The Anarchic Consort

Since then, but the day's effort, the black family two want to smash the news of Helian Weiwei, spread throughout the Taibai College.

It is said that after listening to the idea of ​​the black family two, the black boy almost ousted his most beloved grandson out of the house.

How can you marry a notorious waste?

This is simply a joke.

"His Highness, you don't know, this college is starting to open." Sun Gonggong said as he heard the gossip, and shook his head: "You talk about the lady of this Helian family, what is the skill? The long black does not fall in the autumn, how can Zee look at her."

Snapped!

The black chess piece fell crisply on the chessboard, and the back of the Bailijiajue stood up, his straight back, straight like Cangshan pine and cypress, and the indifference made people feel less temperature.

Sun Gonggong was dumbfounded, and the hand of pouring tea was in the air. Just now he was... angry?

why?

Sun Gonggong began to recall what he was wrong with, is it because he picked up the post of the excellent court?

No, my Highness clearly agreed to go.

What else?

Sun Gonggong wanted to break his brain and did not figure out the problem. Nangong Lie, who was sitting outside the college, was laughing at the evil spirits: "Someone didn't even open the eyes of the pet he was interested in recently." Oh, I really want to hurry. Finish, go back and see what he will do. ”

"Sacrifice the adult, who are you talking about?" The minister looked at the genius sacrifice in divination and slightly raised his eyebrow: "Is it possible to solve this drought by finding him?"

Nan Gonglie coughed twice, and he remembered that he was still carrying out divine prophecy, and he continued to read words with a big hand.

In the courtyard of the hospital, Helianweiwei, like usual, squatted on the wooden table and played with the martial arts parts.

The surrounding students all looked at her with thoughtful thoughts, whispering and pointing.

Helian Weiwei wrinkled Liu Mei, and when the light was lifted, the talents quickly received the sound.

They don't know why, the pair of eyes on this waste will be subconsciously afraid.

Helian Weiwei did not mean anything else. She wanted to know what happened to this group of people. Today she is very excited.

But before she asked her, she came outside and said that the three emperors wanted to use the scorpion. The piece that had been blown away by the wind should be washed.

Jie Jie has a sense of personal belongings, this Helen Wei Wei understands.

So this time, Helian Weiwei did not sell the scorpion again. After seriously washing it, he took the scorpion and followed the shadow to the excellent hospital.

The winter bamboo is faint, green and foggy. Under the arch bridge of white jade stone, a spring is introduced. In this weather, instead of emitting cold ice, it is full of heat.

Don't think, there should be a spring in the neighborhood.

The three emperors really are people who know how to enjoy.

"His Royal Highness has just entered the palace to accompany the Emperor, and the old man drank some wine. Now he is still resting inside. Miss Helian first uses some cakes. I will go to the obituary." The shadow placed Helianweiwei in the carved sandalwood chair of the outhouse. On the side of the chair is a small wooden table with various snacks and nuts on the wooden table. It is very delicate and pleasing, but there is no sign of no one moving. There is a teapot next to the fruit plate. Carved a lotus, the workmanship is very particular, the teapot is placed under a small heater, the fire in the stove is not very large, just to keep the water temperature hot.

Helen Weiwei was just hungry, and he was not welcome to pick up the cakes to eat, but he could still hear the sound inside.

"Let her come in."

The voice seems to bring its own reverberation, and even the tone of the speech is hoarse and low, **** to the extreme.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The shadow brought Helen Weiwei into it, and the cold lines were drawn through the sand dunes.

"Come here." Baili Jiajue seems to be sitting on the ground, an ancient black robe in ancient times, the clothes are half-open, the dark long curly hair is half-down, and cluttered on both sides.

When Helen Weiwei walked in, he saw this scene. The three emperors who were on the top were really sitting on the brown floor, leaning against the wooden bed, and the two long legs were bent freely, and their arms were placed on their knees. Even with such a powerful posture, he was made with a bit of casual elegance.

After hearing the noise, he glanced at her side, and the narrow Danfeng was filled with some alcohol. The thin lips open and close, like chewing something.

After seeing He Lian Weiwei’s confused eyes, Yu Guangkai took out a piece of sugar melon that had not been taken out from the robes and threw it to her. The tone was faint: “Eat.”

It turned out that he was eating melons.

but……

Helen Weiwei looked at the things in the palm of his hand, and then looked at the man who was wearing the collar. It was quite certain that the third hall of the temple might be drunk.

Otherwise, if he is cold, he will never throw the snacks he carries with him and share it with others.

Barry Gaard saw that she did not eat what he had given her, and the indifferent and calm vision swept over her face slowly, as if after a moment of identification, the wind and the horse could not match each other: "Don't call me my Highness." Suddenly, with a sigh of disappointment: "One by one, do you discuss it?"

Helian Weiwei: ...

Really drunk.

This... a drunken one is too cute!

Helen Weiwei looked at him badly: "I will pick you up first." Someone squatting for a moment, she can pick up the silver face on his face and see what he looks like.

Unexpectedly, he was stunned by the indifference of Bai Lijiajue. He stroked his forehead and had a strong defense between his eyebrows: "Go to pour water." His voice was slightly hoarse, like The sound of the noble cello flowing down, elegant and low texture.

It is worthy of being the Three Emperors. Even if they are drunk, they will not be manipulated by anyone. Even the breath of the innate superiors will become more and more obvious. The order must be unambiguous.

Pour the glass of water is just a matter of hand, Helen Weiwei took the cup and bent over and handed it to him.

The Baili Jiajue did not pick it up. He just used his fist to lower his forehead, his long eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and the dark and deep Dan Feng’s eyes were a piece of dead silence, but under her gaze a little evil, with a touch of faint Curious to look at her: "Who are you, so obedient."

Helian Weiwei: ...

She is busy with this, he still does not know who she is.

It is said that the three emperors are more forgotten, or that he drinks too much and is unconscious.

In any case, the son was sent, the water fell, and she should leave.

I just didn't think that Helen Weiwei just wanted to get up, but his wrist was pulled in his palm...