad feeling.

I always feel what is hidden in Ziyun’s quiet voice. Feng Xiaoer sneaked a glimpse of the purple cloud, it is really beautiful, like a lonely goddess of ice and cleanliness, quiet and courteous, but this is not true. Feng Xiaoer didn't have much affection for Ziyun, and he smiled with the same courtesy.

Ziyun secretly moved the mover and retreated to the side, giving Feng Xiaoer a position. Slightly smiled: "Since you don't like to call you Wang Hao, then Ziyun will call you Missy."

Feng Xiaoer nodded. Against the purple cloud is another smirk, twisted his face and took a step, but felt something on his feet, his body was out of balance, and with a soft blanket in his arms, the whole person rushed forward. Before I had time to stabilize, Feng Xiaoer’s whole person fell. In the middle of the raft, the bamboo frame was built, the bamboo frames were connected, one fell, and all fell.

Feng Yu's body is delicate, but the soft blanket in his arms has just been cleaned, still very wet, with a certain weight, and Feng Xiaoer is hitting it straight. It was simply unstoppable, and the man rushed over with a soft blanket.

Hey, hey, hey... The bamboo and wood that collapsed one after another collapsed and made a crisp sound.

Unexpectedly unexpected, unprepared, Feng Xiaoer’s voice shouted and screamed. When Long Jiu heard this scream, he was so scared that he turned around.

There are a few bamboos on the phoenix, and she hurts her mouth and **** her breath.

Feng Xiaoer squatted on the ground and looked at the clothes that had just been dried for a long time. I didn’t dry it. I fell off the ground and was soiled when I touched the ground. I regretted taking a shot of my own head. How could it be so bad? These clothes are her. It was washed hard in the morning with the two big men.

I have to wash it again. Really unlucky, she still wants to finish the soft blanket to find food, drink a little porridge in the morning, plus work hard, has long been starved.

Ziyun came to help her, Feng Xiaoer’s wrists were sore, and the frowning and distressed wrists blew themselves up.

"Don't you?" Ziyun asked with polite care.

"Thank you for the concern of the cloud side, nothing, this little injury can not die." Feng Xiaoer can not understand the appearance of this Ziyun courtesy, giving her the feeling of no silver three hundred and two.

The more often the women are, the more complicated the relationship is.

Feng Xiaoer is not stupid, I can see that this Ziyun likes Long Jiu.

The relationship between women is particularly subtle, especially in the face of the same man.

Feng Xiaoer’s unmoving touch from the purple clouds touched the two painful wrists, silently picking up the soft blanket on the ground, watching the soft blanket covered with dust, and the brows frowned. Knocking your teeth and kicking your own feet, why are you so careless?

"Or, do I send a few prostitutes to help?" Ziyun said with a friendly proposal.

The weasel gave the chicken a New Year’s greeting, and certainly did not feel good. Although Feng Xiaoer does not tremble with women, she is not stupid. She does not want to act, nor does she want to provoke those women.

Do yourself, just do it.

"No, I knocked down myself, I am responsible for it." Feng Xiaoer said, began to smash the clothes scattered on the ground.

The belly is sizzling, the hair is dizzy, and the phoenix is ​​the most hungry, the hungry, the hungry person. It was the first time that I came to this ancient hungry stomach. The burn has not completely retreated, and the wrist is sore. This day is really impossible.

The most wrong choice for Feng Yuer’s life is to marry Long Jiu and marry the Nine Kings who eat no one. Gloomy, deserted, loverless.

However, she does not regret it.

Complaining complaints and blaming, the initial heart remains unchanged.