The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 12: There are good people in this world.

"Wang Ye, An Gonggong sent the wine." Zhou Guanjia respectfully reported that Anshanshan had come in.

"Sue Prince, a pot of water every day, this wine slave can be sent." Anshanshan fine eyes, no salute, only put the Ziyu jug in front of the night Junqing.

"Zhou Guanjia." Night Junqing did not look at Anshanshan, only told Zhou Guanjia to pour wine, and then took the wine to drink.

"Gonggong can go back to life." Night Jun Qing put down the wine glass, cold channel. Anshanshan heard the sound, his mouth smirked, and he leaned over and turned away.

On one side, Yao Mozhen’s eyebrows are slightly stunned, and the light is cold. When you see this frame, you will know that there is something in the wine.

"Wang Ye is not afraid of the emperor's sin in the face of the grandfather's face painting queen?" Yao Mozhen talked, Yu Guang swept the glass next to the ink.

"This king only wants to remind the night game, if not, how can he restrain the king. So no matter whether it is life or death, he must be kind to him!" The heart of the dragonfly, the blood drops and turns into a blossoming Manzhushahua.

"Zhou Guanjia, clean up here." After all the playes were finished, the night Junqing slowly took the picture and walked down the broad pavilion, one by one, which was already the tenth picture he had drawn.

The wind rises, the broad-sleeved gauze is swaying in the wind, and a few petals fall on Yao Mo's shoulder. A cold feeling flies across the cheeks. Before it has been wiped, it has been blown dry by the wind. Night Junqing, even if I still have you, how can you still have your true feelings of eternal regret?

Before and after the time, the women of Yixiangyuan walked out of the Suwang Palace like a frosted eggplant. The old man knew it so much and didn’t say much.

"This is the remaining silver two, thank you Gui Yanxing for this convenience." Yao Mozhen took out three hundred and two silver tickets from his arms and handed them to the old man's hand, softly thanking.

"When you raise your hand, what a girl is polite, if there is nothing else, I will go first!" The old man saw the money open, and he was very diligent. Yao Mozhen nodded slightly, and when the six-seat sedan chair left the Supreme Prince, he turned and wanted to return to Yao Xiangfu.

"I knew you were a little tired, and now I’m getting caught!" Just as Yao Mozhen walked to the corner, Ben Lei suddenly appeared and stood in front of her.

"If it weren't for you, I just followed the sedan chair." The clear scorpion shines like a star, without a trace of embarrassment.

"Your nonsense, I will believe?" Ben Lei looked alert to Yao Mozhen, cold and shouted.

"This is the cup that has survived the royal wine. You secretly find someone to test what poison is mixed in it, and then find the antidote. You can find a way to solve the poison of Wang Ye. You have to do it quietly, and you can't let Wang know." Yao Mozhen spoke out of his sleeve and handed the glass on the stone case to Ben Lei.

"You... what do you mean?" Ben Lei looked at Yao Mozhen unbelievably, but he didn't know how to act.

"Wang Ye's temper is the clearest thing. If you can't persuade, you will be protected. If you come to Japan, why should you be in a hurry?" Seeing that Ray Thunder was there, Yao Mozhen hardened the cup into the hands of Ben Lei and then turned away.

"Who are you? Why do you want to help the prince?" Ben Lei stunned and asked urgently.

"Hey--" Yao Mozhen did not respond, only snorted and left.

Yao Xiangfu Gate

When seeing Yao Mozhen's figure appear in his own sight, Tingyue greeted him on time.

"Miss, you can die in a hurry, are you okay?" Ting Yue worried about Yao Mozhen, seeing it without any trouble, only to relieve his breath.

“What is this?” Yao Mozhen walked to the government gate and looked up. He saw that Sanzhang’s white plaque was hanging on the plaque of “Yao Xiangfu” with a flower knot.