The Anarchic Consort

At night, the layers of thick fog are stacked, and the moonlight hidden in the shade of the trees is like blood, and the sullen and sullen is uncomfortable.

In the Chaoyang Temple, the palace ladies are playing the lanterns, and the respectful covets stand on both sides. There is only one night pearl in the temple. The light is not a little bit lighter than usual.

This time the palace changed, like washing the entire palace.

The emperor looked at the folds that were presented, his eyes smashed and groaned, and he could not suppress the anger of his heart. When he reached out, he threw those memorials on Gao Gonggong’s face.

Gao Gonggong suffered a pain, but did not dare to call it out. He could only bow his head and bow down. When he saw the words on the fold, he turned and turned back silently.

"This third child is really getting no more attention in the eyes. Even the people who are squatting are being smashed by the confession of Wu Lao!" The emperor took a deep breath and was dark. The blind man looked at the remedy in his hand and lowered his head, as if whispering to himself: "It seems that the place has to be moved, and it must not be discovered by him..."

Everyone said that the situation in the imperial court changed instantly, and the group of officials once again saw the iron-blooded wrist of the Bailijiajue. At first it was just a small chanting, who would expect that there would be so many folds in the back. Officials, even the people in the elders have not escaped this robbery.

"His Highness, what about the sorghums of the chanting?" The shadows lingered on the ground, can't all be held in the palace?

According to the usual habits, Bai Lijiajue had already killed these people. At this moment, he inexplicably remembered the worried scorpions, and his fingers suddenly said: "Exile, the farther the better."

"Yes." At the same time as the shadow coveted, the squatting book standing behind him was also relieved. He was really afraid that his Highness would give him a slap in the face. This sorghum really should not enter the palace with purpose. But it’s not rumored to kill so many monks at once?

Fortunately, fortunately, this time the treatment of His Royal Highness is normal.

The Bailijiajue slowly smashed his sleeves, and his voice was indifferent: "Li Shangshu, is there something?"

"No, no." He originally wanted to give grievances to the sorghums, but he did not expect it to be so smooth.

In the hand of the Bailijiajue, the evidence about the martial law of the elders of the army was unanimous. The body stood up: "Since there is nothing else, go to the river in the palace. It is not the rainy season in the near future. The river in the palace is How did Li Shangshu think about it?"

Recently, Li Shangshu was overwhelmed by the strange cases in the palace. He had no clues at all, and even the dead died, and there was no eyebrow.

If it is one or two people, no one would have thought that in such a few days of work, the palace will die of such a palace girl, and each one is not known to use any means to dry the blood.

Now the palace ladies in the palace are trembled, and even the usual things are awkward.

If such a case occurs outside the palace, it will be considered, and he can give him time to check.

But it happened in the palace, the place where the entire War Dragon Empire was the safest place, this kind of thing happened!

This is simply someone who despises the emperor.

He is responsible for investigating the cadres of the book, and the **** heart can be imagined.

Now, with the reminder of His Highness, he is finally open!

That's right, that river!

How did the river appear?

If it weren't for the river, the dead bodies of the ladies would not be discovered so late?

This is definitely not a coincidence, there is no such thing under the sun!

The book was re-raised, and his face was already eager to look: "It’s still the thoughts of His Royal Highness, and the old minister has never thought of it."

"Because you are stupid." The hundred miles of the priests faintly dropped these four words, and took a long leg and walked out.

Aunt Shangshu looked back at the shadow: Was he despised by His Royal Highness?

The shadow looked up and looked at the ceiling, pretending not to read Li Shangshu's eyes.

Today, Bai Lijiajue handled political affairs, and it was really more gentle than usual. The young monks were handed over to Li Shangshu for disposal, and they returned to the Jiuzhong Palace almost at the same time.

It’s a sigh of relief for those who are scared to death...

"His Royal Highness." The palace people who served in the Jiuzhong Palace saw the Baili Jiajue coming in and hurryed forward to wait.

The Baili Gajue reached out and untied the collar of the outer shirt. The handsome face was slightly on the side and the lines were clear: "Where is Wang Hao?"

"Wang Hao is bathing." The man turned back respectfully, reaching out and picking up the outer shirt of Bai Lijiajue.

Bai Lijiajue picked the corner of his mouth: "Bath?" Oh, is this someone who wants to take the initiative to send him a mouth?

"Go to the warm pot of wine." Bai Lijiajue said with a low voice, the whole person leaned on the carved wooden chair, and took a roll of ancient books.

The palace man should say "Yes."

When Wang Hao is there, his Highness is not willing to let them stay in the dormitory. This time is no exception.

Other eunuchs are also eye-catching and have to retire.

In the vast hall, there was only one hundred miles away. He casually turned over the scrolls in his hands. His body was covered with ancient nightgowns, and he fell to his ankles. The breath of abstinence was undoubted, and the faces of all beings were reversed. Tsinghua, like the moonlight, is different from the indifference of the people. At this time, he has a touch of laziness.

When Yun Bi, who disguised as Helen Weiwei, walked in, she saw this scene. She only felt the heart pause and her breathing was not smooth.

The man under the sun, only this person is so beautiful that all women are difficult to parry.

Yunbi fell back and breathed, and softened his voice: "His Royal Highness."

The Bailijiajue lifted up the shackles and looked at her past. It was as deep as the scorpion of Gutan, always giving people a kind of unpredictable indifference.

Only now, this indifference is a little warm.

Yunbi’s clear view is because it’s too clear, and there’s a ripple in her heart!

Why?

Because of the woman who does not know where to come from, I can get his eyes to look at it!

She was the one who accompanied him when he was a child.

No one knows more about what he needs than her!

Yun Bi has fallen behind the hand hidden under the long sleeves. It is all because of this face.

If the soul does not win the body of Helen Vivi, it will not cause the interest of His Royal Highness.

Now she also has the face of Helen Weiwei, she believes, soon, His Royal Highness will give her the unique love to her!

Thinking of this, Yun Bi's face laughed, she is not stupid, how many know the woman's temper, usually arrogant, and should not be close to His Royal Highness, then learn the posture of Helian Weiwei, pacing Going over to the Barry Gregory: "Is the official service of His Royal Highness finished?"