The Anarchic Consort

I love you, maybe I will say it many times.

But the only thing is the most moving.

Oh, this guy used to think of Qing Zhan as his only one, and it was really cute.

Probably because of his own love, Helen Weiwei looked at Nangong Lie and became more pleasing to the eye.

Nan Gonglie in his youth still has a little innocence. When he hears the name of Qing Zhan, he always has a red face and trusts Helen Weiwei.

Helen Weiwei patted him on the shoulder, very derogatory: "If you go to Qingzhan, she may not come out, when you send roses, I will help you about people..."

"Well, just do this and you want to do something, this young master can help you."

The two people almost hit it off, and together they said a lot of chasing people...

The shadow is still standing outside the Sacrificial Palace. It was originally thought that Li Shao will definitely not be able to endure the temple and send a woman to him. If it is not allowed for a while, it will drive people out.

As a result, he waited for a long time, and did not hear the movement inside. He had to return to the Bailijiajue to return to life.

"His Royal Highness." Shadow on one knee on the ground, watching the young and precious boy sitting on the chaise longue, hesitated for a while, still do not know how to open.

The juvenile seems to be somewhat careless, and the fingers move away from the thin lips. The voice is faint: "Is it true that Ari’s opposition is too obvious? Then bring her back..."

The boy’s "coming" word has not been finished yet, and the shadow has opened his mouth with a cold sweat: "There is no objection to Lie Shao, he left the person."

“Is the person left?” The teenager took the finger of the teacup and the scorpion squatted: “She didn’t want to come back?”

The shadow shook his head.

Just listen to the bang!

The cup was broken in the palm of the boy.

It is unclear whether it is tea or blood, but the boy’s face is indifferent to calm: “This cup is too fragile, and it is sent in a batch.”

The shadow will lower the head, and swallowed the water: "Yes." That is the tea cup of the Emperor, but only one or two copies under the sun, and it was crushed by the master...

"Alie has never liked someone next to her, she can't stay for a long time." The boy came cold and cold.

The shadow quickly nodded: "There is really such a temper..."

However, one day passed.

On the other side of the Sacrifice Palace, there was no news of "returning people". Instead, all the people said that the genius was ritually opened, and they took a maid to go outside the palace to collect flowers.

"Picking flowers?" After listening to the teenager, he sneered aloud: "I really didn't expect the sacrifices of this dynasty to be so leisurely. In this case, I will arrange more things for the young masters. He thinks life is not interesting."

Here, Nangong Lie, who is eager to chase people, still doesn't know everything. When he returns to the Sacrifice Hall, he is overwhelmed with official duties, let him not talk about people, and even sleep time!

"How can there be so many things happen suddenly in the palace?" Nangong Lie put a handsome face on the table, and there was a feeling of being tired, but he was sensitive, but he was not aware of the wrong side and his left hand was lazy. Holding his chin, his long eyebrows wrinkled: "It's weird."

Helian Weiwei is his maid after all, plus they are already a companion on the front line, and he is naturally concerned about him.

I found a heater and took two bowls of **** water and I was going to send it in.

I didn’t think that I would meet the Bailijiajue at the entrance of the temple. He was still indifferent and indifferent. He was gentle and elegant, with a crescent-colored robes, a clean, dust-free mane on his shoulders, followed by an umbrella for him. The shadow, so slowly came toward Helian Weiwei.

He looked down at the porcelain bowl on her hand, and the scorpion, which had no temperature, was cold.

"His Highness, my young master is inside." The book boy still doesn't know what happened, and the smiley face leads the way to the Bailijiajue.

The Baili Jiajue stepped again and crossed the Helianweiwei into the temple door. No one knew how tight his handcuffs were under his long sleeves.

Nan Gonglie also squatted on the desk and saw the Bailijiajue coming. He immediately began to vomit bitter water: "Ah, what happened in the two days of the palace? Things are piled up, it is almost exhausting me!"

"Tired?" Barry Gregory sat on the chaise longue, leaning back and reaching out to release his sweater collar: "I see you have been very moist."

It is also the palace and the flower picking, and now there are people who give you **** juice.

In the past, that was the benefit that only he could get.

Now...hey.

I have long known that he is not special to her.

What I didn't expect was that he had only the warmth, but she could give it to anyone.

Very ironic, isn't it?

"Where is it moist, you are deliberately right, and you have lost so many things for me." Nangong Lie is not stupid, but he can't understand it at all: "Where did I offend you?"

The Baili Jiajue turned his face to the side, and Yu Guang saw that Helen Weiwei came in and his voice was cold and cold: "You think more."

"Well, even if I think more, from tomorrow, you will find someone to do things for you. If you are greedy with such a silver, you will not be in charge of it." Nangong Lie with a brush He took a picture of the letter in his hand, and he would have to listen to what he would like to explain next.

The Bailijiajue was very light and windy: "The people below are wrong."

Laozi is busy for a long time!

You told me that the following person sent the wrong one!

Nan Gong’s mouth is pumping, this is not to see that he is not pleasing to the eye, but what else!

But I don't know why, as soon as he came into contact with the eyes of Bai Lijia, he felt as if he was sorry for his brother, and his scalp was numb.

Looking at Helian Weiwei with Jiang Tang coming in, Nangong Lie changed the topic: "Ajue, you should be very cold all the way. There is **** soup here, do you want to drink a bowl."

"No." The voice of the boy still has no temperature, and the light is long, as if he is thinking.

Nangong stunned: "Yes, you have never been drinking this strange smell."

Helen Weiwei raised his eyebrows, did he not drink? No wonder when she was a child, he always wrinkled his brows. He didn’t like it...

The rest of the bowl, she will keep it for a while.

Helen Weiwei put the bowl aside, and when he leaned over, he just saw the letter that Nangong Lie wrote to Qing Zhan, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Nangong Lie looked back and quickly reached out and held the piece of paper: "Don't say it."

"Do not worry, no." Helen Weiwei smiled and took back the light, the tone is profound.

Two people seem to have little secrets of each other, and they are very tacit.

It’s like you can’t stand the smell of **** soup in the room anymore, and the teenager sitting on the chaise longue stood up...