The Anarchic Consort

The juvenile seems to have just woken up, a mane robe, a black and messy drink of tea, and a phoenix-like phoenix looking at Nangong Lie, which appeared in front of his eyes, did not think about it, and he smashed it. past.

Of course, there is no sincerity.

Otherwise, Nangong Lie cannot escape.

But with such an action, it is enough for Nangong to scream: "Aju, you can! So buddy!"

"Sorry, I haven't been awake yet." The young man looked down at the man on the floor, his posture was lazy and his voice was low.

Nan Gonglie:...

Not awake! ?

Your eyes are cold and you are dead, you told me that you are not awake? Deceive fools!

"Ajue, we have known it for seven years." Nan Gonglie admits that he is a black boy but starts to play a friendship card: "Seven years, life has a few seven years, you can't do this to me! You have to let I am dying!"

The Baili Jiajue looked at him and smiled slowly. There was no smile in his eyes: "I gave it to you, your relationship looks good."

Nan Gonglie is so clever, he immediately shakes his head, and Mingzhe protects himself: "No, no, you see it as a representation. In fact, we are not good at all, not good at all!"

"Why send her flowers." The voice of the teenager sounded a little careless.

However, Nangong Lie noticed that his left hand was smashed and immediately began to wash himself: "I was to thank her, and the flower delivery was also taught by her. It was originally intended to be given to others."

"Give it to Qing Zhan?" The young boy's voice was faintly back, and the long sullenness between the chests was finally faded.

Nan Gonglie’s face looked like a ghost: "You, how do you know?"

The teenager smiled a bit, the ultimate belly black: "In seven years, the only brother of the temple, of course, should pay more attention to it."

Nan Gonglie:...

Oh shit!

This little less does not require your concern!

Don't tell Ben less, even Xiaoqing Zhan is your ghost!

Nan Gonglie thought of this, a handsome face wants to cry without tears: "What do you want to do, give a quick speech."

"Nothing." The teenager continued to give him a reminder: "I just watched you have been too leisurely in the last two days, and what you spent in the palace, thinking that you would like to have some ripples in your life."

The shadow stood outside the door and looked up silently... No one would like it.

Nan Gong Lie did not feel self-pity, and he had a relationship before and after, and suddenly laughed and reached out and put on the shoulder of the boy: "Ah, you said early, the buddy wants to know that you are moving, and you will help out in the morning." is you!"

The teenager passed by, and the line of sight was swept away from his hand.

Nangong’s scalp was numb and immediately received it.

The young man licked his clothes and the sound quality was clear: "Don't think too much, this temple just looks at the woman and is not pleasing to the eye."

"Speaking, what happened to you and the woman?" Nangong Lie at the end of the game: "How do I ask her, she does not say."

The teenager looked up and glanced at him. The tone was not slow: "She stole a thing from the temple. For this thing, the temple has been looking for her for eight years."

Nan Gong Lie wrinkled a thick eyebrow, stealing children? That woman is not like that.

On the contrary, there is something that makes him very concerned.

The woman’s looks... and the Miss Helian’s lady is too much like it.

Things should not be that simple.

Nangong Lie double eyes brightly swayed and said: "Since it is a stealing child, she cut her hands and feet and threw them out of the palace. No more, killing people, how can I get rid of the gas, I haven’t shot for so long. It's not like your style. When I go back, I will drive people out first, and then you will see what you want to do."

The teenager did not speak.

Nan Gonglie knew that he agreed.

However, he does not think that the prince will be like that woman.

If it is really disgusting, there are too many ways to make a person disappear in the palace, not to mention the identity of the prince is there, and it is not a matter of one's life.

However, it seems that the look of the prince is not a lie.

After all, that number has come out for eight years...

"Since things have a solution, should you deal with Xiaoqingzhan's business, she will see me now, turn around and leave!" When it comes to this, Nangong Lie is very upset!

The boy was a little absent-minded, and the shadow called the Qing Zhan over.

On this occasion, Nangong Lie, who is a young man's demeanor, certainly does not show up. He hides directly behind the screen and raises his ears to listen to the outside.

The juvenile's voice is still magnetic and graceful, and the slow way: "Qing Zhan, the afternoon, the temple has heard, you seem to have some misunderstandings."

"No." Qingzhan seriously took a small face, tender and tender with childishness: "His Royal Highness, the subordinates of the Lie Shaoping are always in the eyes, seeing the beautiful sister to talk, these are in the palace. It’s no secret. I know that your relationship with Lie and Young is good. I can’t bear to say his bad words. It’s his blessing to have a friend like His Highness.”

Nan Gonglie behind the screen only felt that his knee was stabbed, and his expression was especially tangled.

Knowing the shadow of the cause and effect, desperately endure the smile of the corner of the mouth.

Only the young man is calm: "In fact, he also has a good place."

"His Highness, you can rest assured that there is you, I will serve the lesser!" Qing Zhan under the guarantee, a small age is very loyal.

Nangong Lie was not happy at all. After Qing Zhan left, he looked down at the teenager.

The young voice is faint: "The temple has tried its best, who knows that you usually have a hobby with a pretty sister."

Nan Gonglie: ... Laozi now regrets not doing it!

"Well, after Qing Chong will come to you, three years, is not enough for you to change her impression of you?" The young man licked his own eyebrows, with a bit of tiredness: "Would you like to go?" Do you do something?"

Nan Gonglie was still quiet in his sorrow, returned to the Sacrificial Palace, and after seeing Helen Weiwei, the first sentence asked: "Have you ever taken anything from the Arab League?"

"No." Helen Weiwei picked up his eyebrows and said with a lazy voice: "Why do you say that?"

Nangong Lie leaned against the door frame and looked at the evil spirits: "I just went to his glimpse. He said that eight years ago, you stole a thing from him. He has been looking for you for eight years. Now it is hard to catch. Live you, you said he will let you go? Hey, ask for more blessings, this can only provide such a clue to you, and then think about it, maybe you took something at that time, You don't care about yourself, but you are very important to Aju."

Helen Weiwei blinked and thought about it, and finally shook his head.

"There is no way, let's go..."