The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 67—Mo婉 also wants to reflect.

The dinner was very good, Yao Mozhen casually leaned on the chaise longue, his fingers stroking the more lazy fluff, clearing and lifting.

"What did Yao Suzhen really say?"

"Returning to the goddess, the slaves heard it in the dark, and Huang Guifei learned that after five days, it was the Queen's seventy-seven, and he found a deep roadmaster." Liu Xing reported it.

"Oh, she really has a heart. Since she wants to find a long way, do you know what to do?" Yao Mo's eyebrows slightly raised his eyes and his lips smirked. I didn't expect Yao Suzhen's strength to be really strong. I didn't scare her last night, but if I fell down like that, I really didn't hate it.

"Liu wakes up." Liu Xing knew the meaning of the master, focusing on the head.

"Is there any movement in the two days?"

"Chen Chen has always acted according to the rules. The body of the big lady has become awkward. Naturally, she has no strength to find the troubles of Su Muzi and Yao Yu. However, the method of teaching the master to Yao Yu is very effective. Now the government has No one dares to provoke Su Muzi mother and child." Liu Xingxin comforted back.

"That kid is very clever, and can listen to the essence." Yao Mo stunned. At this moment, Tingyue has already prepared the dinner.

"You and Tingyue go on, I don't need you to serve here." Yao Mozhen smelled the familiar atmosphere, and he waved his hand, and Liu Xing and Ting Yue retired.

The first thing after the night Jun Qing entered the door was to look at Yao Mo and then sit at the table.

"Wang Ye seems to have a special vengeance against Mo Zhen." Yao Mozhen rarely went to the table without cuddling, but let it lie on the chaise longue.

"So you should reflect!" Night Junqing did not have a good airy opening, the path from the end bowl for meals.

"Well, Mo Zhen also wants to reflect on it." Yao Mo's sincere tone evokes the night. "But Mo Zhen then thought about it, or forget it. If in retrospect, Wang Ye would fall in love with Mo Zhen again, it would be troublesome."

"Hey--" Night Junqing did not expect Yao Mo's words to be amazing, a porridge squirting out, and then coughing.

"Mo Yu said that the heart of the prince is up?" Yao Mo squinted at the innocent eyes, harmlessly looking at the night Junqing. Looking at the man with a black line in front of him, Yao Mozhen suddenly missed the look of his deep feelings.

"On this point, you can put your heart in your stomach. This king only loves a woman in this life! And, that woman is definitely not you!" The night Jun Qing wiped his lips with a par, then he was sitting in danger, righteous words.

"Don't say so full!" Looking at the night of the Qing dynasty, Yao Mozhen would smile and immediately put a mushroom in the night bowl.

"You! Why are you giving this king a dish? Don't want this king!" Night Junqing seems to avoid the fear of the mushroom back to Yao Mozhen.

"Wang Ye is the first time to give Mo Zhen a dish, Mo Zhen was flattered." Yao Mozhen used the mushrooms in his mouth, and the entrance was sweet.

"You! You are so smart, you should know who the woman in the heart of the king is." In order to avoid the misunderstanding of Yao Mozhen, the night is quiet and silent, and it is open.

"Big sister, not only Mo Zhen, I am afraid that the people who are big Chu know that Sue Prince has a special liking for the Queen of the Dynasties. On that day, the Prince of the Supreme Court, Mo Zhen also saw it. Wang Ye’s paintings are good. But the older sister is dead. about you......"

"Muscle is not dead! At least she is still here in the king!" Yao Mozhen's voice did not fall, they saw the night Junqing suddenly got up, palms against the chest, dropped this sentence and went away.

Looking at the night Junqing from the near and far figure, Yao Mozhen has tears in his eyes, lonely and desolate figure, although separated by the world, it is as stunning as the first sight, a glance for a thousand years.

On the following day, when the night of the game entered the Guan Gong Palace, Yao Mozhen greeted him.

"Why are you so happy?" The night game was a natural pull of Yao Mozhen, and she took her in her arms. She was only a momentary rise, but she never thought that Yao Mozhen seemed to be purely brewed over the years. Also reluctant to quit.

The night of the game sighed Yao Mozhen sat down, his heart was awkward, he loved Yao Moxin, but also grateful than the true feelings, especially after Yao Moxin’s sharpness, his gratitude gradually disappeared, as for other embarrassment, He has never been emotional, those women are just the chess pieces that he weighs against the middle and the heavy ministers, and can be discarded at any time. Only the woman in her arms is different. She is innocent and pure. When she is with her, the night game seems to be completely relaxed. Because he will never doubt what a fool will have. Perhaps, he fell in love with this fool, and the night game suddenly laughed.