The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 331 falls to the enchantress

"When did the Prince fall to rely on the demon woman..." Chu Mobei smiled bitterly, and the body stepped back a few steps, almost falling.

"This matter can not blame the Prince, the matter of the medicine is only the head, the emperor is actually ... the emperor has long been unable to accommodate the Xiao Han Wang, the Prince does not need to blame." Huang Jun Jun Hugh knows that Chu Mobei heartache, whispering relief.

"Huangfu Junxiu..." Chu Mobei seems to have come back to God, and he looks at the people in front of him.

"The micro minister is here."

"You didn't take your mind when you went out! How dare you leave the indifferent person alone in Yao Mozhen and come back yourself! Go back immediately! If you believe in an accident, you should know how to do it!" Chu Mobei will not find it. Yao Mozhen, there should always be people who talk back and forth, Huangfu Junxiu is the best choice.

"Wei Chen will go early tomorrow." Huang Junjun sees Chu Mobei loose, and his heart is wide. At least this head can still be a few more days. As for how many days it can be topped, it is necessary to see Yao Mozhen give it no force.

"Tomorrow morning?" Chu Mobei raised his eyebrows to look at the emperor, and his voice was a bit gloomy.

"Now the Jeju City Gate is closed?" Huangfu Junxiu saw the meaning of Chu Mobei, but now it is only in the morning to enter the city.

"Ok?"

"The micro-community got up and the horse ran away!" Seeing the northerly part of Chu Mobei, the scorpion became darker, and Huangfu Jun shook his hand when he was on the scene.

"There is no extra horse in the pavilion." Even though Chu Mobei agreed with what Huang Junjun took, he could play it first and hate it.

"No problem, Wei Chen can walk!" Huang Yujun took a vow, but his heart was bitter.

So Huang Junjun took a hike from Kinmen to Liaoyuan and then to Jeju until the afternoon of the next day, only to Jeju City. When he entered Jeju, he was already lost half a life.

Yao Mozhen did not have many accidents about Huang Qijun’s return, and people like Chu Mobei had really believed in it.

"How do you feel that you slept last night?" Yao Mozhen wore a needle, and his voice was soft and inadvertent.

"Back to the master, Xiao Han Wang cried all night." Hearing this sentence, Yao Mo could not help but blinked his eyebrows, a drop of blood at his fingertips, bright red.

"Crying all night? When the palace left last night, he still slept very well?" Yao Mo Yan looked at Yin Xue.

"That is an illusion. In fact, Xiao Han Wang has never slept, and the autonomous person left. Xiao Han Wang will squat in the quilt and cry all night." Yin Xue said back.

"He... what do you say?" Yao Mozhen felt that Chu Moxin should have a slang.

"No, Xiao Han Wang even cryes very little, must be deliberately forbearing." Yin Xue's voice is also with grief, thanks to Yao Mozhen, Yin Xue also pays special attention to this little prince, in understanding about the desert After everything in the letter, Yin Xue also felt distressed.

"It seems that he knows... the old man of Chu Xi! How to clean up the palace!" As long as he thought of the grievances of Chu Moxin, Yao Mozhen hated him so much that she didn't look good. The old king.

Just then, Tingyue pushed the door and came in.

"Mother, your lunch." Tingyue came in with the meal and walked slowly to the table.

"Little prince has eaten?" Yao Mozhen worried.

"The niece is relieved, the little king's appetite is good, the breakfast has been eaten clean, and when the lunch is over, the slave has added a fish, and the little prince has nothing to eat!" Ting Yue joyfully reported.

Wen Yan, Yao Mozhen and Yin Xue face each other, when the Chu Moxin sipped the best Longjing in Guanlan Palace, and also felt that Yao Mozhen took the leaves to fool him, now how can he like to eat these things, so Yao Mo I finally believe that someone can turn grief into appetite.

In order to prevent the uncontrolled temperance of Chu Moxin, Yao Mozhen deliberately ordered Tingyue to appropriately reduce the amount of food in Chu Moxin. Even so, Chu Moxin did not quarrel with hungry. It is obvious that he is not really so good appetite, but it is Huangfu. Junxiu, since he came to the pavilion, Yao Mozhen did not let him idle, the kitchen's chopping wood was all returned to him, and his name was strong and healthy, exercise the abdominal muscles, and the injured Huang Yujun was tired of backache and leg pain. I can't sleep every night.

"Yao Mozhen, this king does not want to see flowers, your flowers here are not beautiful!" In the garden of the pavilion, Chu Moxin shook his legs and jumped from the stone bench.

"Then we go to feed the fish?" Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Moxin, proposing.

"Feed the fish well! Give the fish food to the king!" Didn't wait for Yao Mozhen's reaction, a small bag of fish food around him was robbed by Chu Moxin.

"Can't feed more, or else..." Yao Mozhen wanted to say a few words, but when he thought of Chu's confidence, he went with him. It doesn't matter if this is the case. The whole bag of fish food is all sent to the koi in the pond by Chu Moxin.

"The fish here is no better than the palace. In fact, is this the king going back to the palace? If you don't go back, the father will think of me." The clear throat is like the stars of the night, bright and shining like Hua, this is Yao Mozhen saw the most dust-free scorpion, and his eyes were full of sincerity and longing.

"Await another few days, Mo Zhen can't bear you! Besides, the clothes are still not ready. When you have done it, you can save it and find someone to send it again." Looking at the nephew of Chu Moxin, Yao Mozhen was distressed. Unable to add, she can understand the love of the Chu and the letter to the king of the king, the father and son do not have to go deeper, they know strong. The partiality of Chu Moxin is a hot head, and the five-way killer of Chu Xi has already arrived in Jeju.

"Women are troubles, then wait a few more days, but the time can't be too long. For a long time, the father will think of the king..... I will think about it...." The last sentence of Chu Moxin said that there is no confidence. So he repeated it again, and this is peace of mind. This room, Yao Mozhen quietly wiped his tears and sent a smile.

Yu Wang’s five-way killer is not a problem for Yao Mozhen. There are Yin Xue, rain and lightning, Yan Nanxuan, plus Yin Xiong and the soul-breaking dreams of Emperor Huang Jun’s move. The five-way killer is here. Send to death.

"If you kill the king of the king, the king will not give up." The words of the night Junqing are what Yao Mozhen is worried about. According to Huang Junjun’s remarks, the five-way killer followed most of the king’s life, and he was highly valued by the king. If he killed them, it would probably arouse the anger of the king.

"There is no choice, the five-way killer is not dead, the death is the desert. The prince will not regret it?" Yao Mozhen took the tea, and the voice was heavy.

"There are a lot of things that the king regrets. Only this thing, never regret it!" The night is clear and solemn, and the voice is powerful. Silent, Yao Mo smiled, she was grateful for the persistence of the night Junqing.

Even if Chu Moxin already knows the truth, but he does not say it, Yao Mozhen will not break it first. So after planning to deal with the five-way killer, Yao Mozhen will still talk to Chu Moxin, but their dialogue will often The chicken talks with the duck, and the wind and the horse are irrelevant.

For example, Yao Mozhen asked Chu Moxin's meal to suit his appetite. The answer from Chu Moxin was that the room was too small and there was no good palace. What is the goodness of the palace, the old man sitting there, the bad passage, Yao Mozhen really hates Chu Xi, such a good son, he actually wants to kill, his head is to let the kick kick? ! A few kicks!