The Rise of Phoenixes

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In this environment, can she eat and fall asleep? Can you take a good rest and not be crushed by Jin Siyu's all-time temptation?

As for himself, he didn't think much about it-everyone knows that Jin Siyu will never leave her because of her beauty. This legendary prince with a strong palace, the most powerful contender for the Da Yue throne, he It is only possible to leave her life for one purpose-to siege.

When she was alive, she tried to rescue with a steady stream of rescuers. From these rescuers, she could figure out her identity, and she could even catch bigger fish.

Therefore, no one can miss.

Liu Sanhu squeezed his lips tightly and clenched the things in his hand. He thought that if there was any disharmony, he would really reach the end of the mountains and rivers. Will he die by chewing his tongue or killing himself?

At the door of the inner courtyard, a man dressed up as a little guy was waiting for him with a squint.

This man's gesture of standing by the door is more disciplined than that of Liu Shiwei, and more like a sincere family.

Liu Shiwei squinted at him and couldn't help smiling.

Passing the box over, the little girl raised his head to pick it up. The two touched their fingers at the bottom of the box, and each retracted.

Each other's sleeves moved.

There were people on all sides, and the two looked up and looked at each other. Their eyes seemed to sparkle, and they all converged.

Both of them entered the government in batches, and they didn't talk about it at all, although they didn't want to talk at all.

"What does this Xiongtai call?" Liu Shiwei squinted and smiled at the other party. "We were in the porter's room that day, and we had seen each other before they were almost separated."

"Qiu Shu." The man looked up and smiled. "I don't have the good luck of Xiongtai. Look, the study room."

"Liu Sanhu." Liu Shiwei smiled. "Xiongtai is the person next to the prince. It's not my second-class guard who can match it. Please support me in the future."

"Dare not dare."

"sure."

With a smirk, Ping Wuqi pulled a few words, and then Liu Shiwei turned and walked away, almost as if someone was burning his **** in the back.

Qiu Shu holding the box, just walked to the Erjin yard, a group of personal guards were there to practice martial arts, Xiao Xiao went around, and suddenly listened to him and said, "Well!"

The sound came suddenly, murderous, and then a piece of crystal light dazzled from behind him!

Qiu Shu turned around in surprise. Like all ordinary people who could not martial arts, he was shocked to stay still.

"Wow."

Under the hood of a tank of water, Qiu Shu poured water in a moment, and the tank holding the water suddenly hit him in the head. He was there for a while, his eyes widened, and he seemed scared.

"Keng" gleamed with a knife, flicked against his scalp, and knocked the small tank down to the ground, and the debris splashed at his feet. Silk, pushing him contemptuously, said: "What are you doing stupidly standing there, getting in the way!"

Qiu Shu hadn't responded yet, and was pushed to stumble to the ground. His subconsciously propped on the broken porcelain pieces, and immediately cut the palm of his hand to stain the red porcelain.

He hissed his breath, his hands were stained with water, his hair was wet and his hair was stuck on his forehead, and he shivered in the cold wind of the early winter in the Northland. It looked very embarrassed, facing the guards around him, being careful He moved back on the ground, daring not to look at his wounds, and smiled humbly, "Yes, it's the villain who didn't look... It turned out to be martial arts, and the adults really opened the eyes of the villain."

The guard who came out of the knife slammed away, but another man came and picked him up with his own hands. He smiled and said, "Don’t care about Lao Zhang, the tofu heart of the knife mouth, blame me. An ant climbed up on his neck and couldn't stand it under a itch. It happened that you passed... is it all right?"

"Thank you adults for your concern. It's okay." Qiu Shu looked flattered and grateful. The guard lifted him and smiled, "The clothes are all wet and the box is soaked in water. How can I send documents to the lord?" We have changed clothes here at the Gonggong Ping. Let’s change a set."

"How can I wear adult clothes..." Qiu Shu hurriedly resigned, but the guard pushed him into the room and smiled: "It's okay, it's not a guard style. It's casual clothes we wear after we go out. "Can't help but tell him to pull him into the house, find out a set of clothes in person, and hold it in his hand, to watch Qiu Shu change."

Facing the extraordinary enthusiasm of this bodyguard, Qiu Shu squeezed politely for a while, and then frankly accepted it. He changed his clothes generously, but the bodyguard turned his head casually, as if he didn't care.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it-he doesn't know how many places he can look at.

The wet clothes were changed. Qiu Shu thanked the bodyguard and took the clothes to go. Then the bodyguard pulled him and said, "You clothes are dirty for me. I have to pay a penalty. You go to the west side of Gonggongping. Siyi room to wash, that is specially for our guards to wash the practice clothes."

Speaking of being afraid of Qiu Shu's resignation, Qiu Shu grabbed his clothes and gave them away. Qiu Shu smiled lightly and didn't ask, saying: "Then I'll send documents to the prince."

He quit the bodyguard and continued to move forward with the box. The wound on his hand had coagulated. The scar was deeper than he expected. The blood pouring out quickly formed a ball of ice in the cold winter wind-just now The super enthusiastic bodyguard only cared about his clothes, but didn't even look at the wounds.

Gently raised his hand, and wiped the blood stains on the wall casually, as if afraid of staining the box and the clothes, those blood stains were clearly printed on the blue brick wall, and the color was vivid.

There was fresh blood pouring out of the wound, and there were faint white marks. It was a blood-stained wax pill embedded in the wound.

Just now, at the moment of falling, the wax pill that was originally in the sleeve entered the palm of his hand, and he was slammed into his wound. The wax pill was not large, and only a small part of the skin was exposed. Then it was condensed with blood and blood. In the fuzzy palm, nothing looks special.

When he fell, he aimed at the most favorable piece of porcelain. The wound was extremely deep. At this time, if he wanted to take out the wax pill that had been slammed into it, it would be another heartache.

He frowned at the wound, not fearing the pain, but worried that the flattened wax pill would shatter into the flesh when it was taken out. Once infected, his hand would be destroyed.