The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

When Fu Xueyan entered the house, Qiao Wei just laid a rice paper to let the children practice the words. Jing Yun sat down, and Wang Shu’s little **** was like a gyro. Turning left and turning right, he couldn’t sit still, Qiao Weiyi Put her on the chair.

I hope that I can't move, I will pick up the brush and start to paint.

Fu Xueyan stood at the door and did not say anything, but Qiao Wei saw her.

Qiao Wei’s glory was cold and cold, and the two children were so vocal and rushed out of the house.

As soon as she left, Wang Shu handed her little white paper to her brother's hand: "Hey..."

The two went to the study room. Qiao Wei half covered the door and opened the skylight and said: "I remember that I said it, don't appear in front of me anymore. It seems that you all forgot."

"I am looking for something for you." Fu Xueyan said faintly.

Qiao Wei seems to have heard a big joke: "Do you have to listen to me if you have something to do with me?"

Fu Xueyan’s eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his throat and said softly: “When are you going to put Mu Qiuyang?”

Qiao Wei sneered aloud: "What is this doing for you? You are not a person of Ji family, nor a person of the palace. Are both betrayed and qualified to manage the grievances of us and Muwangfu?"

Fu Xueyan did not argue with Qiao Wei, but said softly: "Wang Ye he... just such a son."

Qiao Wei’s mind turned a bit and returned to the smell: “Wang Ye is looking for you as a lobbyist? It’s no wonder that I asked Binger to pack things for you last night. I’m really worried that you are hungry in the palace. It’s frozen.”

Fu Xueyan did not speak.

Qiao Wei looked at her and said inexplicably: "Fu Xueyan, I really can't understand you, Jijia is so good to you, you have to betray Jijia; Wangfu is good to you, I don't know, but since you also chose to betray Wang Fu, why should I accept the request of Wang Ye and run to be his lobbyist? Are you a wall grass?"

Fu Xue flue: "What is not important to me, when are you releasing people?"

Qiao Wei asked: "How can we let people go? Is it so easy to have such a card to contain Mu Wangfu, so I handed it out, who will guarantee our safety in the night? You? Fu Xueyan?"

Fu Xueyan had no words at the moment.

Qiao Wei licked her face and didn't look at her again: "Let's go, don't waste your time, no matter what you say, I won't agree, not only because we still need this hostage, but also because the person asking for you is betrayed from you. At the moment of Ji’s family, it’s time to know that there is no room for negotiation between you and me.”

Fu Xueyan’s look passed a trace of desolate: “I know.”

After all, I slowly went out of the study.

The sun outside the house is a bit dazzling.

She raised her hand and covered her head with a dazzling light. She walked toward the courtyard door of Fang Cuiyuan. When she crossed the moon gate, she saw that Binger sat side by side with the teacher. It was not a wide stone, and the man attacked. The black robes are tall and straight, like pines and bamboos. Beside him, the girl has a tender pink tunic skirt and a smile.

This scene is actually more dazzling than the sun.

"You said that the surnamed Mu's mixed ball is very good for your sister?" The teacher said unbelievably, his voice is not as deep and magnetic as the Ji Mingxiu, but there is a warm and clean taste, like the afternoon sun. A stream like a mountain.

Binger’s little ears are red and red, and she is not treated by the son. He has a kind of gentleness on his body. Even if his face is stinky, it can still make people’s hearts warm. Warm.

He peeled an orange and handed it to her.

Binger was shyly in his hand and ate a piece. From mouth to heart, it was sweet: "Yes, the world is very painful to my sister."

The teacher said, "How is it possible? He has caught your sister several times! It is not the wise **** of this seat, your sister has not known how many times to catch it back!"

Binger’s eyes sparkled, and it’s hard to hide him with joy and admiration: “The priest is really amazing.”

The teacher of the Lord straightened his waist: "Of course! You are the priest of our hidden family to eat dry food? Not that I blow, the effort of your family's three-legged cat is not enough in front of this seat." The seat is just a palm, and he will be shot."

It was taken by Mu Qiuyang to fly the innumerable masters, and said with shame.

Binger said enviously: "The martial arts of Shizi have few rivals in their peers. I did not expect that they are still not the opponents of the priests."

The lord of the lord licked his head and said, "That is! Who told you to call your sister? I will teach him for your sister!"

Binger surprised him with a big voice: "Are you mistaken? Shizi likes his sister so much, how can she hit her?"

The teacher's adult is black and face: "I am not a biological sister, how much can I like?"

Binger muttered: "Because I am not a biological sister, I really like it..."

The voice of this sentence is so small that it can be neglected, but the two sit close and the master is still listening.

The master of the teacher looked at her and frowned strangely: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Binger smiled as if he didn't want to continue the topic. Meirui said, "Do you like my sister?"

The master of the church got a big red face: "Who, who, who said? How can I like that kind of dominatrix-"

The fork has just been said halfway, Fu Xueyan hit him by the side.

He slammed for a second, and then he was like a thunder. He jumped up and embarrassed and pretended to be calm and said: "So come out so quickly? What do you say to the mother-in-law?"

Fu Xueyan's fingers buried in the handcuffs tightened tightly. He didn't look at him. His eyes fell on a weed in front: "Binger, come over, I have something to say to you."

Binger looked at the teacher and gave him a look.

The master of the teacher touched his nose and silently gave way.

Binger sighed in disappointment, and hardened his scalp and Fu Xueyan to the other side.

The master of the church did not dare to move, erected his ears, and wanted to hear what they said, only to find that he could not hear a word at all.

"Sister." After the rockery, Binger lowered his head and stared at the ground under his feet in fear.

If Fu Xueyan had a real gaze on her face, her cheeks became hot in an instant. She bit her lip and swept the light, but inadvertently swept Fu Xueyan’s stomach, and it was a cloak and a warm hand. Hey, the cover is still quite strict, you can look carefully, you can still see what.

She looked up in horror: "Sister, are you pregnant?"

Fu Xueyan was a move.

"Is it the third hall?" Binger asked cautiously.

"Do you want to be the third temple?" Fu Xueyan asked.

Binger lowered his eyebrows and said: "After my sister is a blood phoenix, I was born to be a queen. I certainly hope that this child is the third temple."

Fu Xueyan said: "It is Ji Ming."

Binger’s little face was white.

Fu Xueyan had no more words, holding a handkerchief and faintly left.

The master of the teacher had eavesdropped in the yard for a long while, and he did not hear it. The singer (stolen) Ming (stealing) was coming (touching) and coming (touching), and knowing that just as soon as he moved, Fu Xueyan took the fake mountain. Out.

He was busy chasing it up.

Fu Xueyan got on the carriage.

He also went up and was stopped by Xiuqin.

He stumbled and grabbed the window of the carriage, and rudely opened the curtain: "Why are you leaving without saying a word? I have been looking for you for so long, you are like this...so..."

The teacher is poor.

Fu Xueyan pulled back the curtain and did not squint: "Go."

The carriage is gone.

"Don't go! You are down, I haven't finished talking yet!"

"You give me down!"

"Hey!"

"What the **** are you going on?"

"You stop!"

The master of the teacher chased the road. At first, he could still photograph the door panel. After the carriage came out of the palace, the faster he went, the more his legs had to run off, or he left it far away.

He stood alone on the corner of the street, looking at the carriage that had disappeared at the end. I don't know why, I want to cry a little.

The master of the church returned to Fang Cuiyuan with a dejected look.

Binger cooked a pot of fresh fruit tea, and was about to send it to two children, but he met him and returned to his own way. He even walked by himself and found no one. She turned and screamed. He said: "The priest, I cooked the tea, do you want to drink a little?"

The master of the teacher is listless: "You don't talk to me."

Bingy.

The teacher's adult grievances are a bit sour at the tip of his nose: "Are you not her sister? I am so good to you, she still ignores me, I don't want to be good to you."

Binger's heart... There is lightning flashing.

------Off topic ------

The recent state is not very good, and I am still in the stage of ambushing the pen. I didn’t write it to the climax, I am flustered, I am afraid that you are gone.