The Anarchic Consort

"Push off." Bai Lijiajue glanced at him and wiped his fingers with a white slap, not much explanation.

Sun Gonggong’s head hangs lower, and he looks at it in the direction of Helian Weiwei. The meaning is that he wants Helen Weiwei to persuade him. After all, no one can see it, and I am afraid I will not be able to eat it in the ruling.

In the past, my Highness was not very smart. How can I not think about it this time?

Sun Gonggong waited for anxiously and used his mouth to take it.

Helen Weiwei stood up and smiled at him by taking the empty space of the bowl: "Sun Gonggong is really loyal to His Highness, and this grim face is done."

"Wang Hao, you don't want to take fun with your family." Sun Gonggong slammed his feet and looked inside. "No one knows what's going on under the Highness. What to do in the future is good."

Helen Weiwei sniffed the beanbag in his hand, and the voice was very light: "Sun Gonggong thinks that His Highness is suitable for seeing these ministers now? The situation is not right."

Sun Gonggong’s action: “Is the situation wrong?”

"After we came back from the provincial capital, whether it was the cadres or the military, we all said that we should let the emperor set up the temple as a prince as soon as possible. This is four or five days passed, but the emperor has no movement." Helen Weiwei smiled. Taking a bite of the hot bean paste bag: "This only shows a truth. The emperor does not want to set up a prince so early. If this time, His Royal Highness will go to the ministers of the military and cadres, and it is undoubtedly to blame yourself. These people are naturally not seen, and the Emperor of the province will think more."

When Sun Gonggong listened to Helianweiwei’s words, he immediately put a layer of cold sweat on his forehead: “Wang’s meaning is that the emperor has already begun to confront the temple...”

"I don't mean anything." Helen Weiwei picked an apple from the food basket and turned around: "However, I don't want to see my highness. If I want to see it, I won't care about it."

The closer to the Bailijiajue, the more Helen Weiwei knew that the holiness passed outside was an illusion.

Really, murder is afraid that the blood is dirty.

People say that he is a hot resort.

In the eyes of Helen Weiwei, he is a little prince who has no childhood. The means is a little, but she likes it very much.

There is no means to protect yourself. In a place like the Imperial Palace, you are not waiting to die.

Besides, how to make this look, how to blame him.

Even the emperor can't tolerate him, let alone others...

"Sancha, what are you talking about with Sun Gonggong?" The little man looked up at the bean bag and looked up with a pair of tiger eyes.

The hundred miles of Jiajue looked at him with his gaze, and the light fell on Helen Weiwei.

Helen Weiwei smiled and raised the apple in his hand: "I let Sun Gonggong pay attention to it. When I come next time, bring more fruits, you can make fruit yogurt for you and your third brother."

"Fruit yogurt?" The little man was deep and a little handsome nodded, good, sounds delicious!

Helen Weiwei was amused by the appearance of his little adult, touched his head, and sat back to the side of Bailijiajue.

Bai Lijiajue looked at her indifferently: "So, Sun Gonggong will definitely pay more attention later?"

"Wang Hao said, His Royal Highness, the old slave must pay more attention!" Sun Gonggong is a clever one. He will go out and send all the people in a short time. The words are used well, and they are not sparse or heated.

The Bailijiajue naturally knew what the two men had said, and looked at the head that was looking down at him for picking up snacks and dried fruits. The thin lips raised a smile.

The smirk just fell in the eyes of Helen Weiwei. She looked at the dried mango in a puzzled question and asked, "Do you like this? I will leave it to you after that."

"Yeah." Barry Gregard pulled the man over and raised her hand and dropped the kiss.

This is a fox, how can you watch it?

Helian Weiwei smiled brightly, letting him kiss and look like a suffocating one: "I found out that I am good to you? Don't always lock me in the future, let me lock you..."

"it is good."

"This way I can be more to you... Wait, what did you say?" Helen Weiwei suspected that his ears had a problem.

The Barry Gregory reached out and grabbed her waist. Some of the voices were sorrowful: "I am coming back tonight, I will let you lock for one night, how?"

"So good to talk?" Helen Weiwei slowly picked up his eyes.

The Barry Gregory smiled and smiled: "Is it not to make you better for this temple?"

"I want to double the lock more than usual." To prevent him from playing tricks, it must be so, this is an opportunity for Helen Weiwei.

A man like Bai Lijiajue, to be honest, any woman who sees his abstinence and coldness will want to lock him up.

This man is too suitable for the darkness.

For example, handcuffs, like killing guns...

Helen Weiwei had long wanted to tie him up. As an empire queen, it is rare to see such a man who is suitable for bundling.

The strength of the enemy and the enemy is too great.

She is more than sinister than her one.

Now that he has taken the initiative, she certainly can't do anything.

Thinking of this, Helianweiweimei began to plan to use the lock to lock the world’s first beautiful man in the evening, in order to show the porcelain-like exquisite beauty on his body, even the smile on his lips, she Not aware of it.

The slender fingers of Barry Gale placed on her head and couldn't help but laugh.

Just let her tie once, so happy?

It’s really good to send...

"His Royal Highness." There was something to report, and the shadow came in from the outside and looked at Helen Vivi and the Little Seven Emperor.

Helen Weiwei knew that they were going to talk about business, and called Xiaoqi: "Go, let's go outside and go to the sun."

"Yeah!" Xiaoqi reached out and grabbed the sleeves of Helen Weiwei.

The Bailijiajue opened his mouth with a faint voice: "When the shadows are reported, go out together."

Helen Weiwei smiled back and said: "Okay."

She has always been aware that there are things he does not want her to know.

How is this exception?

In fact, there are no exceptions this time. The report of the shadow is undoubtedly bloody.

For the Barry Gregory, whoever can see something, he does not want her to see it.

On the other hand, he is eager to let her know that he is such a person, unscrupulous, full of blood.

"His Royal Highness." The shadow was the first time I saw the look of His Highness, hesitating whether or not to say.

The Bailijiajue was indifferent to a handsome face, and there was no emotion in his voice: "Let's talk."

"Yes." The shadows coveted, whispering: "The sorghums that the elders were looking for have been disposed of. According to His Royal Highness, none of them remained."

Helen Weiwei heard this and looked at the Baili Jiajue: "Do you let the monks who have entered the palace to kill the monks?"

The Bailijiajue was tight in the long sleeves, and the cool voice brought out the self-deprecating hoarseness: "How? I feel that the temple is too heart-wrenching?"